Disclaimer: The Twilight characters belong solely to Stephenie Meyer; I'm just taking them out to play.

A/N: I am utterly and completely overwhelmed with the response to my first chapter. I was thinking 2, maybe 3 reviews, but 27?! You guys are amazing. You totally made my week. Thank you ALL for being so awesome. I was going to save this chapter for tomorrow (I'd like to post on a Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday schedule, but please, don't hold me to that. I promise I will try.), but since it's done ... I don't want to keep you all waiting.

Why did I let Jasper talk me into this?

Lost in thought, Edward nearly ran over a small brunette as he made his way into the library. Looking up as he mumbled an apology, he saw the girl sliding into a yellow Porsche, revving its engine at the curb.

Huh. Edward stared as the tiny sports car pulled an illegal u-turn in the middle of traffic, its tires squealing. Well, excuse me, he added sarcastically.

Walking through the sliding glass doors, Edward ran a hand through his messy bronze hair. Seeing that Porsche only added to his numerous stressors. He started to make a mental list of all the things he needed to take care of before the weekend was over: Pay the electric bill, get Jasper's half of the rent, pay the rent, read up for Lit 370, finish writing that Lit 405 paper …

"Dude, seriously. Hello?" Jasper shouted in Edward's face.

Startled, Edward stepped back a few paces and realized that Jasper had been talking to him for the past couple of minutes.

"Earth to Edward?" Jasper laughed. "This date-thing tonight's really got you all messed up, huh?"

Edward tugged at the strap of his messenger bag, which was digging into his shoulder due to the ridiculous amount of work waiting in it. He wasn't really dreading the night's events, but wasn't all that much looking forward to playing wingman, either.

"Nah, Jazz. It's just I have a crapload of work I need to get done this weekend and I was totally planning on starting tonight …" He trailed off, hoping Jasper would let him off the hook.

"Oh, no. You're not getting out of this. If I have to go, so do you. Besides, Bella's awesome. If she wasn't so much like a sister to me, I'd totally go for her." Jasper winked. "Even if you two don't, you know, see sparks, I'm pretty sure you'll find her an interesting conversationalist." He turned his back to Edward and proceeded to lock up the counter's drawers.

"Are you whistling?" Edward was surprised at Jasper's good humor. All week, he'd been complaining about tonight's "event." Now he was happy about it?

Jasper laughed again. "I just have a good feeling about tonight, that's all."

"And why the sudden change of heart?"

"I dunno, man. Just feels right." Jasper smiled and headed off toward the office to gather his things before locking up completely.

Edward sighed. He could already feel the stress of the weekend fading. Jasper's good moods were infectious.

Edward meandered toward the door while Jasper turned off the lights. He found himself thinking about the brunette girl who he'd bumped into earlier and the obviously wealthy boyfriend she was meeting in the Porsche at the curb. He hadn't seen her face, but the smell of her perfume lingered. Strawberries?

Edward lay on the couch, waiting for Jasper to finish up in the apartment's only bathroom. He could hear Jasper's voice over the sound of the water's spray. Damn him, Edward thought. Not only can he play the guitar, but he's got a great voice too. Edward knew that he had nothing to be jealous about when it came to comparing himself with his roommate; Edward could play the piano quite well and always got good grades. It was just that, when it came down to it, Edward was the rubber band that was constantly stretched to its breaking point and Jasper was the rubber ball that bounced wherever it pleased.

Edward couldn't blame his tightly-wound nature on anyone but himself. He knew he was a perfectionist. Sometimes he worried that he might be OCD. He'd talked to his father, a renowned psychologist, more than a few times over these thoughts; Carlisle always reassured him that wanting to excel and needing to wash his hands three times every hour while reciting the alphabet backwards were two very different things.

Edward closed his eyes. Images of the yellow Porsche from earlier flashed across his eyelids. He imagined himself in the driver's seat, racing down I-5, deftly avoiding all the work he had to do before he could graduate. He felt the wind rushing through his hair and turned to smile at the girl sitting in the passenger's seat. Her brown hair swirled around her face, the smell of strawberries wafted toward him.

Jasper slammed opened the bathroom door, rousing Edward from his revelry. OK, seriously? Edward thought to himself. You really need to get a life. You don't even know what the girl looked like and she's already starring in your daydreams … in her boyfriend's Porsche, no less.

Jasper shouted to Edward from his bedroom at the end of the hall. "Dude, bathroom's all yours. Sorry it took me so long, I needed to shave."

Edward got up off the couch and headed toward the shower.

Edward had showered, gotten dressed and was sitting on the couch waiting when Jasper finally emerged from his bedroom, wearing a button-down western-esque shirt, jeans and cowboy boots.

"Lookin' suave, dude." Edward laughed. "What's with the hometown flair?"

"Bella mentioned Alice was into fashion. I was looking at a Cosmo the other day in the back room at work and I read that the western look is in."

"Since when do you, A: Read Cosmo and B: Care about fashion?"

Jasper shrugged and ran a hand through his dirty-blond curls. "It was on the table. And I figured I might as well try to look nice. It'll make Bella happy if I dress to impress."

"Dude, you're not going on a date with Bella." Edward wondered, for the umpteenth time since Jasper had asked him to go on a double date, why he was the one being hooked up with Bella. Jasper always said she was nothing more than a sister to him, but he also hadn't mentioned another girl in months.

Jasper rolled his eyes and walked toward the door, picking up his keys and wallet off the table. He looked back at Edward, "You coming?"

Edward got up from the couch, sighing as he shoved his hands in his pocket. Here goes nothing.

A/N: Man, Jasper love. How'd you enjoy hearing Edward's POV? :) I'm planning on switching it up throughout the story, please let me know if it gets confusing. Reviews are, once again, welcome and appreciated!