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"When I'm president, I'm going to outlaw neckties." Edward scowled at his reflection and the anxious face that popped into the frame behind him.
"I don't think you can do that," Jasper said.
Jasper Whitlock, the quiet kid who kept to himself while the other foster sibs fought over video games, Lunchables, and attention. The first time anybody heard Jasper speak was the day James Turner hit Edward at recess. Fucker didn't think Jasper would tell.
Jasper opened Edward's jacket behind his shoulders. Together, they watched Edward's reflection shrug into the sleeves.
"I hope my father was right about this."
KK kind of hit me in the gut with that "foster child" grenade. Thought it merited some exploration. And everyone knows how I love a good bromance. *sigh*
Now, what the h*^* has Carlisle gotten his son into?
Did y'all watch the VP debate last night? When truth is stranger than a crackfic, you know the country is in trouble. SEE YA!
XOXO ~BOH