Everyone interprets things differently, especially colors. There is a theory that explains this phenomenon. Solipsism. The philosophy that only one's mind is sure to exist. But colors exist. And everyone sees and experiences them differently.

They sat together quietly. There was no need to talk sometime. They had already relayed their days. Which were uneventful

She sat on the chair in the left of the room, covered in a fleece throw blanket they had acquired over the years. Upon her lap, her hands rested. She watched him read. He sat on the couch opposite her, his arm resting on a pillow, his eyes roving the pages of a history text.

Between them rested a simple coffee table, they bought it last week, and on top of that were various remotes, red nail polish, an AI speaker, a red book, and a laptop.

"Jasper, hand me that book over there?"

"This one?"

"Yes." She rolled her eyes.

Those eyes. A deep brown. The sight of which made his knees week.

Those eyes, of a young girl, who sent butterflies frenzied through a young boys tummy.

Those eyes, which roved the pages of book, beside the stream. Beside the fireplace. Beside him

Those eyes, which gazed at him with a longing he could not understand. He gazed back.

Those eyes, that he would never see again. The deep brown. The shocking clarity, the sparkling, like a gem. His favorite color. He couldn't explain why it was his favorite color. It just was.

Until.

"Bella, I don't see a book." He said, his foot coming up to rest upon the book in question.

"Jasper." She warned, a teasing not to her voice.

He just raised his eyes from his own book and gave her a half lidded, daring stare.

She pounced.

Red. He quickly began to favor red.

Red. There were many things in the world that were red. Traffic lights. Stop signs. Firetrucks. The best rose. Anger. Lust. Some pens. Several flowers. Hot sauce. Rental cars. That one pair of underwear. Those stilettos. Fresh blood. Flowing blood. Lust again. Desire. Dreams. The feeling of safeness. The feeling of emptiness, but not the bad kind. Those lips. Those lips covered in blood. That shade of lipstick she adds sometimes. The case on her iPhone. Her truck. The door of that house. Self doubt. Fear, again. Acceptance. The red flame others felt when they were in love. Their bedspread. Her nails. The old copy of that book he gave her. Her eyes.

Red. Red was beautiful.

The two of them rolled together, throwing some light punches, a kick to a shin, a knock on the shoulder. A kiss on the lips. A smile shared between them. More kissing, heavy sounds. Frenzied, unnecessary breaths. And then it stopped. He was confused, shocked, and lusting. She was gleeful, teasing, and proud. She reached softly behind his head and slowly pulled something in front of his face.

"This book." She said before she climbed off of him and back to her perch on the chair.

He groaned, but then he laughed. She sent him a wink.

Her eyes, in them, when they first met his own, was a flicker of familiarity, though not enough.

Her eyes, which would flash a teasing spark before revealing her emotions.

Her eyes, when she gazed at him held an array of emotions, and when she slipped he could feel them. Recognition, confusion, lust, longing, love, hatred, comfort. A red flame for which she had no control.

Her eyes, which, when she was freshly fed, were a bright red. Like a firetruck, in layman's terms. When she was hungry, though not too hungry, they were the red of a freshly bloomed fall rose. Of course, nothing could describe the color his own eyes saw when he gazed into hers.

Her eyes, when they spoke that time were fearful. He didn't understand why. He didn't understand the reasons behind the fear, the confusion, the excitement, and then the denial and anger. He just saw her eyes.

Her eyes, which he didn't see for three days after that.

"You're so annoying." She snapped, though he could feel that she wasn't serious. She was never serious.

"I disagree." He said. He was still on the ground, his back resting against one of their throw pillows. "If anyone is annoying it's you. You're not going to help me?" his arms limply fell to his sides for dramatic effect.

"You're perfectly capable of getting up yourself."

"Yeah, you don't seem to have a problem getting me up, either." He grumbled, cooling his thoughts and desires down and joining her on the chair.

Her eyes, he couldn't remember what they looked like.

Her eyes. He kept seeing flowers that were red. Is that the color? The professor grading an essay with a red pen? Was that the color of her eyes? The hot sauce, that smelled so strongly humans were complaining, was the color of that hot sauce the color of her eyes? He couldn't remember.

Her eyes. He tried to remember, to drawn upon his perfect memory. But it was failing him. He stepped off the plane, noticing the red of the traffic lights. The red of his rental car. He was floating, not knowing where he would end up. He only hoped he would end up with her, to see that red, just one more time.

He wrapped his arms around her middle, weaving them within her own, and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I can't believe you still have that thing." He said incredulously.

"What do you mean?"

He smiled and kissed her neck. "You know what I mean."

"I'm never getting rid of it." She whispered, turning to kiss his cheek.

He ran. He didn't know where he was running, hell he barely even knew where he was, but he was running. He passed signs and people, rivers and lakes. He finally ended up in a courtyard, a courtyard he knew from pictures and stories from Carlisle.

He could smell her. His senses were overwhelmed. He was looking, trying to find her. Her shield was up. Stupid woman. She was right. He was far to reliant on his shield.

He searched and searched. Suddenly, several people with cloaks on spotted him.

"What do you want?" A young looking vampire with brown hair asked.

"I'm looking for someone."

"And who is that?" the blonde girl said. She was trying to look scary, but she was failing. He only feared losing her. Nothing else.

He stayed silent.

The girl again asked of him. "Who are you looking for, and what is your name?"

"My name is Jasper Whitlock. Jasper Cullen."

The two of them were stunned. They knew of the Cullens, and they knew of Jasper. They never expected to see him, or any of them, here.

"My name is Jasper Whitlock, and I know that Bella is here."

The male raised an eyebrow. "Bella? I didn't know she was here." He said. "I think you are mistaken."

"Demetri. Jane. Leave the man alone." Aro said. He was pale as pale could be. Almost translucent. He was intimidating to others, but not to Jasper. "Bella is inside. But I must ask, why are you here?"

"I wish to see Bella." Jasper said simply, avoiding touching the old vampire.

"This way." He smiled.

The two sat in silence, her reading, him watching her read. She read slowly. Precisely. He teased her about it often, but she responded with a feisty smile and a retort of "I just enjoy to read."

"You're so slow." He said into her ear

"Shut up." She mumbled back, pushing his face away from her ear. He pushed back. She laughed. He laughed. She turned another page.

He walked in. He had never visited the Volturi before. He hated it. It was too….musty. He missed his home in Texas. Not the one he shared with Peter and Charlotte. But the one he grew up. The ranch. The ranch in which he fell in love. Twice.

"Caius. Marcus. This is Major Jasper Whitlock. You remember Maria? The one we had trouble with some time ago?"

"Yes." Caius said shortly.

"Ah, he is her soulmate Afterall. Let him in, I say." Marcus said regally.

Jasper was confused. But in the next moment he noticed her.

"You shut up." He retorted back.

"No you."

"Bella." He laughed.

"You're bothering me while I read.

"Well, you're reading to slow."

"I like to read." She smiled.

He smelled her first. And then he heard her. The faint clicks of shoes hitting ancient tile. The human speed of her walking.

His heart felt like it was racing. There was a buzzing, a feeling he couldn't describe. It was right though.

She was here. Soon she would walk through those doors. Why was she here? Stupid woman, they would never let them leave.

The click got louder. He watched the area she was coming from with rapt attention. The first thing he saw, as the door opened and revealed what was behind, was a shoe.

A shoe. A tall, bright red shoe with a pointed toe. Then her leg, clad in denim. And then he saw her face. She was nervous, he could tell, though she left her shield up.

"Why don't you drop that, Belle?" he said softly.

She smiled. She looked like she would cry, if she could.

"Jazz." She whispered.

"Hi." He said lamely.

Finally, she closed her book. She set it down softly, paused for a moment, asked the speaker to turn on some classical music, then turned her body to face him.

"Hey." She said.

"Hi." He responded. They stared at each other for some time, content to look at one another.

"You're funny." She said.

"No you."

"Shut up." Her emotions were light, he could tell. She felt warm. He felt warm.

"Why did you come here?" he asked. They had been sent to a private section of the palace to converse.

She shrugged. "It was just the first place I thought of. How did you find me?"

Jasper shrugged. "Peter texted me that my ticket was ready. And here I am."

"Oh." They sat quietly together.

"Why did you leave?" He broke the silence.

"I was scared. You were married. I was overwhelmed with suddenly having memories of you. I had faint glimpses of human life. When I met you I saw you, kind of. But when we…When we talked two days ago, when you said your battalion number. Everything came back full force. It was too much."

He nodded. "That's how I felt, too, when I first had a memory of you. The first one I had was at school. We were playing baseball, and you hucked it so hard it gave me a bruise.

She laughed. "I remember that."

"It's weird to go from knowing nothing, to knowing everything. I have so many memories of you. All of them, like they were a second ago." He grasped her hand.

"Me too. I'm sorry I left."

"It's okay. I left too."

They meandered their way through their house, idly making chit chat, though they mostly were silent. There was no need to talk.

"Bella?"

"What?" She snapped playfully.

"Do you want to go see a movie?"

She nodded.

The two of them ran. They were thirsty. Their diets weren't the same, and he figured this would cause issue later, but he ignored it for now. They were in the woods of Italy, searching for his meal. She made fun of him. He smiled at her, blood dribbling down his chin. She licked it up and gagged.

"That's the worst thing. That is the worst thing I have perhaps ever tasted."

He smiled at her.

They went to the garage, he held the door for her. They enjoyed to spend little moments like this, like humans. They were both attending some classes at the local college.

"What do you want to go see?" she asked.

"I don't care. Let just go, and the next movie that is playing, we'll see."

"That sounds perfect." She said. She turned on the radio, and they held hands as he drove.

Her turn came. She was right, all those weeks ago, the Cullen's really underestimated his self control. While fighting his own lust and no one else's, he simply sat and watched her drink from the human. She said she usually doesn't care for who she goes for, but for some reason she really didn't like this guy. He gave her a weird vibe, about the way he was looking at the little girls in the street. She lured him to the woods, and fed.

He didn't notice at that moment that he wasn't feeling anything. He wasn't feeling her emotions or the humans. He didn't notice. But, what he did notice was the way she made him feel. A red, hot flame of lust sparked within him. She looked up momentarily and smiled. The blood continued to flow from the humans body. She went back to the meal, He was lusting for the blood, for the taste of it he could smell it, sense it. Imagine how it would feel running down his throat.

The red flame of desire switched. It was subtler now. Less intense. More longing. It burned a soft magenta of desire. For her.

They sat down. Purchased some popcorn for show and sneaked it to the little kid who was with his older brother who didn't have enough to buy popcorn and the ticket for them.

They sat together, the chairs the were in conveniently combined to make a couple's seat. She tucked her legs underneath his own, he wrapped his arms around her. Their heads rested together. They watched as the new Superhero movie began to play.

When they got back, Bella told Aro she was leaving, and he simply said "okay." And let her go.

"How did you do that?" he questioned.

"It's a long story. You should have been there when I told it." She shrugged.

"That's what you were telling?"

"Yep."

"Bella." He whined.

"You should have been there."

"Will you just tell me what it was?"

"Maybe one day." she remarked.

They made their way to the elegant hotel room they had chosen. They both se their bags down. Though they had spent a century and a half apart, they both remembered it like it was yesterday. They were comfortable together. They were familiar with one another. Though one hundred and fifty years was still between them.

"Turn around." She said softly. He rolled his eyes, being transported back to their first-time skinny dipping in the stream. "please?" She added.

He did so.

"Okay, you can look now." She said, after some rustling clothes. He turned.

"This is silly." She said to him.

"I agree."

But they watched it together anyway.

By the end of the movie, they were ready to leave. "You thirsty?" he asked, stretching his arms and back, though he didn't need to.

"Meh." She said. "I could go for it I guess.

So, they walked out of the theater, and began to hunt.

He was stunned.

He remembered dreaming of her. Dreaming of spending the days with her. He dreamt of time the spent together. He dreamt of fantasies he had of her. He dreamt, he remembered, of sleeping beside her, and as he aged, he dreamt of connecting with her in ways of which only adults knew how. He never thought he would be able to. And then he was. He remembered what it felt like to dream. If he described it, he would say it was like waking up to see the sunrise. The deep hues of reds and pinks, the clouds peaking over the mountain, and eventually, the sun making its way. It reminded him of the color red. Dreaming was red. He dreamt in red, he thinks. Or maybe he was making that up.

But nothing, nothing else, could compare to how he felt in that moment.

They prowled the streets, waiting for the right one. They didn't hunt for just anyone, an adaptation Bella made for him. But they did wait for the right one. Sometimes, they didn't find the right one so they waited. Sometimes, Alice would sent one of them a text that said "there's a sicko by the river." Or something along those lines. They only hunted for others that intended to cause harm.

Finally, after several hours of prowling, they found the one.

He was sitting in an alley way, waiting for someone unsuspecting to walk by, to entire with his lies. They didn't know what his intent was exactly, but Jasper certainly didn't like the way the man felt.

So they hunted.

She was standing before him, in nothing but a sexy pair of red panties and her red stilettos.

His eyes widened as he gazed at her.

"Why are you wearing those." He asked.

She shrugged. "I just felt like putting them on this morning after I fed. I don't know why. Why are they bad?"

He coughed. "No."

He waited awkwardly for her to move. She waited awkwardly for him to move. They laughed together, realizing what had happened. She let her shield down, completely, for the first time.

He was overwhelmed. He felt only the purest form of love, contentment, desire, need. He didn't know how to convey how she made him feel in words, so he just sent her back what he was feeling. She smiled.

"I like that."

"What?"

"Being able to feel your emotions." She said, walking toward him.

"Yeah, I like feeling yours too. Please don't put your shield up again."

"I won't." She whispered. "I promise."

She stood before him, her legs were long, even more accentuated by the heels. The red was a stark contrast to her pale, ivory like skin. He couldn't describe in layman's terms what her skin looked like to him, but ivory would suffice. His eyes roved her body. Up her legs, past the sexy little things hiding her skin from him, up her toned, perfect stomach. He noticed a scar. He'd ask about that later. Toward her chest, up her neck and back into her eyes.

"Are you still an ass man?" she whispered.

He was speechless. He nodded. She turned. He pounced.

Later, back at their small house, they turned on a classic. Neither one of them was a huge fan of superhero movies, so they watched classic Dracula. It was comical, of course, but they loved it.

"Did you read that new book yet?" He asked her.

"No, not yet." She said.

"Why not?"

"I was reading another book today."

"Bella." He laughed, pulling her closer to him, "How many times have you read that book?"

"A couple times." He snorted.

The movie finished, and they made their way to the bedroom. Their limbs were tangled together. Their lips mashed in a heated embrace, and they shared another intimate moment together. One night of many, one more night, of many more to come.

Red reminded him of fire, he thought. There were so many shades, and almost all that he could see he often found in the flickering flames of a fire. Bomb fire, campfire, fireplace, burning a vampire fire. That thought of fire, however, was lacking. It also reminded him of safety.

He, strangely enough, felt safe around fire. Perhaps is was because he was in control of it. He didn't know.

"Bella." He said, several months later. The two of them had been travelling the world together, some trips they stopped for longer, other trips they were only there for a day. His favorite so far, however, was the time the spent in Antarctica.

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking…"

"That's surprising." She interrupted.

"Har, har. Haven't heard that one before. Anyway, I've been thinking. Remember last year you told me you could….block peoples emotions?"

"yeah."

"I want to try." He said simply.

He felt her shock. "You do?"

"I think so. But I'm scared. What if I lose control?"

She laughed at him before saying. "How many years have you been around humans? Hoe many years did you control yourself with Maria? You'll be fine. If you wanted to."

"Okay." He said. She nodded. So they went to a busy place, downtown Atlanta, and stood together on one side of the street.

"How do you feel?" She asked.

"Safe." He squeezed her hand.

The days they spent together ran as one, and yet each was so completely individual. Today, they were researching together. With their combined knowledge, they were able to remember details that led them to the deepest parts of their history.

So they were writing a book together.

In the years they had spent together, they had each achieved doctorate degrees in History. It wasn't new for him, but Bella had felt empowered by it. As a human, she had always wanted to go to college, to teach at one. And now, she could. But teaching wasn't on her agenda yet. That was the next plan, for next year. Or may the year after that. Or the year after that. They had eternity, after all. It would come one day.

But for now, they were almost done with this book.

She slammed her laptop closed in a fury.

"What?" He asked, looking up from his own.

"I can't find what I need."

"Which is?"

She narrowed her eyes. "I'm trying to convey what it was really like to live in the south as someone against the war, for the north. But no one wrote anything. Not even Charlie."

He thought for a moment. "Look up your brother."

"My brother… Which one?"

"Any. All three. They all lived in the north. Greggory worked up there, John taught at Harvard, and Frank fought for the union."

"Oh my god. You're right! I didn't even think to look them up. Greg always hated the war." She started typing furiously.

He closed his eyes when she asked.

"Okay, think of all those years you went to high school. What was the most overwhelming?"

"Their emotions."

"Right." She said. "Think about why you stopped drinking humans."

"Their emotions." He said again.

"Correct! Think about what you wanted most from me when we met last year."

"To feel your emotions."

"Right. You rely so much on your power, it became too much for you. Now, do you trust me?"

"Completely."

"Okay. Try and focus on three separate people. That man in the blue shirt across the street. The woman with her baby. The old man with the dog." He did. He easily found exactly who she was talking about. He was feeling exactly as they were. "Now let it go. Just let all control you have over your power go." He did so. It was too much. But he stuck with it, for her. He didn't know where she was going with this, but he hated it. He was feeling everything, ten fold. The young mother who was suicidal, the teen who was angry, the man who was mourning for his wife, the child who was abused. He was tuning nothing out, every single person on this street, he could feel.

And then.

Nothing.

"Okay, what about this?" He showed her the document he was thinking of. It was a piece he had found at the little antique store they went to two days ago.

"Perfect!" She said. Currently, she was reading a new book. A book written by her older brother Frank, which depicted his time in the south, as well as the north. She had a hard time when he described what loss was like, depicting the loss of his father, his brother-in-law (Jasper), and eventually his younger sister, who disappeared without a trace one day.

"You know, I don't remember who changed me." She said.

This was new information for him. "Really?"

"Yeah. I was in our house one day, crying about you," She punched him "When I heard something outside. I, being the idiot I was, didn't bring a weapon, not like it would have helped, but when I went to investigate it, I was grabbed from behind, bitten, and left in the woods. Then I woke up."

He frowned at her.

He couldn't describe what he was feeling. He was confused, that was for sure. He was lost, alone almost, though he could feel Bella's hand him his own. He could here the humans around them, smell them. But he felt…Empty.

Emptiness, some would describe it as a bad feeling, a darkness that creeps over you and steals your feelings and thought. But to Jasper, who had never in a century and a half, felt just his own emotions, it was a dark, highly saturated bright, red. A glowing circle inside of him. A deep, uncontrolled, feeling of emptiness.

He loved it.

And then it ended. Immediately, he felt new again. He felt more controlled than he had in his entre vampiric existence. He felt less reliant on the power he held, he felt like a new person. A better person. He felt in control.

He turned to Bella, who smiled at him.

"Thank you." He said, pulling her in for a hug, kiss on her lips.

"I'm sorry you were alone."

She shrugged.

"It drives me mad to think about how close we were to one another, for some many years, and yet we didn't even know it. I don't know when I began to lose memory of you." He said.

"It was probably around the time you started to get depressed." She said.

"Yes, but don't you think I would remember remembering you?"

"Not if you didn't have anything to remember me by. You left your journal in your horse satchel thing."

He chuckled. "The saddle bag."

"That."

"Well, how did you have glimpses of me?" he asked.

"When I left the house, I had the letter, the one on my blog, in my hand. I was crying over it, of course, but at some point it was torn, probably when mysterious vampire number one grabbed me or something. So I always had that. I had some of your words, to keep me caught up."

He nodded. "I guess that makes sense."

Shortly after, after hours of thought and discussion and compromise, Jasper had fed from a human for the first time in nearly a century.

He couldn't describe what it felt like, but it was good. But nothing was as good as kissing Bella's red lips, that were redder from the blood of her own human, without her having to wipe the blood off. She smiled at him, the red lips parting to show off her teeth. He was transfixed by her.

He also felt different. He felt stronger, a sense of self he hadn't held for years. He felt more inclined to control his thirst, now that he was properly sated again. Like a hunger he had been dealing with for years, was gone.

"I don't think you'll need to feed as often now." She said. "It's more sustainable. Like a protein for humans, rather than a carb."

Hours later, they were laying together in bed, again. They had sex often, though every time felt like the first, with how intensely they loved each other. "I wonder if this is was it always felt like, for Rose and Emmett, Carlisle and Esme."

"I think it was." She said.

"It's like a connection."

"It is."

"I love it." He said.

"I love you." She said back, teasing.

"Okay, show off." She laughed.

Sometimes, they went on dates, like to the movies, or to famous sites. Museums. Exhibits. Shows. Sometimes restaurants to people watch.

Tonight, they were just going on a walk. But she put on a shade of lipstick that was red. He kissed it off, and she put on more after punching him in the stomach and laughing at him.

The next day, they were at the park, feeding the birds cooked rice, and subtly dropping high dollar bills into the homeless peoples pockets. They held hands as they walked.

An old woman told them they were a cute couple, they agreed with her, each singing each other's praise.

He was driving, to keep his nerves in control. He was looking at her iPhone, clad in a red case, ignoring him. Not maliciously, just because sometimes you don't need to talk.

The red truck pulled to a stop, startling her.

"What?" she asked when he looked at her.

"I'm scared." He said honestly.

"Well, lets talk about it." She set her phone down.

Self doubt was something that Jasper was familiar with. It also burned a deep red inside of him. It was like a flame licking at the side of your brain, tempting you to unhappy thoughts, crossing you in ways you didn't care for. A red, that when examined, was really more like a black. Negative color. He didn't like this shade of red.

But Bella, with her ability to keep him centered, changed this ugly, almost black red, back into the bright, happy flames he felt when he gazed at her.

"I'm afraid they'll hate me."

"They're not going to hate you. They don't hate me, do they?"

"No, but you didn't conform to their diet."

"So." She shrugged. "They won't, but if the did, they wouldn't be worth it anyway."

"I guess." He responded.

She smiled at him, sent him a rush of love, good emotions, and he pulled back onto the highway.

Hours later found Bella and Jasper wrapped up in an unnecessary blanket, in front of the fire which they didn't need, watching a Christmas movie as the snow fell heavily.

"I remember when this played in theaters the first time." She said softly to him, watching the black and white characters flood through the house to dump money on the table for George Bailey.

"Me too. I sneaked away from Maria for long enough to go see it. Two days after it came out."

"Oh my god!" She turned to face him. "That was when I saw it too! Two days after!"

He smiled at her. "We've always been connected."

Though she was able to push away most of his negative emotions, he felt the familiar flames of the fire licking away at him, putting fear into his soul, into his heart and brain. He was terrified that the Cullens would be disappointed in him. After all their hard work for him, the amount of times they had to move because he failed, the times that he and Alice argued because she didn't belive in him, no matter what she said. Fear of feeling lost again. What if Bella sees what a monster he is. What if she leaves him, and he's alone because why would the Cullens ever take him back, what if Peter and Charlotte thought he was weak, flakey, vulner-

"Jasper stop projecting. It's going to be fine." With those eight simple words, the fire was put out. He pulled into the familiar driveway, he remembered this house, and looked at the red door.

He held Bellas hand as they knocked.

"Again?" He asked, noticing she was reading that book.

She looked at him, true happiness beaming from her mind, body, soul, her eyes.

It had been five years since he had left the Cullens for Bella, and four years since he had mastered his thirst, but began to feed on humans. It felt like a second.

What didn't feel like a second, though, was the actual second it took for Emmett to open the door. That felt like eternity.

"Finally." Emmett said, pulling Jasper into a hug. He was feeling it now, the feeling of love and acceptance from the Cullens, from everyone in the house. The love he felt from them, for them, burned a different color than his love for Bella, but it was still a red. Just less intense.

"Who is that?" He asked Emmett, finally realizing there was someone he was less familiar with in the house.

"You don't recognize her?" Edward asked, hugging Jasper as well.

"No, I've learned how to be less reliant on my power." Jasper said pridefully.

"It's Tanya." Edward said.

"Weird." Jasper acknowledged.

She sat silently, though she was in his lap. She wasn't really reading, she was teasing.

He tried to ignore her. Tried to ignore the movements she was deliberately making, her hips on his own, her back against his chest. Her hand on his knee.

Every time he would kiss her neck she would stop. She was being a tease, and he hated it.

But he also loved it.

They walked through the house, And Jasper was greeted with a hug from each and every Cullen, the hug from Carlisle being the best. He was most afraid of disappointing that man, but Carlisle just said. "This lifestyle isn't for everyone. I love you, son."

The acceptance red grew deeper.

And then he saw Alice.

"You've kept me waiting." She said.

"Pardon me." He smiled, recalling their first meeting. She gave him a hug, then hugged Bella, before yelling at the two of them for taking so long.

"Bella, I have someone I want you to meet."

Jasper knew, in that moment, why Tanya was there.

Jasper couldn't describe what it felt like to love. He couldn't describe the color associated with it, or how he felt when he looked at Bella, other than happy.

He really couldn't describe how he felt in that moment, watching Alice's eyes light up, her own red flame of love igniting. He had been in tune with her emotions for a long time and that wasn't easy to let go of. So he didn't. He watched as Alice held Tanyas' hand and introduced her own love to his. He smiled.

"Now I understand why you were such good friends." He laughed "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Well, as happy as I was and am for you and Bella, I was a bit miffed when you just left me, and us. Had to get back at you somehow. We all were. It was Edwards idea." So Alice Kissed Tanya. The Cullens were happy. Jasper was Happy. He laughed.

"Bella." He warned, the red flame of desire growing within him.

"What?" She asked, though she knew. She could feel his desire. Both emotionally, and physically.

He bit her neck.

They were tuckered. It was weird, to be tired as a vampire. But they spent most of their time wither with each other, or alone, so they weren't used to spending hours with other people, let alone vampires who matched their senses.

Edward was annoyed, because the close friendship he had developed with Bella wasn't enough for her to drop her shield around Jasper. For the first time, Jasper had privacy.

But Edward and Bella still argued about music and literature. He was still her best friend (other than Jasper of course.) as Alice was still his.

They sat on the red bedspread on the bed in their room Esme had devoted as theirs.

They closed their eyes, and sat silently all night, just holding one another.

She laughed at him again, as he thrust into her. "you can do better than that, cowboy." He growled.

The room smelt of harsh chmeicals. If he were human and she were human he would chastise her for putting them onto her nails. But they were not, so he just wrinkled his nose and watched her admire the fresh red paint of her nails.

She sat on the chair in the left of the room, covered in a fleece throw blanket they had acquired over the years. Upon her lap, her hands rested. She watched him read. He sat on the couch opposite her, his arm resting on a pillow, his eyes roving the pages of a history text.

Between them rested a simple coffee table, they bought it last week, and on top of that were various remotes, red nail polish, an AI speaker, a red book, and a laptop.

She wanted to read Sense and Sensibility, the original red copy he had given her years ago, but she also wanted to bother him. So she did needlessly.

"Jasper, hand me that book over there?" she could easily reach for it herself.

"This one?" he gestured to the book on the table.

"Yes." She rolled her eyes.

He looked into her eyes, her bright red, firetruck engine eyes. He loved her so much, he could hardly stand it. He could stare at her for hours, and he planned on it tonight.

"I love you." She said.

"I love you too, my Sweet Southern Belle." He said, looking to her eyes.

Red. Red was beautiful.

Red was his favorite color.