Lagniappe
Chapter 2. Bella's Secret Weapon
Isabella Swan
So what do we all think of our strange pair so far? What will we think of them after this chapter? Hmmm? So many questions!
Well let us see….
WARNING: Some accent's will be coming up and might be strange to read. The way they are written is how they would be heard by someone.
I'm going off how I normally hear my own grandfather and mother speak so please don't be too hard on me!(:
The walk to Jasper's dorm hall was torture on me. Not only was it freezing cold outside-a very chilly forty five degrees out-but I was so excited I could have peed my pants. I had a great time the previous night with Jasper and after texting him this morning to "Make sure I had the right number" we even talked a little more.
Jasper had explained the whole Emmet/Rosalie love circle situation that had been going on since they were kids.
Apparently Rosalie used to visit Dallas and her family quite frequently and even lived there with her grandmother for a year of high school while her grandmother was ill. Rosalie was the most gorgeous girl in school and Emmet McCarty was the star of the football team. Not to mention very good looking as well.
They fell in love and had a pretty strong thing going that whole year until her grandmother died the following fall and Rose was sent back to live with her parents back in New York.
They were both devastated and tried to make it work for a few months, but the long distance killed them both/ They eventually decided it would be a mutual thing to cut the ties between them, no matter how bad it hurt and try to move on.
Obviously, being apart didn't last too long.
I had asked Rose about it, where she filled in some of the gaps.
"He never treated me like an alien," Rose explained as we got ready for bed. "I was so used to living in New York and I dressed different, walked different….I even had a slight accent. Everyone thought I was so weird."
"They thought you were weird?" I was baffled as I motioned towards her impeccable body. "But you're…you."
There wasn't really any other way to put it.
Rosalie was just as gorgeous on the inside as she was on the inside. She was flawless, caring, beautiful and a great friend. I had only known her a few hours and I already grew to love her. It was almost as if we had know each other forever.
"Yeah, well it was just so different there than it was here in New York," Rose sighed heavily and crawled into bed. "It was really hard for me at first…but then I met this guy," I could practically hear the smile in her voice.
"His name's Emmet right?" I whispered from underneath my own covers.
"Uh huh. He was my biology partner. I had always sucked at science and Emmet was just as lost in that department as I was….so we would scribbled on notebook paper together and write notes during lectures." we both giggled at the incredibly cute memory.
"At first I had been so homesick but….when Emmet came along, it was like no matter where I went; no matter how far from family or friends I was….I would always be home with him."
We both wound up crying our eyes out to the story and then wound up curled up in my bed, giggling over virginity stories.
Emmet was Rosalie's first. She said it was perfect and romantic and blah, blah, blah…
I told her my horrific, virginity incident and she just laughed her ass off.
What a great friend.
We both passed out somewhere around two in the morning and woke up around ten, still groggy and utterly spent from Chinese food and silly stories. While I was getting dressed Rosalie didn't really seem to notice.
She was too engrossed in texting Emmet, with this huge, goofy grin plastered all over her face.
She noticed when I started piling my secret weapon I would use to win over Jasper into the reusable HEB bag I had brought with me from back home. Rosalie realized I had actually put some effort into my appearance-not very much, but enough to make me look better than I did last night-and started shooting off questions.
"Where are you going?" Rosalie asked as I check myself out in the mirror we had on our closet that we shared.
I hadn't chosen anything too brazen to wear over to Jasper's; I had on a pair of dark washed skinny jeans that were loose enough to sit and move in, a white, v-neck long sleeve shirt with a leather jacket and a red and white checkered scarf Rose had said would bring out the red in my hair.
I had to leave my Chucks on, though. Those would always stay.
I hadn't applied much makeup at all. I applied some mascara, a little bit of eyeliner and a bit of foundation just to make the bags under my eyes look less apparent.
Since it was so windy outside I had opted to pull my hair up. I simply twisted my bangs off to the side and pinned them with a bobby pin so I could actually see where I was walking and then pulled the rest of my hair up into a messy bun.
I didn't look overly dressed, but at the same time you could tell I tried. Unlike last night.
I flinched at how horrible I must've looked to Jasper. I don't think I had even ran my fingers through the rat's nest called my hair before I had met him.
I gave myself a little slack, though, since I didn't exactly know I was going to be meeting the hottest man on the face of the fucking planet!
"Oh," I giggled nervously. "I-I, uh, I'm going down to a friend's dorm. She asked me to help her unpack. She was too tired to do anything last night so she texted em this morning and just…asked." I nodded, hoping she would believe me.
She didn't.
"Mhmm," Rose's eyes looked me up and down. "What's her name?"
She got me there.
I spat out the first name I could think of.
"Jessica," I said after a moment of hesitation. "Her name is Jessica Stanley."
"What dorm is she in?" Rose was starting to believe it, but she wasn't one hundred percent sure yet. "I mean, just incase I need you or something." she tried to sound sensible but I knew better.
"She lives in the same dorms as Jasper," I nodded, trying to be a little bit truthful as to where my whereabouts would be.
If she did need me, she would-at least-know the right place to go.
Rose didn't seem phased by response and just nodded before giving me a small hug and a happy grin.
"I'll be out shopping for the rest of the day," she pulled out a platinum Amex to flash it in my face, making my jaw drop. "If you need me, text me okay?"
I nodded before she kissed my cheek and waltzed out of the place in nothing but a sweatshirt, jeans, a rather expensive looking purse slung over her shoulder and a pair of those hideous boots with the fur on the inside.
I let out a loud breath of relief after she was gone and gathered my small, leather messenger bag that had my keys and secret weapon inside of it on my arm and headed out into the freezing cold temperatures.
Now, it was almost twelve o'clock and I was almost to Jasper's dorm. For a minute I considered sprinting the last fifty yards I needed to get to the probably warm building, but decided against it.
Knowing me I would find a way to fall and break something, leaving Jasper stood up and me heartbroken.
I trudged my way up the cement towards the large, brick building and trotted my way up the stairs as quickly as I could manage before ripping open the lobby door and flinging myself into the lovely and inviting heat the room offered.
I signed in at the front desk after flashing my student I.D and pulled out the napkin Jasper had given me last night with his dorm number on it from my bag.
W518.
After what felt like the longest elevator ride of my life I walked down Jasper's hall, seeing absolutely no people out. It was almost the total opposite of mine and Rose's dorm hall.
We constantly had people chattering outside in the hall, walking in and out. We had to sleep with Rose's iDeck on just to drone out some of the noise.
I checked each door number carefully, counting it off as I made my way to his door.
W514
W516
W518...
I hesitated at his door, holding my hand out to knock when the door flew open.
"Hey there, darlin'." Jasper's sweet southern twang greeted me.
Jasper stood before me, hair a total mess but utterly adorable, eyes bright with excitement and wearing a pair of tattered looking jeans, a pair of socks and an NYU tee shirt. His smile reached from ear to ear as he held the door open for me.
"Hey," I smiled up at him brightly as he ushered me into his room.
When I walked in the first thing I noticed was the fact that…he was literally not unpacked at all. His dorm wasn't as small as Rosalie's and mine and he had told me he didn't have a room mate, so I knew he would have a ton of space, but this was insane.
Jasper's kitchen alone was about double the size of Rosalie's and my own sleeping area. He had a den area, Rose and I didn't. He had two bathrooms and two bedrooms, which he apparently didn't use.
That all made me quite surprised, yes. What really shocked me was the boxes piled everywhere.
Box on top of box, on top of box lined every wall. The kitchen and den were completely bare. Not even so much as a coffee mug was out. I hoped that he had at least thrown a pillow and blanket down on his bed to sleep.
"Wow," I chuckled as Jasper closed the door behind him. "You weren't kidding when you said you hadn't unpacked anything."
"Yeah," Jasper snorted and ran a hand through his bed head hair. I wanted it to be my hands in those tangled locks instead of his. "I was really tired last night."
I felt my face fall.
Was that the reason I was here? The actual reason I mean? Maybe he really didn't-
"I'm so glad you came," I was caught off guard not only by his words but by his swift motions in wrapping his strong arms around me.
My body tensed up for a split second, but immediately wrapped my arms around his torso to hug him back. His body radiated a very welcomed warmth, making it impossible not to hold him. Not that I wouldn't anyways.
"I brought you somethin'." I heard a bit of my accent came out, relishing the feeling of not having to hold back.
Jasper pulled back to give me a knowing smirk.
Jasper thought my accent was adorable. I thought it was rough and terribly hard to understand, since I could speak French so well that my Cajun accent was as strong as my Nana's. If I really let my accent slip and started talking the way I did back home, he wouldn't be able to understand a word I spoke.
"Oh really?" his voice sounded suspicious.
I leaned back to see if he would let me out of his grasp with no avail. Not that I cared in the slightest. I simply leaned against his hold on me as I rummaged through my messenger bag and pulled out my secret weapon.
I opened the HEB bag for him to see, making a smile crawl up on his lips.
"You brought me twenty packages of Ramen Noodles?"
I giggled at how wide Jasper's eyes got when he gently took the bag out of my hands to rifle through the flavors I had set in there.
"Yep," I nodded goofily. "I put two of each flavor I had." I reached up on my tip toes to point to the two spicy chicken flavors in there.
Jasper chuckled in awe before setting the bag down at his feet and lifting me into another warm hug, spinning me a couple of times while we both laughed together. Once our laughter died down, Jasper sat be back on my feet.
When I looked up, Jasper's blue eyes glowed with excitement as I tilted my head up to smile up at him.
"Bella, I-"
"Should we-"
Our voices both collided with each other's as we spoke.
"You go first." I whispered, feeling the butterflies in my stomach begin to flutter.
His lips were so close.
"No m'am. I'm sorry," Jasper smirked. "Ladies always go first."
Always the gentleman.
His arms tightened around my waist again as I stood there, trying to understand what was going on and if I should take things into my own goddamned hands.
"I just wanted to know if we should get started on those boxes," I pointed to one of the smaller stacks near the couch. "You seem to have quite a lot of things."
Jasper smiled down at me, disappointed but still happy. His arms untangled themselves from my body and I felt my face fall as he turned to fiddle with something on his breakfast counter that stuck out in between the kitchen and living room.
I heard a soft click between our silence and soon, the familiar tunes of sorrow filled country droned on through the apartment. I knew the song and easily hummed along as the lyrics began to fill my ears.
"You know this song?" Jasper's face looked stunned.
"Ju know who ja takin' ta?" I chuckled and pointed to myself.
I really laid that one on thick. I practically smacked myself for letting my native tongue slip so profoundly. Jasper's eyes lit up in surprise as he stood against the counter in shock.
"What in the hell is that kinda accent?" Jasper chuckled.
I felt my scalp prickle as my face burned a shade of crimson. I shifted my bag on my shoulder and swayed from foot to foot.
"I tald ju ma accent's bawd." it felt incredible to finally let myself talk the way I had my whole life.
It felt like finally letting out a cough after holding one in for a long time. I cherished the feeling and promised myself to go back so he could understand me better. The only thing was, was that Jasper didn't look one bit confused. He just looked stunned.
That made me confused.
"Naw," Jasper shook his head. "It ain't bad, Bella. It's just thick." he said with a warm smile. He looked sincere as he spoke.
"I'm sorry," I cleared my throat and grimaced at the sensation of my forced voice. "I shouldn't have let it slip." I shook my head.
"You're from Louisiana, right?" Jasper walked towards me slowly.
"Yeah," I sighed in frustration.
"What are ya?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like," Jasper gave me an apologetic smile. "What's your…ethnic background?" he sounded unsure of his words.
I gave him a small smile.
"My Grandmother is French," I smiled at the thought of my Nana telling old stories of her life back in Angers, France. It was more of a country town when she lived there, but since she came to the states it had turned into a rather large city. Almost as big as Paris. "She raised me so I got the accent from her. Hers is thicker than mine."
I nodded, knowing it was true. You could hardly ever understand Nana when she spoke if you were a Yakker.
"You're Cajun, then?" Jasper's voice was incredulous.
"Yeah," my entire body was probably red by now.
I stared down at my shoes, forcing myself not to look at Jasper's probably baffled face. The silence was killing me.
"They have the best food," Jasper groaned so loudly it made me giggle.
"You don't think it's weird?" I said so low I didn't think he would hear.
"Why would it be weird?"
"I don't know. People just always do," I shrugged with a frown. "When people hear me talk in my regular voice they think I like came from Mars or something. Back home it's normal but anywhere else it's just…not known, I guess."
"Bella," Jasper's voice was reassuring as I looked up to see a beautiful smile on his face. "Most people think I'm just some hick from Texas. That all I do is spit into a pot, chew on hay and wear ten gallon hats," he laughed as if it were the most hilarious thing in the world.
I had to admit it was pretty ridiculous. Jasper could pass for a New Yorker any day. He fit in better than I ever would.
"Just because people think certain things doesn't make them right…or smart." Jasper chuckled as he closed the distance between us and crushed me against his chest.
"I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to just be yourself. Forcin' yourself to be somethin' you ain't is way too hard. It takes too much energy." he pressed his cheek against the top of my head as I settled my cheek against his chest, listening to his heart beat.
"You won't understand me." I scoffed.
"Just be you, Bella."
Just be me.
Embrace who I am.
I've heard it all before.
This time it didn't sound so cliché. It was Jasper. He liked me exactly for me and everything that I was going to be now.
…
22 boxes.
That was the exact number of boxes that Jasper had brought full of crap.
And I do mean crap.
The first few boxes we had opened after our whole little speech over allowing myself to open up, were full of books, kitchen stuff, clothes and food. I understood that. That was probably about ten boxes just for those few things.
The next few boxes were filled with sheets, pillows, posters, toiletries….things that he would also need. While he set his shower up I helped stuffing his clothes away. He didn't seem too particular about where all his stuff was put so I just told him I'd organize his stuff like mine was. Jeans in drawers, shirts and jackets in closet.
I left the underwear to him.
We sorted through the kitchen stuff together, where I let my accent come out little by little.
"Propa speekin' in da bayous ain't very common down der."
"At all?"
"Well der's some," I nodded as we wiped down some of the mugs Jasper had brought with silly little sayings on them like "Everything's BIGGER in TEXAS!" and "Don't Mess With Texas!".
My favorite was "All my exes live in Texas…and one of them bought me this mug!". It was strange that his ex would buy him a mug, but I thought it was adorable.
"The uppa class citizens of places like New Orleans. Dey usually have betta accents. Not as harsh." I sighed.
In reality, the poorer you got, the thicker the accents. I didn't understand how it worked but that's just usually how it was. I shook my head at how every time I would go to Mardis Gras with my friends in high school and people from New Orleans would still stare at me strange for my accent.
"I guess it's the same for Dallas," he nodded and popped the cork off the bottle with his thumb. Another indication of how cheap the wine was. "The deeper you go in, the deeper the accent."
"Ja accent ain't much on da thin side." I snorted as Jasper handed me a mug.
His face fell, but plastered a smile on his face quickly. It happened so fast I may not have noticed it at all if I weren't paying attention. But I was.
We walked over to the still bare living room area and sat down on the thick, brown carpet, Indian style.
"It is for the people of Dallas." he shrugged and took a gulp of the foul smelling wine he probably did buy from a drug store. "Most people who live in Texas don't really believe I'm from there, sometimes."
"Ha!" I laughed loudly and set the mug of wine I refused to drink on the floor to lean back on my elbows. "People back in Louisiana wouldn' doubt I'm from da boyous." I shook my head.
"What do you mean?"
"It's obvious to mos' people." I pointed to my mouth.
"I hardly even notice." Jasper's voice was serious as his gaze locked onto mine.
He wasn't lying. Everything about this man scream genuine and he wasn't making me doubt any time soon.
I cleared my throat when I felt a rush of heat cover my face. I grabbed for the mug full of cheap wine and took a deep swig before looking down at the porcelain mug in my lap and listened to a familiar tune playing softly in the background.
"I used to love this song…" the words had just bubbled up to my lips involuntarily as I began to hum to the words under my breath.
"Used to?" I heard Jasper sit up like I was.
I chuckled and looked up to see his beautiful teeth beaming back at me.
"I still love this song." I listened to the words.
"In that case," Jasper rose up to stand quickly. He held out a hand with a gentle smile. "May I have this dance?"
I sat there for a good ten seconds, just gaping up at him, mouth wide open and gripping the mug in my hands.
"S-sure," I cleared my throat and slid my hand into his after setting the mug back on the floor.
Jasper easily pulled me up, flush against him. One hand went down to my waist, while the other held mine in his.
His hands were much larger than mine but not excessively so. They were warm and soft but I could still feel scars and calluses beneath my own. His hand fit mine like a piece of a missing puzzle.
She's a yellow pair of running shoes, a holey pair of jeans. She looks great in cheap sunglasses, she looks great in anything. She's I want a piece of chocolate, take me to a movie. She's I can't find a thing to wear, now and then she's moody,
Jasper made us sway gently to the slow rhythm of the song as his eyes roamed my face. I could feel out feet moving easily together. I was stunned at how graceful I felt dancing with Jasper, here in the middle of his practically empty living room with mugs filled with cheap wine littering the floor.
With Jasper I felt everything I knew I wasn't. Under his gaze I felt beautiful. Right there and then, in his living room, I felt graceful; even though I couldn't dance without breaking something in my body. In his arms…I felt home.
She's a Saturn with a sunroof with her brown hair a-blowin. She's a soft place to land and a good feeling knowing. She's a warm conversation that I wouldn't miss for nothing. She's a fighter when she's mad and she's a lover when she's loving,
I leaned forward to press my cheek against jasper's chest, completely content with my surroundings. It didn't take long for Jasper to follow. I felt him lean down to press his cheek against my head.
One hand gently grasped me closer against him as we continued to sway, while his hand that had once held mine began to rome through my wavy locks. I had taken my hair out of it's bun while we had been working and instantly thanked myself for doing so.
His hands felt wonderful.
And she's everything I ever wanted, and everything I need. I talk about her, I go on and on and on because she's everything to me,
She's a Saturday out on the town and a church girl on Sunday. She's a cross around her neck and a cuss word 'cause its Monday. She's a bubble bath and candles, baby come and kiss me. She's a one glass of wine and she's feeling kinda tipsy,
Jasper pulled back a little to spin me lightly before pulling me back almost instantly, making me laugh loudly and shake my head. Jasper just stared back down at me, eyes bright with joy as we began to shuffle our feet a bit instead of just swaying.
She's the giver I wish I could be, and the stealer of the covers. She's a picture in my wallet and my unborn children's mother,I just smiled up at Jasper as we continued to move around the much larger living room than my own. I leaned my cheek back against his chest, feeling even better there with his arms wrapped around me than I had in years.
"She's the hand that I'm holding when I'm on my knees and praying. She's the answer to my prayer and she's the song that I'm playing." Jasper's voice rang softly in my ears as he leaned down to sing to me.
The vibrations in his chest mixed with his beautiful voice and heartbeat made me want to fall asleep right there, I was so comfortable, but something inside me told me not to. I looked up at him as he continued to sing the chorus, my eyes wide.
"She's the voice I love to hear someday when I'm ninety. She's that wooden rocking chair I want rocking right beside me. Everyday that passes, I only love her more. Yeah, she's the one…that I'd lay down my own life for," his voice was low and in perfect harmony with the song as he pushed a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
We were both leaning in unconsciously but I didn't mind. I knew I wanted to kiss this man. Badly.
Our faces were only centimeters away as the song began to drift off when I heard it.
My phone blared Rosalie's ring tone loudly throughout the whole apartment, making me jump. Jasper didn't even seem to notice. I pulled out of Jasper's hold reluctantly and sprinted to the kitchen counter where I had left my bag earlier to dig for my phone.
As soon as I had my stupid phone in my hand I fumbled to press the talk button and held it up to my ear.
"H-hello?" I stuttered, looking back to glance at Jasper.
His back was turned to me, picking up the mugs from the floor so I couldn't see his face.
"Wha…? Who the hell is this!" Rosalie's sharp tone snapped form the other end of the phone.
I was confused for a moment, not understanding what she meant but cleared my throat when I realized I hadn't switched back to speaking in my 'normal' accent.
"I-it's me, Rose. Sorry. I had something in my throat." I nodded at myself, thinking my explanation was pretty reasonable.
"Oh," her tone softened. "No, it's okay."
"What's up?" I strained my voice to sound casual as Jasper turned to face me, his expression flat and cold as stone.
He flew past me, shoving the mugs into the sink before fleeing somewhere down the hall where his bedroom was. I figured he was went into his room when I heard a door close in that direction.
I bit my lip and let a deep breath out through my nose. I had completely fucked up.
"Nothing much." her tone didn't match up with her words. "I just got back from the mall and I was wondering if maybe you and your friend maybe wanted to maybe go out and get some grub?"
She was on to me.
"Really?" I faked enthusiasm, but it sounded pretty convincing.
"Totally! I'll drive this time!" Rose was doing a pretty great job hiding her knowing tone so I just went along with it.
"Well, Jess just stepped out like half an hour ago to go meet up with her boyfriend and his parent's here in the city to catch up," I was stunned at how convincing both my tone and lie were. "She was walking me out when I bumped into Jasper and we've been here at his place talking for a while."
"Okay," Rose pretended to buy the lie, even though to anyone else who wasn't Rose, it would have not sounded like a lie at all-if I do say so myself. "Well then ask that bum if he want's to go out and get something to eat because I'm almost there and starving!" she sung the last word happily.
I tried to hold in a gasp when Jasper walked back into the room…with no shirt on.
He was carrying his NYU tee in his hands as he walked over to the sink and turned it on as he began to scrub at it. His face was still hard as he walked past me and didn't even bother to acknowledge my presence.
"What do you feel like?" Rose blabbered through the phone about some awesome place called S'Mac that only sold macaroni and cheese in downtown Manhattan but there were like a million different kinds and blah, blah, blah.
I turned into the kitchen and held the phone slightly away from my ear.
"That sounds great Rose," I said robotically as I stood a few feet behind Jasper. He was scrubbing pretty hard at something on his tee shirt. "We'll be down in ten."
I snapped my phone shut before she could protest and walked up behind Jasper. I looked over his shoulder to see he had gotten a pretty big blob of the cheap red wine on his grey, cotton tee shirt and was scrubbing at it with dish soap. I couldn't help but giggle.
He didn't even flinch at me being so close.
"You know," I cleared my throat so he wouldn't jump at my voice. "You're usually supposed to use-"
I was cut off by a pair of warm lips crashing down onto mine. Water and suds splashed all over the both of us as Jasper's lips attacked mine with a passion I had never felt before.
I couldn't stop myself as my hands lifted up to roam over his perfectly sculpted chest. I ran my finger's over his pecks and down his sides before scraping my nails lightly over his deeply cut six pack, earning a deep and throaty moan from Jasper.
Jasper nipped at my lower lip, begging for entrance and I willingly complied. Jasper tasted sweet; he tasted like cheap wine, honey and brown sugar. I let out an embarrassing moan, only spurring on Jasper even more.
His hands easily slid under my ass and lifted me up onto the low counter and shoved my knees apart so he could stand between them.
I pulled away from his lips for a moment to take a much needed gasp of air, but Jasper just kept going. His lips latched onto my neck and began sending butterfly kisses all down both sides of my neck and then my collar bone.
"Jasper, Rose is-"
He cut my low voice off with his lips again before pulling away to stare at me, hands on my hips and in my hair.
"You changed your voice back," his tone was serious. His eyes looked down at me, sad and I couldn't help but look down. His hands gently forced my head back up to look at him. "Why?"
I let my eyes roam over his bare chest, letting my gaze settle on a large gash on his left peck covered by a dark tattoo. The tattoo was of a very simple, black cross that went straight down in the same direction his scar went.
It looked like someone had taken a swipe at him. My fingers traced lightly over both the tattoo and then the scar.
"How did you get this?" the wound was so deep my fingers practically dipped in and out of his flesh when I traced it back and forth.
"Bella," Jasper's voice scolded lightly, but I could hear the sweetness in his tone as he looked down at me.
"She didn't recognize my voice…" I whispered, feeling my lower lips quiver lightly. I sucked it in between my teeth and cleared the lump in my throat softly.
My best friend of all of two days didn't recognize my voice. So what? It was the disappointment in Jasper's eyes that made the tears want to erupt.
Jasper let out a soft sigh, pulling my lip out gently from between my teeth with his thumb and planted a sweet but short kiss on mine. He pulled back and gave me a half heart smile before pulling me against him.
"Oh Bella," Jasper sighed in exasperation. "Everything about you is so perfect and yet-"
"JASPER HALE OPEN THIS DOOR THIS INSTANT!" Rosalie's shrill voice could have woken the dead and she banged on the door. From the sound of it she was probably kicking it, not knocking.
"Hold your damned horses!" Jasper turned so he woudle\n't scream in my face and helped me down off the counter.
"Pretend to be scrubbing the wine outta my shirt so she won't think we were, um…"
"Just doing what we were just doing?" I giggled and turned to do as he said.
He knew just as well as I did that if Rosalie found out that we were together that she would bug out, so he didn't hesitate to aide me in my web of lies.
"You must be the most beautiful mind reader on the face of this planet, darlin'." Jasper smirked and kissed my forehead lightly.
I giggled and shook my head at how incredibly cute he was.
"JASPER!" Rosalie growled from behind the front door.
"I'm comin'! Jesus woman don't dent that door, 'cuz I ain't payin' for it to be fixed!" he yelled back and gave my waist a gentle squeeze before walking off to open the door for Rosalie.
Rose stomped in seething. Her hands were balled up into tiny fists at her sides as she scowled up at her cousin who simply cocked an eyebrow up at her, daring her to start something. I just patented to scrub. Hard.
"You left me out there in that freezing cold air for twenty minutes!" Rosalie growled.
"Sorry." Jasper shrugged as he closed the door Rose hadn't bothered to.
"What in HELL were you two doing up here that you forgot to come and get me?" Rose turned to me now, letting all her anger vent towards my quiet little area near the sink now.
I lifted Jasper's wet tee shirt slightly out of the sink to show her proof.
"J-Jasper spilt s-s-some-"
"It's none of your damned business, is what happened." Jasper cut me off.
"I called Bella and she said you'd both be down stairs in ten minutes!" Rose screeched, this time directed towards Jasper again.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief that I wasn't her target any longer. Jasper didn't even seem phased under her harsh glare.
"We had an issue," Jasper's tone was flat but calm. "I'm sorry we kept you waiting." he shrugged again and walked towards the kitchen to give me a playful wink once his back was turned to Rosalie.
Rose scowled and stomped behind her cousin until she reached me while Jasper reached into the fridge to grab a beer. I scrunched my nose up at the disgusting smell of it once it was popped open but reverted my attention towards Rose.
"What. Happened?" Rosalie's sharp tone made me jump, causing the water in the sink form the tee shirt to splash both Rosalie and I.
Jasper let out a loud laugh as Rosalie gaped down at her now soaked red blouse she had probably changed into earlier for dinner.
"That's whatcha get for actin' so damned bitchy!" Jasper laughed and took a swig of the foul smelling drink in his hand and handed me a roll of paper towels from on top of the fridge.
"Could you put on a damn shirt!" spat back pathetically, dabbing at the silky material I had probably ruined.
I did the same with my much cheaper white, cotton, v-neck.
Jasper rolled his eyes at his cousin and walked back towards his room to get changed. He reappeared in a pair of dark washed jeans, a black v-neck long-sleeved and a grey wool jacket with large black buttons on it before Rose could start her interrogation on me.
With Rosalie's back still to him, Jasper gave me a gentle smile before sending another wink my way and rolling his eyes at Rose.
"Let's just go to dinner. It's fucking freezing outside and I'm hungry!" Rosalie grumbled and threw the pathetic paper towel down into the nearest trashcan.
"I thought you could tough any cold," Jasper chuckled as he slid his feet into some black cowboy boots that made me want to moan. "Some city slicker you are."
"I can tough the cold!" Rose snapped back. "But it's almost nine o' clock and it dropped down to the negatives when the sun went down." she pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.
"W-what?" I sputtered. "It's almost nine?"
When had jasper and I lost track of time. It hadn't seemed more than a couple of hours we had been here…not almost nine.
"Yeah well can we just go eat already? I'm starving!" Rose huffed loudly as I shrugged into my jacket I had left on the sofa and slung my messenger bag over my shoulder.
"Let's go." Jasper smiled at me as Rose stormed out of the apartment way before us.
As Rosalie grumbled to herself a few yards away, her back still to us, I felt Jasper's hand reach for mine until our fingers were interlocked; warm and fitting each other's perfectly.
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter. A little fluff for the cutest couple ever! Sorry to all those who only like canon pairing but just so you know…I like Edward too! Just not in this story! Haha!
If any of you are wondering, Bella is French Cajun which makes her accent very thick because it's a mixture of a Louisiana accent and a French accent. The way you see it when she is speaking it is how Bella or anyone else would probably hear it. It's also VERY watered down compared to what I've grown up around, so I hope you all can understand it.
My grandfather and mother are Cajun and have very thick accents since they are from the bayous in Louisiana but I was born and raised in south Texas so how they both speak is very realistic. It isn't very far from the truth at all.
If anyone ever needs translation on what Bella might be saying please don't hesitate to ask. I'll add a translation thing on the author's note each time she uses it. In the future there will also be some Cajun/French terms and words you may or may not know or be familiar with so I will also translate those.
Okay…I'll shut up now! Haha!
Thank you all for reading. Next update. A few days or so.
Until next time!
