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A/n: We are finally to Gentry and Jaspers date after wading through a bunch of Harris family filler. Also a big thanks to my beta Anariel Goldenarrow
The rest of my week went by at a snail's pace, and by the time Friday came I was about ready to pull my hair out. I was the child in my family who did not do well being stuck at home and I tended to go stir crazy. Friday morning started off relatively normal, and even though I didn't have to go to school I was still up at 6 am. After I got dressed I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and do my hair, and only after I got my hair the way I wanted it did I realize that I had ran out of hairspray the day before. I trudge my way downstairs to find my mother who most likely had some that I could borrow. I found her where she normally was in the mornings.
"Mom, do you have a can of hairspray I could use; I ran out yesterday." I asked her.
"Funny story Gen, I used up the last of mine this morning." She told me.
"Great." I groaned to myself, I get my hair the way I like it but now the moment I step outside the humidity and rain is going to undo all of my hard work.
"How in the world do we both manage to run out of hairspray at the same time" I ask her.
"I don't know, but we can go to Port Angeles after we drop the boys off and get some." My mother tells me.
At least I will have some before my date tonight I thought, and hopefully my hair will cooperate with me when I go to style it.
"Alright." I tell my mom and turn to grab a cup of coffee and something to eat for breakfast.
It is not long after I finish eating that we take the boys to their respective schools and head out to Port Angeles. The ride to the next town over is about an hour long and it has been raining the entire way.
"Does the rain ever stop." I moaned during the car ride. Honesty I was really beginning to miss the sun and a blue sky, all of this rain was starting to be depressing.
"I don't know, but I hope that we will have a sunny day here soon before the weather starts getting colder." My mother responds.
I groaned out loud. I had forgotten that there are actually seasons here rather than just summer and winter like we had in Texas. Fall is quickly approaching us and winter would soon follow. I don't know how I am going to deal with the winters here; in Texas if there was even a half an inch of snow schools were canceled and people aren't taught how to drive in the snow and ice. I have also realized that as the month went on that my wardrobe was not suitable for the pacific North West, and sooner or later I was going to have to get new clothes, but that could wait just a little bit longer.
Soon we were wandering in the small beauty shop. The shop was small and only had a limited selection but thankfully they had the brand of hairspray that both my mother and I use. We ended up grabbing 3 bottles of it and I got a new tube of lipstick in a nude shade.
We wandered around Port Angeles for a while stopping into several small shops one of which I bought the outfit I was going to wear tonight. It is a simple long-sleeved black dress with a slightly full skirt which I would pair with a gorgeous pair of black high heeled booties that I got last Christmas. I was excited for tonight, I still can't believe that a guy as good looking and as well-mannered as Jasper was single and would ask little old me out. Back in Texas most of the guys in my school went for the tall, blonde and busty types, and I was the opposite of that. I am short and while I am skinny I lack the bust, I happen to be so pale that the moon reflects off of my skin, and if I am not wearing make up my face is covered in freckles. Ninety-five percent of the time my hair is incredibly hard to deal with, but I love it and I love myself. I may not have been what the guys back home wanted to date but I normally was someone they wanted to be friends with, and a good portion of them normally confided in me when something was wrong. So I was surprised when Jasper asked me out, and who knows where our relationship will go after tonight; we might remain friends or we might turn into something more.
I was so lost in my thought that I hadn't realized that we were back at the car already.
"How was your trip? You looked like your mind was in a faraway place." My mother asked me.
"Just thinking about tonight; considering that this is my first date. I was wondering why out of all the girls Jasper could choose me, why me?" I shyly tell her.
"Well I may be biased but I think it's because you are a beautiful and polite young lady." She laughs "Honestly sweetheart any guy would be lucky to have you, most of the time you act like a southern belle straight out of the stories of the old South." she finishes off as she pulls out on to the main road.
The trip home is mostly quiet with the exception of the country CD that my mom has playing in the background. I find myself quietly singing along to the music and the ride home seems to fly. It was nearing noon by the time we got home, and we quietly made our way into our house. I made my way up to my room intending to take a nap, but low and behold the moment I lay down on my bed my mind went in every direction other than sleep. After 15 minutes of trying I give up on taking a nap and move into the armchair that is in my room and pick up my copy of The Hobbit to read. Maedhros decided that since I had moved to the chair he needed to relocate himself to my lap.
"Hey there" I tell him after he leaped onto my lap.
He took few minutes to settle himself on my lap and laid down. I continued reading my book absentmindedly petting Maedhros every now and then, the cat purring contently. This continues on for another hour before I get hungry and decide to go get something for lunch.
"Sorry buddy." I tell Maedhros I picked him up and gently set him on the floor.
I make my way down to the kitchen where I started to search for lunch. After an initial search of the kitchen turned up with nothing that sounded good, I went back through the kitchen with significantly lower standards. I ended up making myself a sandwich; I ate it with no real enthusiasm just hoping that time would pass a little bit quicker. After I finished, I cleaned up what little mess I made and made my way back upstairs. As I hit the second floor I noticed my father was in his office; so I decided to poke my head in.
"Hey dad." I say as I make my way into the office.
"Hey sweetheart, how is your day going?" He addresses me.
"So far so good, I'm excited for tonight." I tell him, and make my way over to give him a hug.
At this moment I look down at the book that is lying open on my father desk. On it is a picture of the confederate soldier who has been haunting my dreams since before we moved her. After I give my dad a quick hug I pipe up.
"Dad, who is that?" I asked him as I pointed to the picture.
"Oh that's Major Jasper Whitlock. He was in the confederate army, the youngest major in the Texas Calvary. He was declared missing in 1864 shortly after the battle of Galveston; no one knows what happened to him." My father tells me.
"He looks like the Jasper that you are going out with tonight." My father remarks.
"Maybe Major Whitlock is one of Jaspers ancestors." I say absentmindedly.
"Maybe." My father said and looking back to the stack of essays on his desk.
"Well I'll let you get back to work." I tell him as I make my way to the door.
"Alright, I love you Sweetheart." He says to me.
"I love you too dad." I tell him as I leave the room and shut the door behind him.
I made my way back to my room to wait for six o'clock to roll around and time went by quickly. When it was five I started getting ready. I got a quick shower skipping washing my hair as it would take an hour in itself to dry and style. After drying off, I quickly got dressed in my dress and the stockings that I had decided to pair with it. I threw a flannel shirt over the dress before I put on my makeup not wanting to risk getting anything on the black dress. I fought with my hair to make it look halfway decent for my date with Jasper, but the mass of red curls had another thought. I looked at the clock to see that I only had thirty minutes before Jasper arrived and I was getting nowhere with my hair. In the end I ended up putting it into a fishtail braid. I leave my bathroom to finish getting ready when I hear the doorbell ring; I look over at the clock and realize that it is ten minutes till six and he is early. I finish throwing on my jewelry; I threw off the flannel shirt, put my shoes and made my way down stairs. When I made my entrance into the living room Jasper, who was wearing a nice button up and black pants with cowboy boots, immediately stood up; I looked over to see an amused smile on my father's face.
"Miss. Gentry, these are for you" he says as he holds out a beautiful bouquet of dark red roses to me.
"Thank you Jasper they are gorgeous" I smile and take them from him.
"You look beautiful." He says and, to me, it almost sounds like he his tripping over his words yet since I walked into the room his eyes have not left me.
My mother walked into the room with a vase.
"Here Gentry, put those in here." She instructs me, and I place the bouquet in the vase.
"What time should I have her back sir? Jasper asked my father.
"Have her home preferably before midnight." He tells Jasper.
"I'll have her here by 11:45 Sir." Jasper says and reaches out to shake my dad's hand.
As they shake hands I put on a light jacket and grab my clutch. Jasper then leads me out to a black range rover. He politely opens my door and after I am inside he shuts it before walking around to the driver's side.
"Nice car, is it yours?" I ask him as I gaze around the luxury S.U.V..
"Yeah it is. I like it better than Edward's Volvo, but all of us won't fit in here so we are stuck having to drive around in the mom car." Jasper chuckles at his own statement.
"I take it you and your siblings don't like Edward's car?" I question.
"No we don't. It's also the fact that Edward won't let any of us drive it so that makes it worse." He tells me.
I shake my head and laugh at this.
"So do I get to know what we are going to be doing tonight?" I pester him, I have asked him about it all week and he has yet to give me an answer.
"I was thinking a movie and a trip to a coffee shop would be nice." He says.
"That sounds great." I tell him.
The rest of the drive is made in a comfortable silence. At some point my hand found its way to his and for the remainder of the trip it stayed there. I had noticed how cold he was before but now that my and was on his with no clothing in between I felt how cold his skin truly was. I bit my lip thinking that it was not normal for someone's skin to be this cold but I keep my mouth shut not wanting to offend him. Before I realize it we are pulling into the parking lot of the movie theater in Port Angeles, it is then that Jasper lets go of my hand to return his to the steering wheel.
Like the good Southern gentleman that he was, after we had parked he had made his way over to my door and opened it for me. He also helped me out of the car and shut it behind me. After locking the car he held his arm out for me to take, and I gladly accepted. We make our way over to the theater and end up settling for an action film. Jasper had insisted that he pay for my ticket and would not hear of me paying for my own, even after I tried. We make our way inside and found the theater that the movie was showing in. The movie itself wasn't the greatest but the company was excellent, and our hands found their way back to each other during the movie. At points in the movie Jasper seemed to be paying more attention to me than what was happening on screen, and admittedly I was doing the same thing.
Soon the movie was over and we were headed to the coffee shop. The rain had let up earlier today and it had turned out to be a nice night, so we had decided to walk to the little coffee shop. We walked arm and arm like we normally do. Halfway to the Café some strangers decided to cat call me even though Jasper was walking right beside me. I swear at that moment I heard Jasper growl and his eyes flashed to pitch black before turning back to the light gold that I was accustomed to seeing. He moved me closer to him and instead of having our arms looped he had wrapped his arm around my shoulder; almost as if he was trying to keep others from staring at me. We quickly made our way over to the shop and made our way inside.
The moment we step in we are greeted with the strong aroma of coffee. The shop is small and feels homey with lamps that produce a warm light, and small wooden tables for people to sit and converse with each other. The shop has around three other customers in it when we got there. We make our way over to the counter to order; I ended up getting coffee with creamer and sugar and a muffin, while Jasper ordered a black coffee. Again I tried to pay for mine but Jasper refused to let me pay. I glare at him in a playful way not really angry at him for acting like the gentleman that he is. After we get our orders we make our way over to one of the tables and have a seat. We talk for a while about random things that we liked and didn't like. We laugh at ourselves and at each other during different points in our conversation. However, it is during a moment when we aren't talking that Jaspers face takes on a serious look that nearly matches up to a tee with the photo of Major Whitlock in my father's text book.
"Hey Jasper, are you by any chance related to a Major Jasper Whitlock from the Civil War?" I asked him.
He straightened up and for a brief second I saw panic flash in his eye. He seemed worried about my question and he acted like he was trying to hide his worry from me.
"No, I am not. Why do you ask?" The first part of his response seemed to come out too fast to be the truth.
"No real reason I happened to see a photo of Major Whitlock in one of the text books that my father uses and you could have been his twin." I told him.
"Oh. Well that's a first" he states and then he quickly changed the subject almost as if he didn't want to talk about it.
We soon leave the coffee shop and head back to the car. Japer continues to act like a gentleman opening the doors for me. Our fingers laced together we made our way back to Forks. The ride home was done in silence, but it seemed like there was no need for words, and all too soon we pulled up the driveway of my house. Once again Jasper makes his way around the car to open my door and help me out of it. He then walks me up to the front door.
"I had a great time tonight Jasper." I tell him and give him a smile.
"Me too. I was wondering…" he trails off.
"Yes what are you wondering about?" I asked him.
"Would you like to be my girlfriend?" he asked me looking down into my eyes.
"I would love that Jasper." I look up into the golden eyes that I had grown so fond of a large smile spreading across my face.
"That's great!" Jasper exclaimed as a smile broke out across his face and the air around us seemed to become alive with excitement.
"Well Goodnight Miss. Gentry." he says as he leaned down to kiss my cheek.
"Good night Jasper." I tell him and turn and unlocked the door and was about to open it when I changed my mind.
"Jasper" I called and luckily he was only a few steps off the porch.
"Yes?" he turned around to face me.
I quickly made my way off the porch and over to where he stood. When I am standing in front of him I reach up, grab the collar of his shirt, and pull him down to where I could give him a proper kiss. My lips quickly make contact with his cold ones.
"Goodnight Jasper." I tell the stunned man and danced my way into the house, while Jasper stood there shocked.
Soon I hear the Range Rover make its way out of the drive before I lock the door. I made my way up the stairs, not surprisingly my father was still up and working in his office. I stop by letting him know that I was home before continuing up the stairs to my room. I ended up taking another shower to wash my hair and made quick work of finishing up my nightly routine before heading to bed not even bothering to dry my hair. I fell asleep quickly and was greeted with happy dreams of a soldier who I now know as Major Whitlock.
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