Hey everyone! So, to answer a question, it will eventually be all canon pairings, but I'm going to 'fool around' with a Bella and Jasper relationship first. It's not ever going to be a serious 'I love you!' relationship, but they are best friends who care deeply for one another.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Chapter 2: Spill the Dirt
"So… what's on the agenda tonight?" Jasper asked as he sat back on the bed.
I walked slowly over to my dresser and pulled out an old Altoid's can. Jasper sat up straight and smiled smiled.
"Please tell me that you have the purple shit you've been going on and on about," he groaned.
"Of course," I said as I grabbed a lighter off my nightstand and climbed out the window. Jasper climbed out behind me and joined me as I lay back against the slanted shingles. I held out a tightly rolled joint and flicked the lighter for him. He nodded in thanks and sucked hard for several seconds before waving my hand back. He used the bottom of the window sill to knock off the ash then handed it to me.
"Damn," he said as smoke flowed out of his mouth, "You're right. You can't find that in Forks."
I handed it back to him, stifling a cough. When I was alright he was handing it to me again.
"So, Isabella," he started, "When did you learn how to roll? Last time I saw you do it we went through a whole pack of papers and still ended up using a can."
I let the smoke seep from my lungs before I answered. "Well, I didn't actually roll these myself. I can't take the credit. Jake did it for me."
"That punk-ass kid?" Jasper asked, appalled.
I rolled my eyes at him. "He's only a year younger than us, Jazz. And yes. He rolled them for me. He's also the one I've been buying from."
"So he deals now? I wish that creep would leave you alone. He's head over heels for you, Isabella," Jasper pointed out like it was a bad thing.
"Yeah, and you're smoking his weed, Jazzy," I motioned to the joint in his hand.
He looked down at it for a moment then shrugged. "I don't care," he said, "I still have half a mind to kick his ass while I'm here."
"He's not done anything that I haven't let him do," I said defensively.
Jasper turned a scrutinizing eye on me as he put out the joint and climbed back in through the window. "What does that mean?" he asked.
I put my stash back in the back of my dresser then glanced down at the floor and off to my desk like I was looking for something. "Come here," he said.
When I stayed where I was Jasper took my hand and tugged me to the bed. He pulled me down on top of him, our chests pressed together as he kept my hand securely in his.
"We're best friends. Tell me," he asked.
"We…" I took a deep breath and just let it all out, "We fooled around some."
He lifted my chin so that he could look into my eyes, "Did you…?" he trailed off and I was quick to answer.
"No. Not that. I've only done that with you," I said quietly.
He visibly relaxed and I let my head lay on his chest. He rubbed small circles on my lower back.
"So are you and him a thing?" Jasper asked after a while.
I let out a little laugh, "No, not really. He doesn't take me out to dinner or anything. He just provides my vice and some entertainment when I'm bored."
"So if I was to kiss you…" he trailed off again as he lifted my face to his. I closed my eyes.
"He knows I'm all yours," I whispered right before his lips touched mine.
We took our time that night, touching and rediscovering each other. It had been almost a year since we last saw each other, not that we didn't like to fool around on the webcam occasionally.
The next morning we woke up still tangled in each other's arms. Jasper was always an earlier riser than me and his twisting and turning brought me out of my dreams.
"Morning, Jazz," I said, sleep still clouding my thoughts.
"Jesus. I don't miss that part," he said, trying to roll me off of him.
I sat up and clutched the sheet to my chest. "What are you talking about?" I asked, eyes narrowed at him.
"The sleep talking, Bella! It's like you have your own all night radio show going!" he ranted.
I huffed and folded my arms, keeping the sheet in position. "There's always a guest room, you know," I said.
Jasper pulled me down in his arms and kissed the top of my head. "The pros far outweigh the cons, Isabella," he said as his hand snaked down to cup my ass.
Over our gentleness of the night before was gone as I settled both of my legs on either side of his hips. I was grinding against his morning wood, letting him see how much I wanted him. I let the sheet fall finally as his hands found my breasts and began to palm and pinch them. I moaned as I slipped him inside of me and rode him until every nerve in my body exploded as he spilled deep within me.
When we were done I hopped up to take a shower in my bathroom while he went to the one in the hall. I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair when the door opened and his head appeared.
"Phil is making pancakes!" his voice high in excitement.
I laughed and told him that I'd be down in a minute, to go on without me.
I finished up and got out of the shower. I stood in front of my mirror for some time trying to decide what to wear. Normally I'd just throw on the first thing that I saw, but with Jasper here I found myself actually trying to look decent.
One look outside told me that it was sweltering hot so I settled for a pair of cutoff shorts and a blue tank top. I let my hair fall around my shoulders but slipped a band around my wrist for later. I dug through my closet and found my old pair of purple Chuck Taylor's that I loved then headed down to breakfast.
"Phil, these are amazing. Can you believe that Carlisle found another woman who can't cook? You'd think after my mom, bless her, and growing up with Renee he would know what to look out for" Jasper was saying. "I mean, how can she have three kids and not be able to cook? And her daughter!" Jasper rolled his eyes, "The other day she asked me how to make instant mac and cheese!"
"Wow. That sounds…" I started to say, making my presence known.
"Terrible. How does a kid grow up and not know how to make some damn mac and cheese?" Jasper asked.
"Language," Carlisle said halfheartedly, holding his head in his hand.
"Sir," Jasper replied before continuing, "Anyways, try these pancakes. Phil put fu… freaking strawberries in them."
"Yeah Jazz," I replied, "I live here. I've had them before," I laughed. "Where's Renee?" I asked.
Phil stifled a laugh. "She's upstairs. Apparently her and Carlisle here got into the wine last night."
"Ah," I said, "Say no more."
I went to the cabinet and got a glass down then filled it with water. I grabbed a bottle of Advil on my way up the stairs.
I knocked softly on the door and opened it a crack when I didn't get a reply.
"Mom?" I asked the room.
"Bella?" came a muffled voice from under the cover.
I walked over and threw back the sheet enough to see her face. "I have water and pills," I said, holding up the bottle.
"I love you, you know that?" she asked as she set up.
"I know. You and Carlisle always do this on the first night. He couldn't even properly reprimand Jazz for cursing at the breakfast table," I smiled.
Renee hummed, "Food. What's Phil making?" she asked as she tossed two little pills into her mouth and took a gulp of water.
"Our favorite. Strawberry pancakes," I said as Renee's smile widened. "Jasper's down there now flipping out over them."
"That sounds like him," Renee laughed.
"Well, I'm going to go eat," I said, excusing myself.
"Save me a plate," Renee called as she got out of bed.
I yelled that I heard her and went back down stairs.
When I took my seat at the table Carlisle was reading the paper and Jasper was leaning back patting his full stomach. I thanked Phil for the plate and dug in.
"So what are you kids going to do today?" Renee asked as she came down, towel drying her hair.
"Well," I said, "The dollar theater is having a Harry Potter day."
"Yeah, Emma Watson!" Jasper fist pumped the air.
I ignored him and continued, "I thought that we could drift in and out of there, maybe hit up the park?"
"That sounds great," Renee commented.
When we were all finished with breakfast Phil left for baseball practice and I did the morning dishes. Carlisle and Renee left to watch Phil while me and Jasper declined a ride and took off down the street on foot.
We ended up in the park sitting on top of a picnic table.
"So, tell me about these new step-siblings," I ventured.
"Well, Alice and Edward are twins, like me and Rose, but you wouldn't be able to tell it by looking at them. He's about my height but Alice barely clears 5 feet. I keep telling her that I'm going to take her to the county fair this year to see if they'll let her on any of the rides," he said as we laughed together.
"I don't believe that she's that short," I said.
"You'll see. You'll meet them next week when we go to Forks," he grinned.
"So what are they like? Any horrible habits that you can't stand?" I asked, wanting the dirt on the new additions to the family.
"Alice is an early riser. And she believes that if she's up then everyone in the house should be too," Jasper rolled his eyes, "Edward goes into moods where he would rather be by himself. He'll sit in his room and play that blasted keyboard till your ears bleed. Some days that's all you hear from the time he wakes up until he decides to go to sleep."
"Peculiar," I said, "And what about Emmett? Any bad there?"
"He's your run-of-the-mill jock. He plays football for Forks High, that's how Rose met him. It's all sex jokes and pranks with him. He hasn't gotten any of us yet, but he loves to do little things to bug his mom. He moved everything in her office to the left two inches one day, took all the ink tubes out of her pens. Things like that. He went to the store before we left and spent a ton on buying goldfish. He told us that he was going to go home and put them in all of her glasses in the cabinet. I really hope she caught him before he got that one done. I don't want to drink out of fishy cups," he said.
"Wow," I laughed, "he sounds like a character."
"Eh, he's harmless. A big teddy bear if you ask me. Rose adores him," Jasper thought about that for a second, "Well, Rose puts up with him. You know her, all 'no nonsense.' He put a dab of black in her red nail polish and she went ballistic on him. I don't think he'll pull a prank on her again."
"It sounds like things just got a lot more interesting at your house," I said, grabbing his hand in mine.
"You have no idea," he smiled.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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