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Thanks to my beta Kelsey who is just awesome!

Summary: As Jasper is attending the wedding of his sister Rosalie he meets Alice - one of Rosalie´s best friends from College. And soon both will live in the same city, Seattle. Will they become friends? Will there be more? Or won´t they see each other again? Rated M for language and later chapters ;) There could be some Lemons.

As life goes on…mine stopped for you

Chapter 1 – It is all about preparation

JPOV

It took me some time to drive from Seattle to Forks, where my family has lived since I was 4 and my sister Rosalie, too. Actually it took too much time, too much time to think. In some time, I would be surrounded by my loving family and I would feel good in one hand and bad in the other. My parents were proud of me, college teacher in Seattle's fucking awesome best university, one of the best universities in the whole States actually, but still…there were these slight hints they always gave me when I was around. Why I wasn't as perfect as Rosalie? Having a fiancée and really good earning in a company? No, I worked my ass off in the university, just earning enough money to pay the bills. It would take me some more effort to actually save money. I practically was forced to do my PhD soon but me, I actually kind of enjoyed working as a teacher, not just studying. Despite of the fact that my parents wanted me a good paid job, they wanted me to have at least a girlfriend. Why are they so into family? I was fine alone! I had friends! I had hobbies! What was wrong with that? And now with my sister getting married to the perfect guy the pressure would surely grow.

I mean I never told them about me and women, never, but still. My mum was annoying with her sentences going in this direction. My dad not that much, but still…

I had to live with it; I was fine…when I was in Seattle. Let´s see what Forks will bring this time; I thought when I passed the big sign introducing Forks as the wettest town in the USA. At least I would have nice food.

I reach our house seeing a big truck standing in front of it, people walking around, carrying white stuff. Yeah, the wedding. Thank God I spotted Edwards car. At least one normal person! I wasn't counting on Emmett these days, who was Rosalie´s fiancée and Edward's and mine's best friend. We know each other from kindergarten. Sure, we had fights but when it came to fights with others we have been always one team. But now he was in this white bubble called wedding preparation, he couldn't escape. My only gleam of hope was Edward.

As soon as I stepped outside my car, Rosalie was around me. "Jasper!" she screamed. "Finally." She hugged me, a thing she actually wasn't doing a lot, and then pushed me inside. My mum came, hugging me as well, smiling apologetically. But Rosalie didn't accept any talk and directly pushed me into the backyard and I was shocked. You couldn't see the sky (ok, I mean clouds) because there was the biggest tent ever. You could see a small stage at the end, where was a white piano with Edward sitting on it. What the fuck? And Emmett standing next to him - both were chatting and laughing.

"EM?!" Rosalie screamed that loud that I winced. "Honey, come over. He is here!!!" Yeah, I was, but what? I couldn't think more because Emmett was running towards me, hugging me like crazy, smiling like crazy and then he started: "Listen, buddy, I talked to Edward, he is cool with it, and 'cause you are Rose's brother I need you to be my best man!"

Shock!

O – kay. That shouldn't have been a surprise to me but it kinda was. Best man!

"Jasper?" Rosalie squeaked. "Say something!!!"

"Uhm, yeah, 'kay." I tried a smile and it seemed to me like it worked because Rosalie and Emmett hugged each other, starting a strange victory dance.

I was looking to Edward, who couldn't sit hardly on his white chair in front of the piano because he was laughing his ass off. Jerk!

I left the couple, walking down to the stage. Man, our backyard was looking big; it was fitting so many tables. I was blended by all the white, just some spots were pink. They even tried to cover all the grass. Finally I reached the dancing floor in front of the stage.

"Come down man!" I said to Edward, who was already on the way to meet me.

"Wanna dance honey?" He asked me and chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

"Get yourself a girl man!" I replied. Now he rolled his eyes.

"So, how is going, bro?" I asked because I didn't want to talk more about girls, this topic would come as soon as I had some time alone with mum and dad.

"Yeah, you know, Rosalie is totally in preparation mood. Even if you are the best man she already organized everything! I mean everything!!! Stag party included!" He grinned and I respired – thank god, I didn't need to organize that! "The only things you need to take care of are the rings and a small speech." Shit, the speech – I forgot about this duty. Maybe dad could help me, I thought and decided to do this as soon as possible. There weren't that many days until the wedding.

"Come on, let's go and have a beer in the kitchen. Rosalie is driving me crazy with her stuff." Edward said and went to leave the backyard. I followed him thankfully.

Later I was fully informed about the wedding. The two bridesmaids would come tomorrow; they were friends of Rosalie from Portland. So we all would get our suits and dresses. The day after, all the other guests would arrive around evening time. They would sleep in the small bed and breakfast hotel that was down the road because our house couldn't fit so many guests. And the people who were coming from Forks would, of course, sleep at their places. There wouldn't be a preparation dinner because Rosalie thought everything was well organized so we would directly start with the stag parties, guys only and girls only. The girls would stay in Forks and we would drive to Port Angeles where Emmett had rented a bar.

Then there would be wedding day with the wedding at one in the afternoon in the old church. I was responsible for getting Rosalie there, including the bridesmaids so I was forced to clean my car properly. I had a black Mercedes and Rosalie said this would make the perfect car to chauffeur a bride to her wedding. She already booked a florist who would prepare the car with lots of flowers. Oh, great – my poor car!

After the ceremony, everyone would come to our house and celebrate the whole night. And the next day Rosalie and Emmett would fly to Jamaica to celebrate their honeymoon and the whole circus would be over and I could go back to Seattle and start working again. Don't get me wrong but I was looking forward to this. I wasn't that party animal like my sister.

I went to bed late and felt asleep immediately in my old comfortable bed.

Author´s note: Thanks for reading my new story! I hope u all liked it - if yes I wouldn´t mind that u write a review (even two words would make me happy!). More chapters are already written and will be published in the next days.

And please don´t sue me for small mistakes, English isn´t my first language but my beta is from the USA and so it should be fine.