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So this will be the last re-posted chapter!

This chapter shows some of Julie's side of this and Jasper's story.

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Julie's POV

QUACK!

I jumped as the ducks surrounded me.

Oh man, I'm in trouble. Now I was starting to think throwing the pebble at that ducky's head wasn't a good idea.

I took a step back from the approaching ducks.

I counted the ducks and found out there were eight of them coming towards me. My eyes widen and I took another step back. These did not seem like nice ducks.

I took one more step back and my foot stepped in the cold water of the lake.

Crap!

The lake was behind me and the ducks were in front of me! There was no way out now.

I'm done for.

One big duck stared me straight in the eyes as he approached me.

I briefly wondered if ducks could eat people before I closed my eyes tightly and waited for the ducks to attack. But a few moments of standing there I heard the flapping of feathery wings and someone saying, "Shoo!"

I cracked one I open and saw the attackers were gone. I relaxed from my tense-get-ready-to-get-beat-up-by-a-gang-of-ducks posture and opened both eyes. I looked up and saw a tall guy looking down at me. He had a nice smile. He had on some jeans and a weird color green T-shirt.

"Did you get rid of the ducks?" I asked hesitantly to the tall blonde man. He chuckled and then nodded his head. And I couldn't help myself. I ran to my savior and hugged his legs since that was what I could reach. He stumbled back a bit from my hug, but laughed and patted my head.

"Thank You! Thank you! Thank you! Those ducks were going to eat me or something! All I was doing was feeding them and then I ran out of cracks so they started to go away! But I didn't want them to go away! So I picked up a teeny, tiny pebble and threw it at one of there heads to get their attention and boy did they get mad!" I said all in a rush. At the ended of my rambling I took in a very large breath.

The man just laughed again and I joined him this time. Then I remember what Mommy told me about strangers and I quickly jumped back. The man looked confused and I started jumping in my place, which was now a foot away from him.

I didn't know what to do for a second. Mommy said not to ever talk to strangers but this guy saved my life. Plus I got this feeling that he was a good guy. So then I came up with the perfect idea. I looked up at him straight in the eyes and stuck out my hand.

"Hello Mister! My name is Julie Marie Cullen. What's yours?" Hello smiled and shook my hand.

"Hello there Julie, My name is Jasper Whitlock. It's nice to meet you."

"Well now we're not strangers, so we can be friends!" I squealed excitedly. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Are your parents here, Sweetheart?" Wait he didn't say he wanted to be my friend back. What was that called? Rejection? I sniffed once.

"Yea, my mommy brought me here." I said sniffing at the end again. My bottom lips formed into a pout and tears started to sting my eyes. He didn't want to be my friend. He noticed the tears in my eyes and quickly kneeled down on one knee so see could sort of be at eye level. He was still taller than me. He put a hand on my shoulder and he looked concerned

"What's the matter Darlin'?" He asked still looking concerned. Oh, like he didn't know!

"You don't want to be my friend?" I said/asked sniffing again. , then he smiled softly at me.

"Of course I want to be your friend. In fact, "he started to stand up. "I'll be your best friend." He had a big friendly smile when he finish. I smiled back just as big. I leaped up toward him with my arms wide open to give him a giant hug. He caught me while laughing and I giggled too. He held me to his side while looking around the park. I don't know why I was so happy with this guy, I just was. I mean, sometimes I could be really hyper at rare times, but I was really a shy quiet person. This Jasper guy seemed to bring out the best of me.

Well shoot.

If he could make me this happy, think about what he could do for Mommy!

Ever since Daddy went to heaven she hasn't been the same. Mommy has always been like my sun. She was my hero, the best Mommy in the world and no one in the world could match up to her. But now she is always sad and has a frown on her face. It makes me want to cry.

I think I know how Mommy feels, though. She's just really hurting right now. I get that feeling too sometimes. It happens when I think about Daddy in heaven. It's like a really bad tummy ache but it happens in my heart. But then I remember what Grammy Esme told me one day.

I was sick and I couldn't get out of my bed, just like Mommy. It was a few weeks since Daddy went to heaven and me and Mommy were both really sick. But when Grandpa Carlisle gave me and Mommy a check up he said we weren't really sick, well not physically. He said we were so emotionally hurt that it was starting to hurt us physically. Grammy seemed so sad and scared for us. When I went back to bed that night she laid down with me. She stroked my hair and told me everything would be alright.

"Julie, baby. "she started, "I know you miss your Daddy. I miss him too. But it's not healthy for you and your Mommy to be like this anymore. Think about what your Daddy seeing you two like this." She held me close when I started to cry at the mention of Daddy. She held me to her chest and patted my back while she continued. "Do you think your Daddy would want to see his two favorite ladies so sad? Hmm?" I continued to cry but manage to shake my head. No, Daddy wouldn't want to see me sad. Daddy once told me, when me or Mommy are hurting, he hurts too. I didn't want Daddy to hurt. Grammy continued talking to me.

"Daddy might seem far away in heaven, but do you want to know a secret…He's really close by." She whispered the last part in my ear. My head shot up and I think I almost hit her in the nose with my head.

"What?! Nuh uh! Where is he?!" I began to stand up but she put a hand on my shoulder. I couldn't help myself though! I was going to see Daddy again!

"Calm down, Honey. He's right over here." She placed a hand over my heart. I looked up at her in confusion. How could Daddy fit in there? He was one of the biggest people I know. "Your Daddy is always going to be with you. He is always going to be in your heart and he's always going to be looking after you and your Mom. He will always love you no matter where he is. Do you understand?" Grammy was sobbing with me by the end. I nodded my head and wrapped my little arms around her neck. She held me for the rest of the night until I fell asleep.

After that night I wasn't sick any more, or at least in that way. People could tell I was getting better. I was smiling more, I was getting more color on me, and there wasn't dark circle under my eyes anymore. Though I couldn't say the same for Mommy. She didn't get worse but just stayed the same basically. She could get out of bed now, and would talk every now and then. But I never saw her really smile, or cry, or show any emotions any more. But I could tell she was hurting and sad inside. Grammy's words brightened up my world and made me see things differently. Instead of being sad when I remembered Daddy, I smiled. I think Mr. Jasper could brighten up Mommy's world, and she wouldn't be sad anymore. What Grammy did for me, Mr. Jasper could do for Mommy!

But I had to get them to meet first somehow.

I looked for Mommy for a bit and saw that I had walked all the way around the lake. She was at the opposite side at the lake! Well at least this way I could tell Mr. Jasper about Mommy while we walked over there. This was actually perfect.

I turned back to Jasper and smiled. He smiled back but looked a tad bit confused.

"Mr. Jasper, I see my Mommy over there. " I said pointing in the direction of where Mommy was. He saw here too and started to put me down.

"Well it was nice meeting you Ms. Cullen, but I think your Mommy would be happy if you went back to her." He started to turn around. Hey! He wasn't supposed to do that.

"No! I-I mean wait! Aren't you going to walk me back there? I mean...uh…I…could get kidnapped or something!" I said quickly thinking on my feet. He looked around the park and then looked back at me with an expression that said, "Really now?" I looked around the park too. There were barely any people in the park. It was bright, sunny, and warm. Even birds were chirping happy tunes.

Oh.

Didn't really seem like a day someone would get kidnapped.

I nodded my head anyways, saying that he should still walk to back. He chuckle and shook his head, but grabbed my hand. We started to walk back and I inwardly wipe my forehead and exhaled. That was a close one. He could've walked out of my life for forever at that very moment.

We continued to make our way back to Mommy hand in hand.

"Mr. Jasper?" I started he interrupted before I could continued though.

"You can just call me Jasper, sweetheart." He stated. Hmm…he's the first grown up to say that to me.

"Okay then…Jasper." I giggled a bit which he thought was very funny. "Do you…ever feel sad?" I asked while I stopped giggling. He looked taken back by my question but responded.

"Well, yes, every now and then I am sad. But I think that you should live life to the fullest, don't spend too much time hanging on one emotion…unless that emotion is called happy. Why do you ask, Sweetheart?" I looked down at my feet.

"Well, My Mommy is always sad all the time, now a days. I don't know how to make her happy. I don't even think I can make her happy." My throat was choking on sobs and a few tears I didn't notice escaped my eyes. Jasper stopped and kneeled in front of me again.

"Hey." He said with a soft, sad smile on his face. He lifted my chin with his hand. "I'm sure it's not your fault your Momma is sad. Do you know why she is so sad?" He asked softly. I nodded my head numbly.

"My Daddy went to heaven when I was four. When he left she got really sad and she doesn't seem like my Mommy anymore. My old Mommy would make me laugh and happy all the time no matter w-what we did. B-But now M-mommy just makes me sad and I don't think I'm a v-very good daughter if I c-c-can't even make my Mommy not sad anym-more." I cried on his shoulder. He patted and rubbed my back while I got his shirt all wet with my tears. He comforting me reminded me of Daddy in a way and that made me cry a little harder for a second.

When I calmed down, I lifted my head and saw a big wet spot on the shoulder of the shirt, where I cried on. He didn't seem to notice it though. I looked at his face and he looked…a bit mad. Why?

"Listen here, Sweetheart. None of that, and I mean none of it, is your fault or makes you bad daughter. It wasn't your fault or your Momma's fault that your Daddy went to heaven. So please don't start blaming yourself, Hun. It's not at all good for your soul." His words made me smile again. He wiped away the tears on my face with his thumbs and gave me a hug, before standing up and taking my hand again. We continue to walk in silence before I started to open my mouth again.

"Jasper?" I called him again. He smiled down at me and replied, "Yes?" I thought about how to say this (how I wanted him to help Mommy) without it being weird. There probably was some better way to ask it but at the moment I couldn't think of one. So I just said it.

"Would you please make my Mommy smile again?" His eyes brows shot up. Either from me being forward about it or the actual request, I wasn't that sure. He opened his mouth to say something when I turned to look forward again.

"Well-"he started to say something but I didn't hear him.

My focus was on Mommy. Why did she look so angry? I couldn't even see her face and I could tell she was angry. Her body looked stiff and tense and she hand fist at her sides.

"Mommy?" I called her. She didn't seem to hear me though as she walked toward to other ladies I didn't know.

I looked up at Jasper but he was looking at Mommy. His eye brows were down and it looked like he was concentrating. I think he was concentrating on what Mommy was thinking, 'cause that was the same thing I was wondering.

He said a low, "Stay here. "and followed after Mommy.

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JPOV

I skipped another rock and watched it skip six times over the water before it sunk into the lake.

I sighed and stuffed my pockets into my hands.

How did things get this way? I thought to myself as I started walking along the edge of the lake.

At one point in time, Jasper Whitlock had it all.

A few years ago I had the perfect girl at my side, my art, and couldn't be happier. I thought I could make a living out of my art. I had a small studio at my place. The first floor was the studio/place where I sold all my art work and the second floor was the house. It all seemed so perfect at the time.

Getting money wasn't too bad. My pieces sold pretty well. Most people bought them because they were abstract, crazy with brilliant colors, and sometimes just plain weird. Maria and I were still going out then. We were high school sweethearts and then we both went to the same College. She studied law, while I studied my art. She didn't think art was a good career choice at all but every time she would start that conversation I would just give her a lazy smile and change the subject, either with a few kiss or sweet words. She would seem to forget about it then but I could tell she was always bothered by it.

Maria was the all around perfect girl. She got perfect grades, did great at everything she did and was gorgeous. I didn't know how she stuck around a guy like me for so long. I was basically the complete opposite of her. I didn't try hard on anything except my art. As the years passed by we seemed to be drifting away from each other. When we finished college I asked her to move in with me, I mean there was enough room for both of us, plus we had been together since what? Our Junior years in high school? The scenario that went through my mind when I would think about asking her to move in with me was pretty different from what happened in reality.

I always thought it would go something like this:

So we would be eating a romantic and delicious dinner at my house that I prepared. Then when we would have a nice conversation about all the good things in life and I would ask her then. She would smile like crazy and jump across the table and hug me and kiss me and the night would go on from there.

But boy was I in for some fucking surprise.

The oven timer rung and I pulled the chicken out of the oven. I cooked it just right. I smiled to myself and set up all the food on the table. When the table was set I made sure everything else was ready for tonight. I had already called Marie to come over at 7pm and it was 6:30pm. I felt the copy of the house key I got made for her in my pocket. I exhaled once, sat down on the couch, and started sketching a portrait of Maria. I just couldn't get that girl out of my mind. For some reason I wasn't as nervous as I thought I would be. To be honest I was being pretty positive my thought about what would happen tonight would be spot-on.

Before I knew it there were a few soft knocks at the door. I jumped up and swung the door open to reveal Maria in a beautiful, slim black dress. Simple, but beautiful, just like her. She smiled at me and gave me a quick kiss. But something was off about her. She seemed almost depressed. I looked at her in concern, but she just shook her head at me, indicating it was nothing. I didn't want to push it so I let it go. We talked about and soon we were sitting at the dinner table, eating in silence.

I rubbed the key in my pocket before I spoke up.

"Maria?" She looked up at me with that same damn look on her face. In her eyes I could clearly see sadness and guilt. Why the hell was there guilt in here eyes? I quickly shot that thought down and continued.

"We've been together for quite sometime now and I love you, baby. I want you to be in my life always and I want you to be the first thing I see in the morning when I wake up and the last person I see before I go to sleep. Maria, Babe, " I pulled the key out of my pocket and set it on the table between us. "Would you move in with me?" I took a look at her face and didn't see the smile I was expecting. Instead she looked distressed. She put her elbows on the table and put her face in her hands.

What the hell?

She looked back up at me with tears in her eyes.

"Oh Jasper, I'm so sorry. I-I don't love you." For some strange reason I was still calm. I continued to just look at Maria. She looked like she was about to cry and then she did start crying. "I will always love you...in a way, But I'm not in love with you anymore. I fell out of love with you about the time we were in the middle of college. We just don't belong together Jasper. I realized that. I'm so sorry, I-"She continued to babble her confession. Somewhere in the middle of it she mentioned a guy named Riley. Apparently Riley was actually the one that made Maria come to her realization. And did I mention they had been also "seeing" each other while Maria and I were together. I had a bitter smirk on my face.

Then she had to bring up my art. She said some shit about how I put my art before her.

Right.

When she was finished she looked up at me and put a hand over my own on the table.

"Jasper, please say something." Her voice cracked a bit. I looked up at her.

Had I really been so fucking blind that I couldn't see the changes in my own girl. Or realize that she was seeing some other guy. When I thought about it for that moment, it was actually pretty obvious. I think she even tried to tell me about Riley sometimes, but they were always subtle, little hints. I always stuck to the thought that we were both happy. God I was stupid. Yes, Jasper Whitlock is very stupid but she still could've told me how she felt about this. Maybe if she would have said straight up the problems she felt was in our relationship I could have fixed this. But, no, Jasper Whitlock's life could not be that good. The smirk left me face and my expression turned into stone as I looked at her.

"Get out." I said clearly.

"What?"

"Get. Out." I said a bit louder. She looked at me for moment before she nodded her head slightly and walked out of my life.

I sat there at the table for what could have been hours. I wasn't really thinking about anything in particular just trying to understand how I was going to go on the next day. I decided to finally get up. I silently went to bed and dreamed of nothing that night.

The next few weeks were hell.

No scratch that.

They were worse than hell.

I was empty.

I was alone.

And I was just…there. I felt like I was existing without a purpose.

I tried to focus on my art but every time I started something nothing would come out. Nothing would look right. I couldn't even do a single sketch anymore. Every single piece of art work I did before was somehow inspired by Maria. The brilliant colors represented her bright, bubbly personality. The bold lines and sharp shapes told about her strong personality and opinions. Everything was inspired by her.

Everything.

And now she was gone.

As that thought came to mind I closed my eyes tightly and squeezed the paint brush in my hand. I opened my eyes back up and slowly breathed out through my nose. I did one long brush stroke on the large canvas hanging against the wall. A thick black trail of paint stood proudly in the middle of the white canvas. I did another stroke. Then another. Another and another. I dipped the same brush in white paint and added a few more strokes. Soon I was standing in front of the canvas, my breathing was ragged and black/white/gray paint covered my hands. I looked at the canvas and didn't see black and white. Oh no, I saw red.

In front of me was a portrait of Maria. Here soft brown eyes were looking right at me. She wore the same soft smile she had on when she was running her fingers through my wavy blonde hair. She was mocking me. I continued to glare at the women in the canvas. I started to walk toward the mini fridge in the back and pull out a beer. I opened it and threw the cap on the floor while making my way back to the portrait. I stopped when I was about ten feet away from it and took a swig from the bottle. I just continue to hold my beer, leering at Maria. Then I could actually hear her voice.

"Jasper, you are so pathetic. You and your art is not going to get you anywhere in life. You are just a failure. You failed at keeping me, you failed at getting an actual career and you fail at life. And a little part of you still wonders why I left you." She was laughing manically by the end. My nostrils flared and I grounded my teeth together.

"Shut up!" I yelled as I threw the beer bottle at the canvas. The bottle broke with the impact and glass scatter on the floor. Beer flowed down Maria's beautiful face and made the paint run and ruin it.

I wasn't down yet though.

I walked up to the canvas, grabbed one end and tore it off the wall. I dragged it to one of the desk, grabbed a sharp tool and began to rip that shit into pieces. I threw the pieces away from me and just sat on the chair at the desk while I tried to catch my breath. I buried my hand in my head and began to sob. I was going fucking crazy.

How the hell did this happen?

I didn't want to be like this though. I didn't want to be the guy that moped around over his ex girl friend. That wasn't me. Jasper Whitlock did not mope…even if the first and only girl he loved dumped him for some other guy and he found out about it right when he was going to ask her to move in with him. No. Jasper Whitlock did not mope.

I composed myself and stood up.

Thought about everything that I could do.

I could be all emo and be depressed all the time.

I could be a total jerk and just act like a dick to everyone for no reason because I was hurting.

Hell, I could even become some man whore. I had the looks.

But I wasn't going to do any of those things. I decided then that what Maria did was her choice and I couldn't do anything about it now. What was in the past is in the unchangeable past. But I could still do something with my future. I didn't need Maria. Though I would still love her, I wasn't going to need her anymore like I use to. I was just going to go on with my life and enjoy it. Cause' that's how Jasper Whitlock does.

I finally felt at peace with myself. Not entirely though.

Now Jasper Whitlock was just Jasper Whitlock.

It was at times like these, the times when I was alone in a quiet peaceful place, that I would recollect on everything that happened with Maria.

I kicked a small rock with my shoe and continued to kick it as I walked along. Then I heard the whimpering of a small child.

I looked up and small a little girl surrounded by ducks. I would've laughed my ass off if I didn't see that the girl actually looked scared for her life. I ran over to her and shooed away the ducks. She was obviously very thankful since she thought the ducks were going to take her life. Gosh, this little girl was funny. She told me her name was Julie, I told her mine, and soon I had a new best friend.

We spotted her Mom and I thought it was best for her to go back to her. She would probably be worried if she got up and realized how far her girl drifted away from her. We walked hand in hand towards her Mom who appeared to be resting. Suddenly Julie asked me a strange question.

"Do you ever get sad?" Oh you have no clue kid. I gave her an answer and then asked her why she had that question on her mind. She started to get all teary eyed and told me about her situation. Apparently her Mom's was going under some depression because of the death of her father. Damn. And the worst thing about it was that she blamed herself for her Momma being sad all the time. I kneeled down to her and told her the truth. It wasn't her fault. When she calmed down we continued to walk hand in hand to her Mom. Then she asked another question.

"Jasper, would you please make my Mommy smile again?" She requested.

Uhh….

What was this girl trying to get at?

"Well, you see," I started but her attention was else where, thank God because I really had no clue what to say to her. I looked in the direction she was looking at and saw that her mom was now standing up and she looked pissed. I looked confused at the woman. What had her so livid? I looked forward some more and saw the two last people I ever wanted to see. Jessica Stanley and Lauren Mallory stood ahead of Julie's mom looking pleased with their selves. What did those bitches do now? It was well known that they had the ugliest personalities in all of Forks.

I saw Julie's Momma start to walk toward the two and she hand her hands balled up in a fist.

Oh shit, someone's about to get there ass beat.

And I'm just trying to be honest. She would probably get in a few good punches but if Lauren and Jessica decided to not be girly girls and fight back she would probably get seriously injured. She looked so fragile, small, and skinny.

I told Julie to stay put and ran to her mom.

I reached her just in time. I wrapped my left arm around her waist while my right hand held hers back.

Strawberries and flowers assaulted my senses.

I shook my head a bit and focused. My eyes met Laurens face and I glared at her. I whisper into Julie's Mom's ear.

"Believe me, Darlin', they're not worth it." And she relaxed in my arms.

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A/N I had to stop there! It was beginning to be too much! I did not intend for it to be that long, but I got caught up in Jasper's story and couldn't stop. So the next chapter will definitely continue at the park.

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