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BPOV

I felt bad about leaving Charlie on his own for dinner until I got home and there was a note on the counter about his having left work early to go to La Push to watch the game with Billy. That worked out just fine for me, so I left a similar note for him saying that I was having dinner over at a friend's house. With Charlie, less was always more.

I took a fast shower and agonized over what to wear. Clothes have never been a huge deal for me; I've always just been more comfortable in jeans, but the Cullens always were so well dressed. I reasoned that Jasper knew me to be a jeans person though, so that's what I ultimately ended up putting on.

At exactly five on the dot, my doorbell rang; I should have known Jasper would be perfectly punctual. "Hello Isabella," he said, taking my hand and kissing it.

I momentarily blanked on words but quickly recovered. "Hey Jasper," I finally replied.

"Shall we?" he asked, leading me to the same black Mercedes that I had seen the other day.

"Nice car," I said, nodding at it.

"It's my father's," he replied. "I have a motorcycle, but I didn't know if your dad was home, or if he'd really appreciate you riding on it."

I laughed, Charlie Hated motorcycles. "He's not home, but he definitely would have had something to say about it. I've always wanted to ride though, it seems like so much fun."

"Well then," Jasper said. "I'll have to take you for a ride some time. That is, if you'd like."

"I'd love that," I said with a grin. Visions of being pressed up against Jasper as the wind whipped against our faces danced in my head; oh I'd definitely love that.

As Jasper turned off my street, the speed went up. "Wow um, do you always drive so fast?"

"Yeah," he said. "Sorry about that, I'll slow down."

Jasper soon turned down a road that appeared to go right into the woods. "Do you live in the middle of the forest or something?" I asked with a laugh, after we had seemingly driven for a couple miles.

"Kind of, actually. We like the seclusion," he offered, his facial expression impassive.

Strange. Before I could say anything else, a large white house appeared almost out of nowhere. Jasper pushed a button on the ceiling of the car, and a garage door opened. As we pulled in, I found myself surrounded by several impressive-looking cars. "You guys like your cars," I observed.

"Well, Rosalie is a really good mechanic, she likes to have a lot to play with," he said. "She's tweaked all of our cars to make them go faster."

"Ha, maybe she could work on my truck," I laughed.

Jasper chuckled. "I don't think anything could help that beast."

"Hey, no making fun of my truck. It's a classic."

"Fair enough," he said, gesturing towards a door. "Shall we?"

JPOV

As I neared the house, I could hear my family's chatter, but even stronger, I could feel their anticipation on meeting Bella. Sure Carlisle and Edward had already had their encounters, but this would be their official first meeting and I knew they were all worried about how she would take them. After all, one of us at a time is one thing, but to be in a room with six predators at one time could take its toll on the bravest of humans.

I knew I wouldn't have too much to worry about; all of my family had decent control over their bloodlust, and even Edward seemingly had come to terms with his demons regarding Bella. From what he told me, the two of them had had a pleasant enough talk in Biology and he hadn't mentioned anything about wanting to eat her. He still couldn't read her mind, and it drove him absolutely nuts, but he assured me that now that he had an actual conversation with her and really saw her as a person, he didn't have nearly as hard of a time being near her.

As she walked in our house, I could feel her awe as she took in the place for the first time. "This place is impressive, Jasper," she said, looking up and around. "It's so bright!"

The Cullen mansion IS pretty impressive. When Alice and I first came to them, I remember being awed myself by the huge structure with its wall of windows. It was a far cry from what I had come from with Maria, living in underground bunkers and abandoned mines. "We don't have to hide in here," I replied simply.

"Right," she said, and then she turned to me suddenly. "What's with all of the cryptic statements?" she asked. "You've been saying things like that all day, and Edward as well. I don't think I'm capable of judging you, Jasper. Are you going to tell me what's going on?"

I know it's a little short, but I thought it was a good place to end it. I guess the big reveal is up next, but this thing is kind of writing itself, so we'll see how that all pans out. Reviews are okay too :)