Disclaimer: Obviously, none of these characters are mine except for the names that were not mentioned ever by Stephanie Meyer in the Twilight saga.
Jasper drove in silence as he sent worried glances over at his sister, who had her window down as she smoked. Smoking, something he had introduced to her a while back and now regrets. Only when she was in her weird moods did she ever smoke, but when she did, she was hard to stop.
"Why did you want to talk to me, and not Emmett?" Jasper asked into the quiet of the car. She didn't respond nor turn her head to look at him. "Rosalie?" he tried again but she still had her cold shoulder turned. A wide array of emotions emanated from her.
"Rosalie," he called louder and did an epic E-break slide in the deserted wood road. From the distance they were able to hear the sounds of the Sol-Duck River. She turned her head with a blank stare. "You wanted to talk to me, so do it. Acting like a drunk, in your weird mood, not that you can be drunk, and calling me Anton. Why didn't you want to talk to Emmett? He's hurt that you didn't go to him; you know how he wants to do anything to make you happy. He's better at that more then I, even with my gift."
"Emmett would make me happy," Rosalie said. "He makes me happy, so I couldn't talk to him."
"And I depress you?" Jasper asked with slight mockery in his tone. "Why didn't you go to Edward instead?"
"Edward doesn't understand me. He thinks he does because he does this thing where he reads minds you know," Jasper snorted and she continued. "But because of that he is quick to assume. I don't go to Edward to seek council. Emmett makes me happy. He would try to cheer me up and would succeed, and I would again ignore the problem or my feelings at hand. I won't practically deal with the sadness because Emmett would convince me that my love for him and his love for me is more important then what makes me sad, after all he is someone who loves me above all else. You don't love me in that way…which is good."
"But I do love you."
"I know, and that's why I can talk to you. I need to do him justice by dealing with these feelings."
Jasper started to drive again. "You want to go someplace? Port Angeles?" Rosalie shrugged. "Okay, well start talking. I'm listening."
"I can't believe that they didn't tell me until now."
"Probably didn't want to hurt you, and they were right," Rosalie huffed and Jasper continued. "This isn't about them though. What's causing your pain?"
"He came after me…and I didn't even know. He cared about me. One of the only people that ever truly did. What did it do to him to know where I was but not being able to reach me? Did he know about my transformation? He asked Esme to take good care of me. It's just all a lot of news." Rosalie paused but Jasper did not say anything. "He knew….and this doppelganger thing…."
"Do you wish its true?"
"I…I don't know."
"You know, I told you once, my greatest regret in joining the war and becoming a vampire was leaving my sister, Janelle?" Jasper said suddenly. Rosalie nodded. "Am I a good brother?"
"Of course."
"Thanks, I try to make up for my lack of being a good one in the past."
"So you've told me."
"Sorry, keep talking," Jasper said.
"What I would do to talk to him again. To apologize for the pain I might have caused him. To be forgiven by him. Am I a good sister? I hope I am, to make up for Anton."
"You kidding? The best of the best," Jasper said as he placed a cigar in his mouth and handing Rosalie a lighter. She lit it for him. "I regret introducing you to this."
"I like it," Rosalie quirked. "Keeps me in my bad mood. Makes me feel like a human bad girl, smoking away her problems."
"I do it because it still holds the same bad flavor it did when I was human," Jasper stated. "Alice doesn't like it all that much though."
"I feel a certain comradely when I smoke with you," Rosalie said. Jasper barked a laugh. "You remind me so much of him," she added whimsically.
"The look? The personality?"
"Just all the little things, I can't quite explain." Jasper nodded. "What I would do…." Jasper sighed and stoked her arm comfortingly. "Sorry."
"Don't be," her brother said. "There is Twice Sold Tales over there, do you want to go in?" Rosalie nodded. Appreciation for literature is something the two had in common and did not share with the rest of the family. Alice did not understand why they took pleasure in reading old books when you can easily get a new copy, but they truly enjoyed the feel and the smell of an old book, something only the two seemed to understand in the family.
They walked in and made their way over to the fiction section. Occasionally one would pull out a book and show it to the other. They talked of everything under the sun but ignored the problem that Jasper was selected to help her deal with. This went on for a few minutes until Rosalie let out a gasp and clung to his arm. "What is it?" he asked. He followed her gaze, which fell on a certain boy.
"Why is God playing a trick on me," she moaned. There in front of his gaze was a boy who was rather ordinarily, yet somewhat attractive. He was staring right back at them with beautiful violet eyes. His look would not have reminded Jasper of anybody but the shape of his eyes was exactly like Rosalie's. Had she been human when he had met her, he was certain that she would of looked at him with the same violet eyes. To his surprise, the youth, though his age was confusing and unidentifiable, began to walk towards them. Jasper felt his best friend tighten her grip on him.
"The Count of Monte Cristo," the youth said as he approached
them and made a show of scanning through the titles. "Always
a good choice." He turned to directly face them and gently touched
Jasper's arm. "There is a friend of mine who is wanting to
talk to you. She's at the Starbucks waiting for you."
Jasper's eyes narrowed but all that he could feel from the boy was
sincerity and…love, the same type of love he held for Rosalie.
"You're dead," Rosalie moaned. "What are you doing
here?"
"I think I can ask you the same thing," the boy said with a smirk. "After all I was the one who had to get your funeral together." Rosalie gave a slight whimper as the boy turned his attention back to Jasper. "You should go, you won't regret it. Don't worry, I'm not sending you on a wild goose chase."
Jasper looked over at Rosalie who looked back at him with a "don't-leave-me" expression. Yet Jasper was curious and he could feel that the young man meant no harm. "I think I'll go," he said to Rosalie tentatively.
"What?"
"He won't hurt you."
"You're not Alice, how do you know."
"I just…just do. I'll keep my phone on if you need me," he said as he regrettably yet gently took her hand off of his arm. Jasper gave the boy a meaningful look and said, "Hurt her and you'll answer to me, Anton. Believe me you don't want to have to face an angry me."
"I can see that," Anton said coolly. "I hope you have fun." Jasper slowly walked out, giving a quick and protective glance back at the paler-than-usual Rosalie. He finally walked out. "He isn't your husband is he?"
"Jasper?" Rosalie asked, surprised that she had found her voice. "No, no way."
"Best friend?" She nodded. "Brother?" she nodded again. "I'm glad," he said as he gently took her arm and walked over to a lounge chair. "Please, talk to me."
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