Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. Sorry if you got confused.
A/N: I LOVE YOU GUYS!
"Goodnight my love. Le mai les rêves les plus doux vous bénit, mon amour, mon seul amour."
When I woke up in the morning my head was pounding, I've never had a hangover I have a feeling its something like that. I turned over to find a vampire looking at me. "Good morning love." He whispered, even that felt like a shout. I groaned, which was far to loud. "What's wrong Rachel?" He looked terrified I sat up as slowly as I could.
"My head hurts really bad." I whined like a 3 year old. At the moment I could have cared less about how I sounded or how I looked, my head hurt and it needed to stop. My hand flew up to my head. Jasper shook his head, and moved my hand and replaced it with his. It felt like a block of ice, it felt really good. I sighed.
"That any better?" I nodded and turned to lean into him. He automatically swiveled at inhuman speed, with his hand still on my head, so I could sit in his lap. He gently pulled me into him. His head was lying on top of mine. "You smell nice, did you know that?" He said barely loud enough for me to hear.
I smiled. "I try oh so hard to smell nice. Especially when I'm going to be around those pesky vampires, to increase my chance of being devoured." My headache was already drifting away, slowly being forgotten, maybe Jasper has healing powers? I mused to myself.
He gently tugged on a strand of hair, letting me know he noticed the sarcasm. "Silly girl. Beyond that fact," his hand barely grazed my jugular, it felt goood. "You just in general smell nice." By this time I was awake my head didn't hurt nearly as badly anymore. As opposed to feeling like at some point during the night I got whacked in the head by a freight train, it now felt like I had a little bit of a head cold; kind of stuffy, more of a pressure hurt, less of feeling my heart beat in my brain.
"What do I smell like?" I asked all but bouncing up and down in his lap. He was tracing patterns all over my shoulders and down my back, making me jumpy. I heard him inhale.
"Vanilla, coconut, pineapple, and mint." I smiled to myself. I smell like my favorite tropical drink! Minus the alcohol I hope… "Kind of like a piña colada."
I whipped my head around to look at him. "Weird. I was thinking the same thing. Its my favorite tropically type drink. Though it has to be made right. The pineapple chunks cant be to big, the have to be pretty small, other wise the textures all wrong."
He laughed at me.
"I felt the same way when I was human! Now how do you feel about mojitos?" We went on like that for awhile, discussing the finer point of how to make the best mojitos. What type of mint? Only lime juice, or will key limes work? Etcetera etcetera. Laughing at each other the entire time. We some how managed to get to our favorite books.
"The Cirque du Freak series, and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians, are definitely two of the best series ever written." He looked disappointed in my taste.
"Okay the Percy Jackson books maybe, but Cirque du Freak? Really?" I wanted to hit him, as if it would do anything other than bruise my hand.
"Oh come on they are so good! Mr. Crepsley is one of the most kick ass vampire characters ever, and I have to admit, other than you, Evra Von is my biggest fictional character crush ever! He is so cool!"
"He's part snake!" He yelled at me, luckily my mom had left for work and my sister would sleep through a hurricane.
"Exactly! No, I am not arguing The Cirque with you. What are your favorite books?" I was really curious now, how do you not like Cirque du Freak?
"Well anything by Shakespeare. I'm a huge Series of Unfortunate Events fan, and hmm…maybe An Abundance of Kathrines." The last book I had definitely read, maybe a hundred times, but had completely forgotten about. I jumped out of my bead and ran over to my overflowing whit bookshelf.
Now, my bookshelf and the books it holds, are my most prized possessions. Every book in it I have read at least once, if not thousands of times. I went to the top shelf, where I kept my favorite books and grabbed a white, relatively thick, hard cover book. And threw it at Jasper, he of course caught it with out trying.
" You've read it?" He asked, astonishment coloring his tone. "No way, I cannot believe you've read this!" I laughed, Oh yes how shocking, I've read a book!
"Read it, I probably know it by heart!" I was laughing at him. He was flipping through the well worn pages. They may have been well worn, but other than that it was perfect, I hate it when my books get messed up. I never eat when I have a book, don't drink. It just bothers me when they get dirty. He was still flipping at a ferocious speed when he finally stopped. To quote I presumed (GAH! She's assuming again!). I was right.
" 'You can love someone so much,' he thought.' But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.' That is possibly my favorite quote of all time. Mainly because it so true, but none of us want to realize it. It's a more powerful emotion to miss the one you love, rather than to just love them."
I shook my head sadly he had it all wrong. Now, I can sing. I don't, because I have awful stage fright, but according to my mother and sister, I have a pretty good voice. So what I was about to do was freakishly significant.
" ' But I've been screamin' and fightin', and kissin' in the rain. And it's two a.m. and I'm cursin' your name. You're so in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you. Breakin' down and comin' undone. It's a roller-coaster kinda rush. And I never knew, I could feel that much. And that's the way I loved you.'
See you got it wrong."
He just sat there staring at me and I started blushing. It was really awkward, at least for me, to have him just sitting there looking at me more silent than the grave. "Could you please say something?" I whispered. "Please? This is extremely uncomfortable." In a nano second he had his arms wrapped around my waist and his head buried in my hair.
He pulled out of my neck and looked at me. "I love you."
He kissed me, gently, not expecting anything other than me to be there. Just a kiss. Not wanting anything more, not taking anything, not hurting, just a simple movement to physically show that he loved me. But for some reason, my heart sped up until I'm sure half the neighbor hood could hear, I knew I could. My breathing sped up making me a little light headed. I was suddenly shaking, every nerve felt like it was on fire, and with out any other conscious thought my hands were wrapped around his neck, our foreheads pressed together and I kissed him back. "I love you too."
"Rachel I'm hungry, can you-whoa!"
"Holy shit! Amy!" Jasper jumped up, making me feel empty.
"Uh hi, mystery man. What the hell were you just doing with my sister?" I jumped up and stood in front of Jasper, subconsciously I guess I was expecting my sister to grab the hair dryer behind her and throw it at him or something.
"Amy calm down. Let me explain." She just stood there looking at me smirking.
"Go ahead sis. I want to hear this one."
A/N: Soo what do you think? Sorry it took so long. Writers block + rehearsal = me going, "GAH!!! What in the world do I write?!" But I fixed it!! YAY!
So, I got a review about my French last chapter, apparently I did it wrong but for those of you do. Jai parler un petit peu francaise. Jai bete americane! (Basically I said I speak very little French and I'm a stupid American. I think.)
And the song Rachel sang was "The Way I Loved You" by Taylor Swift. Yes, I am a Taylor Swift fan, get over it. Okay guys keep the reviews coming! Tell your friends!
Cosette.