Rain realisation

~ Four reviews? Boo. I joke that's good considering it was the first chapter. After writing the first chapter, I realised just how difficult it is writing in Jasper's point of view, so I'm going to alternate between point of view's so this chapter will be from Bella's perspective.

Songs; ~ I Am Not A Robot by Marina & The Diamonds
~ The Middle by Jimmy Eat World
~ Blame It On The Pop by DJ Earworm ( A big mash up of the biggest songs of 2009)
~ And finally, 19-2000 by Gorillaz

Disclaimer: I would have never of thought of the idea for Twilight, nor will never ever own Twilight; it belongs to Stephenie Meyer and no one else. I do however enjoy playing with the characters. :)

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Recap of last chapter;

She grabbed my hand, spun me round and jumped on my back. She threw her head back and laughed, whilst I nearly melted at the sensation of her breast, nipples and warmth on my back. By now I knew I was well and truly fucked.

Bella's POV

As I turned, rather ungracefully, in the middle of Jasper's lush green backyard, I stared at the cloud filled sky above me. I've always loved rain. It took the sting out of the memories from Arizona, where my mom had died horribly from aggressive breast cancer. I was with her through every step of the way, from when she started her first round of chemotherapy, to when she died peacefully in her own bed thanks to the help of Doctor Cilmi. Having the rain cushion my mind and body, helped me forget the burning heat of the day Renée died. I've lived in Forks all my life, but when my mom was diagnosed with cancer I flew out and spent my summer break helping her through the days as well as comforting my step dad, Phil. Rain also masked tears.

But all of that was behind me now, and I know Renée wouldn't have wanted me to spend my finally year at high school depressed and crying, she wanted me to find love, have a summer romance before I left for college and the life waiting for me in the future. So here I was dancing in the rain making wishes on each raindrop, wishes for the future. I closed my eyes for no longer than a minute and realised just how much of a dork I must have looked. I snapped my eyes open and looked straight at Jasper.

Ah Jasper. What a wonderful subject. We met when we were both just six years old and he moved to Forks from Tennessee. Even then he had an adorable little southern accent. What really made us friends was when I tripped over a small structure of building blocks in kindergarten. And of course like any six year old, I bawled my eyes out. That is until a blonde haired, icy blue eyed boy with a big gap in his two front teeth looked at me and cocked his head to the side. Unusually, instead of having a tantrum because I destroyed his "masterpiece", as he now calls it, Jasper just furrowed his little brow and thrust a little blue ducky toy at me. Well hell, that shut me up! And as I sniffled and wiped my eyes he said,
"Hi ... I'm Jasper!" And he sprang to his feet as he helped me off the floor, placing the duck in my hands.
"Um ..." I sniffled a little more, thoroughly embarrassed and probably beetroot red. "I'm Bella."
"You should watch were you're going or else you're gonna break your arm or worse, someone else's toys!" He looked at me in mock horror. I gasped, getting even more upset. "Hey now I'm not cross or anything just don't want y'all to get hurt! See," he said pointing to the duck in my hands, "Now that blue bill is around you'll be safe." And he grinned showing me just how big that gap in his teeth was and just as he said that last word a little whistle came out. I giggled. And from that moment we've been inseparable, apart from of course last summer when I went to Arizona.

When I got back I noticed that Jasper had changed a lot. He had grown to a staggering six foot five and his shoulders had gotten pretty broad. His jaw line had become more defined and masculine and he even had slight stubble. His hair had gotten longer and more unruly and a little darker too, he had also gotten his brace revealing perfectly straight white teeth. But his icy pale blue eyes had stayed the same, making him look older than he really was. If I'm honest, Jasper was kind of beautiful.

Now I stared at my best friend, looking him straight in the eye, he stared back at me. It may be very unladylike for me to say this but, what a douche! Seriously it looks like someone has hypnotized him or smacked him in the face with a shovel.
"I wouldn't look like that much of a freak if you joined me!" I grinned at him.
"Um ... yeah sorry I was daydreaming." He spoke in his deep southern drawl, blushing and looking at his feet.
"Uh huh, well now that you've finished, come play with me!" I ran up to him grabbed his hand, spun him round and jumped as high as I could onto his muscular back. I thought he was about to drop me because his knees buckled slightly, strange. But he recovered quickly and grabbed my legs and began to run around his backyard. We stayed out in the pouring rain until I was freezing and we were both thoroughly soaked from head to toe.

"Fuck this. JAZZ TO THE KITCHEN OF WARMTH AND POP TARTS! STEAD AWAY!" I said pointing to the sky and throwing my head back laughing as Jazz ran into his kitchen.
"Oi Bells don't y'all be getting water and mud all over the floors!" He said throwing me a stern look.
"Kay Jazz, I'm going to use you shower then," I smiled proudly at him, sticking my tongue out.
"Fine, but don't use my shower head for masturbation! I know you girls love that crazy shit!" He laughed.
"Har de fucking har. I'll try to resist this time, but I can't promise anything." I rolled my eyes at him and headed for his bathroom. I t was really relaxing and modern in his bathroom. He had white tiles and black towels to go with black mats. I stripped my muddy, wet clothes off and put them in the plastic bag I had brought up from the kitchen. I stepped into the shower and set the shower away. As I waited for the water to heat up I stood under the cold spray of water, meaning that when the warmth does eventually come, I can bask in it with more indulgence. I washed my hair in Jasper's apple scented shampoo and conditioner and used his "Paco Rabanne" body wash (I swear that boy is either gay or very feminine). I loved smelling like Jasper it was comforting. I stayed under the steamy waterfall coming from the showerhead for much longer than necessary.

When I stepped out of the shower block, I realised that I had left my "Jim jam's" in Jazz's room. I wrapped a big fluffy jet black towel around my middle and walked to his bedroom, humming softly. When I walked into his room he was sitting on his bed, flipping through an old photo album. The page he had stopped had pictures of last year's prom, where he had been my "date". We only went so we could laugh at Mike get rejected by every girl he asked to dance. He was stroking the picture of me and him at the entrance surrounded by those cheap lights that were shaped like flowers. They were supposed to make the door look classy, but instead made it look like the entrance to a slightly pricier brothel.

He was smiling and it reached his eyes. I guess he had used his mom's bathroom, because he was clean, changed and had already taken out his contacts, replacing them with big thick black framed geek glasses. I don't think he heard me enter.
"What's the hubbub, bub?" I said grinning at him and picking up my bag full of crap.
"Ah!" He jumped a little and then went all wide eyed and blushed.
"Jazz what is with you? You're acting like I've just burst in here and slapped you in the face!" I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Nothing, I'm fine just go change, I've already ordered the pizza, plain cheese with a side of fries?"
"You know how I like!" I said ruffling his hair and winking as I left his room. I went back to the bathroom, brushed out my hair throwing it up in a messy bun, and slipped on my old sweat pants and a black vest. No doubt I'll get cold so I'll probably just steal one of Jasper's many hoodies.

Just as I got out of the bathroom, the doorbell rang.
"PIZZA'S HERE!" I shouted as I ran down the stairs and opened the front door. "Hey Tyler, how much is it now?" I said grinning to him. Tyler was in my calculus class.
"Well Bella I think it's about sixteen dollars." He said smiling. Jasper had just gotten down the stairs and handed Tyler the money.
"I got to go; pizzas these days don't deliver themselves. See you round!" He said as he ran off back to the shelter of his car, way from the pouring rain.
"He's a nice kid." I said smiling at jasper and putting my hands on my hips.
"Kid? Bella he's our age and he's older than you by a month!"
"Yeah but I'm more mature meaning I'm older!" I said rather smugly and stuck my tongue out at him.
"Sure real mature." He crossed his eyes at me and ran upstairs with the pizza.
"Hey don't you dare start eating or watching 'Lost Boys' without me, or else I'll kick your green giant ass!" I shouted after him trying not to trip and face plant each step. I burst into his room to find him sitting on the floor stuffing two slices of pizza into his mouth. He had cheese all over his face. I dived on him sending a piece that he had in his hand onto the T.V screen, making a splat and then slipping onto the floorboards.
"That's your piece," I said wiping off the screen and pressing play on the DVD.

One of the big things me and Jasper had in common, was that we both loved 80's films. Our favourite part was of course when Sam left Nanook outside and he ran to go get her and they very nearly got captured by the vampires. I still gasp every time they get away just in time. Of course our second favourite bit is when one of the vampires gets pushed into the bath of holy water and garlic by Edgar and Alan Frog because everybody loves it when a bad vamp gets killed.

After 'Lost Boys' we watched 'Karate Kid' and finally 'Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure' all classic films. By the end of the night I was struggling to keep my eyes open, so I crawled into Jasper's bed.
"Unless you want to be the big spoon, I suggest you let me get behind you squirt." He said laughing and climbing behind me.
"Oh how kinky Jasper!" I said laughing and elbowing him in the ribs.
"Um... eurgh... You know I didn't mean it like that you pervert!" He snaked his arms round my waist and lowered himself down, so his chin could rest on my shoulder.
"I know, I know. So Jazz when is your mom getting back?"
"She's not. She's decided spending the night at her new boyfriend's house is more important." I could hear the grimace and scowl in his voice.
"Ah well she doesn't know what she is missing eh? We had pizza and 'Lost Boys' and now we have spooning it's been an awesome night Jazz. Anyways let's get some sleep; we've got to be up early in the morning if we plan on going to Port Angeles, remind me I want a new copy of 'Wuthering Heights'."
"Yeah okay. Remind me I need to pick up a new photo album."
"And why is that, dear Jasper?"
"Because I want to make a photo album to commemorate our senior year, before we all go off to different colleges and start our lives." He sounded a little weepy.
"Aw don't worry chuck, you'll always have your best friend no matter what, I'll only be a phone call away, heck if we go to the same college I might only be down the hall from you." I smiled at the thought.
"That is true Bells. I'm gonna miss you a lot though if we're separated. And I don't feel comfortable with the idea of you all alone in the big bad world without you Jazz by your side." I could feel him pout like a little child next to me.
"Don't worry, I'll get a can of pepper spray off of Charlie and if I use it I'll think of you Jazz." I said laughing and cuddling into his chest.
"How sweet Bells. It brings a tear to my eye!" He fake sniffled
"Yeah, yeah now go to sleep!"
"Okay. G'night Bells, sleep tight but don't worry I'll make sure the bed bugs don't bite." He smiled into my shoulder.
"Thanks Jazz, night. Love You." I closed my eyes.
"I love you too Bells." This was our Friday night ritual.

Wait did he just say "I love you"?

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Oh! How sweet :')

Well there was the second chapter. I think this one was better than the first in my opinion. What will Bella make of Jaspers "I love you"? Will she just leave it? Or will she pester Jasper and find out what the meaning behind it was?

Thanks to everyone who reviewed last time, keep 'em coming! It's good encouragement! I'm trying to get some images of Bella and Jasper from the "Twilight Graphic Novel" because that is how I want them to be portrayed.
Bye for now!

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