(A/N: I'd like to thank alphaloverforever for inspiring me to carry on with this book. Thank you! Please vote )
After Jayden and I finished our pillow fight, we built a fort next to my bed. We always used to do this when we were little.
When I step out of the small fort and look at my creation, I frown.
It is so ugly.
We put two chairs about two meters away from the bed and attached the sheet on it for the cover. We also put blankets on Jasper's mattress and he got a torch.
When Jasper stands next to me to view the creation, he frowns. "Well... Now we know that your future job isn't renovating..." He states and I scoff, "It wasn't just my fault, you helped out too!" I tell him and he grins, "No I didn't."
After a whole ten minutes of, "No I didn't", "Yes you did" I finally give up and lye inside of the fort. It may not look pretty but it's pretty comfortable.
I look up at the sheet-cover and think about Hunter. When I notice a shadow creeping closer and closer I frown, what the fuck is that?
A huge wait straddles me under the sheet and I begin to panic. I'm extremely claustrophobic. Jasper starts laughing and hits my face with a pillow while sitting on me.
I shriek and yell for help. "Jasper! I can't breathe! Please! Get off!" I wiggle, trying to free myself.
Why not fool him?
I lay completely still and only take little breaths so it looks like I'm not breathing. Jasper stops hitting me with the pillow and stares at the sheet covering my body. "Emmerson? Are you dead?" He asks but I don't reply.
"Well then... At least the FBI will be happy that I put a sheet around your body..." He says humorously. I crack a smile but make no move to laugh because then he'll know I was playing around.
"Emmerson?" He asks more sternly and begins to take the sheet off of me. I jump up and scream, "boo!" In his face.
He's breathing extremely fast, "Jesus, I thought you came back from the dead."
"Emmerson-2, Jasper-0" I say proudly and Jasper raises his eyebrows, "you're keeping a record?" He asks and I nod victoriously, "yes I am"
When we finally get to bed, Jasper rests up on his elbows, "lets go for a walk tomorrow." He suggests and I gag, "and why would Jasper Rose want to go for a walk?"
"To spend time with my amazing sister. I haven't seen you in two months." He tells me and I nod, "okay."
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The next morning, Jasper and I are ready by 11:00am to go for a stroll on the beach. I decided just to wear shorts, slip-slops and a tank top.
When we reach the lovely beach, we immediately begin walking and talking.
"So how's mom?" Jasper asks and I give him a look, "why don't you ask her?"
Jasper sighs but doesn't say anything in return. "I'm serious, Jasper. Why don't you just talk to her?" I plead and he shakes his head, "I don't need to so just drop the topic, Em." He instructs harshly.
After a few minutes I say, "She's doing okay, I guess. Working late every night...as usual." I respond subtly.
Jasper looks at me, "She still works late? How do you two spend time together?" He asks and I shake my head, "We don't. I don't think she really wants a relationship with me. In fact, I don't think she even cares about me very much."
"What are you talking about? Of course she cares." Jasper intervenes.
"No she doesn't. I slept over at Hunter's house and stayed for two days and when I got back home she started this whole drama show. She looked like she was worried about me. But Jasper, if she really was, she would have made an effort to at least text me or something!" I say angrily and Jasper frowns and wraps an arm around my shoulder.
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