Hola! It's me! Hahahaha. umm... yeah, I was going to get this up by Christmas... but time ran out on me... SORRY! But I promise that after finals and all that junk is done with, I will update more. maybe. And since I made you guys wait this long... I think we whould get ON WITH IT.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Twilight. Wanna fight about it?
Seth's POV
I was going crazy. Seven days. Seven days since I had seen this amazing, beautiful girl. Seven days that I had spent driving around the reservation, Port Angeles, and Forks to find her. And I still had nothing. I was driving the pack (well mostly Leah) crazy with my frenzy to find her. Jacob said her name was Jasmine, but that was all I knew. I craved to know more about her. Did she have siblings? Was she athletic? What did she like to do? Did she have a boyfriend?
While I was busy contemplating Facebook stalking and other possibilities, I heard a small pixie-like vampire. With her volume cranked up like there was no tomorrow.
"HEY SETH!" she happily sang. "I heard you had girl problems!"
I sighed and turned around. "Hey Alice," I sighed. "I don't feel like talking about it."
"Well if you don't talk about it, then how is the situation going to get any better, hmmm?" For a vampire, she was pretty annoying. "Anyways, Jacob told Nessie who told Edward, so now you have a house full of vampires waiting to help you! Isn't that GREAT?!" she was practically screaming with excitement by the end of the sentence.
I still wasn't convinced, but there wasn't much more I could do. "Fine, Alice. I'll try doing things your way."
Jasmine's POV
It had been exactly seven days since the party/ bonfire thing. And here I was again, in the studio, painting. That day had given me so many inspirations. One stood out from the rest. There was a tall boy, in the middle of the woods. He was running from something. His face was contorted with pain. But as he was in pain, he was still beautiful. With eyes like a stormy sea, and tan skin that swim suit models would die for, he was easily the most beautiful person I had ever painted. I liked the painting itself, but I felt that something was missing. Something very important.
My feet thumped the ground as I paced, thinking. I really didn't want to go home until this thing was finished. I was working on it all week, and if I didn't finish it today, I knew I would give up.
I slumped on the couch. God hates me. I thought. If only I could get this stupid picture out of my head! I was slightly pissed because I couldn't let this painting go. Ahh… whatever… I might as well take a nap… for inspiration. Or something.
My eyelids drooped and I found myself sinking into a deep sleep.
It was dark. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized that I was in the woods. Confused, I turned around to see if I knew where I was. Seeing a path, I walked towards a clearing. It was beautiful. Wild flowers of all colors grew freely and the trees didn't block the faint moonlight. Then I saw him. The boy from my painting. He was more beautiful than a picture could capture. He stood motionless in the middle of the small clearing. "Why?" I asked. He looked towards me questioningly. "Why are you making me so crazy? Just show me what's missing. What I don't know." He just turned away as if he was going to run. "Please! Don't go away." He seemed to hesitate. Then he turned back towards me. "Will you show me what's missing?" I begged. He shook his head. "I'm sorry," he mouthed. Then he was gone. "NO!" I yelled. And darkness entered.
Seth's POV
I was exhausted. I hadn't slept in two days. After that crazy dream, I don't think that I even wanted to sleep ever again.
I was at the meadow. The place that Bella and Edward had fell in love. The site of their first kiss… Man, I think I'm allergic to flowers or something, because there are totally no tears in my eyes. And then an enchanting voice called out. "Why?" she asked. It was her. Jasmine. What was she doing in my dream? "Why are you making me so crazy?" I hid a small smile. I made her crazy. For me, I hoped. "Shoe me what's missing. What I don't know." Crap. She knows. I instinctively got ready to run. "Please! Don't go away." I hesitated. Come on, I berated myself. This is just a stupid dream. I turned to look at my glorious angel once again, but I was held by her beauty. It mesmerized me. It took a second for me to register what her lips had spoken. "Will you show me what's missing?" I shook my head. I didn't want her to see the monster in me. I mouthed to her one thing. "I'm sorry." Then I woke.
Jasmine's POV
"Jasmine?" I heard. "Crap, Quil. She isn't waking up… JASMINE!"
Okay… Time to wake up before Claire starts to slap me… I opened my eyes. And screamed.
"HOLY CRAP, CLAIRE!" I yelled. Her face was just centimeters from mine, and her eyes were huge with worry.
"Well if you came home on Saturday I wouldn't have been so worried."
Saturday? "Well what day is it today?" I asked.
"Monday. You missed your morning classes," she said.
"Claire… I don't have any Monday morning classes."
She smiled. "Well I missed mine looking for you. And look! Quil came, too!"
Quil waved from the corner. His gigantic frame looked out of place in the tiny studio. He seemed to be studying a picture… my painting…
I heard his deep voice. "Jasmine, did you paint this?"
"Um… yeah..?" I answered, not really knowing what was going on.
Claire skipped over to Quil to look at the painting. "Hey! You know, that looks like Seth! Isn't that funny?"
Well isn't this exciting?! I just realized that I made Claire have a similar personality to Alice. 'Cause everyone needs a friend like Alice.
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And also, if anyone wants me to put in a quote, plot twist, or side story, that would be awesome. And it would also motivate me to write more.
AND (last "and") I will write more after I get... A LAPTOP! (insert screams of joy HERE)
So yeah. The end, and I will see(?) you guys in the next episode of the cheesily titled "Finding You"