A/M: Yay! Alice/Jasper! I had a dog named Jasper once…he died though…I'll never forgive my parents for that…they didn't let me say goodbye… -cough- well…erm…that's not the point! I had this idea the other day and I want to see how it will play out. Oh and this chapter is named after the song My Girlfriend Who Lives in Canada from Avenue Q because I thought it was funny.
Disclaimer: Uhm, yah…I don't own anyone or anything…c'ept the plot of course…
Prologue
You've Kept Me Waiting
Edward Cullen
I have found solace in many places, in front of the piano, my bedroom, my car, my father's office at the hospital, a meadow I found once while hiking alone, one of these many places is not school.
I parked my Volvo and ran to the overhang by the cafeteria. Though I constantly put on a good face I detested Forks with a passion. I listened for my name to be called, but I knew I'd hear that second after the truck.
I listened for a few minutes but no truck could be heard, then I heard her shout through the rain. "Edward!"
Bella, one of my closest and dearest friends, slammed the door of Jasper's car and pulled her hood tighter if possible makin only a small portion of her face visible, then she waddled over to where I stood. She knew only too well how clumsy she was so she didn't try to run, but Jasper quickly caught up to her and then passed her.
"No truck?" I asked undoing the strings of her hood so she could put it down.
"I think it's actually dead this time." Bella said, she heaved a huge sigh and pretended to cry. "I don't understand, why is it doing this to me? I love it with all my might, but it's just – dying." I enveloped her in my arms in a joking manner, rocking her back and forth a little too hard to be serious. "Will you look at it, Edward?" she begged.
"I suppose I'll have to, if we're trying to prevent a car funeral." She gasped at the idea and stepped back pointing her finger at my nose, making me go cross-eyed.
"Don't you ever joke about my trucks life like that again!" she said in a reasonably scary voice.
I chuckled, knowing only too well that she was – on some level – joking. "I'll look at it tomorrow, you're still staying over tonight, right?" Bella nodded and Edward looked at Jasper for the first time, he nodded in response to the unspoken question.
"Charlie knows you guys won't pull anything with me." Bella explained.
This is why I loved Charlie Swan, he constantly let his 17 year-old daughter hang out with two guys her age, sometimes without parental supervision.
I knew I would never actually make a pass or pull anything with Bella, but every day that she walked, tripped, stalked, dragged, ran, heck even waddled up to me I wished that I could then take her face in my hands and kiss her while laughing at her oddity. I also knew that I could never do this because I was dead set on the idea that Bella Swan held no feelings for me other than best friend.
Jasper looked at his watch and began walking to his first class, Spanish.
I didn't take a language because I apparently had enough language experience at home, which is true. My father speaks Latin, Spanish and French and my mother speaks German and Italian. I know quite a lot from them. I know how to say that I'm lost, I can ask where the restrooms are in those languages, plus Sign. So, because I don't take a language I have a period free.
Bella shrugged and followed Jasper. I walked to my Calculus class. I had somehow ended up on the more advanced side of school so I didn't take a language and I was in Senior math.
After school ended we met under the overhang again, normally that is, Jasper was running late for some reason unknown to us, we kept lookout until Bella said, "There!" Poor blighter, he was being cornered by Jessica Stanley, quite literally, backed into a corner with Jessica hovering over him. We went over to rescue him from such a terrible fate.
"I'd really appreciate some help on this essay, and frankly Jasper, you're the only one who can help me. I have horrible grammar." Jasper shook his head and l pulled on his arm.
"I'm sorry, Jessica. But Jasper has already agreed to help me and I'll need all the help I can get." Jessica nodded slowly and stepped back a few feet and muttered something incoherent to Bella and Jasper but I heard it.
"Stupid fags." She had said, I growled and took a step but both Bella and Jasper had my arms before I could even think of a way to approach and strike.
"Edward," Bella said, her voice warning. "She's not worth it." I pulled against their grip but it held firm then I sighed and relaxed, but they did not release me.
Once in the car, Jasper started talking a mile a minute. "I owe you one, Edward! She just cornered me after class and I don't like her enough to talk to her so I was just listening to her hit on me and I was praying you guys would find me and if I ever believed in God, it was now!"
Jasper wasn't a snob, he just didn't think it was reasonable to have to talk to people he didn't care about so he tried not to waste his breath. He played the mute, emo boy at school but was the chatterbox whenever he had Bella and I alone. He'd give pleasantries if you were nice, he'd follow a conversation, but he'd never start one.
I chuckled lightly and said, "It's okay, Jasper."
"And I'm sorry that Jessica called you gay, we all know your not even though you've never had a girlfriend. We believe that you're searching for your soul mate! We trust you one-hundred-percent on that. She still shouldn't have said it though, and I think she was also referring to me which is an insult but whatever…" As Jasper continued to rant on about Jessica Stanley thinking we were gay sex buddies I thought about the fact that winter break had just started. I sighed hoping that it wouldn't mean a visit from Alaska, Italy, or – worse yet – France.
I pulled up to the house, it's a huge thing but wonderfully charming with too many rooms – making it the rendez-vous point for family. The rain had let up and the trees created a canopy over us keeping us a little dry till we made it to the porch. I pulled out a key and went to unlock the door to find that it was already unlocked. I turned with wide eyes to my friends and opened the door slowly ushering them behind me. As soon as I walked through the door I was ambushed.
"EDWARD!" As the person who had called my name ambushed me and gave me a hug that crushed my insides I could think of only a few people this was, Bella (but I knew it wasn't her); Tanya, Kate, or Irina (but they weren't due to arrive until Christmas Eve) or – and as I looked up my suspicions were confirmed.
"Alice?" I asked in disbelief.
"Who else?" She asked incredulously, letting go and stepping back.
"I thought your flight came in on Christmas Eve along with Tanya, Kate and Irina." How could she just barge in like this? Well, I suppose it was her home and she was just as welcome to barge in as I was.
"Yah," she trailed off and started excitedly again. "But surprising you is far more fun!" she giggled.
"What did you do to your hair?" I gaped suddenly staring at her cropped, pixie-like locks.
She rolled her eyes, "I cut it, duh!"
"Uh, Edward?" I was suddenly acutely aware that my friends were standing in the doorway. "Should I call my dad?" Bella asked.
"No," I assured her as I glared at Alice. "Police Chief Swan will not be necessary." Jasper and Bella still looked wary and anxious, I sighed. "Alice, these are my best friends, Bella and Jasper. Bells, Jasper, this is Alice."
Alice waited for me to continue, when she realized I wouldn't she said, "I'm Edward's sister," Bella's jaw dropped and Jasper was in disbelief. "Twin actually." She corrected herself. Then she walked over to Bella and threw her arms around her neck. "We are going to be such good friends, Bella." Bella just stared at my sister, shell-shocked. Then Alice moved to Jasper. "You've kept me waiting a long time." She said cryptically.
Jasper seemed to understand immediately and bowed his head slightly, "Sorry ma'am." He apologized.
A/M: Okay, short chapter I know, but it's the prologue so get over it please!
This is my first story on here for a while so I'm going to try to keep up with it as much as possible. I know where I'm going so just let me get the first chapter up and then we'll chat about my lack of plot, k?
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