Yay! my first Bella and Jasper fanfic! I've really and truly changed. Onto the story...

Prologue

BPOV:

I'd always thought of Jasper as an older brother, and nothing more than that. But one afternoon, when we were both upstairs doing our homework, sudden realisation washed over me. Jasper was no longer the big brother I never had, he felt like more than that now. I wanted him in a way that I had never wanted anyone before.

A crash came from downstairs. Something was being thrown about. Jasper and I both perked our ears up, hoping to find out what the cause of the crashing was.

"Is that what those 'business trips' were about? You just being able to go off somewhere and hook yourself up with some guy? I'm sick of it Marianne, and that's not going to change!" Jasper's father shouted from downstairs.

Jasper's face suddenly looked pained. I knew that his parents fighting was hurting him, but I wasn't about to go downstairs and stop them. It was suicide at this point. I gave him a sympathetic hug. I'd been through this before, but not the same situation. My mother was tired of my dad always working late hours at the Police Station, not having enough time for her. She packed up and walked out, leaving me behind with him. I was only three at that point, but I understood well enough to know that she wasn't coming back. I haven't seen her since.

My thoughts were interrupted by a tear drop falling on my page. I was confused. My eyes weren't watering, so where did this tear drop come from?

I looked over to Jasper to see another tear fall from his eyes. It would be harder for him, because he was older and his parents had been together longer. It reminded me of when I first met Jasper...

Flashback- 10 years ago...

My parents were yelling again. Someday, they would snap. The noises hurt my ears, so I began to cry. My mom scooped me up and walked next door. The tears were still running down my cheeks.

"Marianne, could you please do me a favour? Can you please look after Isabella for a little while?" My mother forced me into Marianne's hands and shut the door. That was the last time I saw her. Marianne took me to her living room, where a boy about my age with curly blonde hair was playing.

"Jasper, this is Isabella. Her mommy just dropped her off to meet you. Be nice to her." And with that she left the room.

Jasper slid some of the blocks he was playing with over to me.

"I'm building a castle, and then we can go and live in it, so we don't have to eat our broccoli," he explained to me with some authority in his voice.

"But I like broccoli. What about pumpkin?"

"Okay. Pumpkin's yucky."

We played like that for a few hours, until I heard a car screeching down the street. I looked out to see my mother's car turning the corner without looking back.

A tear dribbled down my cheek. A little finger wiped it away.

"Don't cry," pleaded Jasper. He looked like he was going to cry as well.

End Flashback

Ever since that day, I've been at Jasper's place, or he's been at mine. If not that, we would always be talking to each other through our bathroom windows. Of course, that got a bit more awkward as we got older until we eventually phased it out.

Another crash came. This time, I think it was glass.

"Don't accuse me of not loving you Marianne. You've stepped over the line this time. We're through." With that, the conversation ended. Jasper burst out into tears, sobs wracking his body.

I leaned over and wiped a tear from his cheek.

"Don't cry," I pleaded, repeating the words he used so long ago.

I got up to leave, and tripped over the foot of his bed. Jasper managed a weak laugh through the tears. My clumsiness was always funny to him.

"If you weren't so goddamn clumsy, you'd almost be human," he teased me, his southern accent now making my knees weak.

"I'm only thirteen, Jasper. I'll grow out of it." I picked myself up off the floor and walked over to give Jasper another hug.

"I'll call you if it gets worse," Jasper said through his tears.

"Don't worry about it, it'll all be okay soon. I've been through it. I'll call you after dinner."

"'Kay. Bye Bella."

"Bye Jazz."

And that was the last time I saw Jasper Hale.

* * * * *

The next morning, I decided to be brave and tell Jasper how I felt. I knocked on the door and Marianne answered it, her eyes red-rimmed.

"Hey, Marianne. Is Jasper awake yet?" Marianne let out a sob and handed me a folded piece of paper and then shut the door.

I unfolded the paper and read what was on it.

Dear Bella,

My dad is taking me somewhere, I don't know where. I have to move with him, because apparently I am the only other sane person in this household and her didn't want me with mom.

I had no idea I was moving, I didn't want to. I wanted to see you before I left, but he wouldn't let me. It was late, about midnight. I just wanted to see your face again before I left forever. I'm not even allowed to come back and see mom again. I don't even think my dad wanted me to contact you before I left, but I told him that if I just wrote you a letter, then I'd let him take me without a fuss.

I didn't want our friendship to have to end this way. My dad won't let me make contact with anyone from this town anymore, but I know how much he wished that he could say goodbye to Charlie as well.

Take care, and I love you,

Jazz

xo

The page was stained with tears prior to mine. I could tell that writing this letter must have hurt Jasper. Not even being able to say goodbye to a loved one.

Like mom.

The tears came thick and fast now as I ran into the house and flopped down onto my bed. No-one was going to take Jasper's absence harder than I was, that was for sure.

Wow, just writing those last few paragraphs almost made me tear up. Please read and review, especially you Ash, because I know how much we both love Jasper...

XOXO