A/N: I am SO sorry for abandoning this story for so long and leaving everyone hanging. I truly do appreciate ALL the reviews, alerts, and faves. (:
So, here it is, Chapter 4: MUSIC.
Jasper was being way too serious about Mario Kart.
I ducked to avoid the glass when he flung the Wii remote across the room and straight into the television when he lost… again.
"Jasper, that's the third one this week. Quit being a sore loser."
He glared at me, and I braced myself, expecting he would shout at me for always winning.
Like that was my fault. Pfft. This boy needs to learn how to drift.
His glare melted into a giant grin that surprised me. What the hell? I swear I could feel my eye twitch.
Jasper's such a freak. But I guess that's why I love him so much.
"Come on Belly. Let's go replace this TV before the rest of them get home from their hunt. And while we're out, let's go get another game. Mario Kart's pissing me off," he said.
I smirked. "Only because you can never beat me."
"Oh, shut up Bell. Let's get out of here. I'll clean up when we get back home."
"Let me just get changed. I'll only be a sec."
With that, I sped to the room I shared with Edward and slipped on a pair of shorts and a tight shirt. I rushed to put on a bit of makeup, and was back in the living room within five minutes.
"Geez Belly, took you long enough. Who're you trying to impress with those itty-bitty shorts you're wearing? Edward wouldn't like me letting you out of the house flaunting those lovely legs of yours," he teased, and he playfully hit my butt. I smacked him in the arm.
"Shut up," I mumbled.
We walked to the truck that Edward bought for me last year. Jasper opened the passenger side door open for me, and he got in the driver's seat.
The ride to the electronics store was filled with not-so-bad singing and laughter. We took turns picking the song and the person that didn't pick had to sing it.
When we arrived in front of the store, I was nearly finished singing Lily Allen's The Fear.
"Forget about guns, and forget ammunition, cause I'm killing them all on my own little mission. Now I'm not a saint but I'm not a sinner. Now everything's cool as long as I'm getting' thinner… I don't know what's right and what's real anymore, and I don't know how I'm meant to feel anymore, and when do you think it will all become clearer? Cause I'm being taken over by the fear…"
Jazz coughed. "Gorgeous voice, and you could totally pull off that British accent. It'd be my new favorite song if you recorded it for me."
I laughed. "Will do."
Once we were out of the truck, I grabbed his hand and we rushed into the store. I let him roam the television section of the place while my feet took me to the video games. My fingers brushed the boxes of several possibilities, but I put most of them back. I didn't want to get any more competitive games, mainly because I didn't want another broken TV. My second reason was because I was tired of, well, beating Jazz so much. This time, I want to be on his side, and fight for the same goals.
"Finding everything all right, miss?" a voice to my right asked.
I turned my head and saw the pimply-faced boy that approached me. It was pretty obvious that he thought I was attractive; a red blush crept onto his cheeks as I smiled.
"I'm looking for a co-operative multiplayer game for the Wii. Any ideas?"
"Uh… yuh-yeah," he stuttered, "New Super Mario Bros. Wii is pretty fun."
I grinned. "Thanks for the help…" I looked at his nametag. "…Adam. I really appreciate it."
"Hey, uh, so I was, uh, wondering… Are you single?" he questioned, his gaze falling onto the floor.
It was as if Jasper appeared next to me by magic. He whispered softly into my ear, "Play along" and he wrapped his arm around my waist.
"Sorry man, but my girl's married," Jazz said, with a hint of amusement in his voice. What he said was true, but he made it look like he meant he and I were married.
"Oh." With that, Adam disappeared.
I turned to Jasper, who didn't let go of my waist. "Oh, you," I giggled. He poked my side, and I squealed. "You got the TV?"
"Yeah, I did, and it's already in the truck. If you're done flirting with the employees, let's go pay for this game." Jazz looked at the cover. "Huh. Interesting. This game looks pretty cool. I call Mario!" he chuckled.
He paid for the game, and we went back into the truck.
"Your turn," I announced.
"To do what?"
"Sing! This time, you can pick whatever song you want." I sighed, content, and sat waiting for him to pick his song.
"One baby to another says I'm lucky to have met you. I don't care what you think unless it is about me. It is now my duty to completely drain you… I travel through a tube and end up in your infection. Chew your meat for you; pass it back and forth in a passionate kiss, from my mouth to yours… I like you."
Jasper finished the song, and my eyes were bright with joy. I fake coughed, like he did, earlier. "Gorgeous voice, and you could totally pull of the whole 'Yeah-I'm-Kurt-Cobain-I'm-a-Punk-and-I-Don't-Care' vibe. Absolutely lovely." I chuckled.
We were at home again, and he pulled me out of the truck and gently tossed me onto the couch in the living room. I watched as he cleaned the mess he made earlier, while we listened to Fun Fun Fun by Dada Life, which was house. We shared a love of nearly all genres of music out there, which only strengthened our bond.
He didn't let me help him set up the television, which was probably a smart idea. I'd probably end up blowing the house up or something. Once he was done connecting the Wii to the television, he opened up the new game.
Jazz sighed, and I didn't miss it. "What's wrong, Jazzy?"
His pretty eyes lit up as he looked into mine. "Nothing. I'm just glad this game is co-op. I was getting tired of you beating my ass all the time." A smile played on his lips, and I gladly returned it.
A/N: I'm sorry again. Really, I am. School just got so demanding, and then when summer came, I didn't want to focus on writing, but just relaxing. And then the next school year started… I love all of you guys. (:
Songs used in this chapter:
Lily Allen – The Fear, Nirvana – Drain You, and Dada Life – Fun Fun Fun.
With love, Frannie.