Of Melodies and Requiems.
A/N: So, yeah. I haven't written in quiet a while and wished to slip back into it once again.
AU. HUMAN. Edward and Jasper. Lemon; in due time. I intend to make this a story and look forward to see what ya'll think.
I do not own; SM does.~
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A soft droning sound flittered through the silence of the stagnant room; another sound rebelled against the intruder. A hand slowly stretched out from beneath a comforter and uncoordinatedly jabbed at all buttons in reach before falling to a sleep drunken face; rubbing the manifestations of sleep from tightly closed eyes. Jasper shifted onto his back; sapphires breaking free from their shields to stare up at the still dimly lit ceiling. The comforter draped over his waist, tucked in under his waist from the new position he had wound up in. Beside him, his bed was empty, which as unheard of for a Sunday night. Heaving a exasperated sigh, he removed himself from the bed and wandered aimlessly towards the bathroom…
It was the first day of the Winter Session and he was almost not willing to go; his body was still wrecked with indolence. Jasper really had no idea who the girl was or even what she looked like… the images of last night were still fuzzy in his barely conscious state. Once the door had closed behind him, he pried to shower door open and twisted a few knobs until a steady stream of water fell. It didn't take too long before it heated and the shower started to fill with steam. Taking one deep breath, feeling the warmth tickle his throat, he hummed and slipped underneath the scorching needles before falling into autopilot to be clean… It wasn't until then, did he vaguely remember what had happened the night before.
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Emmett had dragged him out last night to the local hole-in-the-wall bar that had some of the nicest pool table's Jasper had ever laid eyes upon. Pitcher after pitcher of New Castle the two pounded while still playing game after game until they could no longer aim and entirely missed hitting any ball at all; it wasn't until sometime after one in the morning had they left the place to pursue their next venture; chasing after what their bodies now desired more than anything from their drunken stupor.
Finding themselves at some club, it wasn't hard for them to get in. After all, Emmett and Jasper were both more appealing than just any standard male their age. Emmett having the rugged, athletic appeal down pat from many years of wrestling and football; stood out a head taller than most with bulging muscles and a chiseled, yet serene, child-like featured face; and when he smiled, you couldn't help but follow suit. Not only that, when we approached the bouncer, Emmett set his features into a scowl, which was pretty intimidating, no matter who you were; save for Jasper, and this allowed them entry without any protest. Jasper knew better than to believe anything of the look, they were best friends; knew everything about one another.
Jasper on the other hand was less muscularly built than Emmett, but he was toned, standing only a few inches shorter than the "brute". His hair falling into gentle waves of gold against softly tanned flesh; striking sapphire's been only what could describe his eyes best. He had a grace to him as he walked; poised, a gentlemen; despite the amount of liquor he had consumed.
At this point in the night, Emmett barely was able to walk and pass off as sober. Both of them had a good sense of where they were, but coordination seemed to be quickly fleeting and they wanted to get a hook and take home some tail for the evening. One thing they could count on this club for was the surplus of females, almost all of which were stunning and had a feature that stood out fantastically; plus, the guys that came here trying to score because of the reputation were pretty pitiful compared to the duo. Faces were a blur of lights, shapes, textures under eager fingers, a set of emeralds blazing in the distance burned into the back of Jasper's mind, dancing, and the night continued like that for as long as Jasper could remember…
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Climbing from the shower, now awake and able to function properly, his natural elegance slipped into his movements; as if his movements reflected the fluidity of water. After drying his hair and body with a towel that was draped over it's fixture, he wrapped it snug around his waist before falling into the routine path back to his bedroom for find a still empty bed. Jasper knew he wasn't going to hear the end of it from Emmett, how he had failed to bring a lady home. However, that didn't bother him; what did were those set of emerald hues that had to belong to whoever the performer on stage was… yet Jasper couldn't remember a thing about said person.
Jasper dressed comfortably today; the weather hadn't turned for the bitter chill yet. Dark denim jeans fitted him nicely; comfortable dark green and tan sneakers donned upon his feet. A design printed brown long sleeve shirt donned his torso while a green and varying shaded scarf was wrapped around his neck, dangling over his chest. Themed, true, but it looked nice, especially with how it played off his blonde hair.
Pulling into the student parking structure, Jasper arrived twenty minutes early; earlier than expected. He forgot that he had liked to drive fast, okay, not forgotten. Besides, his Audi A5/S5 series did just the trick for him and still looked as stylish as he did with its deep-sea blue pearl coat. He just didn't want to be late for his History class, which was first. Heading over to the Starbucks just across the street, he got a peppermint mocha twist; his favorite that only came around the winter season. Sipping it as he strolled lazily back onto to campus, his feet carried him towards building C3, where his History class had been located. Messenger bag slung over one shoulder, he had to admit, even he looked good for pretty common clothing; a smile dancing into existence.
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Once into the lecture hall, where it seemed that probably forty or so students would probably cram themselves into; Jasper took a seat five rows from the top and more towards the right side of the middle, stretching out into his seat. Taking another sip from his coffee, the class passed by without any true formality to it and how it bored him to sit there and waste the two hour period being told what the class would be about. Eventually, class was relinquished and he hurried out into the hallways and made a beeline towards the exit; fishing his phone from his pocket, swiftly dialing Emmett's number and clicking send.
"Jaz', what's up?" Emmett's deep voice reached his ear.
"What are you up to? I have about an hour before my next class. You on campus?" Jasper responded, his own baritone voice clear and strong.
"Yeah. I'm over in the main quad with Rosalie, come meet us under the giant oak."
"Alright, on my way." Click. That was that.
Quickly, Jasper proceeded down a pathway and weaved between the other students effortlessly. As he slipped passed another student, his footing faltered; causing him to stagger and fall closer to the one he was passing. However, Jasper was still light on his feet and quickly dipped down and gracefully fell into a crouching position, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Sorry about tha…t…" he started strong with a smile but had it swiftly change as something donned on him. Green. No, not green. Blazing emerald. "No…"
Was all that he could think.
"Don't worry about it," the student spoke, a tenor ranged voice, crisp and clear; as bright as day.
"Cool, well. Take care." With that, Jasper caught his thoughts and voice, stood, and continued is way to meet up with Emmett and Rosalie; Emmett was already laughing, seeing Jasper's stumble, but it was short lived when he remembered how much more graceful Jasper was and able to catch his fall than himself and a half assed scowl set into place.
"What was that about?" Emmett asked, still looking over at the retreating figure that the blonde had nearly trampled while Jasper hugged Rosalie in greeting.
"Something about him seemed familiar… like from last night, but I didn't recognize him or remember seeing him anywhere…" Jasper admitted.
"Oh! That's from where! He was at the club…" Emmett exclaimed, proud that he had remembered while Jasper had not.
"How… do you remember that and I do--- Never mind. Whatever." Jasper waved a hand dismissingly. Emmett and Rosalie both chuckled. Rosalie was gorgeous in everyway possible to find a woman attractive, save for the vanity she held in herself.
"I heard about your little failure last night, Jazz. What happened?" But all thing set aside with vanity, she was really one of the guys; a gear head when it came to cars and tough enough to deal with Emmett and Jasper. They had to give her props. Jasper grumbled and shot a glare Emmett's way and the brute just laughed heartily. Jasper wasn't about to go and admit that he wasn't feeling anything last night after now finding out he got all gooey over some guys eyes… but then again last night, he didn't know it was a guy. Even after that little stagger and looking into the eyes, he hadn't felt the same draw to them. So, he shrugged it off and allowed the grumble to suffice.
The hour pretty much passed with chitchat about what was going on, anything new, and all that jazz. When it came to parting, Jasper left first, he was eager to being joining the advanced, more prestigious choir; he wasn't in it yet only because you had to have a semester of something lower under your belt before even auditioning. He passed though, and couldn't wait. Jasper had been one of four guys to move up into the choir, replacing the four vacant seats.
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When Jasper had finally made it to the music wing, he entered and proceeded down a flight of stairs and rounded a corner to the right; finding himself at the door to his new choir. Smiling slightly, he opened the door to a beautiful composition from the piano. It was something new to him, something he had never heard and it seemed completely original. The blonde's gaze shifted around the nearly full room already taking in the new faces that he'd have to learn to cooperate with and finally to the face behind the piano… and his gaze lingered, eyes narrowing. "Him…?" The male looked up, a puzzled expression flittering into existence at Jasper's expression towards him before looking back down towards the keys that his fingers seemed to work magic over.
Jasper took an empty seat off to the side with a few others of the class who seemed to be sitting off on their own feeling a little uncomfortable; they must have been the other new recruits. After what seemed to be a few more minutes, the director entered and the pianist ceased quickly and made his way back to his sectioned it seemed with the other existing guys of the choir, all of them looking and smiling at him; striking up conversation. He was popular, so it seemed; the same kind of effect Jasper normally had, but when not around new people.
Attendance was taken, but Jasper was distracted and didn't really listen to names except for his own so that he could get the credit for being there. Next came placement into sections. Jasper was the only one of the four new guys to be placed in the baritone/tenor section. Jasper had the ability to reach most way through first tenor, so it gave him the opportunity to sing in that section while the other three made up the new bass section. There were only eleven people in this choir; three sopranos, three altos, two tenors, and three basses. Jasper was seated next to the boy with emerald eyes, which always seemed to give off a light of their own; from no matter what position you looked at them from.
"Now, class, take the time to introduce yourself to those around you, for the sake of the new kids," the man announced with a smile and rolling laugh. The alto's sitting next to Jasper instantly started their introductions while he politely received them and gave his own; Jessica, Lauren, and Ashley. Sopranos just leaned over and waved towards Jasper and he grinned and nodded in return. The other tenor, that guy, stared almost in disbelieve at him.
"M'Jasper Whitlock, and you?" Jasper greeted the Emerald eye'd mystery with an outstretched hand, this time, no hesitation and surprise.
"Edward Cullen," He replied, not accepting the hand. Edward seemed like he wasn't in the best of moods, Jasper suspected. He had an idea of what it might have been, but he didn't feel the need to apologies. He did nothing wrong; he was just surprised, how could he control his reactions and how they manifested upon his face.
"Well, it's a pleasure…" Jasper aloud to drawl out, a hint of his southern accent slipping through which caused Edward to faultier momentarily, high not expecting the accent.
"Yeah…" Edward muttered softly, breaking his gaze from the other back up to the director who had taken perch before the small ensemble.
"Alright, everyone, stand please. Time to warm up!" excitement slipped into the professors tone and he bounded to the piano to strike cords to lead the group through the beginning warm ups. Many of the girls kept glancing over at Jasper as he continued higher along the scale, keeping pace with Edward, who by all means was a first tenor. However, when the director saw this, he played along with the two tenors; testing and amusing them both. Jasper broke first, but willingly and without argues. He was far higher than he had ever had to be. Edward glanced over at him, a brow raised as he continued along the scale. "Woah!" the conductor interrupted, "I am impressed, Tenors!" He clapped once. Sopranos were staring at the two tenors, who had been staring at each other in awe.
"Why are they staring at us like that?" surprisingly both Edward and Jasper thought relatively at the same time.
"PERFECT, harmony!" the professor exclaimed. "Jasper, did you know you have a Matrix voice?" Jasper shook his head. "Well, this is great! Your voice draws in others to the right pitch, it was holding up along with Edward's, who is always a matrix voice."
"Go figure…" Jasper thought to himself. He spared a glance at his partner, who had lowered his brow by now, but still was eyeing him with an unreadable expression. For the rest of the class, things passed relatively smoothly. Jasper was tempted to speak to Edward about his performance last night at the club, but he couldn't remember anything from that night really, besides where he had gone and green. But before he was able to say something, Edward as already nearly across the room and out the door…
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A/N: So, there we have it. Dunno what to say, kind of scared for reviews. It's been far too long since I have written.
Anyways, please, lemme know what you think.
Maybe even ideas, maybe this could be a group participation; IF I think I can fit the ideas into the story. I will be working on the next chapter and it should be up soon-ish.