September 24, 2010
Only two more days until Renee arrives! I’ve been racing around like the proverbial headless chicken all day (thank goodness we finished high school again, I don’t have the time to waste right now). Bella’s been pretty quiet, super bouncy, and nervous. Every morning when she gets to the house, I’ve been putting on her “human” disguise, just so she’ll be 100% used to it by Sunday night. She is doing a bit better with keeping it on her face … but the lip-biting hypnosis I downloaded didn’t work on her. Or so she says … I’m pretty sure she never tried it!
In the last couple of days, I’ve spent hours working with Carlisle, Edward, and whichever wolf was available. Though I don’t really see any difference, I am actually starting to believe it might work … eventually. We’re not sure yet what it will take for me to push past it, but at this point I can’t devote any more time to it. Maybe after the party, when things calm down a bit. I know Edward and Carlisle love theorizing and experimenting, and they’d be crushed if I told them I wanted to stop trying.
For now, I had my hands full. It’s kind of hard to get things done when you’re watching for changes in the future, because the visions make me stop in my tracks, sort of like pressing “pause.” Watch the vampire freeze in place at the grocery store! Not fun. That’s why Jazz was with me as I stocked up for the dinner party, blocking me from sight whenever a vision hit me.
But I decided to finish shopping and stop checking the future, because (A.) there wasn’t much more I could buy to prepare for this week and (B.) I could tell Jazz had something he wanted to tell me. He’d been patiently following me up and down each aisle while I alternated between shopping and envisioning the future, but there was a tiny grin on his face and a sparkle in his eye that was making me incredibly curious. Not a feeling I was accustomed to, especially with him! Being a psychic has kind of made me an instant gratification addict.
“So!” I chimed, tossing a bag of sickly-sweet smelling after-dinner mints into the cart. “What’s on your mind, Jazz?” As I spoke, I wrapped both my hands around his bicep (just one hand would barely get halfway around it) and smiled up into his face.
His grin widened and I realized his expression was a bit mischievous-looking. Okay, now I was hooked! “What? You have to tell me, what’s so funny?” I was giggling already just from the look on his face as we rounded the corner to the produce section.
Glancing from side to side dramatically, Jasper lowered his head to mine and whispered, “But can you keep a secret?” His sweet scent, like merlot-soaked pears mixed with moss, blew stronger into my face and I had to struggle to focus.
“Er … that depends. Keep a secret from – ?” But before I finished the sentence, I saw what Jazz had been hiding. The images swirled through my mind in such a strong rush that I completely lost track of where I was, and by the time I came back to reality, I was bent over double, laughing hysterically.
Luckily there weren’t many other shoppers in the produce section! Jazz, who was cracking up too, had had the presence of mind to angle his body in front of mine once the vision began.
“So what do you think?” he laughed, placing a hand under my arm as I straightened up. I was still giggling, but a little more quietly now that I’d regained control of my senses.
“I think he deserves it, I think I’ll have to pretend to disapprove, and I think it’s going to be so much fun,” I assured Jazz enthusiastically, running through the scenes in my mind again. Apparently, Emmett, Jacob, and Rose had decided to get back at Edward for being a total pain in the butt lately … and they needed Jasper’s help, so Emmett had let him in on their plan. I should say plans, plural, because the payback was going to last all week after Renee left!
“Actually, I may just have a few ideas of my own,” I mused aloud, strolling past pyramids of fruit with Jazz. Then I sighed. “Of course, I can’t really spend a lot of time on pranks, since the party is that Saturday. But I’ll definitely help you guys!” I wanted to play, too!
My love seemed genuinely excited about it. He was still grinning and chuckling to himself, undoubtedly picturing the same things I was. “The sad part is, it’s almost too easy,” he commented, not sounding sorry at all. “He is a mind-reader, after all.”
Unable to hold back the laughter that was bubbling up inside of me, I let loose again. “And I was already so happy about the party, this is just going to make the whole week even more fun!” I squealed, a little too loudly. The woman inspecting bunches of bananas glanced over in interest. Oops. It was Mrs. Stanley, one of many town gossips. (Where did you think Jessica got it from?)
Lowering my voice, I continued, “And I can tell that he won’t get too mad and run away. I mean, don’t get me wrong,” I assured Jazz, who looked a bit disappointed, “he will be annoyed. Completely, totally annoyed, and frustrated, and … it’s going to be fantastic!” Jasper laughed again as I scanned the apples for the least bruised and rotten-smelling specimens. Too bad there was no time to visit a local fruit stand …
“Well, I must admit I’m looking forward to it,” he said, stating the obvious. “Normally I’d be happy to leave it up to Emmett and watch from a safe distance, but this time, I do believe it’s deserved. Just try not to let him know that you knew about it beforehand, so he won’t get upset with you … all right?”
For a moment I just swam in his golden gaze, his eyes so soft yet serious. It was silly, I could deal with Edward’s blame … I’ve certainly had enough practice! Still. Jasper didn’t want to see that happen, so I nodded and watched him relax again.
“Promise, Mary Alice?” he ordered sternly, doing his best Major Jasper act. I wasn’t at all fooled, and I let him know by laughing irreverently at him.
“I will not promise, and you know he’s probably going to find out anyway,” I reminded him, gesturing with a Granny Smith. “Emmett is not exactly a pro at hiding his thoughts!”
“You’re right about that,” Jazz muttered, glaring off into space. He sighed. “Probably should’ve stuck to him like glue, just to make sure he doesn’t say anything, at least.”
“No, Jazz, that’s Rosalie’s job,” I said firmly. Then, as I realized what I had just implied, we both burst into laughter yet again.
Maybe I should buy a muzzle to make Rose’s job a bit easier. What do you think? Anyway, I’ve got to get going. I’ll definitely be writing more often when Renee’s here, because I’ve seen quite a lot of interesting things happening next week!
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