Somehow, Jasper and I manage to unseat everyone, and now it's down to Emmett and Rose, and us.
Emmett's grin is wicked. "Bring it, bro..."
Rose looks determined. She beckons us with a taunting "Come to mama."
Jasper tightens his grip on my legs, and we move.
I don't think anymore - though I'm hyper-aware of every inch of our bodies that is connected - I just act.
Rose and I grapple, pull, push - desperate to unseat the other.
Suddenly, Jasper yelps, and we fall down.
Spluttering, I surface, trying to regain my footing.
Rose feigns innocence at Jasper's glare, and shrugs.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
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