Original or Derivative (fanfiction): Derivative
Rating/Warning(s)/Note(s): Rated M for language.
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Edward wasn’t sure if it was something he’d said or done to upset his best friend, but at that point, standing outside in the freezing snow, listening to Jasper talk to him like that, it hadn’t mattered any longer. So he’d walked away, discouraged; defeated.
After he was back in his room at the lodge, Edward replayed the whole evening in his mind, searching for some clue as to what had triggered Jasper’s response, but came up empty. At the beginning of the evening, Jasper seemed nonchalant about everyone going to the bar. Then, on the walk over, though Edward had been having doubts, Jasper still seemed okay, and – dare Edward think it? – excited about the prospect of them all having a good time. But when Edward had returned with his wallet a half an hour later, it was though his friend was gone and had left an angry shell of the Jasper he knew in his wake.
He’d been nitpicking Jasper’s every word and every expression, picking at straws, basically, for the last twenty minutes, when he heard the door to their suite open. “Edward?” Emmett asked, rapping on his door.
“Yeah, come on in,” Edward replied.
“So the party basically busted up after you left,” Emmett said, plopping down next to Edward on his bed.
“What do you mean?” Edward asked. “What happened?”
“Well, Jasper came back in spouting off some nonsense that you said you were tired or some shit. I started to ask him what the fuck he was talking about when that chick Jessica almost hurled all over the damn table, so Jasper and Bella got her the hell out of there before she could.”
“Do you think she’ll be alright?” Edward asked, though what he really wanted to know was whether or not Jasper had come back with him, or if he was still at Bella’s cabin.
“Eh, she’ll be fine,” Emmett said with a shrug. “Apparently, she’d never had Vodka before and decided that she’d give it a go with four or five Cosmopolitans.” He rolled his eyes. “Jasper said they got her into her bed okay though. Bella was going to keep an eye on her at any rate.”
“Did he come back with you?” Edward asked.
“Yeah, but he went straight to his room. You gonna tell me what happened between the two of you now, or what?”
“I’m not sure what happened, to tell you the truth,” Edward began. “I mean, all I did was show up and Jasper sat there like a lump. Was he acting like that before I came back, or were you too busy flirting with what’s-her-name to notice?”
“Nah, he was like that before you got there, all mopey and emo, but he was at least talking. Granted, he sounded just like a bad ‘Cake’ song, all monotone and shit,” Emmett said with a sly grin.
Edward cocked his brow, but he’d learned long ago to take most things Emmett said about either Jasper or himself with a grain of salt.
“Anyway,” Emmett continued, “Bella texted Rose just before I left and told her that we were all supposed to meet up at lift three tomorrow around nine. Let Jasper know in the morning, will you? Rose wants to have breakfast with me,” Emmett said, wagging his eyebrows.
“Ooh, breakfast,” Edward mocked. “Sexy.”
Emmett shrugged before he took off to his room for some shut-eye. Edward sat back on his bed, his arms crossed behind his head. He had every intention of meeting up with Bella at lift three the next morning, but decided that he might just accidentally forget to let Jasper in on the plan.