A/N:
I don't own Twilight. If I did, there would have been no fade to black. The honeymoon would have been nice and lemony. I'm talking multiple lemony here, people. Well, who am I kidding? The whole book would pretty much be sparkly vamp porn. Ohhhh yeah, baby!
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One time. She's called one fucking time. Two weeks and she's only called me once from a blocked number. The conversation was hurried and she was whispering as if she were hiding from someone. Or it could be she was ashamed of me. Either one of those scenarios don't sit right with me at all. Not one fucking bit. If she was hiding, did that mean she had a boyfriend? Is she married? Engaged? And if she was ashamed, well, that just fucking blows. Hard.
I've been stewing in my anger and annoyance, lashing out at every-fucking-body. Especially E and Em. I wanna feel bad about it, but I'm so pissed off, it makes me feel better to piss someone else off. Yeah, that's real dickheadish of me. But... oh fucking well. The woman that I foolishly fell head over heels for is either married or doesn't want anyone knowing she's semi-dating some nobody geek from nowhere. Are we even dating? Does flirting and butterflies followed by one phone call constitute as dating. Hell no. I'm such a fucking tool. A dumb ass, pathetic, Scooby Doo-pajama-wearing tool. I'll bet those stupid pants were what ruined my chances. I'll burn those fucking pants to a crisp if they ruined my chance with Alice.
Just my luck, the one woman on this planet that I want beyond all reason, wants nothing to do with me. What the fuck did I do in a past life to deserve this shit? Was I a fucking murderous vampire or something? Hell, knowing my luck, I'd be a fucking sparkly vampire with really stupid hair, forced to drink deer blood for all eternity.
I mean, really. What the fuck? The spark was there, I know I wasn't the only one who felt it! That shit was crackling in the air like Rice Krispies and Pop Rocks. Why the hell won't she call? I know she's busy, but damn.
"JASPER! PACKAGE FOR YOU!"
Emmett's loud ass. I can hear him clear across the other side of the house with all of the doors closed. Package, huh? I wonder if it's brownies from Mom. I swear her brownies can cure any ailment or disease. Got a cold? Eat Mom's brownies. Have dandruff? Eat Mom's brownies. Got hit by a car? Eat Mom's brownies. Had a one night stand with a stripper named Klitoria Teabags and you now have herpes? Eat Mom's brownies.
That greedy fucker better not be eating my brownies!
I run from my room and dash to the kitchen to find Emmett stuffing his stupid face.
"You'd better not be eating my fucking brownies, you pricky dickmuncher!"
He stops chewing mid-bite. "Or what?" he asks, mouth stuffed, food particles flying around him in a fine mist, landing everywhere within a three-foot radius. Nasty fucker.
"Or I'll kick a mudhole in your ass and then stomp it dry."
"Gee, Assper, I'd be really fucking scared right about now... if your pants weren't tighter than my girlfriend's!!"
"Fuck you, Bitchmett! Give me my fucking brownies!"
"I don't have any goddamn brownies, Fagsper! Look at your faggety ass box. It doesn't even have a return address. Your mom always puts her address on the packages she sends. Duh!"
I roughly snatch my box off of the kitchen table and cradle it against my chest. "Shut up, Dumbett. What the hell are you eating for, anyway? You just ate a full meal forty-five minutes ago, you damn greedy bastard."
"I was having a hunger attack!"
I roll my eyes and stalk back to my bedroom, still pissed at Emmett for almost eating my imaginary brownies.
"Hey Jas, come look at this new Ali video! She's so damn hot!"
I can see the TV from the corner of my eye, but I turn my head in the other direction, not at all interested in Ali and her supposed hotness. No one can compare to Alice. Not even the shallow, sex-kitten, pop tart Ali.
"Naw, Edward, I'll pass."
Before closing my bedroom door, I hear him complain, "Man, you never wanna watch her videos! You don't know what you're missing out on—"
My door closes with a resounding click, muffling the sounds of his whining.
I turn on my CD player and flop down on my bed, listening to One Republic before turning my attention back to the box.
I wonder who it's from. Maybe Mom was in a hurry and forgot to write her address down. Maybe it's some crazy person, sending me anthrax. Maybe it's porn. That would be awesome. Well, no it wouldn't. None of those floppy-holed man-cream receptacles can compare to my Alice. My Alice? Slap yo-self, fool! She doesn't want you!
Stupid internal dialogue. Fuck you!
I gently shake the box and put my ear to it. Hmmm... something solid. So I guess anthrax is out of the question. I grab my house key and use the tip to cut through the tape. I open the box and am instantly pissed off.
She sent my fucking phone. No phone calls, no contact whatsoever and she sends me my phone?!
One phone call and no word from her for two weeks and she just sends my damn phone back? That's so... cold and impersonal. Does she want nothing to do with me? What the fuck?! I pick up the box and throw it across the room, a piece of paper fluttering to the ground.
Great. What is this? An "I hate your pathetic guts, don't try to contact me again, dickweed" letter?
I unfold the paper and am assaulted by her glorious scent. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, embedding the smell into my lungs, committing it to memory. I take a deep breath before opening my eyes and reading the note.
Dear Sensei,
I hope you don't take my sending your phone back the wrong way. This was the only way I could think of to get in contact with you. Talking on the phone just isn't a good idea in my line of work. Please try to understand and know that I would talk to you every day if I could.
It's been so hard for me, not being able to talk to you when you're honestly all I think about. I'll be back in Seattle on April third. I would love to see you again, Jasper. Can you please meet at 2 PM? Pete's Diner on 811 Stewart St? I understand if you don't show up. I'll wait for you, Jasper. For as long as I can.
XOXOXO
Alice
Oh, dear Qun! She wants to talk to me? She misses me? I'm all she thinks about? She wants to meet me? She'll wait for me? My brain is overloading. I can't believe it!
Does not compute.
I throw myself back on my bed and stare at the ceiling, letting Alice's words absorb and soothe my frayed nerves. She wants to see me. I'm all she thinks about. I lift the letter to my eyes and read it again, admiring her loopy, feminine handwriting. So cute. I swear I've never even thought of using the word "cute" until I met Alice. I feel like a douche thinking about such a girly ass word, but cute suits so many things about her.
Alice wants me to meet her.
Oh shit! I shoot up off of my bed and look at my calendar to find today's date. No, no, please, fuck, no!
Today is April third. She wants to meet today!
I look at the clock and curse its existence. Two fucking forty-five!
I grab my keys and run for the front door while hopping around, stumbling, trying to get my shoes on.
"Oh my fucking GOD! Jas! Dude! Holy fuck! You have to see these pictures of—"
"No fucking time, Emmett! I gotta go!"
"But dude, they're pictures of Ali and y—"
I slam the door and run to my car, putting it in drive before the damn thing is even turned on. By the time I'm on the road, I'm already hitting 100 mph. I press my foot harder on the gas, willing it to go faster. My knuckles are white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, and my teeth are grinding away. I can't ease the tension in my body. She's gonna leave. I have no other way to get in contact with her. She'll think I don't forgive her, that I don't want her. Please wait, Alice. Please don't leave. I'm coming.
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A/N:
Qun - The Klingon word for God.
Sorry for the shortness of this chapter, but I felt it needed to cut off there.
About two more chapters to go, people! I'm thinking of maybe lengthening the story, but... I don't know...
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