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Author's Note: Wowzers, it's been so long since I've written a fan fiction. Before you begin reading this, I want to let you know that Jasper is in fact my favorite character, which is mainly why I wrote this fan fic. I do not plan on writing any "reader x character" kinds of stories about any other character from SU but Jasper. Also, you – the reader – have been given a name in this story, but it is still a reader x Jasper based story. If you don't like the name, just imagine it's your name instead, hehe. I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Steven Universe. The show belongs to Rebecca Sugar.
Chapter 1: One Stormy Night
I remember the first time I met her, one stormy night. The sky was coated with thick clouds, painted with a dark shade of gray. Thunder boomed furiously, echoing throughout the sky as the lightning struck dangerously. The rain came pouring down hard, making it difficult to for any creature to navigate without getting soaking wet.
I hadn't expected to get caught in this storm. It's almost as if it came out of nowhere. It was my first time exploring this small town known as Beach City, but unfortunately the storm shortened my little exploration. Luckily however, a friendly guy known as Greg Universe ran into me on my way back home in the middle of the storm, and offered me a coat to where until I made it hope. I wonder if everyone in this town is as nice as him.
As I headed to my car parked somewhere nearby, keeping my head low so that no water droplets land in my eyes, I noticed something glimmering in my peripheral vision. I stopped for a second, turning my head to see what it was. I noticed an object in the distance, lying down in the sand. Curiously, I walked towards it.
As I grew nearer and nearer, I could identify the color, and soon I found myself hovering over the object. It appeared to be a strange looking stone with shades of orange. I examined it curiously before bending down and carefully picking it up. I felt the somewhat sharp edges before gently rubbing my fingers against the smooth sides of the stone.
"So pretty…" I whispered. It looked as if the stone had already been cut, which was strange. None the less, after seconds of examining the stone, I slid it in my pocket and continued making my way to my car. Finally, after reaching it, I unlocked it and slid into the driver's seat, buckling up my seat belt and sliding my key into the ignition.
I quickly drove home through the rain, feeling unsafe being out in this storm for any longer. I turned on the radio, distracting myself from the intimidating storm with some nice soothing music. I lived some hours away from beach city, near a forest by myself. It's not as bad as it sounds, at least for me anyway. I didn't mind living alone. It did get lonely every now and then but there were some advantages, including how peaceful it was. I'd rather live there than in a city.
When I arrived home, I parked my car and unfastened my seat belt, making my way into my house. It was a pretty nice house for one person, if you ask me. My parents use to own this house, and now it belongs to me. They – along with a few other family members – built it with their own hands, cherishing this place, and it's my responsibility to take care of it now.
I unlocked my door and walked inside, hanging the new coat Greg let me have on a coat hanger near the door. I slid my hand in my pocket, making sure the stone was still there before taking it out and examining it once again. It was such a pretty stone. If only I could identify it.
I set the stone down on the living room table for now and went to my bedroom, changing out of my soaked clothes and taking me a nice shower. Afterwards, I made a nice bowl of noodles for dinner, feeling too lazy to cook a bigger meal and relaxed on the couch, watching TV. I glanced at the stone on the table every now and then. Something about it just seemed so mesmerizing.
About fifteen minutes afterwards, while distracted by the stone, the TV began to lose reception and soon there was nothing but static. The storm must've knocked out the signal. I sighed and turned off the TV. It was about time I head for bed anyway. But not before giving the stone I found a proper seat.
I picked up the stone once again and roamed around the house for something nice to place it on. When I got into my bedroom, I searched my drawer and picked up an empty ring case with my other hand. It was the ring case that once held the engagement ring my dad gave to my mom. I smiled softly and carefully placed the stone inside it, resting on the small cushion, before setting the ring case with the stone on my desk in the living room.
I sat down at the desk, pulling out my journal and writing down everything that happened today, including my exploration in beach city and the stone I found. I was a journalist, and writing was my hobby. It always felt nice to write down my thoughts on paper rather than keeping it all in my head.
Once I finished, I yawned and stretched, heading back into my bedroom and crawling in my bed. I laid down and shut my eyes, contemplating as the thunder boomed and lightning struck outside my window. The storm did keep me up for a little bit, but soon I managed to slowly drift off into sleep. Despite the storm, this day turned out quite nicely.
That is until a strange sound woke me up.