A/N: New story. I'm planning to make this roughly 8-10 chapters long. With each chapter being a little on the short side, but hopefully they'll get longer. Hope you enjoy, please review!

Summary: Bella is getting married to Jacob and Jasper, Alice and the girls take Bella out to a gay club for her hen's night. Who have Alice and Bella planned for Jasper to meet? (Jasper's POV) might have a go at Edward's down the track. JxE. Rated M for LEMONS.

The Night I Met You

Chapter 1: Not Seeing Anyone

"Bella get your sweet, sexy arse out here!" I yelled to my best friend. "I'm sure you look absolutely gorgeous."

I knew we weren't leaving for a while, but to be honest it felt kind of weird to be with Alice without Bella in the room with us. She was after all Bella's friend.

Tonight was the night of my best friend's hen's party. She and I, along with a few of our friends, were going out to a new gay bar/club called Eclipse. The plan was to get ready at Bella and her fiancé, Jacob's, house beforehand. He and his mates had already left a while ago to celebrate his buck's party.

Bella and I had been best friends since the beginning of high school, which was a good ten years ago. She's stuck by me through it all; the bullies in school and my family when I came out.

I'm not saying they didn't approve of my homosexuality; but my brother Emmett was hard to deal with after he found out. However, after Bella had had a conversation with him about it, he seemed completely different, completely at peace with it all. As much as I want to, I don't know exactly what she said to him. But she did tell me that she explained to him how I was still the same Jazz, I just played for the other team.

And I was really grateful to have the parents I was born with; they accepted me with open arms as soon as we told them. I think mum even preferred it for some reason. I was brought back to the present time as a bell-like voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Jazzy, give her a few more minutes, you know how she is," my new friend Alice said.

I sighed, "Fine."

I lay back on Bella's bed as Alice sat next to me. Angela and Jessica were in the bathroom helping Bella get ready. While my friends Jared and Paul, were probably making out downstairs.

I was shocked that Alice wasn't in the bathroom with the girls. With the way Bella had always talked about her, apparently she's usually the make-up artist and hair stylist of the group.

"Hey Ali, how come you're not in there?" I turned my head to face her.

Her black, cropped, chin length hair surrounded her petite face as she smiled at me. This smile I knew; she used it whenever she had an ulterior motive. Bella had warned me about it, and we'd been well acquainted since I met Alice.

"No reason."

My eyes squinted at her as I was suddenly suspicious of my friend.

"What?" she asked, feigning innocence with her puppy dog eyes.

"You know what," I smirked.

She rolled her eyes, "So anyway," changing the subject I see, "how are you Jazz?"

"I'm…good," I said, confused; we'd already said our pleasantries when she came over a half an hour ago.

Her smile had me suspicious again. "So…are you…seeing anyone at the moment?"

I considered her for a second. I liked the fact that she felt so comfortable with me already, seeing as I'd only met her a few days ago. Bella introduced her to me because she wanted us to know each other before her wedding and hen's party. I smiled at her as she asked me about my relationship status. I hadn't started seeing anyone since my boyfriend dumped me five months ago. In the earlier months of the break up, I had a few good hook-ups, but nothing serious.

However, that was the reason why I stopped trying to find a random guy to have some fun with. Because near the end, it wasn't fun, to me it was sad. It was purely physical, and although I hadn't told Bella this, I was jealous that she was moving on with her life with someone she found who loved her enough to stay with her. I didn't just want a physical relationship anymore, I wanted the real thing. And I'd wanted that for a couple of months now.

"No Ali, I'm not seeing anyone. How come?"

Now she looked a little nervous, "Oh, I was just wondering…because you know, if you ever wanted to meet someone…I could always set you up."

I cocked an eyebrow at her, "Really?"

She instantly grinned, "Yep!" she bounced up and down on her knees as I sat up. "I know a few guys who might interest you. But…mainly…there's someone I'd particularly like you to meet.. – " Angela's voice interrupted her, just as it was getting interesting.

"Okay! Everyone, here is the knew and – not improved, just beautiful – Bella!"

Just then, my gorgeous best friend opened the bathroom door and walked into her room. She was wearing a form fitting blue and black silk dress. The thin straps on her pale, white shoulders emphasised her flawless complexion.

Her make up consisted of lightly applied foundation, blue eye shadow, black eye liner and mascara, and then light pink lips. All in all; fucking beautiful.

She smiled self-consciously, "Well?" she asked me.

I don't know what it was about my sexuality that made her think I would have more of an idea as to what men liked. Since it is straight men who lust after females, unlike me. And after all, we were going to a gay bar anyway.

But since I even questioned my own sexuality as I looked at her, I knew the exact answer I should give her. It would end her worries and hopefully make her believe she was one hundred per cent sexy.

I slowly stood up and walked to stand in front of her. "Honey, - and I say this with complete honesty – the sight of you causes me to question my homosexuality. You look absolute divine. Sexy, beautiful and delicious," I counted off with my fingers as I grinned at her.

I assumed my answer was appreciated as her shoulders relaxed completely and she smiled up at me, "Thanks Jazzy."

"You're very welcome darlin'," I replied, pulling her into a hug. She squeezed me as she kissed my cheek and then let me go. When she stepped back she took a look at me.

"You do look quite handsome don't you?" she said as she took in my dark jeans and white collared shirt. I'd rolled up my sleeves to my elbows, allowing my tatts on my right arm to slightly peek out. Of course, she'd already seen me when I arrived hours ago, but she wanted the spot light off of her.

"I do don't I?" I responded with a cheeky smirk. All the girls laughed.