I don't own any of these smexiful characters...if I did, Jasper would be married to me instead of Alice...
Jasper,
You know where to meet me. Five O'clock. Don't be late. I love you.
My eyes scanned the words on the slip of paper. Alice? She probably had something big planned for me. Some kind of anniversary present? Most likely. As to where I apparently knew to meet her…well, needless to say, I, in fact, had absolutely no idea where I was supposed to go. Maybe, just maybe, she would drop some hints. Even in the anti-death women still found it amusing to mess with a man. Women. That had been a thought that crossed my mind more often than not. They were the same in life and in death.
I sighed, closing my eyes and slipping the note into my pocket. A small wave of emotions hit me and I looked up to see Alice and Emmett. So much for being alone, I thought bitterly. This was one of those rare days that I was able to escape from the emotionally unstable world and it had been ruined. Mostly by Emmett, no I loved Alice far too much to blame anything on her. I growled lowly, sending the boy into defense-mode without even managing to utter a single syllable.
"Sheesh, Jasper, we were just wondering if you wanted to go hunting with us."
"No," I hissed venomously.
Normally, I wouldn't be like this, but I was completely and utterly unprepared for mine and Alice's anniversary, thus I was stressed and in dire need of a befitting gift. Which meant I would have to go to the one person I wasn't sure I could stay with for long. I mumbled to the two who hadn't budged to go on, assuring them that I would be perfectly fine. Alice moved in for a quick kiss before leaving behind Emmett. God, he could be so annoying at times.
Finally, with every emotional wreck out of the house, I was able to completely focus on my unfortunate predicament. Yes, most unfortunate. Another sigh within five minutes of the last only added to my current angst. What was an undead man to do for his equally undead wife on the night of their anniversary? Hell, how many years had it been? I verbalized my frustration with a furious cry.
"Fine, I'll do it," I said aloud, stalking to my car.
The engine purred to life and, in a matter of seconds, I was on the road. It took all of my strength to keep from crushing the steering wheel. It always amazed me, how angry I could get over the littlest things. What would it take? An hour at most to find a suitable gift? In fact, it probably wouldn't take near the full time I would allow. I used these thoughts to calm myself. Yes, an hour, definitely less. Finally, I was calm enough to approach the door of the one person who could cause these kinds of problems.
I parked my car in the street and snuck to the door, on which I rapped my knuckles against. It was answered by a man. Charlie Swan. And behind him stood Isabella Swan.
"Jasper?" she asked, moving past her father and out the door. "Is everything alright? Edward didn't…did he?"
"Nothing happened," I replied coldly, pulling her towards my car. "We'll be back in an hour, Charlie."
The man answered me with a confused nod, though his emotions told him to come after me with a butcher's knife. Boy was I glad he was able to control himself…