Sorry it's been sooo long since I've updated. Things have been crazy. I've been reading so much, but hardly writing at all. Anywho, I'm completely obsessed with a new series of books that I have to tell you about called Mortal Instruments: City of Bones, City of Ashes, and City of Glass, if you love Twilight I think you will love these. Get them ASAP, they are out of control good. Enough with the sales pitch, this is my first attempt at Jasper's point of view, it's how I imagine him being. Let me know what you think.
JPOV
"Jeeeeeesus, it's cold out here. I'm freezing my balls off. As usual the rest of the band left me to load up all of the instruments and take care of everything. It doesn't always pay to be the "nice guy" of the group. Of course, Alice and James both had to rush off to do "something". They think Emmett and I are completely oblivious but we know they've been hooking up for the last 3 months. I guess they think they're sparing my feelings, but it's been two years and I am totally over Alice. And good old Emmett, the dog that he is, just had to leave with his typical, a hot blonde. She seemed nice though and a little more intelligent than the chicks he usually picks up. I wonder what was up with her friend though. She really seemed into the music and I thought we had some eye contact going on. Guess I was wrong, I usually am. Still not sure why she bolted when Em and I went over to talk to them. I am so bad at reading the signals that women give off. I suppose that's why I never date. If Alice hadn't asked me out, we'd have never dated. I'm sure of it. Emmett's always telling me to grow a pair. That's easy for him to say, he's never been nervous about a thing in his life.
I shove the last of our gear into the back of my jeep and force the hatch closed. It's still freezing in the jeep when I jump in, despite the fact that it has been running for 10 minutes. I decide to cut through the back parking lot to get home. It'll only take me five minutes if I head down 13th to Greenfield. I can't wait to thaw out in a hot shower. As I round the side of the building I can see a lone car in the parking lot; it's clear that there is a woman sitting in the driver's side. Ugh, am I morally obligated to stop to see if she needs help? Damn, sometimes I really hate having a conscience, so much for my hot shower. I pull up next to the car. My heart jumps a little when I see it's the eye contact girl from the bar. My lips involuntarily turn up into a big smile. Okay, you've got a second chance here try not to screw it up by saying something stupid. She looks slightly frightened to see me, but I motion for her to roll down her window and she does. That's a good sign. I struggle for something clever to say and blurt out, "So do you need me to jump you?" Fuck, did I really just say that. God, she probably thinks I'm going to attack her or something. What do I do now? I have no idea so I just stare at her like an idiot. She looks at me sort of dumbfounded and stammers out, "I'm not sure what the problem is, but it won't start". I smile and laugh to try to cover up my nervousness and the fact that I don't know a fucking thing about cars. I rely on Emmett and James for that stuff. Hell, Alice probably knows more about mechanical stuff than I do.
Play it cool Jazz, maybe it's something really obvious, I tell myself. I ask her to pop the hood and go have a look. I can see her looking at me through the window. God, she's really beautiful. Long, dark hair. Gorgeous brown eyes. Get it together man you're supposed to be fixing this car. Yeah right, like that's gonna happen. I wiggle a couple of wires and hoses and ask her to give it a try.
Okay, think quickly. How am I going to play this? I have absolutely no idea how to fix this thing. So do tell her the truth or make something up? I'm a horrible liar, so I guess it's the truth. I slam the hood and walk over to her window, still unsure of what I'm going to say. I give it to her straight and tell her I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. I add a quick smile after I spill my guts. I'm not sure if her hysterical laughter is a good sign or not, but I laugh along, continuing to play it cool. She asks to borrow my cell phone and I gladly hand it over relieved to have the pressure off.
I try not to stare at her as she waits on hold for a tow truck. God, she's really gorgeous. She kind of has this whole smoldering, tortured soul thing going on, but it's super hot. She catches me staring at her so I have to quickly look away. She probably thinks I'm a stalker. I smile and try not to look like a total psycho. When she finally hangs up she tells me it will be quite a while until a tow truck can get here. Score, I get to spend some more time with her. She tells me thanks for the help but says she can wait by herself. I sputter out, "Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I left a beautiful woman, such as yourself, stranded alone in a freezing parking lot in the middle of the night". Is that the best I could come up with, it sounded like something a 65 year-old man would say.The jeep is warm since it has been running the whole time so it doesn't take much to persuade her to jump in and wait with me.
Okay, I have a really hot girl in my car, this kind of shit never happens to me, now the tough part making small talk. We sit in silence for a few minutes, she catches me looking at her a couple of times and I blush intensely. Thank God it's dark out. Why am I such a tool when it comes to women? I can perform for hundreds of people, but one little brunette and I'm a bumbling idiot. She breaks the silence by introducing herself as "Bella". I tell her that I'm Jazz. Ahhh, more long minutes of silence. Okay, jackass talk to her about the one thing you really know, music. She tells me that she likes pretty much anything. I give her my CD case to peruse and tell her to pick something out. She looks through it thoroughly without saying anything. Towards the back she pulls out Classics for Kids and shows it to me. Why did I put that in there? Could I embarrass myself any more? Luckily she doesn't force me to explain. She ends up settling on a great old U2 CD. Our hands touch as she hands it to me. God, would it be wrong to grab her and kiss the hell out of her? Yeah, that might not go over to well, stalker.
She tells me about some of the great bands that she used to go listen to when she lived in Seattle. She's really adorable when she's excited about something, her eyes get totally sparkly and that smile could light up a whole room. I give her the low down on places in Michigan that she has to visit. I'd gladly be her tour guide, but I think better of making the offer, since we've only known each other for 45 minutes. Remember, don't give off the stalker vibe. Our conversation came really easy after awhile, like we were old friends. This never happens to me, I never feel like myself around women. There is definitely something different about Bella. God, am I acting too much like a friend? Should I give off some other kind of vibe? Of course short of screaming out "I want you", I have no idea how to do that.
My inner panic is interrupted by the CD coming to an end. I reach over to grab the case off of the floor in front of her. I can't help but smiling, she's just so beautiful.
I was in complete shock when she reached over and brushed the hair out of my face. Was this actually happening? This is whole situation is something that would happen to Emmett, not me. I'm not complaining though. I can feel my temperature rising. I sit up a little so we're face to face. Without thinking I put my arm around her waist and pull her a little closer to me. I breathe her in. She smells absolutely amazing, sweet like honey. What should I do now? Can I kiss her? Should I? Fuck! She saves me from making the decision by pressing her lips wildly against mine. The electricity between us is like nothing I've ever felt. Fuck, I want this girl in so many ways.
