Disclaimer: nope, im not the actual author, and if u dnt no that by now than ur a sad sad person

ok, so im starting to think about how this story is gonna end. and i want ur opinion, who wants a happy ending, and who wants a sad ending?

APOV

Jasper was due to be released tomorrow. I was so happy to be getting out of the hospital, and Jasper agreed. Carlisle had talked to me and it seemed that the blood transfusions had gone well and that his muscles were all in proper working order again. He was a free man.

"We're going home tomorrow!" I said to Jasper.

"… um, Alice? You do realize that out living room will kinda be a mess."

"Oh." I hadn't thought of that. "I can just clean it tomorrow." I said, "Shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"I'll help Ali, it's my fault." Jasper said, always the gentleman.

"Whatever you want Jasper." I knew that there was no way he was doing anything more exciting than watching TV, but he didn't have to know that. The day passed uneventfully, which was strange for us.

At 4:00, a nurse came in. "Angela!" I exclaimed. Angela had been at school with us, she was a nice person, and very understanding.

"Alice Cullen! Oh my gosh! You… you haven't changed one bit!" she squealed.

"Haha! Neither have you!"

"Thanks, so I'm guessing that this would be Jasper?" She asked.

"Yes." Jasper nodded.

"Right, well Jasper, it's great so see you again, but I'm very sorry your a patient here. Now, Dr. Cullen says that if you can stand up and walk about for a while, truthfully, without much pain, then you are fine to go home tomorrow." She said.

"Well, lets get this over with." Angela and I helped Jasper up. He was unsteady for a second, but stood fine on his own.

"Now for the hard part," I said, "being able to tell if he's in pain." Jasper rolled his eyes at me. I stood in front of him, and gave him my very best puppy dog eyes. "Are you in pain?" I breathed out. He bent his head down to me, and cupped my cheek, "No ma'am, I'm really sure I'll be jist fine…" He breathed at me. In. That. God. Dam. Southern. Accent. That boy had talent.

"I think he's ok." I told Angela. I was dizzy. No, I was, to quote Bella, dazzled.

Angela smiled a knowing smile, "Right, I'll relay that to Dr. Cullen, so he can sign your release papers tomorrow."

"Right it was nice to see you again Angela, maybe next time I see you it will be under different circumstances." I said. Angela nodded, laughed and was out the door.

Jasper slowly limped over to the window. "It's sunset, and the sky is clear." He told me. I went and stood beside him.

"So it is." I remarked. I stood in front of him and he wrapped his arms around my waist, and lent his chin on the top of my head.

"One day I'm going to take you somewhere sunny, to the beach, and we can watch the sunset there, because there's really nothing nice about watching the sunset from a hospital room." He told me.

"You promise Jasper?" I whispered.

"Anything your little heart desires, ma'am." He slipped into his southern accent again and I felt my knees go weak.

As the sun slipped below the clouds, Jasper turned to me and hugged me close. "I promise I'll never do anything like that ever again." He told me. He pressed his lips to mine, I felt him pouring all his love for me into the kiss. I tangled my hands in his blond hair. His hands made their way under my shirt – at the back – and lazily started drawing patterns on my lower back. I muffled cough from the doorway stopped us both in our tracks.

We turned, Jasper keeping his arms around my waist, but on the outside of my shirt. "What the hell Jasper?" Said the unwelcome person.

"What the fuck are you doing here Mike?" So much for our non-eventful day.

is this any less boring for you guys? i hope so! reveiw me!

Moony out.