A/N First off...I don't own Twilight or any of the Characters or any of the songs that you might find here.

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It was build from Jackson's tattoo and came about with ideas I had floating in my head. Spencer Bell's music will be featured heavily here. There will be a play list added with all the songs I use. You can also look forward to 100 Monkeys songs as well as Evro, and I'm sure many more artists as well.

I'm Lost

Chapter 1

I sat in another bar, in another small town. They all started to look the same, after a while I just lost track of where I was, which was kind of the whole point of travelling around. Never staying in one place too long, new places and new faces. No one to count on and no one counting on me.

I sat at the filthy bar alternating between Bud Lights and shots of Jameson, just to keep that numb feeling. Numb was good. Numb was nothing. And nothing was exactly what I wanted to feel, until I saw her that is...

She sat at the very end of the bar with a book in her hand. I couldn't see the book, but I could see her. She was very "girl-next-door" like. Her long brown hair was pulled into a high, messy pony tail that fell in waves down her back. She had a thoughtful expression as her shining green eyes crinkled together. She wore a black spaghetti string tank top with red bra straps peeking out from underneath. Yes, she was very girl next door like, nothing extraordinary about her, except that, well, there just was. I couldn't put my finger on it, but she was more than ordinary.

I only realized I was staring at her when she glanced up from her book and scanned the room. Her green eyes met my own; the colour in them surprised me. It was like...like seeing my own eyes starring back at me. She held my gaze only for a moment before giving a small smile and returning to her book.

I probably shouldn't have done it. No, I definitely shouldn't have done it, but I picked up my Bud and sauntered somewhat unsteadily over to her.

I clunked my beer right next to her glass of, what? Coke? She glanced at the bottle before looking up at me questioningly.

"Well, hello there darlin'" Was all that I managed to say. It was those eyes. They unsettled me. Again, it was almost like looking into a reflection. I couldn't tell what it was about them that intrigued me so much, but I knew right then, I was going to find out.

"Hi." She replied, still looking at me.

I gestured to the empty seat next to her. "May I take a seat?"

She looked around at the practically empty bar, at all the empty seats and then back at the one right next to her that I was pointing to. She sighed and shrugged, looking resigned.

"Free country, you can sit where you like." She said before returning to her book.

I watched from the corner of my eye. She was so intent on her book she didn't notice anything around her.

"What are ya readin' there?" I asked nodding to the book even though she was paying no attention to me and couldn't see me anyway.

Her small mouth turned down in a frown and she exhaled. "It's not a book per say, it's more a Collection."

I waited for her to elaborate, but she didn't.

"A Collection of what?" She was not going to make this easy.

The pretty girl paused, pursed her lips and glanced upward, probably begging God for patience. She smiled and turned back to me.

"Poetry. Walt Whitman. Leaves of Grass." She paused with every description. "Do you know it?"

I closed my eyes, I didn't need to think too far back. It was a poem I had read many times in high school. One I had chosen to recite, one that didn't win me any points then and wouldn't win me any points now. It was too well known, but if she gave me a chance, maybe I would show her more.

"O Captain! My Captain -"

"You're kidding me, right?"

"What? Not a Lincoln fan?"

She tried to hold back a smile but she failed, miserably. I saw a wide grin spread over her face, it was...like the sun finally coming out on a cloudy day. Her whole face light up and light seemed to shine around her. She looked like she wanted to say more, but wasn't given the chance.

"Bella, you're break was over five minutes ago. Care to get back to work? These glasses aren't going to wash themselves, ya know." A crabby, gruff looking man had popped his head out a back door.

"Of course, right away, sir." She called to the man who looked appeased by the use of the word "sir". She picked up her drink, stood up and brought the straw to her lips. She sucked lightly and rolled her eyes and leaned closer to me as she spoke. "That's my boss, James. He seems to have forgotten I work an hour of unpaid overtime almost every night and never complain." When she pulled away the straw was still playing at the corners of her mouth and I tried hard not to watch it. "I better get back to work." She crossed to walk behind me and that's when I really got a good look at her. She was fairly short, I could tell. She wore knee high suede boots, black stockings and short black shorts. I tried hard not to be caught starring at her butt.

She got to the other side of the counter and picked up a semi-clean looking rag and threw it over her shoulder while, carefully, placing her book beneath the counter. "So, can I get you another round?" My beer was getting low and I decided one more drink couldn't hurt.

"Jameson, please." She nodded and found the bottle on a shelf filled with liquor bottles.

"So," she said, grabbing a shot glass and coming to place it in front of me.

"Where are you from?" She asked as I watched the amber liquid fill the too small a glass.

"Where I'm from, it ain't important." I said as I picked up the glass. I held it up and nodded my head and downed it, letting the alcohol burn the question from my mind.

"Ahh, there's a story." She said, winking at me.

"No story, just ain't as important as where I am." I stood up and fished for my wallet in my tattered jeans pocket.

"And where are you going?' She asked, watching me grab what little cash I had.

"For now, I'm here." I said as I laid the cash on the table. I watched sadly as she picked it up and then looked at me.

"Here," she said and held out some of the cash. "The last one was on the house."

"Oh, ma'am, I couldn't," I started to shake my head and back up towards the door.

"Please, I needed a smile today." She said as she looked around the bar, the frown creeping back to her lips once again.

I reluctantly took the cash and held it up, bowing to her slightly. "Thank you, that is very kind." I folded the money up and put in my back pocket. "I promise, tomorrow I'll make it up to you." I rapped my knuckles on the wooden bar and backed towards the door.

"Tomorrow? What's tomorrow?" She called looking confused.

I put my hand on the door, ready to open it. "I'm you're new entertainment." She shook her head, a smile was starting to form on those pretty lips of hers. "I guess you could say I'm a travelling musician, of sorts. A song for you tomorrow, to thank you for your kindness." She crossed her arms around her chest and just stared back at me. This was a girl I had to know, but I still didn't know why. "Until tomorrow, darlin'".

A/N Hope you enjoyed and see you soon for more Jasper and Bella! Please, do let me know what you think!