A/N: Once again, I own nothing =(
It Ends Tonight…
Port Angeles was a quaint town. It wasn't big enough to be considered a city however it was much bigger then the two street town of Forks. Jasper parked in this almost empty lot by a beach.
"Well what do you think?" He asked.
"It isn't fifth avenue, but I'll deal." I joked.
"Oh you New York girls, you're all the same, all you need is shopping, vodka and a bed to go home to." He chuckled, looking me right in the eyes.
I stared into his pretty golden eyes. "That's so true!"
"I always knew something good would come out of Rose and Alice forcing me to watch Sex and the City." Jasper blurted out. I raised an eyebrow at him, he just smiled. We started walking to a small line of shops. The first shop mostly contained surfing type clothes such as Roxy, Billabong, etc. The second shop was a book/art supplies store. Jasper quickly browsed around there, it became clear to me that he was a reader. The third store I fell in love with, it was an old vintage shop. I began looking around, I found a hot pink pillbox hat.
"Hey check this out!" I called out. Jasper turned around and I placed the hat on his head. "It suits you!" I joked. Jasper made a motion to take it off. "No wait!" I said, pulling out my pink Blackberry. I snapped a picture of Jasper looking less then pleased wearing the pillbox hat.
"I don't think it goes with my hair." He replied flatly, placing it back on the shelf. I came across a black pearl cigarette holder just like the one Audrey Hepburn used in Breakfast at Tiffany's. I simply adore that movie, I could watch it over and over again.
"How do I look?" I asked, holding it between my two fingers and batting my eyelashes just like Holly Golightly.
"Amazing." Jasper replied, a smile on his face. "I take it you have a thing for vintage?" He asked, seeming slightly amused at the fact that such simple things as a cigarette holder fascinated me.
"Oh I just love it however Mother doesn't approve, she says that women of our financial stature shouldn't be rummaging around in someone's old trash as she puts it." I said, mimicking my mom's false English accent.
"Well she shouldn't tell you what you can and cannot do, you are nineteen now." He answered, gazing out the window.
"She's always been like that, it seems like nothing I ever do will impress her."
"I know I would be pleased to have a daughter as interesting as you." He said simply, I know he didn't say it in any manner but I felt like Jasper could see right through me, like he knew everything I was feeling. "What do you say we go get you something to eat?" He suggested.
"Sure, I could go for a little snack." I answered.
"You go on ahead Ray, I'll be right out." Jasper said, opening the door for me. I stepped out and sat on the curb. The beach was down the street, it was vacant for a day in July but I'm guessing it was due to the cloudy weather. Jasper came out a few moments later. We walked over to a small ice cream bar, I ordered a mint chocolate chip, Jasper didn't order anything.
"Aren't you hungry?" I asked, curious as to why he didn't order anything.
"I'm fine, we're having a fairly large supper tonight so I want to save room for later." He replied, placing a five over the counter. "Keep the change." He said politely to the ice cream girl.
"You didn't have to pay you know." I told him, I felt bad when guys paid for me because I had more then enough money to pay for whatever it was myself.
"On a first date, it's impolite if the boy doesn't pay." He answered.
"You're so old fashioned." I stated.
"I was raised to be a gentleman, as I said before."
"And as I said before, you do a good job at it!"
We walked towards the beach, settling on a wooden bench close to the water. We sat in silence for a while, I just stared at the calm water.
"You don't see views like this back in New York." I stated, still staring at the water.
"What, a beach? I thought you went to the Hamptons every year." Jasper asked, appearing slightly confused.
"Well yeah I do, but there it's always so over crowded. Here we just have the beach to ourselves; it appears so calm yet inviting." I answered.
"I have a question." Jasper said, looking at me.
"Shoot away, cowboy." I replied, laughing at my cheesy comment.
"Well I know I sorta asked this already, but what was the real reason behind you coming to Forks."
"You know they say curiosity killed the cat."
"I think this cats been dead a while." Jasper answered, chuckling.
"Alright.
Two reasons. My ex and my mom. Which would you like to hear about
first?"
"The ex I suppose."
"Interesting choice, most boys usually pick the mom." I said, curious as to why Jasper wanted to hear about Seth.
"Well I'd like to hear about what this dumbass did wrong."
"Really? Why?"
"So then I can do it right." He whispered, placing his hand on mine. I jumped a little, his icy cold hand bringing a shock to me. Jasper must have noticed my reaction as he quickly removed his hand.
"Well Seth and I were together for a while, about two years or something like that. Well around the last couple of months he got weird. Like he would never return or even answer my calls, he would be really pissed when I'd be out with other guys but what could I do right, I mean he was never around but I swear I never did what he did." I said, stopping myself, feeling my chest tighten.
"Go on." Jasper encouraged calmly.
"I can't bear myself to say it out loud."
"So then don't."
"No I should. I'll never get over him if I can't even say it out loud. So finally, I had it. Seth was M.I.A for the past week and he didn't even show up at my birthday party so not gonna lie, I was pretty pissed. I went up to his loft in Brooklyn and because I had a key, I just let myself in. There standing in his loft, lounging on a couch in Seth's plaid boxers was some skanky red head girl and you know what she had the nerve to say? She asked if I was the Chinese food person, in the most unattractive Boston accent ever. I lost it, I said I'll give you Chinese and I grabbed this vase and threw it at the wall by where she was sitting and then I stormed out. Later that day Seth came by and I confronted him and he admitted to cheating. He claimed Heather which was her name is his new muse, oh yeah Seth's a musician in this underground indie band called chronicle. Anyways, he claimed she was his muse and he needed her for the sake of his art and basically that he was dumping me."
"What a jerk. If I were to ever come across this Seth, I would definitely make sure that he is aware of what he gave up." Jasper said angrily, his hand curling up into a fist.
"Well he didn't give up much, at least according to my mom he didn't. She's really pissed at me now because I left this summer and she wants me back for the last week of August for debutante season. I'm so against it, I mean not only is it old fashioned but if I wanted to basically be auctioned off to some never worked a day in his life trust fund brat then I think I'd go to Amsterdam. She's never happy, like when I got accepted to Yale she was angry that I didn't get accepted to Harvard where Gretchen Von Seeder would be going. I feel like sometimes I could die and nobody would care." I whispered, tears falling from my eyes. I hate crying, it makes me feel vulnerable, however at that moment I didn't care. Jasper stared at me and wiped away my tears with his thumb. He pulled me towards him, allowing me to rest my head on his shoulder.
"You know that's not true Ray. To the world you may be just a person but to one person you're the world." He whispered in my ear. I felt myself ease up, how could someone see my dark side, know that I'm an incurable basket case and still manage to find one of the sweetest things to say. "You are strong, I can see that but lately I think you've been putting up walls. You're afraid to let people in because of how others close to you have betrayed you. I promise that I'll never do that." Jasper said, pulling me slightly away from him so he could look me in the eyes when he said that.
"I know." I answered, slightly smiling. Just then, Jasper pulled me in towards him, placing his icy lips on mine. I felt an electric current go through my entire body. It only lasted about three seconds however it was the best three seconds of my life.
"I'm sorry, I'm rushing things I-"Jasper began mumbling.
"No, it's alright." I answered. Jasper stood up and offered me his hand. We held hands up till the car and for the first time in a while, I let myself go; I finally felt free.
The ride back seemed very short, I fell asleep, using Jasper's jacket as a blanket. When we arrived in Forks, I noticed a shiny Volvo parked in front of Bella's house.
"I see Edward's over." Jasper stated. I nodded my head. I opened the door to the car but Jasper put his arm on mine. "Wait Ray- there's something I bought for you." He said sheepishly. I found it so cute how he was so shy when he did something sweet.
"What? When? We were together the whole time!"
"Back in the vintage shop, when I told you to go outside. It isn't much but I saw how much you admired it, so." He told me, pulling out the black pearl cigarette holder.
"Oh Jasper, oh my god, you shouldn't have but-"
"Don't worry, it's just a little something."
"I love it." I whispered. Jasper leaned in and kissed me again. This time it lasted a bit longer. When he pulled away, I knew of the shocked expression on my face.
"I'm sorry, just let me know I think I may be going too fast, after all-"
"No, it's just that I have to get used to your kisses, they're unlike anything I've ever felt before." I said, laughing at how corny it sounded.
"Oh." Jasper said, looking slightly confounded.
"Tonight marks a new chapter in my life." I stated.
"Oh really, and what would that be?" Jasper asked.
"Tonight, I finally realized that I am over Seth." I replied, smiling back at Jasper. "I had a great time tonight Jasper."
"As did I Ray. Say, what are you doing on Sunday?"
"Nothing really."
"Would you like to go hiking with me?"
"Sure!"
"Alright, I'll see you then." He answered, opening the door for me. He walked me to the steps, kissing me on the cheek before I opened the door.
"Until then." I whispered to myself, watching his retreating figure head to the car.
