Left Behind

Chapter 3

Bella POV

"Obviously. Do you know another Rosalie?" Rosalie, yes, Hale, said. God, I forgot just how much of a bitch she really was. Well. "So what... you need help finding Jasper?" I raised an eyebrow at Jasper. His eyes were wide and horrified. He began to shake his head quickly back and forth.

'Please, please, please,' He mouthed to me, 'DO NOT TELL THEM! I'll explain everything, I promise, just DON'T TELL THEM!' I looked at him, slightly amused.

"Yes, you see... there was a problem at home," Rosalie continued, while Jasper scoffed. "And he ran off, now we can not find him! Not long ago, he had said it might be a good idea to visit you, we, well, I figuried maybe he came there." She finished in a rush.

I laughed out loud and winked at Jasper. I'll keep his secret and let him stay here, as long as he explains what exactly this 'problem' is.

"Well, it surprises me that any of you would even think to come in my home. But anyways... he is not if he shows up... can I reach you at this number?" I asked her.

"Yes! Yes! Please do!"

"Of course." I replied, then snapped the phone shut and muttered, 'bitch', under my breath. Jasper laughed.

"You laughin' at me, Hale?" I asked.

"Whitlock." Was all he said, what the fuck? What's that supposed to mean?

"Pardon me?"

"My last name is Whitlock- not Hale." He was obviously amused. "Ahh." Was all I said- at first. "So you are laughing at me!" I accused him.

He tilted his head back and laughed heartily. It was deep sounding. Mellow. Calming. Like a deep river washing over a path of stones. I rolled my eyes at both, myself and him.

Jasper POV

I have to admit... I like this side of Isabella. She was fun. I could tell that already, after only twenty minutes of being here. I wouldn't mind spending time with her. But would she let me stay...?

And when did she move to Idaho. If Angela hadn't told me, I don't think I would have found her anytime soon.

Her house was absolutly beautiful... but how did she afford it?

Located in peaceful and rural area of Northern Idaho, the house overlooks the awesome lake, and could blend with the forest landscape. It reminded me slightly of the way out house in Forks, Washington was. The interesting part of this lakefront house is the expansive window-wall –measuring 30 by 20 feet- that could be fully opened, so it lets the breeze and wind from the lake and forest to fill in the living area. It was open right now. I loved this house.

The couch we were sitting at was 'L' shaped and broke off at the end to kind of curl in. She was sitting at the top of it, facing me, slightly, while where I was sitting face the fireplace. It was dark out, which explains the need of it (fireplace).

"So... would you care if I stayed here for a while? The view is too great to pass up," I winked at her. I actually meant the lake... but Isabella is nice to look at too.

Not to disappoint, Isabella blushed, then rolled her eyes.

"You can stay- as long as you abide my rules." She said sternly.

"Alrighty then, what's your rules?" I asked.

"No shirts allowed." She replied. I could tell by her emotions, (mischievous, and playful) that she was kidding, but I decided to play it up.

"Great! I don't like this shirt anyways." I crossed my arms over myself to grab the ends of the cotton thing and began to pull it over my head.

"Hold your horses there, cowboy, I was totally kidding!" She gasped, laughing, surprised that I would actually take off my shirt.

"But I want my shirt off." I pretended to pout. She just giggled in response, then stood up.

"Whatcha doin?" I asked, curiously.

"It's eleven o'clock; my bedtime." She smiled, " Help yourself to whatever I have. Up the stairs on the right is my bedroom. No one is allowed in there, unless it's an emergency. Or I said so. On the left is the first guestroom; your room for now. Got it? Oh, and don't destroy anything."

"Got it."

"Oh, and down the hall there," she pointed towards the kitchen," is the pool room, and there," She pointed behind me, "Is my personal library. Most people are not allowed in there, so feel special." With that she made her way to the stairs, then she stopped at the bottom and hesitated...

"Goodnight," She called softly.

"Sweet dreams," I said in reply. After a few moments of silence she headed up to her room and I hear the shower began to run. I followed suit, quickly, remembering that I have not had a shower in a week. When I get out of the shower I plan to head to the library, since I fed before coming here.