Disclaimer: As much as i want to own Jasper, i don't. :P Stephenie Meyer owns Jasper,Alice,Twilight,Emmett, Rosalie, Peter ect.
Hello (: Well this is my first time posting my story onto fan fiction. Be nice to me please ;) I would love you to read this and review, telling me how to improve ect, no one gets to be a good writer without people telling them how to be better.
So i am going to shut up now, and let you read this. I tried to be my best.
Oh i would love to thank my friend Sarah, she really helped me pick ideas for this (: 3
Ouch Why did everything hurt? My body was in so much pain, I didn't even know why, what did I do yesterday? Work, and then came home and fell asleep on the sofa! That's it, the sofa! I really should start going to sleep in my bed, I just seem to crash out as soon as I get home, dealing with rude customers at the local electrical shop does make you feel tired when the day drags.
The sudden beep of my phone made me jump, I was so much into my thoughts I never expected it. I rolled over to press the 'read' button under the new text.
'Mom wants you to pop by on your way after work, remember that you have a stag night to go to tonight. Emmett will kill you if you miss it.' Rosalie was more like my mom then my real mom was. No joke, she made me tidy my own flat a few weeks back, it's my flat!
Rosalie was my younger sister, only by two years, and the fact that an nineteen year old getting married in less then a week scared my mother to death, when Rosalie first told her that she was getting married my mother only thought the only reason was because she was pregnant, not that Rosalie would mind if she was. That woman wanted loads of children and want to get married so fast, poor Emmett didn't know if he was coming or going at times.
Emmett was an old friend of mine. He went to College with me, but of course he fell for my sister the first time he came home with me for thanksgiving, I should of told him to go to his house rather then come to mine.
I must admit. He made my sister happy, and after the tough past she had I was happy that she was happy. His stag night was at an nightclub that Emmett owns. 'Owned' what a name for a nightclub? Honestly, it was popular though, it was very popular, but of course Emmett being the owner of the place getting a VIP area for free was simple, although he did say we had to pay for the drinks.
I finally got up from the bed, slipping my sweatpants on over my black boxers I slept in last night, most men sleep naked, but knowing my luck my sister would come in, pull the covers off because that was the only way to wake me up, and it just crept me out of the thought of Rosalie seeing me naked, she was my sister.
The shower was cold, I need to fix that boiler, I can't have cold showers for the rest of my life. The house I was living in wasn't great, it was a tacky place really, old, the walls were dirty and it didn't matter how many times I tried, or Rosalie tried or my own mother tried, they wouldn't clean, so we just left them.
There was only one bedroom in this place, and one bathroom that was just big enough for me to get in there without falling over something, I've tried being in there with a few girls that I had brought home from a night out, and well I think it was the fights in the bathroom I had with them about room that made us not see each other again.
The kitchen wasn't any better, it was tiny and the lounge only held a two seat sofa, and a small TV, the money I earned went towards paying the bills for this place, so for me to get new stuff was out of the picture unless my mother said she would pay, that's where I got my IPod, Cell phone, PS3 and Laptop from, she got them for me for Birthdays and Christmases.
I placed my work uniform on and picked the keys up, I debated if I should have breakfast here or get something on the way to work? Another beep of my phone went off, maybe Rosalie again? She normally got angry if I never answered her texts.
'Mine at 7. A few drinks before out on the pull – Of course not me, but I'm getting you someone tonight!' Emmett always tried getting me girls, I never knew why I couldn't do it myself, but then I proved to pick the wrong ones.
I didn't even text back to Emmett about that, he would know I got the text, and if he really worried about me turning up or not he would pop into work.
I walked out the flat, down the stairs, trying to avoid conversation with the local neighbours, they weren't nice people, and would try anything to get you to get involved with them.
Work was boring, Peter was on my case all day, about getting girls tonight. He was also coming to this stag night, I was excited to go, it was a bit of fun, get completely out of my brains, not caring about anything and ending up in some place I didn't know. One thing that did bother me was Peter was engaged to Charlotte, our supervisor. If she ever heard him talking about this he wouldn't be allowed out of the house in years. Charlotte was also a good friend of mine, me and her got on well with each other, it made Peter jealous.
Once I was home, I checked the voice mail on the machine, nothing. I had another cold shower, I didn't bother to shave, my little stubble would do for another night. I placed my black shirt on, undoing the first few buttons so my chest was showing a little, I put on some black jeans and then by boots, can't forget them.
I made sure my curly blonde locks were alright before putting on some deodorant.
I made it to Emmett's just in time, I was welcomed with smoke from all the smokers, I was a smoker myself, but it stunned me to see Emmett allowing them to smoke inside the house, Rosalie was going to shout when she found out.
"You made it!" Emmett called, going through the crowed of people, finally getting to myself.
"Would I miss it?" I asked, rolling my eyes as I watched all the people, to be honest, I never knew Emmett knew so many people.
"You would if you knew how many people were coming, you hermit." he mumbled under his breath, I was going to come back at him about that, but I decided it was his stag night, I was going to leave it until the wedding, where I would embarrass him when I had to do my speech. I couldn't wait for that.
The music of the nightclub was loud, of course it was, it was a nightclub. I rolled my eyes as i heard the men daring Emmett to down five pints of larger in record timing. He would kill himself, I turned to look around the nightclub, seeing everyone dancing, enjoying themselves.
"You alright man?" called a younger guy, his name was Jason, he worked with Emmett here. I just nodded, signing to him that I was going to get some air, I had drank too many whiskeys tonight, and they were going to my head.
It was then I bumped into a small pixie girl, she shocked me being so small. "Sorry" I mumbled under my breath, but her glares shocked me even more, what was her problem? I said I was sorry.
It was only when I saw her drink all down her top that I had to laugh, girls always got so mad if someone spilt something over them. "Like I said" I leaned forward to her ear. "Sorry Ma'am" I whispered, my southern accent coming over, I felt her shudder and smiled to myself, I was aware how it affected girls, it was my way of pulling them.
Not that I pulled many.
"You idiot!" she shouted over the music, slamming her drink on the bar, looking at what damage i'd done. "This cost me so much!" She claimed, like it bothered me. Why did I care? I just shrugged, her beauty distracted me from what she was saying, I could heard the insults she shot at me. "Oi! You listening to me?" she cried.
"Sorry." I said once again, looking down at her top then her face. "I'll buy you a new one" I wanted her to mainly shut up, but when she looked at me, her eyes meeting mine, I felt something. Something incredible, I wasn't sure what though.
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