-"CC? CC? Were are you?" Jasper called out for his girlfriend. Well, girlfriend might not be the right word. Fiancee was more accurate. But as Cassanda put it:
-"I'll never ever write on a paper that I'm your fiancee. First, we might be in the middle of planning the wedding, but you haven't proposed yet, so tecnically, I'm not your fiancee. But mainly, I can't spell it. It irritates me." When he offered to teach her, she said no. "It's a ugly word." With that, Cassandra didn't mean that it was a curse-word. She was just expressing her opinion. That's why they stuck with girlfriend/boyfriend when they adressed each other.
-"I'm in here!" Cassandra called from the kitchen.
Jasper walked down the hall and in to the kitchen were Cassandra was sitting by their kitchen-table, reading a book. The title read: "John Wesley Hardin; The meanest man alive". The author was some american that Jasper never had heard off.
-"What are you reading?" Jasper asked. He could see the title, he just wanted her to pay attention to him.
Jasper often wanted attention from people. He wanted people to ask after his opinion, but they tend to forget to ask. Jasper knew that they didn't do it on porpose, they just didn't think he had an Edward realised from time to time, but then Jasper was forced to mentally remind him. Jaspers shyness stopped him most of the time though. But Jasper had realised a long time ago that Cassandras attention was worth the most to him.
-"I'm reading a book about a assasin."she paused shortly."A Texan one." Cassandra looked up upon him. Waiting for any sort of response.
Jasper smiled at her and joked:
-"Is it about me?" Cassandra looked down at the book again:
-"Hardly", she looked up at him again and then down at the book again."You were a killer, not a assasin." she turned a page and spoke again "I'm a assasin." she started reading at the other page "But I'm not from Texas."
Jasper knew that that was the end of the conversation. The last sentance was meant to say that she could relate to the man in the book, but that there was many differences. Her not being from Texas was just one of them.
Jasper also knew that she was right. He was a killer, even though he wish he had been a assasin. Then he would have had a choise.
But by not having a choise, he couldn't know if he would have chose differently. And that scared him more then the fact that if he spoke his opinion without being asked for it, he could get rejected. But he didn't want to admit it. Not even to the love of his never-ending life. Girlfriend or not.