I have been wanting to write a Jasper centered story for a long time. I absolutely love Jasper. This story has been in the works for quite a while and I am glad to finally post it. Out of this and my other story, this one will be slow to update. I've not got nearly as much of it written as my other.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Chapter 1- Old Friends

This year I was impatient for the plane to land. I had scouted the entire place out hours ago, waiting for the arrival of my best friend. The flight was delayed. Rain. Figures. I held Wuthering Heights in my hands, making the impression that I was reading it for the millionth time. In reality I had been staring at the same page for an hour and a half. I was getting nowhere. Renee had already scolded me for bouncing my leg uncontrollably and told me that if I couldn't stop she would make me sit in the car. I couldn't help it, I was excited.

We went through this ritual every year. Carlisle and Renee had been friends back in Forks when they were kids. After high school they didn't see each other until their first reunion. They decided to reconnect and now Carlisle made a yearly trip to Arizona. He and his son Jasper, and sometimes his daughter Rosalie, always made it down for a week or so, and then I, sometimes accompanied by Renee, went up there for a while. At the end of the summer I came back to Arizona alone.

Jasper and I were part of why the summers happened like this. We met for the first time when we were seven. We hated each other at first, him being a smelly boy and me having cooties. After being forced together so long, we grew on each other. Eventually we sent letters and talked on the phone. It soon became a daily routine. Renee always joked that she thought the phone bill wouldn't shoot through the roof until I was a teenager. Now our main source of talking was the internet. Instant messaging was most common, but once or twice a week we talked on our webcams.

Jasper knew more about me than anyone I talked to here. I was shy and didn't make friends easily.

The loud speakers blared, barely clear enough to hear, "Flight 323 has landed, Repeat, flight 323 has landed."

I grabbed Renee's arm a little harder than necessary, "They're here!" I squealed.

"I know, calm down," she smiled. I was sure that she was just as excited as me. I don't know how she held it in.

After giving them plenty of time, I took to standing in my chair so that I could get a good look over the crowd.

"Please tell me that you're not that excited to see me," came Jasper's southern accent from behind me. He lived in Washington now, but his mother was originally from Texas and he had her way of talking.

Jasper waltzed up in his jeans and a white tank top. His pants hung low on his hips. They dared to fall off at any second. He looked to die for, but I would never tell him that. I decided to go with insulting him instead.

"Don't flatter yourself. You look like a K-Fed wanna be," I said, face blank. Sarcasm is an act that I had perfected over the years of hanging out with Jazz.

"Please. If anything, he stole this look from me," he scoffed at me. We stood five feet apart from each other staring. A wide grin spread across my face as I jumped out of the chair. He dropped his duffle bag to the floor as I leaped into his arms. He picked me up and spun us around. We greeted each other like this always.

"I missed you Jazz," I whispered into his neck.

"I missed you too, Isabella," he said into my brunette hair.

"Well, our kids look happy," Carlisle said. He and Renee had just appeared carrying all of their bags for their stay.

"Carlisle," I said as I let go of Jasper and went to him. I hugged Carlisle like a little kid. He was like an unofficial father figure to me. I had a father, of course, but I was still closer to Carlisle. I hadn't seen Charlie in years.

"It is good to see you, Bella," he said, releasing me.

Jazz and I helped balance the mountain of bags that our parents had and headed out.

We all loaded up the car and went back to our house. The car ride was fun and full of catching up.

We pulled into our driveway and Phil met us outside. Jasper and I took his few bags upstairs to my room.

They trusted us to stay in the same room together. It was one of those things that we had always done. We would stay up all night talking and shit like that anyways, why put us in separate rooms? I had already blown up an air mattress on the floor.

We sat his bags down and he took a look at the mattress on the floor, "I call bed."

"Yeah right. On the floor," I said, dumping his bag.

"No. I am the guest. I get the bed," he argued.

"Bullshit. If we were at your house, you would make me sleep on the floor," I pointed out.

"True," he caved.

"So what is going on in Forks? Why didn't Rose come down?" I asked.

"She is to busy fucking her new boyfriend," he stated.

I looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "New boyfriend? I thought that her and Royce were serious."

"He tried to force her to do something that she didn't want to do. You know the strong will of my twin. She kicked his ass. When she was through I hunted him down. He will be lucky if he's still able to have children," he said and I laughed. I could just see Rosalie doing that to some guy.

Jasper went over and turned on the TV, then the Nintendo 64 that we spent our summers playing. We had become masters at the older games at times like these. We had played since we were around ten. When Diddy Kong Racing popped up on the screen, he grabbed two controllers and headed over to the bed where I was sitting. I started up my computer and turned on a playlist of classic rock songs.

We both scooted back against the wall and sat cross legged, our knees bumping each others.

It was just recently that I had become hyper aware of Jasper. He was a very good looking guy. Very good looking.

I thought back on all of the moments that Jasper and I had shared. Being with him was mindlessly easy. We just clicked. We were more comfortable with each other than anyone else.

We played and joked for hours before Renee called us down for supper. She was a terrible cook, but luckily Phil wasn't.

"That smells delicious. What is it?" Jasper asked when we walked into the dining room.

"Spaghetti. Phil has his own recipe and everything," I laughed.

Jasper walked up behind Renee and put his arm over her shoulder, "You married him because he can cook, didn't you?" he asked.

"That and those baseball pants," she replied with a smile.

Jasper shook his head in disbelief.

I sat the table for my mom and Jasper led her to her seat. He pulled out her chair then pushed it back in when she was sitting down. He was always a gentleman to her.

After a few minutes of complimenting the food and getting settled, Renee turned to Carlisle.

"So tell me more about this Esme."

Carlisle blushed, something I had never seen him do before. "She's wonderful. She's an interior designer, you know."

"How did you meet?" Phil asked.

Jasper snorted and choked on his tea.

Carlisle shot him a warning glance that he only ever used on his son and told Phil, "She redid a wing of the hospital a few months back. It was in serious need of an update."

"Yeah, and her son is dating Rosalie," Jasper cut in.

Carlisle rolled his eyes and got another fork full of noodles.

"Were they dating before or after you fell for her?" Renee asked.

"Before. It wasn't right to make the kids break up when we started dating," he said.

"Yeah, besides, it won't be weird until after the wedding. Then they'll be step siblings. Ugh," Jasper inputted.

"Jasper!"

"Carlisle!"

Carlisle and Renee yelled at the same time.

Carlisle looked over at his closest friend.

"You're getting married and not telling me?" Renee asked, hurt showing in her eyes.

"No. I mean, yes. I mean…" he shook his head to clear it. "I just asked her a day before we left. We plan to get married when I get back. I was going to surprise you," he said.

"When? How?" she asked, still upset.

"I was going to give you a plane ticket. I knew you didn't plan on coming up this year because of money, and I was going to ask you to come anyways," he said sheepishly.

"Oh Carlisle!" Renee stood to hug him.

"Congrats, man," Phil shook his hand.

"Actually, there was something else we wanted to talk to you guys about," Carlisle said after his thanks.

"And what's that?" Renee asked. "You know we'll do anything for you."

"Well, Bella is like a daughter to me, as you know. Esme has two sons and a daughter. We need another girl to be in the wedding, and we were wondering if Bella would be a bridesmaid?" he asked me.

Tears filled Renee's and my eyes. "Carlisle," I said, getting choked up, "I would be honored. Thank you."

"No, thank you. I don't know what we would have done if you didn't accept. I'll call Esme and tell her as soon as we're done eating. Alice will have to get you fitted for a dress as soon as we get in Washington."

"Is Alice the wedding planner?" mom asked.

"You could say that," Carlisle said before Jasper interrupted.

"She's Esme's control freak daughter. She's this adorable little thing. Like a kitten on acid."

"Jasper! Don't describe her like that!" Carlisle scolded.

"What?" Jasper asked, putting his for down and raising his hands in defense. "You find a more perfect way to describe her."

Carlisle cocked his head in thought for a second before relenting, "I guess you're right. Still, it doesn't sound nice. Anyways, she heard that we were getting married and she pretty much took over. She's making the dresses herself. She likes to make her own clothes and I have to say, she's pretty good at it."

"So…" I said, swirling my fork to get more noodles, "is there any way that I'm going to be able to get out of wearing a dress?"

"I wouldn't even try it. Kitten would shit herself," Jasper said, shoveling spaghetti into his mouth.

"Jasper! Language!" Carlisle eyed his son.

"Sorry," he half-heartedly apologized. "Like I was saying, she won't hear of it. You will all look exactly the same. She's going to do your hair and undoubtedly put you in heels too, so be ready."

"Carlisle, I can't walk in heels. You know this. I'll kill myself. You would hate for me to die at your wedding, wouldn't you?" I was panicking.

"Don't worry. I might be able to talk her out of the heels," he laughed.

I was still not convinced, but it was the best that I was going to get for now. We finished supper with talk of the wedding and the soon to be newlyweds.

Phil gave a yawn and said goodnight. He had to be up early for baseball practice.

I was next, dragging Jasper along. Renee and Carlisle went to the living room where we knew they would talk the night away.

We went back up to my room and shut the door. Jasper hit the play button for the music.

It was going to be a fun night.

A/N

Thanks for everybody reading. This is new and I'm not sure how it's going to go yet.

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