A/N: This is the continuation of 'You are the moon'; my one shot that was so popular I decided to continue it. My first few chapters will be the one shot cut up basically. I am doing this because I wanted people to know that my chapters are usually under 2,500 words. I didn't want anyone to expect me to write 7,500 word chapters all the time.
Now that said and done, thank you all so much for the response I got on that story! It made me so happy; I can never express just how amazing it was. Hopefully 'Undisclosed Desires' meets your expectations!
I chose the name because, for one it suits the story as is. The lyrics of the song, which is amazing by the way, suit the song well and will come into play in future chapters. It is by Muse so you know :)
I had many responses as far as length and style of ending go. I always wanted to write a long story, over 50 chapters, and while 'You are the moon' started as a one shot, I did envision it as maybe a good quality long fiction. While 'Undisclosed Desires' while definitely be over 50,000 words, I can't give exact numbers.
It depends on a hundred things! Popularity, motivation, etc...The most important to me though is quality! I hate long stories that have amazing plot but end up waffling on and you get sick of them.
Going with the flow basically is what I will do.
P.S READERS OF YOU ARE THE MOON; IT IS WORTH READING THIS CHAPTER. WHILE IS THE SAME BASIC PLOT SOME EXTRA STUFF HAS BEEN ADDED. THEY ARE IMPORTANT BUT SUBTLE...;)
Now onto the first chapter!
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Jasper POV:
The flashing lights hit my eyes at blinding rates. The stinging sensation was present but not nearly as bad as it once was, back when I had done my first show. As I did my signature walk, I gave the swarm of photographers my signature smile. As my lips twitched into my crooked smirk, someone caught my eye.
Beside my manager Alice Brandon, a petite brunette stood with a camera at the ready. Her dark chocolate hair was falling over her shoulders in loose curls and waves. To my disappointment, much of her face had been obscured by a large and expensive looking camera leaving only her perfect arched eyebrows and full pouty lips exposed.
Remembering where I was I quickly posed before turning and walking to the start of the runway once again.
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BPOV.
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"Did you get some good shots, Bella?" Alice asked. Instead of responding I passed her my camera carefully. Immediately her small manicured hands pressing buttons. The steady clicking made it clear that, as per usual, she was looking for something in particular.
I knew what that something was.
Jasper Whitlock.
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Alice, my best friend, had always dreamt of being a model. Since I could remember she had been posing in front of mirrors, begging for fancy clothes and walking in heels that made her suddenly a foot taller.
She had the gorgeous and quirky face and a perfectly proportioned body, but to her dismay those proportions were too small. Managing to do a few print campaigns, she still clung to the hope that she would still get to be the model she had longed to be.
Alice was probably one of the strongest people I have ever known, but it was the day after her first love had broken her heart while she was at her most vulnerable, that she gave up. At a casting for a fashion campaign, a bitter bitch had called her out on her size.
I had never been told what the other model said, but it was enough for Alice to give up on her childhood dreams.
What she didn't give up on though, was her dream to be in the fashion industry. She wanted so desperately to be immersed in the industry but lacked the height for modelling or the sewing skills for making clothing.
The next idea she had was to be a stylist, and that had worked for a while. She was interning for Angela Weber, a smart and fashionably geeky woman tabbed as the next Rachel Zoe, when she had to interview models for an upcoming photo shoot. Alice was given the task of picking 3 models out of 1000, a task that had to be spread out over a two week period.
Alice had picked Edward Cullen. He was a mysteriously sexy bronze haired man with pale skin that had the slightest hint of a tan. His dark emerald eyes and structured eyebrows had become his trademark. Surprisingly down to earth and witty, Alice wanted to set us up. It never happened since the shoot made his famous enough to have anyone he wanted.
The next person was a gorgeous girl by the name of Rosalie Hale. With long hair that naturally fell into silky waves and unique violet eyes it was clear why Alice picked her. The fact that she had an almost perfect body didn't hurt either. Vain, but sweet enough, Alice had enjoyed working with her.
The last of the three people wasn't actually auditioning. Alice had originally picked a sweet woman called Esme Pratt. She had lovely caramel hair and light honey eyes. She was the best out of what had been seen but Angela agreed with Alice that, while she was absolutely a very pretty girl with a great walk, she just didn't seem to fit.
Alice told me that at the end of that day while walking home she had run into a tall blond man. With sparkling blue eyes and a lean physique, Alice had dubbed him perfect. The spent hours in a coffee shop; she was convincing him that she was not trying to scam him and he was asking dozens of questions. He was chosen and along with Edward and Rosalie, did the shoot.
At the end of that year, Alice decided, along with a little prodding from Angela that talent management was more her thing than styling. Alice had asked Edward, Jasper and Rosalie if they would like to join her as her first clients.
Edward had already been signed by Eclipse Model Management and Rosalie had decided that, while modelling was extremely fun and paid well, that she would rather be a mother. That left Jasper.
He had told Alice while modelling was never his plan he would be pleased to join her.
The rest, as they say, is history.
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"Bella, my god, you are amazing!" Alice's praise brought me out of my thoughts.
I looked over at the screen on my camera and smiled. While I wasn't amazing, the picture I had taken was. It was Jasper, his signature crooked smirk on his lips and his blue eyes practically piercing the lens I used to shoot him. The light had hit him perfectly, practically making him shine under it.
He looked beautiful.
"Yeah, that is a really good shot actually," I admitted. She turned to me, her hazel eyes large and pleading. I knew the drill. "You two would make a cute pair," I told her, like I did every time I was shown a photo or video of Jasper.
"I think we would too," she said proudly, as if the fact that they were both attractive would make them suddenly fall in love.
In her defence, in the industry Alice worked in, that was probably an often occurrence.
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"There he is!" She squealed, her tiny fingers wrapping around my wrist and yanking harshly. She began to tug me along, her short dark hair bouncing with ever skip of her step.
"Hey Alice," he greeted her as her heeled feet skidded to a stop. "How are you?" He was polite; I had been told but never experienced myself.
I felt like I already knew him despite never actually meeting him.
It was an odd feeling, like reading a book but knowing every outcome and pairing. I was unsure if I liked it.
"Hey Jazz," she practically cooed at him. "I'm good. You were great tonight," now she was fucking purring. I wasn't sure if I wanted to puke or leave.
Maybe both.
Jasper tugged at the hairs on the base of his neck awkwardly, a small smile on his lips. "Thanks Al," he said to her before he turned to me. "Hello there," he greeted, his hand extended to shake mine. I placed my right hand in his and I couldn't help but notice how well they fit. I blushed as a look of recognition seemed to pass through his eyes. "You must be Bella!" He seemed pleased with himself, as if he had just figured out a puzzle.
"And you must be Jasper," I untangled my hand from the grasp of his. He was still smiling at me and I could have just melted. He was even more handsome up close and in person. I was so pissed at Alice at this moment. She had told me that no matter what, I was to protect Jasper from anyone who tried to hit on him. He was hers, she had said. He just didn't know it yet.
I had always thought that either she was right and he might have liked her or she had wishful thinking.
Suddenly I felt myself desperately wishing for the latter.
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"I have to go talk to some people, you know network?" Jasper and I nodded numbly at Alice. "Bella, don't forget what I said before. And Jasper, you really were great tonight." She winked at him before turning her gaze to me. She gave a meaningful look and, while Jasper wasn't looking, waved a hand over to a group of models eyeing the men in the room, particularly Jasper, hungrily. I knew what she was saying; watch them and don't let them near him.
Alice walked off into the crowd of tall models, short children of wealthy celebrities and fat men in suits leaving me and Jasper alone.
"You don't have to stay with me," I told him, feeling bad that he was sticking with a stranger while he could be having fun and drinking.
"Don't be silly, Bella. I have been dying to meet you. Alice practically beams when she talks about you. I can't wait to get to know you," he smiled at me and my knees went weak.
He was gorgeous.
"I feel the same, Jasper. The way Alice talks about you I feel like I have known you for years. Do you want to go grab some coffee? Alice told me that there is a great adjoining cafe here."
"That sounds great. Lead the way, Picture Girl."
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A/N: So what do you think? Reviews are what made this happen in the first place...;)
ALSO; Mainly BPOV unless you guys really want other ones. Request, it just might happen! JPOV for the start though, just to show the instant curiosity.
Any more questions, ask. I love to answer (:
