A/N: I don't own Twilight, any of the characters, or Jacksper. I also don't own my friends, Jools and Jasper (Erin).*MWAH!* Thanks for letting me borrow them Mrs. Meyer, Mr. and Mrs. O., and Jools' mum!

The impulsive glances.

They were driving me crazy. Constantly having the feeling of two deep emerald eyes bore into my skull was quite annoying.

"Will you stop it?!"

The man behind me was taken aback by my screech. I got shushed by the whole theater, but it didn't matter because I realized who I had just shushed.

"You're Ja -"

Before I could finish my sentence, he bolted out of the theater. I noticed a lump still present in the seat next to him and picked it up.

A leather jacket.

I sniffed, letting a sigh pass my lips when I inhaled his scent. A grin spread it's way onto my face.

When I focused my attention back on the movie, I realized the credits were rolling and Christy and Julia were completley oblivious to the previous encounter.

"Wasn't Dev Patel amazing?" Christy breathed, flying off into boy-land.

"Who?"

Julia and Christy gasped, then laughed at my confused expression.

"He played the lead in the flick we just saw!"

"Oh...yeah...what was the movie called again?"

Julia shook her head. "Slumdog Millionaire."

"Oh, yeah. Right....sorry."

"Don't worry about it. Let's go." Christy said as we walked back into the sunlight. I let out a hiss and heard a chuckle from behind. It wasn't Jools or Christy because those two ding-dongs were singing (more like screaming) the lyrics to "Jai Ho" while running down the street.

"I f-found you're jacket." I told him. "You left it when you ran."

"Hey, whe nature calls..."

By the way he trailed off, I got what he meant. Handing him his jacket, I asked, "Why didn't you go back for it?"

"I figured you were a fan so you'd bring it back in hopes of an autograph or something. Now, can I have it back?"

"I don't know. I might just keep it." I said, slipping the jacket on over my tunic. "How do I look?"

"Fabulous," Christy drawled, ruining the moment.

"Now let's go," Jools impatiently demanded.

I slipped the coat off and went to hand it back to him when he said, "Keep it," and slipped something into the pocket.

I put the jacket on and reached into the pocket, watching him walk away. I looked at the crumpled napkin and read:

[ Jacksper 867-5309 Your welcome ;) ]