Dad had gone fishing. It was a Sunday morning, and apparently the rain is good for fishing? I don't see how.
I was at home, finishing off an English essay that didn't have to be handed in for weeks. I had been at it for an hour and written about three lines, my mind was distracted. I went downstairs to make a big mug of hot chocolate, I grabbed it and a blanket, and sat myself on the sofa, watching the rain.
I was thinking about Jasper. How could I not?
He was sweet, and charming and funny, and so frustratingly gorgeous I feel the need to list like a crazy person.
I sighed and took a sip of hot chocolate. Just then the phone rang, I pulled myself on the sofa and stumbled to the phone.
"Hi."
"Hello, Bella?" A familiar voice asked.
"Jasper..," I sighed. "Hi."
"How are you?" he asked.
"I'm good thanks, you?" I replied.
"Very well... listen, I was wondering. I mean. If you wanted to... that you might -"
"Jasper, just say it" I interrupted, smiling at his stuttering.
"Do you want to do something today? If you're not sick of me yet." He asked.
"I'd love to, what did you have in mind?"
"Do want to just... go for a walk or something?" he asked.
"Sure, there's a pretty good trail through the forest, near my house." I suggested.
"Be there in a few minutes then?"
"See you in a few, bye" I said,
"Bye Bella," he said, and I hung up.
I quickly ran a brush through my hair and wrote a note for my dad, in case he came home early, and was putting on my coat as the doorbell rang. I flung it open and smiled at Jasper.
"Morning beautiful," he said kissing me sweetly on the lips.
"Morning to you too," I replied smiling widely.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
"You bet," I said as he took my hand.
We strolled through the trees, talking about our families, books, school and our lives.
He has two brothers, Emmett and Jasper. His favourite book is The Jungle Book,- which I thought was totally sweet. His favourite food is chicken wings, his favourite colour red. And so the conversation went on for almost two hours. Then Jasper looked at his watch.
"Oh dear, we have been walking for two hours, and missed lunch."
"We seem to like missing meals, huh?" I said. "We can grab something at mine."
With that we turned round and walked another two hours back to my house, hand in hand.
When we back we made cheese sandwiches.
"So" I asked, "sick of me yet?"
"Not at all" he said taking a bite of sandwich. I smiled and took a bite of my own.
"What do you want to do this afternoon then?" he asked.
We ended up deciding on watching a movie on the sofa. We sat on the sofa cuddled up until my Dads cruiser pulled up the drive way. Then Jasper moved a foot to the side of me. I giggled and waited for my dad to walk in.
The door opened and my dad walked "Bells" he called from the hall.
"We're in here Dad." I called back.
"We?" he said walking into the room, Jasper stood up as he walked in.
"Hello sir, I'm Jasper Cullen, a pleasure to meet you" he addressed my Dad, holding out his hand for him to shake. Charlie's eyes narrowed, as he looked Jasper in the eye. But Jasper didn't falter, and just like that he shook Jaspers hand. "Charlie Swan, Police Chief. Nice to meet you too kid."
The atmosphere of the room had suddenly gone from hostile and aggressive, to warm and friendly. It was as if they had been best friends for years. Odd.
Soon Jasper -despite Charlie's persistent invitations to stay- had to get home to his family for dinner.
He took his arm from round my shoulder and kissed me on the lips.
"Night Bella, I'll see you tomorrow morning at school" he whispered. "Night Charlie" He called, as my Dad held up a hand to be high-fived as he walked out the door.
Embarrassing.
"You picked a good'un there Bells." Charlie remarked as we heard Jaspers car pull away.
"Thanks, I think so too." I replied. "I'll go make dinner then."
