a/n- Okay, this one has more APOV- I swear. ;)
(P.S- this was NOT meant to be a song fic!)
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APOV
There had to be some logical explanation for this. Maybe I was dreaming, or crazy.
Maybe I was dead. But if so, I must've behaved well enough to go to heaven, because I had either met an angel or even God himself. If God were tall, blonde, and muscular.
I scrolled through my play lists, letting him say when he saw something he liked. Suddenly, I came across Jason Mrazs 'I'm Yours'.
"When." he said. I raised my eyebrows, though my coy smile spread. I pressed 'play', and Jason's extremely sweet notes poured through my earbud.
Well you done done me, and you bet I felt it
I tried to beat you, but you're so hot that I melted
I fell right through the cracks
And now I'm tryin' to get back…
Suddenly, there was another singing voice, but this one made Mraz's voice seem scratchy and hoarse by comparison. I looked over to see Jasper softly singing along with the song, his eyes shut, looking absolutely serene. I sat there, mouth agape, trying to frame a coherent sentence to compliment him. But it was no use…
I was in awe.
The song came to a gentle close, as did the blonde angels singing. No! I wailed internally, sulking like a child. I rested my chin on my hand, smiling as he opened his eyes. The hazel orbs were panicked for a moment before shifting to blatant embarrassment. A light blush spread all the way from his ears, down his high cheeks, to the collar of his t-shirt.
"Di-did I just…?" he stammered, eyes wide. I nodded dreamily. "I'm sorry." he mumbled, looking away as I rose from my seat.
"Please, don't apologize." I said as I tried to pass his impossibly long legs. He started to pull his knees back so I could get into the isle, but suddenly the train lurched, sending me directly into his lap.
I could see my reflection in his clear eyes- my own were wide with shock. He chuckled. That one little chuckle sparked the ultimate game plan. I giggled for a second before leaning in to peck him on the cheek. A spark of electricity ran through me as my lips met his squared jaw. I didn't look at him again as I swung myself into the isle and walked confidently to the door of the car. I hit the 'push' button and tapped my tiny foot as the automatic door opened. Once inside the next car, my confidence broke and my legs shook so hard I had to sit down in the isle.
I composed myself enough to walk after a few minutes and a lot of stares, so I walked shakily to the dining car, ordered a tea, and sat down at one of the booths. My hand still shook as I scrolled through my Ipod to my Fall Out Boy songs. I pressed 'play' and sipped my tea for a moment, half listening to 'Dance Dance'.
She says she's no good
With words but I am worse
Barely stuttered out the joke of a romantic
Or stuck to my tongue…
My heart no longer pounded- my legs no longer shook. I stuffed my Ipod into my pocket and walked cautiously to my seat.
JPOV
She kissed me.
That was my only coherent thought as I sat, frozen in my seat, eyes wide, jaw slack. My mind was a constant wheel of the same nagging thought:
She kissed me she kissed me she kissed me.
My cheek burned where her angelic lips had met it. I heard the slide of the automatic door- I didn't have to look. I already knew who it was. She slid easily past my bulky knees and into her seat, a steaming drink in her tiny hand. She smiled at me as she took a sip, her music blasting. She placed the cup in the drink holder between us, looking at the screen on her Ipod. 'Low Battery' it flashed.
She swore under her breath, making me raise my eyebrows. She rolled her eyes as she plugged the charger into the wall plug, enviously glaring at the screen. She unconsciously reached for the cup between us, but her fingers missed the mark and pushed the scalding drink right into my lap. It seeped through my jeans quickly, singing my thighs.
"Son of a-" I chomped down on my lip to avoid opening the floodgates to all the ungentlemanly words I'd learned in all my 18 years.
She was out of her seat, her eyes wide. "I am so sorry Jasper!" she cried. She took my hand, puling me out of my seat. "Come on."
I didn't bother to argue- I was in too much pain. She led me to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
"Take off your pants." she ordered. My eyes widened- what?! She rolled her eyes the way women often do when they're annoyed with men. "You can leave your underwear on." she said, "But I need to be ale to look at your thighs."
With shaky hands (that could be the result of the pain or my extreme uneasiness) I slowly stripped off my shoes and jeans, hissing at the sting of the fabric rubbing my thighs.
Her eyes widened. I looked down, and my mouth fell open- forming quickly across my thighs were red blisters, aching and throbbing.
"Sit down." she ordered. I quickly took a seat on the toilet seat, which was extremely cold. She ran some water over two paper towels, folded them in half, and settled them across my burning thighs. I sighed with relief at the feeling of the cold water on my heated skin.
"Jasper, I need you to wait here while I get some ice and possibly some aloe vera." I scowled and opened my mouth to object. "Jasper, look at that." she said pointing to my thighs, "That is very likely a third degree burn."
I huffed; women. But I didn't move as she turned and walked out, shutting the door firmly behind her.
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a/n- well, wasn't that cute???? Wonder what's gonna happen… ;)
