"Come on my little Tinker..." Jasper whispered soothingly. I clung tighter to him never wanting to let go.

"Do we have to leave Jazzy? Please! I don't want to go. I've just gotten used to this new Doctor. Please...Don't make me do this!" I whimpered into his chest. Tenderly, he stroked my hair, trying to comfort me. Jasper was my best friend. He was my angel. If I had to take one thing into a desert island, I would take him. With no regrets. I needed him. Living without him was my definition of hell. I couldn't do it. Even if I could, I didn't want to. I just hated bringing him down with me. He could do so much more without me.

"Please Tinker? For me?" I glanced up through my lashes seeing his hopeful face. He always knew how to target my soft spot. If there was something I could do for him, buy for him, make for him, I would do it. Just to see the smile on his face. I nodded timidly. He smiled my favorite loop-sided southern smile and whispered

"Thanks Tink." I sighed. I guess we where going to Forks after all...

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Jasper held my hand all the way. Occasionally I would playfully whine about the long journey but he would just give my hand a reassuring squeeze. Finally, after 7 hours, 48 minutes and 23 seconds, we reached Forks.

"I've brought a house Tink, we live next to some Cullens'. I hope your okay with that." I stared and him shocked. House? Yes..hmm...house! That meant money... a lot of money! My mouth opened instinctively to argue but Jazz cut me off before the scolding words left my mouth.

"I paid with half of the birthday money you gave me is well so technically, you did pay for some of it." I rolled my eyes at his logic and pouted. Jasper thought my expressions where deadly. He thought I hypnotize people with my eyes and my expressions. I wish! But, if he thought my expressions could change some ones mind...then why not use it? He turned his head away before I could do my 'Heart-Breakingly Needing' look. I tugged on his shirt so he would pay attention to me. Still, he refused stubbornly.

"Uh-huh Tink. Not this time. Who knew there were such things as killer-fairies? Better warn the neighbors..." He muttered to himself, trailing off in the thought. I giggled. I never really used my expressions on a random person just so they give me something, that was just pain wrong. A definite no no. But with me and Jazz, we were the playful kind. Born to prank and play.

"Fine," I allowed finally, "Come on Jazzy! What are waiting for? Let's go!" I encouraged enthusiastically. I've never tried, but I'm pretty dang sure that living on our own will be a rocking adventure. I basically skipped into the house while Jasper jogged behind me smiling to himself. Thanks Jasper, I know I'm weird, no need to shout it out. I fiddled with the merciless lock until Jasper's hand replaced mine and he undid it in one graceful movement. I smiled at him sheepishly and he grinned knowingly back at me. I stepped through the house and was surprised to see it looking well made.

"I asked some cleaners to prepare everything. Y'know? I really hate packing and unpacking things. They take ages." He explained casually. More money? My eyes narrowed dangerously. He laughed putting his hands up in surrender, trying to make peace. I sighed. I guess there wasn't much I could do now. I was searching desperately for something to do. He made so many sacrifices. Jazz seamed to read my mind.

"You know Tink? I'm really hungry. And I really want your home made chicken curry." He hinted. I grinned and skipped to the kitchen. While I did that, Jazz got himself relaxed and comfortable. And when I say comfortable, I mean really comfortable. He kicked off his shoes and socks then placed his feet on the brand new table.

"Jasper." I warned. He turned around looking at me with wide, questioning eyes. Ha! No luck loser! I'm the one with the killer eyes!

"Yes Tinkerbell?" He asked innocently. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Feet. Off. Now. Get your feet off the table or it'll be your meat in the curry and then I'll make you eat it." He shuddered for my satisfaction and removed his feet. I smiled smugly.

Dinner was normal, apart from Jazz licking his lips and moaning every 2 seconds telling me how great I was. But then again, he does that every time. He insisted on cleaning up as I made the food. So we had the little argument that we always have, and like always, Jasper won. (No hard feeling involved.) So he did the dishes. Internal Sigh. Jasper said school stared tomorrow. Another mental sigh.

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School! Yay! NOT! I heard Jazz yawn as I stepped into his car. I grinned.

"Well, if you gave us a few nights to rest then maybe you would of been fine..." I told him trailing off suggestively so his mind could paint a picture of a peaceful sleep. He groaned. My grin got even wider.

"Come on! We don't want to be late on our first day, do we?"

"No, we don't." He agreed, starting the car. The journey was a quiet one. Occasionally I would hum and Jasper would play with my fingers. Finally, we got there. I slammed the door shut with necessary force before walking around it and to Jasper's hand. I took a deep, steadying breath and gave him a smile. He returned that smile and we headed for the school's office. The lady that greeted us was startled. Partly because we popped out of nowhere, but mostly because my attire wasn't the usual you get in school.

"Oh! Hello, dears, what could I do for you?" She asked in a warm tone, did I hear a hint of apprehensiveness in her voice? I smiled softly, trying to show her that I wasn't on of those big 'In-your-face' bullies. Her face was now clear of any emotion apart from the matching warmth of her voice.

"Can we have our schedules please? Jasper Whitlock and Isabella Swan." I told her softly. She nodded and reached in her draw. She pulled out two pink papers and handed them to us. We thanked her and got out. Me and Jasper both scanned our lessons and we only had one lesson together. One. I pouted looking up at Jazz. He had an empathetic look on his face. I glanced at the clock. 15 minutes till class. jazz noticed my distraction and sighed.

"Well, like you said, we wouldn't want to be late now, would we Tinker?" He asked. I shook my head sadly. He wrapped his arms around me giving my head a kiss.

"See you at lunch..." He whispered before leaving.

So there I stood. In the middle of a school. Totally lost. I fumbled with all the papers she gave to me searching for a map. Finally, I gave up. I was rubbish at reading maps anyway, it wouldn't do any good at all. I scanned the room for a friendly face, the only way I would get to class on time was with asking some one. My head whipped around for a whole three hundred and sixty degree search. Then I captured a pair of bright, sparkling eyes. Emerald oceans. They were staring directly at me. Blood rushed to my cheeks as I averted my eyes self-consciously. Great! Now I made a fool of myself too! Sigh. I'm such a doofus sometimes. At last I spotted a girl who looked quiet, shy, but intelligent. Those were my first impressions. Well, even if I didn't judge on looks I didn't want a loud puppy following me around all day.

I discovered her name was Angela and she had 2 classes with me. She was so amazing, the way she told me how she had to look after her twin brothers at the weekend while her parents had a night out. So selfless. And not once did she judge me because of my looks. Many people just randomly introduced themselves in the corridor, giving me a compliment. Others, (when I say other I mean the the girls in mini skirts and a a thick layer of fake tan) eyes me seethingly.

Now is the time you should know what I'm wearing. I didn't dress up in fancy clothes every day. I didn't make an effort, I was concerned with impressing others. Today I just threw some worn-out light-blue jeans and a top. Every one stared like I was an alien. But the real reason was probably because of the soft pink rose in my hair or my baby pink ballet flats or even the matching bracelets I wore. The bright color of them surprised people. However, the bright color to me was an escape. It was a way concentrate on something other then the pain inside. It was my way of showing my happiness. I was never at peace if my loved ones were hurting. So when I brought happiness to others. I brought happiness to myself. It put my soul at rest.

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The rest of the day was as normal as the first half. I didn't meet the green eyed man again in the day. Unfortunately, I might add. I couldn't deny the part of me that was eager to know who he was. One thing I did pick up on today though, were these rumors. Those 'others' where gossiping and giggling -quiet loudly is well- about some one called Edward. He was extremely gorgeous (or 'hot and sexy' as they called it.) I did want to see the guy, but then seeing how many girls where talking about him made me feel queasy. He obviously wasn't a gentleman.

I quit thinking about these thoughts, I didn't know why I was thinking them in the first place. Jasper seemed more awake when he was driving back home. He was even whistling. I eyed him suspiciously. He must really be in a good mood. I sighed, exasperated.

"Okay, I'll bite. Why are you so happy Jazz, hunnie?" I asked, truly curious. The lightest shade of pink colored his cheeks. I stared at him, surprised. Jasper's blushing? Your kidding! Seriously?

"Nothing. Today was just a good day..." He told me airily. I smiled. He was happy, I was happy. Though I had to find out the source, give it to him more often so he whistles more often. How many times did I say the word often in that sentence? It felt like many more times than twice. 'Kay Bella, now your just plain weird. I know. Sigh. No need to shout it out.