Hello everyone! This is my first slash story that I have written on Fanfiction. I do have another account on here - idkifurcrzy. Anyway, first I need to put out a few things

WARNING: This is a SLASH story between Edward/Jasper and it will involve lemons later on. This story also deals partly with drug use, death(not major character), and alcohol. So if you don't like those things or if you are under the age of eighteen I advise you not to read.

Getting that all out, I hope you all enjoy this story. I should be updating once a week or even sooner. Here's chapter one.

Disclaimer: Not mine :(

I was running away from home and everything included in it. All I knew then was that I had to get away at that moment. It all started with my mom I guess you could say.

She was drunk yet again and entertaining guests. It was my birthday and she didn't even remember. It wasn't the first time that she had broken my heart, but this time hurt the most. I felt the anger burrowing up inside of me as I watched her getting high and drunk.

"What's wrong, sweetie?" she slurred over everyone else's shouts. What's wrong? Plenty of things to go around. First, I was a sophomore and almost a complete nobody. You could blame that on being extremely shy. I was lucky enough to get a girl that wanted me, but then she broke my heart when I found out that she was cheating on me. That was already enough broken hearts for one person, but of course there were more. I didn't have that many friends at school because I tended to keep to myself. I didn't have one person that I was close too.

On top of being socially awkward and having basically no life, my life at home was screwed too. My dad had passed away the year before and I was living with my mom and her boyfriend, Peter, and my brother. But, it seemed like we never had our house for ourselves because there was always someone there.

Life was hard with my mom. She had had a full time job in retail but that was barely enough to get us by with her bad habits. Drugs and booze came before rent, and sometimes we were so broke we would have to scrounge for pennies.

It really hurt to see what my mom did to herself. On top of that every time she used those things I always feared that she would end up just like my dad. Then the next day when everything turned out fine she would apologize and my fear would turn to madness. How could she do this to me, to us?

"Jasper, I'm sorry. It won't happen again," she would promise me. It was a promise that was often broken.

But, I wasn't running away because of all that. It was my sixteenth birthday and she had no clue. The only one who even remembered was my older brother Demetri, and even he didn't spend time with me. He was too busy with his girlfriend Jane to stay around the house. The truth was, I had never in my life felt so alone than I did that day.

What's wrong with me she asked? A lot of things, but right now it's you. That's what I wished I could tell her.

"Do you know what day it is?" I asked her hoping that she would remember then. All I got was a confused look from her.

"Hell yeah, it's fucking Friday!" Peter bellowed and his friends cheered around him.

"Why honey?" She smiled drunkenly. Anger boiled within me, and I found that I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Why do you have to ruin everything?" I yelled. I saw her eyes widen but she didn't say anything. The laughing and shouting continued around us, and it made me even angrier. I couldn't stand it here anymore. Not even for another minute. I grabbed a hoodie and ran out the door and away from my home.

Now where to go. I didn't know anybody who lived close by. I couldn't exactly go to Alice's house after she cheated on me. So, there was really only one place that I had in mind. The park.

The park was my sanctuary. It was one of the places that held most of my childhood memories. I had kissed many girls here, but they were only faint memories. This was my place to escape. I came here to think, to yell and even worse- to cry. As much as I hate to admit it, I cried more than I wanted to. To me it was a sign of weakness.

But not today, I didn't want to feel week anymore. I climbed up to the top of the playground. I was cold, but I didn't care; anyplace was better than home. My hands were shaking and I didn't know if it was from the cold, anger, or might fight to hold back tears.

Suddenly I found myself hitting the side of the playground over and over again until my hand was throbbing. Fuck, that hurt. I knew my hand was swollen, but at least it distracted me from the throbbing in my heart.

There was another thing I realized after I had calmed down. It was cold and it was raining. I felt myself shiver. I could make it through this, I chanted to myself. It was only a matter of time before I wondered how long it would be before I gave in. Then he appeared.

He was climbing up the stairs and stopped when he saw me. He was wearing a hoodie like me, but what I noticed inside his eyes were his brilliant green eyes. I recognized him from one of my classes at school. I couldn't remember his name though.

"What's the matter?" he asked me quietly. What showed him that I was upset? I noticed that there were a few tears on my cheeks and I brushed them off quickly.

I shrugged not knowing what to say. God, I hated being so shy. It was the worst fucking curse a guy could have.

"It's Jasper, ain't it?" he asked. I nodded. "I'm Edward," he said trying to fill the silence. We had never talked before so I wondered how he knew my name. Hardly anyone knew my name in school. Why was he here and talking to me now? I asked myself.

"What are you doing here?" I built up my courage to ask him. Give a guy like me some credit.

"Walking home, but I saw you here," he said. His green eyes were trained right on me.

"Oh," I whispered. I shivered with the next round of wind that hit us. How can it be so fucking cold out here?

"How long have you been out here?" he asked with concern. Why did he care? No one else cared about me.

"A while," I stuttered, my teeth chattering. I wrapped my arms around myself, and my hand slipped out of my jacket. I noticed that it was twice its normal size and an angry red. I watched as Edward moved his hand to touch mine gently. Sparks went through me, but I blamed on the fact that my hand was hurt.

"What happened?"

"I hit something," I muttered blushing like a complete fool. He just nodded like he saw those types of things everyday.

"What time is it?" I asked trying to make my voice even despite the cold. I had forgotten my cell phone at home and I really didn't feel like going back there to get it. I watched as Edward took out his phone and checked it.

"Almost midnight. Shit, I gotta go. My parents didn't want me out too late," he sounded disappointed that he would leave. I told myself that I imagined that. He had a warm house and parents to go to. But I found myself not wanting him to leave. I wanted someone to be here with me.

"Oh," I mumbled and looked down. Edward got down from the playground and I listened to his footsteps as he walked away. I sighed, but then that one sighed turned into endless tears. In minutes I found myself sobbing loudly and crying. It was something a sixteen-year-old boy wasn't very proud of.

I was in the middle of my breakdown when Edward appeared at the top of the stairs again. I was too shocked to even attempt to wipe the tears from my face. I met his eyes and I found that there was only sadness there.

"Listen, I know we don't know each other very well, but I can't just leave you out here in the cold," he told me. A little piece of my heart warmed at his words.

"I can't go back home," I choked out part in fear, part in pain.

"Well, then you're coming with me," he said and looked at me without a question in his eyes. He tugged my arm and I followed him off of the playground. We had just gotten to the road when he stood in front of me. "You don't have to go if you don't want to. I mean I'm not gonna force you to come. I just it's cold and…." he looked down. This whole entire time he hadn't once been shy and now he was.

"It's okay. I'll go," I said and waited for him to look at me. His green eyes brightened and I felt better. Besides, I had nowhere else to be. I felt myself opening up to Edward despite being so shy.

"So what were you doing there anyway?" he asked. I know that he was only curious but it still hurt to think about what I was running from.

"I ran away," I said looking anywhere but at those bright green eyes. He didn't ask anymore questions and I was grateful. We walked in silence but I still noticed him giving me glances out of the side of my eye. I tried to keep my mouth shut from chattering from the cold.

"We're here," he said leading me up to one of the nicest houses in Seattle. It was huge compared to my house, and a hell of a lot more expensive. Suddenly I felt embarrassed being there. Maybe I should just stay outside rather than face the humiliation.

"It's okay," he said seeing my hesitation. We walked in and if I thought the outside was spectacular, the inside was just plain unbelievable. They had some of the nicest furniture I had ever seen, and even from the front door, you could see the winding staircase that led to the other floor. But, above all that, what I noticed the most was that it was warm. I shuddered in happiness.

"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Edward called.

"Okay, honey," his mom said coming closer, "Who's your friend?" she asked coming out. She was so pretty even in her nightclothes and no makeup.

"This is Jasper. Can he spend the night?" Edward asked.

"Sure, sweetie," she said kissing him on the cheek. I felt like my heart was going to explode from want. My mom never did that to me. "And it's nice to meet you, Jasper," I nodded speechless. Jasper pulled me up the stairs quickly.

Of course I should have expected his bedroom to be nice, but I was still shocked.

"Did you want some clothes to change into?" he asked. I nodded blushing. He handed me a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. I changed in the bathroom and while I was in there I glanced at myself in the mirror. My golden curls were in a mess and still partly wet because of the rain. Rings of red surrounded my blue eyes. My body was in shape but my muscles weren't very defined yet. Girls had fawned over me, but I pushed everyone away. Too afraid of getting hurt again. I sighed and walked out. I saw that Edward had changed into pajama pants and a snugly fitting black shirt. He turned and looked at me once I came out.

I could have sworn that I saw his eyes darken once he took me in, but it could have been anything. He took my wet clothes from my arms and left me in the room.

It was nice to have a moment alone to breathe and take in my surroundings. His room was over all dark blue. There were band posters covering the walls, most of which I liked. He had one dresser and a desk with a computer. Shelves were stocked with music and books that had no names. And there was a king-sized bed in the middle of the room. I found myself getting tired.

I sat down on his unmade bed and I felt myself relax. It was so warm here. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn't notice when Edward stepped back into the room.

"You warm enough?" he smiled at me.

"Yes," I said clearly. "Thank you, Edward. It means a lot to me," I said nervously and began blushing like hell.

"Your welcome," he said his green eyes hesitant as they watched me. I moved to get up and I put pressure on the hand that was hurt. I yelped in pain.

"Fuck," I muttered.

"You're hand. I completely fucking forgot," and he ran out of the room before I could say anything. He's helping way too fucking much.

He came back in with a bag of ice and a towel. He didn't even glance into my eyes as he wraps my hand. I tried to hold back a hiss of pain as he covered the top of it with the towel.

"Sorry," he said and his green eyes are glassy. Almost like he was gonna cry. I nod and he looked away. There aren't enough words to thank him for what he has done for me. I sigh in relief as the coldness begins to numb the swelling.

"Do you have any extra blankets?" I asked sheepishly.

"Why? I'm not letting you sleep on the floor, Jasper. Your hand is fucked up and you've been out in the cold for God knows how long."

"But it's your bed. Where are you gonna sleep?"

"Well, it's a king so there would be room for the both of us…" he suggested eyes down.

"We can share," I murmured and he got into the side of the bed. When I didn't follow he frowned at me and I found myself slipping in on the opposite side. He had turned around so that he wasn't facing me.

"Edward, can I tell you something?" I asked quietly. He was facing me then and I was met with the warmth of his eyes. God, how I was beginning to love those fucking green eyes.

"Anything," he whispered. I closed my eyes and gathered my thoughts for a moment.

"I ran away because of my mom forgot that today was my sixteenth birthday and instead got high and drunk," I choked out. I felt tears coming and I didn't want to fall apart in front of Edward for another time. I lay on my back with my eyes focused on the ceiling.

"Jasper, look at me. Please, it's okay," he pleaded softly. I looked at him again. I had never seen him look this sad before. " I'm sorry, so sorry that this happened to you."

"It's not like it hasn't happened before," I muttered.

"What?" he looked angry.

"Forgotten my birthday, no. Getting high and drunk is something that I see her do every night," I said. He had no clue how scared I was to tell anyone this. Demetri and I had been taken away from our mom about eight years ago and put in a foster home for almost half a year. It was horrible and something I never wanted to witness again. I would stay with my mom because I was the one who had to make sure she was okay. I just didn't tell anyone because I needed to be there with her and I was scared to be taken away again.

"What about your dad? Can't you live with him?" he asked. I knew it was only a question but I was suddenly longing for my dad. He had the same habits as my mom, but he was more controlled. It was only once in while thing, not every day. He didn't hurt me repeatedly like my mom did. It was like a hole in my life with him not in it.

"My dad passed away last year."

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"Can you stop saying that! I don't want to be a fucking charity case to you! I just want someone to be there for me without feeling sorry for me or acting like I'm helpless." I said angrily. I had heard people tell me how sorry there were too many fucking times for me to stand.

"I don't think you are a charity case at all. You are so strong Jasper and everyone needs to let go sometime. I'm not sorry for you; I'm sorry about what you've been through."

"I didn't mean to snap at you," I murmured.

"It's okay." he was quiet for a moment and I thought he had fallen asleep until I opened my eyes to find that he was staring at me.

"I know it might not make a difference but happy birthday Jasper," he whispered quietly. I burst out laughing and I didn't know why. It was just so ironic that after saying all of those things that he would tell me something like that. I saw his green eyes widen in shock.

"What?" he asked a hesitant smile on his face. I stopped laughing and I was suddenly serious.

" You might not believe this but I am not sorry one bit about what happened tonight because if none of this happened I wouldn't be here with you." I was too afraid to look in those intense green eyes because I was sure that I was going to start crying like a fucking baby again. Suddenly I felt his arms around me. It felt so good to be held. When was the last time I had a hug? I didn't remember. I just felt so cared for in his arms. He held me longer than necessary but it felt right.

He pulled away slowly and looked my in the eye.

"In the morning I am gonna give you my number and I want you to call whenever you need anything. To talk, to stay here, anything."

I nodded too choked up to speak.

"Promise?"

"Yes, I sighed. He smiled sadly and then turned the other way and made himself comfortable. It was quiet for a while in his darkened bedroom.

"You have me now," he whispered so softly I thought that I had imagined it. For once I didn't cry at his caring words. It hurt to get my hopes up, but I thought that maybe Edward would prove me wrong.

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