You're Never Completely Alone

by Kakabel

Jasper was kicked out of his house at age 12 for being homosexual. He was then taken in by the Cullens, and became the only human among 6 vampires. He also happens to like Edward very much. But does Edward like him? Slash. Adopted from 6 Ft. Tall Angel.

1. The prologue

A/N: Hey, peeps. Erm, I'm adopting this story from 6 Ft. Tall Angel. With one, erm, significant exception. I'll rate it 'T', not 'M'. :] Credit goes to them for the prologue thingy.
I have the first chapter written, but I'm at a friend's house, and it's 2:30 AM. You can wait until....Sunday?
Oh, fair warning, this will be slash. Slash. SLASH! Boy/Boy. If you're gonna get offended, please press the 'back' button.
Listen to Red Mist by Jim Dooley while you read. It sets the...mood.

Disclaimer: Woe is me, I do not own Twilight.

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My name is Jasper Whitlock. I have a story, would you be willing to listen?

I guess I should start with the fact that I'm 12 years old and homeless. I'll tell you why. I'm gay, and my parents don't approve. More specifically, my dad. But to him, my mom's opinion doesn't matter. He's old fashioned. Life sucks, doesn't it?

My friends always told me to imagine the worst case scenario. I just never expected it to be this.

I wandered around, did odd jobs now and then. I avoided telling people about my sexuality. Homophobes were everywhere, so that could lead to insults, and on a rare occasion, violence. I don't like to fight, but I will if it's necessary.

I lived in an orphanage until I snuck out. I guess I wasn't important enough for them to even try to find me. Good, I never liked them anyway.

I ended up on the streets of Seattle. It was really far from my home of Houston, Texas, but there wasn't much crime, and it was easy to find people to take pity on me. By now, I knew how to make myself cry. It would make people feel sorry for me and give me some money, food, and maybe even shelter for the night. If they were feeling generous, a shower and clean clothes.

There was one girl. She was short, with inky black hair and golden eyes. I saw her shopping on the rare occasion when I went to the mall. She always had a man with her. He was handsome. Tall, with unruly bronze hair and beautiful golden eyes. For some reason, every time I came close, a scowl formed on his face. He was beautiful. I had a small crush on him, but he didn't know that. Nor did he need to.

One day they noticed me. I remember that day so clearly…