Hey everyone! I have been attempting camp NaNoWriMo and I got bored of my other story so I started writing for this fic. Hope it doesn't seem rushed or anything. (Also I may have had a stupid moment and wrote it all in third person before realising that the first chapter was in first person, so I corrected it all I hope...)

Thanks for reading :)

Jasper

I didn't like moving. It felt like whenever we finally got settled, five to ten years flew by, and then it was time to move again. Being a vampire meant being incredibly patient. Five years was nothing.

Moving to England was actually Esme's idea. More than once Carlisle had expressed a desire of returning, but it had never been the right time. Well, that time had come, and after everything he had done for us, we wanted to give something back. That had been a while ago. It was getting to the point where we would soon be going back to America after this last house in a small town in the South. Hopefully living there would not be excruciatingly painful.

The house was not as isolated as I had hoped. It was not attached to any other houses, but it was still quite close to the neighbours, with the gardens being right next to each other. Great. The people next door would be heard all too clearly.

After we arrived at the house, the rest of my family got straight to work, listening to Esme as she explained exactly how she wanted the living room to be arranged and Alice ordering Emmett to stop holding the couch with one hand. In the garage, I picked up a box with "Jasper's stuff" written in black pen on the side and headed upstairs to start unpacking. It would not take long.

At the sound of the doorbell I froze. Humans. I stood near the door of my new room, listening to the conversation going on downstairs. Carlisle answered and apparently it was the new neighbours. A mother and her daughter, though the daughter didn't speak. The mother… Beth, was nervous, though I could hear her trying to be friendly. As for the daughter… Lindsey, she was irritated and sad. She definitely did not want to be there.

The mother was really talkative and after a few minutes I felt slightly guilty for eavesdropping on the conversation, so I tried to block it out, concentrating on unpacking a box of books. Before long, however, I could hear one of them coming up the stairs. The scent was getting stronger causing my throat to burn a little more than usual and the sound of the heartbeat was most unsettling.

I opened the door and saw a young blonde woman walking across the landing on the floor blow. She did not notice me, though she stopped walking for a moment, glancing at the open door of Edward's room. Briefly she leant closer to it. Was she about to go prying? Why was she feeling so miserable?

Before she could get any closer Emmett and Rosalie's door opposite opened, causing her to turn around. A few words were exchanged between them before she slipped into the bathroom.

'Well that was the longest conversation I've ever had.' Emmett joked.

I smiled slightly at that, going down the stairs to get another box from the garage. I had to sort through a few of them trying to find the last few boxes of my things. Some of the boxes might not even get unpacked if humans were going to be visiting us… the idea of humans being around the house often made me a bit uncomfortable. This was supposed to be the one place where we could be ourselves. How would we do that if we had to hide there, too? I was pretty sure Rosalie would not be pleased about this either.

Picking up another box, I went back through to the hallway and was about to head upstairs when suddenly the blonde girl, who had to be Lindsey based on how young she was, was walking towards me.

I opened my mouth, about to say hello, to try and at least be friendly in case we were around each other more often in the future, but she barely glanced at me for a second. She walked straight towards the door and shut it behind her.

I looked at the front door for about a minute, trying to work out what had just happened, but I eventually decided not to dwell on it. She had not stared at me for about ten minutes, dumbfounded, which was kind of a nice alternative. Shaking my head, I ascended the stairs. Perhaps this was going to be one human I could stand to be around to fit in. Maybe…

Lindsey

The day was nothing special. After having lunch, I didn't feel like reading so I watched one of my old favourite TV series whilst eating a tub of ice cream, sitting on my bed surrounded by my fluffy toy rabbits. My mum came in a few times to ask me to tidy my room, which was covered in piles of clothes, but other than that, I was left alone.

At the credits of the finale episode, I stared at the blank screen of my phone for a minute, and then reached for it. No messages. I tossed it aside, regretting even checking.

Frowning, I stood up, leaving the empty ice cream tub on the floor. I took off downstairs and out the back door, greeted by the cool air and darkening sky in the silence of the garden. It was a short walk to the piece of wood hanging from a bit of rope from the tree branch at the end of the stretch of grass, where I sat down, hugging the rope. In my head I told myself over and over that I was okay, I would get through this. But I couldn't do it. It was too hard.

I covered my eyes with one hand, letting out a small sob as I felt tears beneath my fingers. I had to stop doing this, but I didn't know how. I just wanted things like they were before. Was that too much to ask? Drying my eyes, I told myself I was being stupid. Crying was not going to fix anything, but more tears started to run down my face and I let out another sob.

I wiped my eyes again, hastily, pushing my foot against the ground to swing a few feet back and then forward. I had to calm down… I didn't want my mum to see me crying when I had to go back inside.

Taking a few deep breaths, I glanced up at the darkening sky. Brushing my hair out of my face, I shivered a bit. It was starting to get cold, but I had the strangest feeling someone was watching me.

I looked around to see someone standing behind the fence. It was that Cullen guy from next door – the one with the pale skin and dark amber eyes – or for a better description, the tall lanky one with the wavy blonde hair who I didn't know the name of.

I saw two options. Ignore him like before and go back inside, or say hi despite my most likely red, tear stained, face.

However I felt a bit angry. How long had he been standing there watching me like a creepy weirdo? We were looking at each other and he still did not speak. Was he not even going to ask if I was okay? He was just going to stand there and watch?

'What?!' I snapped at him, standing up and taking a step closer to the fence.

He hesitated, looking a bit taken aback as he raised his eyebrows. 'Why are you upset?' he finally asked.

I brushed away a tear slowly sliding down my face and narrowed my eyes at him. 'None of your business.' Angrily, I turned my back and walked back towards the house.

'It's Jasper by the way.' He raised his voice slightly as I walked away.

'Fuck off, Jasper.' I called back at him, not bothering to look his way.

From the glass in the back door, I did look back to see him going back inside his house. I did not look long enough, though, to see his expression. I didn't care that much. He was extremely hot, so what? I wasn't interested in being friends with someone who couldn't see I obviously wanted to be left alone.

Jasper

I felt like an idiot. I had thought that going outside would be a good idea. From the large windows in the back of the house where the kitchen and dining room was, I could see Lindsey striding across to the end of the garden. It was clear she was upset, even without being able to feel her pain and sadness. And I could hear her crying. Maybe that would be my chance to see what was wrong… to see why she was so sad.

What a stupid plan. Instead when I got out there, she was angry. I barely got to give her my name before she cursed at me and went back indoors. So much for being able to stand being around her! She was horrible.

No, she wasn't horrible. She was upset, and probably needed to yell at me to prove that she wasn't weak. Still. I was only trying to be nice, and she couldn't care less.

I glared at nothing in particular, going back inside. So much for trying to make an effort – it just got thrown back in my face.

'Sorry, Jazz.' Alice said to me when I shut the back door behind me. She was sitting on the edge of the kitchen counter.

'I just wanted to try and fit in for once.' I replied, softening my expression and shrugging. 'Next time I won't bother then.'

Alice sighed. 'Oh, Jazz.' She hopped off the counter and hugged me round the waist. 'You'll make friends at school.'

I hugged her back. 'Have you seen it?' I asked, hopefully.

She pulled back. 'Well… no.' she said in a small voice. 'But it's bound to happen, I'm sure…'

'Thanks Alice.' I sighed slightly, looking away.

I was not looking forward to school, even if it was only for two years. Maybe trying to make friends was a lost cause anyway. It wasn't as if I could stand to be around humans much – making friends was just to make us appear more… normal. As if that could happen.

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