A/N- good to see you're reading and hopefully liking the story :) It makes me all happy and warm and fuzzy inside! Well, shan't keep you waiting. Except for the disclaimer, which doesn't actually rhyme anyway:

The lady who wrote Twilight Saga
Went under the name of Ms. Meyer
She wrote it from scratch-
Of the work, I did natch
So all that I am is a player

(meaning, roughly translated, that Ms. Meyer wrote Twilight, none of it is the property of yours truly, and all I do is play with the characters she created. Hmm. Probably coulda written that as is. But it's so much more fun with bad poetry, isn't it?)

3 "It's just emotions, taking me over…", or, The Chase

"Maybe you should just let her stay outside," suggested Jasper, throwing a bit of complacency into the (rather wet) air for good measure. It wasn't hard, as Bella was already so happy.

Edward began to get a hint of where his 'brother's' thoughts were going. It was so frustrating not being able to read Bella's thoughts! Maybe if she stayed around Jasper for a little longer, Edward would be able to decipher what was happening.

"Well… maybe…."

On the other hand, there was Bella's health to consider.

Knowledge or Bella? It took the smallest part of a second to decide, if indeed there needed to be a decision. Bella.

Edward would have turned around and taken her back inside right then, had not Jasper plucked her out of his arms and made off with her triumphantly.

"Ha!" he said, as he scuttled away. "We will stay in the rain, won't we? We won't let him trick us, will we?" he said to Bella, who was cradled in his arms like a ragdoll. She sneezed again, and flopped about weakly.

"Bella! No!" Edward couldn't bear to see his love snatched away by his brother. He flew at a deadly pace towards Jasper, who saw him coming, and began to emanate feelings of peace.

Unfortunately for Jasper, he had forgotten that Edward could read minds, and had seen his intentions, putting on a burst of speed to overcompensate for the mind games he knew were coming. So by the time the waves of peace and trust had reached Edward, Bella was safely back in his arms. He skidded to a halt on the wet grass. His saucepan hat was wobbling dangerously.

"Bella, are you okay?"

"Like I said, Edward, I'm fine. Really, I am!" She smiled up at him, skin glistening in the rain, and for a moment, Edward was lost in the depths of her huge brown eyes. Those beautiful, chocolate-coloured eyes…

"Oh, isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Isn't she precious?" Edward said to Jasper, in raptures, forgetting that, at the moment, Jasper was his enemy.

"My precious!" hissed Jasper. "Gotcha!"

For Jasper, stealing Bella from Edward's arms was but the work of a moment. He skipped away, victorious. Edward was partly to blame for this, as his vengeful feelings were colouring Jasper's. Bella sneezed and flailed about some more. Jasper, most unusually for a vampire, wobbled, as her emotionally-linked antics began to affect him more and more.

"We'll take good care of her, won't we? We'll stay in the rain, won't we?" Bella nodded enthusiastically in agreement. She didn't seem to mind being jerked about from one place to another, in fact, she seemed to positively enjoy it.

Edward, still unsure of what Jasper was feeling, but absolutely positive about what he was thinking, darted to the right at the same time Jasper did. Making the most of the almost-collision, he prised Bella away from Jasper's grip, and took off towards the house.

Unfortunately, Bella's antics were anything but aerodynamic, slowing Edward down nearly to human speed. Jasper caught up to him easily.

"My precious!" he hissed joyfully, as he once again reclaimed the love of Edward's life, sweeping her off her feet and carrying her speedily toward the end of the soaking wet green.

"No! My precious! I mean— Bella!" howled Edward in uncharacteristic rage. The saucepan fell off his head, and landed, instantly forgotten, on the grass.

As they dashed around the backyard, becoming more and more soaked in the downpour, feinting to the right and the left ("Are they playing chasey?" said Rosalie in amusement), Edward could see that Jasper was wobbling more and more. Bella was in danger of slipping right out of his arms.

"Give…me…my…girlfriend…back!" Edward lunged at Jasper, who ducked, but (in a manner reminiscent of Bella's earlier exploits) slipped in a mud puddle. Bella went down with him.

And there he stayed, finally giving in to the impulses coming so strongly from Bella, who was jerking around as though she was having an epileptic fit. He did his best imitation of a fish, right there in the mud puddle, spraying the house with its contents. A crash sounded from above.

"There goes the upstairs window," said Rosalie with a sigh.

Edward seized his chance, and, making off with Bella, managed to get her inside the house, all the while pondering why all Jasper could think was Water! Yay! And why was he so ecstatic?

A/N- hope I've given you guys enough of a cliffhanger to keep you hooked! And that I haven't made any stupid spelling errors, stuff like that. Please read, and review, let me know what you think!

Random update on my life: James (a friend I have called James, not the vampire) cut his (really long) hair. It took me a whole period to realise that it was him, and not some random sitting in our Literature class.

Apparently, he was forcedly shaved on the bus. Who knew?