Summary: I saw you. I met you. I wanted you. I liked you. I chased you. I got you. I had you. I loved you. I got bored. I left. One night with Jasper and everything changed. Rated T Jasper/Bella

A.N: This is a story that popped in my head and I hope it's entertaining as it sounds, hope you enjoy it !

Chapter One: A Brief Encounter with 'I Love Lucy'

"Alright good night! Shut off the lights and off those vibrators, it's night time boys." Alice hollered as she walked down the hallway, making sure the order was placed in everyone's minds. I'm sure that wasn't hard, considering the fact that when she yells, it's very loud.

"Do you need some kind of invitation Bella?" Alice asked as I casually leaned on the door frame, "Get inside, shoo!" She waved her hands to initiate that it was time for me to go.

I turned around briefly then looked back at Alice, "Who am I sharing the room with, again?" I asked, crunching my brows.

Alice frowned, "Sharing?" she moved me aside and then sighed in disbelief.

"I mean I have no problem sharing…" I assured her, "It's just one night. We can fix the room arrangements tomorrow."

We tilted our heads to the side as the bathroom door flung open, a cranky Rosalie strolled by us, "What's gotten up your ass?" Alice asked, placing her hands on her hips.

We looked down as Rosalie fidgeted between her legs, using her fingers to pull her shorts loose, "Holy shit, there is something literally up your—"

"Har har, very funny," She mocked, "I will never get used to these." Rosalie muttered, itching her nose in annoyance.

"I would think you would have at least have a 100 years of experience…"I mumbled, unknowingly. This only caused Rosalie to raise her brow as Alice smirked in pure amusement.

"Good one Bella," Alice patted my back, turning her face to be leveled with Rosalie who went back with limping and crumpling, "Go surprise Emmett. They'll be off in no time." Alice winked.

"Well what else would I do? Wear it all night and piss between my legs?" Rosalie shook her head, taking a couple of steps forward, "Good night ladies. Sleep tight, hope the bugs bite."

Alice rolled her eyes, "Drama queen." Alice took a step into the room, intently staring at the beds, tilting her head in the air, in what looked like, a thinking stance.

Then she gasped causing me to walk towards her, "What?" I asked immediately, trying to see if she was hurt or..having some painful vision or something. I shook her for a bit and then pulled back, "What is it Alice?"

"My goosebumps are having goosebumps!" She shrilled, wiping her palm across her hand, "This room is so freaking cold!"

"I thought you guys are naturally cold…." Alice only snorted at my response, patting me once again.

She stuck her head out the door, "I haven't fed myself in a month," she mumbled, "I lose the iciness and receive the warmth…"

A knock caused both of us to stir around, a still Jasper crossed his arms, "I can hear you guys from downstairs, is there any problem?"

"No. No problem," Alice answered, "But what are you doing downstairs?"

"Oh I was getting some water," he sarcastically wavered, "For my pizza." He added to his sarcasm.

"Very funny. Now what's up?" Jasper shrugged his shoulders, moving away the pillow on the sofa, placing himself on there.

"Emmett broke the headboard, so Rosalie and him took my room and then I thought I could adjust but the bed broke and then I found a nice hard floor to sleep on downstairs," Jasper sighed, "and as if the night couldn't get any better, I wake up and hear you two."

Alice nodded her head cautiously, "Bickering," Jasper continued, "Loudly," he went on, "Annoyingly," he just wouldn't stop, "Without considering others and their feelings." Jasper ended, yawning in a purr.

"Sorry about that," I apologized as soon he was done, "We were just having a situation." I moved aside to show him the two beds. He took one look and then looked at me to state that he was just shitting with us.

"And now we have a solution," Alice quipped up, striding to Jasper and pulling him up by his arms, "Jasper can sleep here. Problem fixed."

"Do you have a problem with that, Jas?" He looked behind himself and took a deep breath of relief and then shook his head. Alice clapped her hands and then looked at me, "Bella?"

I placed a firm look at Jasper, "No," I replied, "Of course not."

"Oh, well you never have a problem with anything." Alice laughed, leaning forward to mutter a couple of words of goodbye to Jasper and then placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.

I turned away, not wanting to let them feel like there was a presence in the room.

"Kisses to you too Bella!" Alice melancholy said. Then the door was shut and it was just the both of us.

"Sorry about your bed…" Jasper shuffled his feet, shoving his hands into his sweatshirt's pockets.

"Don't worry about it," Jasper mumbled and then asked, "Which bed do you want?"

I was about to answer but then another whiff of the wind swam past me, "Bella?" Jasper called out.

I crossed both my arms tightly around myself, breathing in shallowly to get some warmth, "Bella, you ok?"

I nodded, barely, "It's—it's really—co—cold in her—here." I shivered, tucking a piece of hair that fell in front of my eyes.

I noticed two feet in front of me, "What an arrangement, huh?" Jasper slurred out, "I'll take care of Emmett tomorrow." He muttered.

"What do we do now?" I asked, shivering, making sure to breath once in a while.

"The windows aren't even open…" he stated, moving past me, "It must be the walls," Jasper went to knock on them, "There's our problem."

"What?" I stood beside him, eyeing the plaster and the color of the wall, "I don't see anything."

Jasper chuckled, smirking beside me. He took my hand and then knocked on the cheap plaster, "The walls are thin."

"Air passes through," Jasper lets go of my hand, "and all of them have a habit of keeping the windows open at night…something about getting cool air." Great.

I sat on the mattress, Jasper stood across from me, eyeing the room, "What about you? You don't open your window?" I questioned, thinking questions would let the time pass by. I wasn't going to go to sleep in this weather, so might as well.

"I find it ridiculous." And I thought I was hard to read. His answer was so lucid and so discreet.

I looked away, tracing my hand over the sheets, "I just remembered something."

"And what's that?" I pressed my name into the sheets.

"Alice was saying goodnight a while ago. You guys don't sleep…." I laughed again, "So what did she mean by that?"

Jasper switched on the light, "Occasionally, anyone who needs to feed, feeds. Whoever wants to fuck, stays."

I was a little thrown back by the vulgarity, but coughed myself back to reality, "Emmet and Rosalie." I stated.

"It's usually them," Jasper threw the pillow on the floor, taking a seat near the headboard, "It's best to leave when they're having sex."

"Why?" Jasper stretched his arms, gazing his eyes at me, then smiled. And the way he smiled at me, as if I was clueless.

"It's rough and noisy. Rosalie doesn't keep anything in. Socially or sexually," he wiped his mouth, "I mean about what she says, of course."

"Then why are you here?" I scooted back, to have a closer contact with Jasper.

"Why not?" He raised a brow, "I'm not sexually erected Bella, I promise you that we won't have sex…"

I smiled, "What are you doing here with me, Jasper?" I rephrased, spreading my legs out in front of me, "Why aren't you outside?"

"Oh. I'm not hungry Bella," Jasper pulled out his hands, casually, "I just fed myself last week."

In between his fingers was a condom, "So, do you think they left by now?"

"Probably," He threw the condom into the trash, closing his eyes shut, "It's not what you think."

"Explain it to me, then." Now I was beginning to wonder whether the 'no sex' with me was a joke, or not.

"Emmett thought Alice and I would, he was being generous, that's it," Jasper peeked an eye open, "I mean it."

I nodded my head ever so slightly, "Why did you yawn?"

"What's with the questions Bella?" He was irritated, I could hear it. I dropped my shoulders, falling back, pulling the pillow under my head. Now I was going to sleep with a frustrated Jasper next to me, fantastic.

"It's a reflex. Even though my body doesn't regulate the need to yawn anymore, It makes me feel human." He answered anway.

And I completely understood. He had to give up so much for something he didn't want—or later did want.

"Did you want to be like this?" I shut my eyes closed, immediately adding, "Sorry. You don't have to answer that. I'll stop with the questions."

"At first, I felt betrayed. And stupid that the first chance I get to see these beautiful women—I let go of my instincts and fuck it up," Jasper drawled out, "Long story short, I met the Cullens, Alice helped me through and that's about it."

I twisted to face him, "You can take my sweatshirt if you're still cold." His hand was on the zipper, himself already stripping out of it.

"I didn't think it would be this cold…." As he handed his sweatshirt, I grabbed it, adding a smile, "Thanks."

I slipped my hands through, adjusting the sleeves and then zipping up tight, pulling my hands inside, "Your turn."

"Hmm?" I murmured, hugging myself tighter. I overlapped my legs, one on top of another, yawning quietly, "My turn?" I repeated, confused.

"With the questions. You can't have all the fun." He replied, tugging at the ends of his hair, which was even more bronze than the last time. Jasper wiped a finger over his eye, pressing into the lids.

"I guess." Sure, getting asked anything by Jasper is good. We haven't really made ourselves acquainted and this could be the perfect chance to get ourselves to know each other better. The next time I see him at a party, or any occasion, it wouldn't be so awkward. And I wouldn't get ignored as much.

"Why were you OK with me sleeping here?" Jasper questioned, causing me to frown.

"Why wouldn't I be OK with it?" I retorted, not being able to understand why sharing a room would be a terrible idea, "I wanted to get to know you better, is that wrong?"

Jasper snorted.

"What? Do you think I have some other intentions?" I questioned. Offended, I pulled my legs closer to my body, placing my head on my knees, "It's just talking Jasper."

He smirked and right then, the whole atmosphere in the room changed.

"What?" I pressed, completely coming off as a whine, "What is it?"

"We don't get along Bella," Jasper stated as if it was a fact, "Because I come off as someone who is overwhelming and you're just…intimidated by me."

"Intimidated?" I repeated his choice of word, "Overwhelming?"

Jasper nodded glumly, his face straight with no sign of emotion. I couldn't tell where he was going with this and what he intended on doing by asking this question…but like I said; the atmosphere in the room changed, entirely.

"No—no! That's not true, we do—we can get along. You can't assume that we just won't based on nothing. It's like me saying that all vampires are rude, egoistic, blood-hungry, self- loathing assholes… which is not entirely true for all of them!"

"Yes it is," Jasper corrected, "Each and every one of them. That's how all newborns start out as."

"You guys are over that phase! Everyone in every clan is!" I exclaimed, frustrated.

"I'm as close to a newborn is. Are you trying to say something Bella?" I shook my head immediately, "You sure?"

"Why are you doing this?" I questioned, "What is this?"

"Don't do that Bella. You know exactly what I'm talking about. When I first met you, all I wanted was to snap your neck, fling my teeth into you and drain every ounce of blood out of your body," I cringed at the details, "Your presence is overwhelming. The way I turn when you're around, I become overwhelming—I almost killed you Bella."

"But you didn't." I corrected.

"But I wanted to. I still do. And I'm not stupid and you know how I feel about you so—hence my question. Why did you agree with this?"

"You think I had much of a choice Jasper?" I raised my voice.

"Of course you fucking did Bella. I don't sleep, you know that? It shouldn't matter to you whether I sleep on a hard floor or anywhere else—but it did. Why?" Jasper was being ruthless.

"Because I was being generous. I didn't think at the moment that it would lead you to point out that me agreeing was wrong," I answered, truthfully, "If I knew that you would be a jackass about it, I would have never agreed."

"Oh, whoopdy-fucking-doo," Jasper mumbled, "You think I didn't know that you were being generous? That's all you are—a generous human wh—" He stopped himself, shutting his eyes tight, his breath getting uneven.

"Whore," I finished for him, "So that's how you feel about me?"

"Bella…" he began but I mumbled a 'no'.. "I think we're done."

"No, we're going to talk about this." I lifted my head off the pillow, pissed.

"I know how you feel about me, what else is there to talk about?"I didn't look at him in the eye when I spoke. I didn't want him to see that how he felt about me hurt, "We can never get along, you hate me, what else…" I stopped before I could let Jasper hear my voice crack.

"Bella…" he mumbled, "You can't even answer the question."

I took a deep breath, "Because I want to like you Jasper. I don't want to fight with you—I want to get to know the Jasper that everyone talks about. Now knowing the truth, that seems entirely impossible."

I didn't think anyone could kill me with words. But Jasper's—that was painstaking. Maybe it was my wishful thinking, but I always hoped that he felt something else than hatred towards me. But now that everything is out in the open, what did he expect me to say? I hate you too? Reciprocate something that I've never had?

"Hate is a strong word Bella." I looked up with an intense face, coming to face with a Jasper that had his back turned, his hand running through his hair whilst the other hand was crunched into a fist. A vein ran through his fist, disappeared through his shirt and then re-appeared near his reddened neck. He looked strained.

"You learning to read minds too?" I asked absentmindedly. My mind was magnified at his neck. Color dysfunction doesn't occur to people like him—he was hurt.

"Yeah that's what I'm doing," he snorted, "You've been mumbling it out. Trust me, I don't want to shit inside your head as much as you don't want me to."

When the annoyance in his voice sprang back into my ears, I snapped, "You're an ass."

He laughed without humor, causing me to fume, "Humans."

I stood up harshly, walking in front of him, having contact with him, face to face. When I saw that his face was still emotionless, I sprang my hand across his chest, repeatedly, even if it didn't hurt him a bit. I kept swinging my hand across his chest and then kicked him with a full force on his leg.

He didn't flinch, once.

"What are you doing, Bella?" Then he began to laugh and my punches became stronger, or I thought it did.

His head tossed back, the room filled with his laughs and that caused me to wrap both my hands around his neck, tightly pressing my fingers into his skin.

But he kept laughing—that led me to choke him even tighter.

"Alright," he chuckled, "I think that's enough." He grabbed both my hands and let me tell you, even when it felt like I used every part of my nerve to stay strong, he pulled my hands away from his neck so easily, I instantly gave up.

"You know, if you want to hurt me, the sun's a bitch," Jasper suggested as he lowered his head to level with mine, "Edward knows that."

"Fuck you." I spat and I went to remove my hands from his clasp but he didn't let go.

"Watch your mouth," he warned sarcastically, "I just might have to put a soap in your vulgar—"

"Get your hands off me," I gritted, "Now."

He took a stern look at me, when convinced that I was capable of breaking something in his body, he released me, sighing in exasperation. Jasper shook his head, raising his arms to his side, giving me another intent stare, looking at me thoroughly.

"Calm down," he whispered, "You're like a raging maniac."

I was going to lean over and spit in his face but then realized that that was just too irrational and my behavior did get rather haste in a short amount of time. When I thought about it—which was for a second or two—he only asked a question…a simple answer was all he wanted. I was blowing this out of proportion.

"I'm not sorry though," I muttered, taking a couple of steps back for my safety, "You are an ass."

"Geez, thank you." He bowed sardonically, his voice filled with sarcasm. As he made his way back up into his straight posture, Jasper swiftly glided to the switches, turning off the light.

"What was the purpose of switching them on in the first place?" I asked, seriously.

"Oh I couldn't get any sleep," he snorted, "But now I feel peachy tired."

He made his way to the other bed, having this keen look on his face—as if he was contemplating how he can make sleeping look entirely possible or believable for his sake.

"Fuck this." He threw the covers on the chair and then slammed his fist into the pillow, making it seem as if this was something he did a long time ago, almost getting me to feel as if a pillow never existed in the world and was an old mechanism for sleep, in the 'old days'.

I almost felt how he felt. Almost.

Jasper slipped on to the bed, turning his body away from me, myself coming into contact with his back that was silently heaving—god he made sleeping look complicated—sleeping?

"What do you expect to hear from me?" I crossed my arms, furrowing, "What is the right answer?"

Instead of a reply, I heard him feigning a yawn, adding a snore or two.

Completely flustered with his jack-ass behavior, I slipped underneath my covers, rashly pulling the blanket to my neck and releasing my hands to my side. When I came to the conclusion that sleeping would probably calm me down—I tilted to the opposite side of Jasper—back facing back.

Jasper continued feigning sleep, immediately getting my eye to twitch.

"Stop that." I hissed, clasping my hands close to each other, for warmth and to feel safe within my own boundaries.

Jasper whistled replacing the normal snore, going along the pattern of the 'I Love Lucy' theme song, completely remixing it for his relaxation.

I wanted to use my every last nerve to yell at him, to tell him to hop off, to give a distinctive slap at his ruthless face, but the exhaustion wiped me out like nothing that's ever happened to me before—and it was amazing.

I could deal with the bastard tomorrow.

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