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Chapter 11

JPOV

"If you're a robber come straight through I'm not bother fighting. If you sell stuff go away, if you are charity come back later. Too sleepy." I said as I greet my…um…visitor.

I had been woken up by knocking at the door. I heard a giggle, "Well I'm not a robber, or sell assistance or a charity worker but I'm your girlfriend."

My eyes went as I drank in Alice, I felt very self conscious since in my… boxers that say bad boy on the back.

I laugh nervously, "Hey Alice, give a sec will ya." And closed the door on her. As I was changing I got text. It was from Bella. You stupid idiot why did slam the door on her instead of letting inside!!!!!! By the way… no matter how weird this sounds…your boxers rock. Who pick them out for you? Mom? Stop reading and let her inside!!! Stupid Jasper!

Oh my god Alice!

I quickly ran down the stairs and opened the door. Alice stood their dripping wet with amused expression on her face. "Well, are you going to let me in or what?"

"I'm so sorry," I said as plopped on the couch, her following suit.

"It's okay, I saw it happening."

"What do you mean you saw it happen?"

"Well you see Jasper, there are sometimes vampires who get gifts after they… change or reborn if you like, anyway my gift is the ability to see the future."

Just like Bella.

"Does anyone in your family have a gift?"
"Yes, Edward can read people's mind"

I started to blush, that meant that would of heard everything I thought about Alice.

"Oh God…"

"Don't worry he tries to block peoples thoughts"

"But still…" I started to laugh nervously.

Alice peck my cheek and ran her hands in my hair to relax me.

"So how would you feel about meeting my family?"

"When?"

"Well today. If that's alright?"

"Um… okay."

She squealed and started to bounce up and down, "Great!"

"Just turn left," Alice said from the passenger seat of my truck. The Cullen family lived a bit far out of town but still close. I continued to drive until I saw the house… no mansion.

The mansion timeless, graceful and look a hundred years old. It painted soft, faded white, three stories high, rectangular and well proportioned. The windows and doors were either the original structure or a perfect restoration. My truck was only one in sight.

"Nice," I said breathlessly.

"You like it?"

"Duh. My sister and my mother during the summer painted houses like this to get their mind off the heat." And Bella's illness.

Alice and I walked hand in hand to their front door.

The inside was even more surprising, less predictable, than the exterior. It was bright, very open, and very large. This must of have been many rooms, but the walls had been removed from most of the first floor from the first floor to create one wide space. The back, south facing wall had been entirely replaced with glass, and, beyond the shade of the cedars, the lawn stretched bare to the wide river. A massive curving staircase dominated the west side of the room. The walls, the high-beamed ceiling, the wooden floors, and the thick carpets were all varying shades of white. Waiting to greet us, standing just to the left of the door, on a raised portion of the floor by a spectacular grand piano, were Alice's parents, Rosalie and Emmett.

I have seen Rosalie and Emmett, of course, but I haven't seen Dr Cullen or Mrs. Cullen. I was struck by his youth, Dr Cullen looked in his early twenties, he had a blonde and, like the rest of the Cullen family, topaz eyes. Mrs. Cullen was like the snow white in the flesh. She had the same pale, beautiful features. She had a heart-shaped face, her billows of soft, caramel-colored hair, it reminded me of the silent movies my mother made me endure. She was small, slender, yet angular, she gave off a motherly aura.

"Carlisle, Esme, Emmett," Alice's voice broke the short silence, "Rosalie." She said sternly.

Rosalie looked up glaring at Alice. She looked at me for second but then move once again to Alice. Though Emmett's grin did not falter he put a hand on Rosalie to calm her down.

"This is Jasper," Alice continued moving her gaze to her parents.

I smiled slightly, "Hello, it's pleasure to meet Dr Cullen and Mrs. Cullen."

Mrs. Cullen smiled kindly, "Please, call me Esme and for my husband, Carlisle."

They came shake my hand. Their hands, as I had expected, a cold, stone grasp.

Esme looked at Emmett and Rosalie, "How about you two say hello."

Emmett greeting was loud, he made a move to come forward but caught Rosalie's eye and stopped.

Rosalie stay where she was, "Hello Jasper," She sneered. There uncomfortable silence, I was about to break it when, "You're pathetic," came a voice from the staircase. There walking down the stairs was Edward looking murderous. In my opinion, Edward looked the most…vampiric. He turn to me as read my thoughts, he smirked a little but his eyes were sad but the suddenly his eyes turn hard and turn back to Rosalie, who looked a bit taken back almost afraid.

"What?" She said back her eyes wide with anger.

"You heard me. Get over it. We all known that you that real reason for your hatred towards Jasper isn't of the threat-"

"Yes it is!" She interrupted.

He shook his head and laughed humorlessly, "In thoughts you may lie but the hidden thoughts cannot lie. You hate him because he did not look at you first. Because he wants Alice and not you."

"That's a lie. It's because he threaten our existence!"

"We all fear that," Edward retaliate, "However we have put fears aside to let her have happiness but no, you have to be that conceited, vain little-" then he stopped. Almost every one except myself gasp.

Edward had his closed, one hand in a fist another pinching the top of his nose after a few seconds of silence he relaxed. "Rosalie you lucky that my mother taught me how to be gentlemen and to never swear in front of a lady. Because trust me I would've-"

But instead of someone interrupting my cell phone went off. It was my mom.

The first thing I heard when I picked up was, "Yay Edward!"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Ma" I said.

"Um…" Came the awkward reply.

I turn back to the Cullen Family. Edward eyes were wide, Emmett was shaking with laughter, Rosalie looked annoyed and Esme whispered, "Through there." Nodding to her left.

I nodded to her in thanks and walked in that direction.

"Ma!" I tried again.

"Um… no It's Phil, Jasper. Your ma wanted to talk to you but as she was ringing she…um…realized she had to go to the toilet."

I heard boisterous laughter came from next room, probably Emmett's.

"Here, talk to your sister."

The phone shuffled a bit then, "Jazzy!"

"What's up Belly Bean!"

"Shut up, Jazzy poo!"

I laughed at her attempt of teasing, "Was that you?"

"Was what me?"

"The person who yelled, 'Yay Edward!'"

I could practically feel the heat of her blush from the other side.

"Um… yeah… I was…um…watching…Edward scissor hands!" She said nervously, "Yeah Edward scissor hands," She muttered.

I wondered why she was nervous? Was she lying? Wait, oh. Oh!

"Here's mum! Bye Jazzy!"

After talking to ma for a few minutes I walked back to where I had came from. Only now Alice's parents, Edward and Alice were present. And all of them except Alice had amused expressions on. Alice, however, looked annoyed.

"What's wrong?" I asked as I slipped my hands into hers.

"You never told me you had a sister!"

"Sure I did," I said trying to remember. Think Jasper!

"When? Are forgetting vampire memory! Huh!"

Esme, Carlisle and Edward were laughing quietly, amused by Alice's behaviour.

"What's the big deal? I would've told you when she comes down for the summer any way," I said.

She huffed and walked away. I look at her in shock. I felt a hand clasp my shoulder and Edward's voice in my ear, "You probably should go after her."

"Right."

I quickly ran out of the house through the back door. I found her sitting down, pouting, next to a tree.

I sat down next to her and draped my arm around her shoulders and kissed her hair.

She soften up and leaned against me.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly.

"No need to say sorry."

We sat in comfortable until I heard her say, "What's she like?"

"She's…special. She shy but there are times where she confident that does something she wouldn't do in a hundred years but when she realized what she just did she would blush like crazy. She loves art, music and books. Man, does she love books. She's really clumsy and blushes…a lot. Like Charlie she keeps her emotions and thoughts to herself. Though she is an open book it's sometimes hard to read her."

"What does she look like?"

"She looks like Charlie. Black hair, brown eyes and she not short but not tall."

"Oh." Then suddenly she got really excited, "Does she like shopping?!"

I laughed as I thought of Bella's expression of the mention of shopping.

Alice pouted, "What's funny?"

"My sister and shopping!" I said through laughter.

"What?"

"She…she hates it with a burning passion!"

A flash of horror painted her face and she gasped.

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