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Left Behind

Chapter 9


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~Bella P.O.V.~

I'll admit I was shamelessly watchin' Jasper's ass as he walked to my library. I mean, it's hard not to. Have you seen it? Well, probably not, but it's really nice...

"Bella, I know you're starin' at my ass, Darlin'," I heard Jasper call.

"Your point?" I asked. All I got in response was a chuckle. I smiled slightly and glanced at the watch on my left wrist. 5:43. I never did go to bed... nor did I eat... besides a few candy bars. I set my book on the coffee table, stood, and stretched my hands to the ceiling. My cami road up a bit to expose a bit of my creamy pale skin. I slowly made my way up the stairs into my rather large room.

My room was painted a gray-blue color. Wooden floor boards, my big bed in the middle, which had cream covers and a ton of pillows, two side tables on either side of my bed, and two dressers, one with a large mirror nailed above it, thanks to Jake. My lamp and alarm clock were on my right side table, where as my I-pod, Laptop, and book was stored in the other. A pillow was thrown on the floor. I sighed and grabbed my I-pod and laptop and took them downstairs.

Ever since Jasper got here I've been thinkin' a lot about the Cullens'. After they left I finished up high school as a zombie pretty much. Then one night Charlie called Jake, saying I need to get out and have some fun. He took me to a bar/club. Turned out it was karaoke night there and Jake somehow talked me into singin', there was a record dealer there, with is girlfriend, taking a break from work, but when he heard me he immediately gave me his number and set me up a deal. And that's how my career as a singer began. I frowned slightly as I set my laptop on the table in the kitchen and turned to begin makin' pancakes.

I heated a small amount of cooking oil in a frying pan, then mixed flour, sugar, egg and milk together in a large mixing bowl. I mixed well until all the ingredients where blended. Then slowly I add water until the batter is not too thick yet not too thin. The thicker the batter, the thicker the pancakes will be. And I like my pancakes think. I ontinue to mix until there are no lumps in the batter. I slowly poured the batter into the frying pan, making two. I let them fry for around four minutes, while looking for a good song to listen.

While I was turned I didn't notice Jasper ghost into the kitchen and sit at the table, watching me.

"Hey there," I smiled at him.

"Isn't it a bit early for pancakes?" He asked, eye brow raised.

I shot him an amused look.

"Right, 'cause you like to have your pancakes later. 'Cause you actually eat them and all." I responded and he laughed.

"Soo, how have you been?" He asked casually.

"Eh, I can't complain... too much." I turned away from the pan after I flipped the pancakes and winked at him. He smiled.

"You should smile more often. It makes you look nicer." I mused out loud as I turned back to my pancakes. I felt a wave of amusement him me. I giggled.

"Well, that's gonna take a while to get use to. How long you plannin' on stayin' here, Shug?" I glanced at him. He stiffened in the slightest and a small frown took place on his face.

"As long as you'll let me, I suppose."

I nodded to him, thinkin'.

It'd be nice to have some company here with me. It's not like I stay here often, though. I mean with work and everything... I'm really just here on vacation. I wouldn't mind Jasper actually livin' here. It's not like he's imposing or anything.

"You know, this is really just my safe house, err, vacation house. You're free to live here." I grinned at him.

"Really?" Surprise flooded the room.

"Nooo, I'm just sayin' that to get your hopes high." I sarcastically said. He grinned and suddenly I was in his stone arms. We seemed to melt into each other, the pancakes, the room, the oven, everything forgotten. My eyes fluttered close as I returned the embrace.

"Thank you so much, Darlin', I don't know what I'd without you." I could feel his cool breath against my ear, and I knew I needed to distract m-err, him. Right, yeah.

"Be homeless?" He laughed and pulled back, shaking his head.

"Not quite. But I would have to deal with hearin' two horn-dogs goin' at it every night like fuckin' jackrabbits," He chuckled.

"So, you would live with Emmett and Rosalie?" I asked. Would they really live the rest of the family for Jasper? I mean, Jasper and Rosalie had to be close. They did pretend to be twins for a long while.

"Nah, but that was an option, too. I could've live with two friends of mine, Peter and Charlotte."

"Oh. What were your options?"

"One- buy another house," He began tickin' them off his fingers, "Two- live with Rose and Em, Three- Live with Peter and Char, or Four- Find you and move in with you, if you let me. Now which sounds most appealin' to you, Darlin'?" He smirked and continued, "If I bought another house they'd find me and somehow convince me to live with them and shit. And if I lived with Rose and Em or Char and Peter then well... nights wouldn't be too fun. Unless I had my own gal," He fuckin' winked at me then. I rolled my eyes.

"I see your point."

"Thought you would." He smiled, still holdin' me. I squirmed a bit and his arms tightened.

"I really wouldn't like you let you go, Sugar. This is the most female interaction I've had in a while. Sorry." But he didn't seem sorry, really. He was smirkin'. I laughed.

"Fine, just let me get my pancakes and we can go watch a movie and you can hold me all you want on the couch. Deal?" I proposed.

He made a little huffing sound, but let me go, "I'm holdin' you to that promise, Darlin'," He seemed to find that amusing.

I got my pancakes and when I turned back around he was gone. Probably on the couch waitin' for me. Slick fucker.

I saw Jasper waitin' for me on the couch and I sat down next to him. He wrapped his arm around me and I laid my head on his chest as we watched the early mornin' news.

"Thank you, Bella," He whispered and kissed my hair softly.

"You're welcome, Jasper." I whispered back with a small smile, not lookin' away from the screen.