A/N...I have no beta so all faults are mine and mine alone, but I do hope you like it, its my first time so I am really winging it as I go along...

I own nothing to do with Twilight its all SM's so I cant take any credit for her guys, they just like playing in my head from time to time...

So on to the next chapter in poor Jasper's fucked up life...

So here, we sit, his sorry ass is fed and he's licking his big old chops, slobber and spit flying everywhere. "Fucking gross, Jake! Like really dude!" I wipe my jeans and flop myself down on the couch.

I pitifully turn on the TV, not to watch, just for some background noise. But it's not like you can't help but watch the fucking thing. It's got to be about 60-something inches. Only Emmett would have a fucking TV the size of a house. "Better for the sports, Jazz, and there's nothing like porn in HD, nothing! Jazz," he has the nerve to say with a wink and a big shit-eating grin on his face. God, Em! Sometimes I wonder about him, the guy's mind scares me sometimes; in the meantime, I get myself another beer. It's all I have to do for now; it's not like I'm going anywhere, nowhere to be, no one to see. The realization of that makes me release another deep sigh and sink even more pitifully into the couch. 'Shit! I really am a sorry ass dork.'

My mood turns dark and worrisome, if I had the balls, I'd go into the bathroom and finish this right now, but I don't, cause I can't. Not only the worry of never seeing my boy again, but the worry of Rose kicking my ass for messing up her bathroom; I don't know which thought is worse. But who the heck am I kidding? Not seeing Edward again would ruin me altogether to hell with Rosie's foo foo bathroom!

So now that I have the time and space I can go about wrecking my brain this weekend and come up with a plan to get him back; if he'd ever have me again that is. 'Shit!' I don't even know where to start. If I could just maybe talk to him for a minute, just a few seconds, maybe get to explain.

But I would have to fucking know where he went to do that, and that is one thing he didn't want me to know. Or even get a chance to talk to him, but he would have to have his cell phone on for me to do that, which he doesn't. He made sure of that the minute he walked out the door, holding it to my face and hitting the off button, letting me know we wouldn't be talking until he says we can. 'Have I said, Fuck! My life? Oh right! Yes! I've said that today already...'

So here I sit, a big ass pussy, on Emmett's couch, drinking Emmett's cheap ass beer, and not a plan in sight. What to do? What to do? My mind wanders to Edward again, my beautiful boy, Edward, Edward Anthony Cullen, in all his redheaded glory.

I've known Edward for nearly half my life, but I think I've loved him even longer. When I first laid eyes on him, I knew he was for me. He hasn't changed much over the years, other than being the only person on this earth to get more and more beautiful over time, if that's even possible.

We were in high school when we met. It was my first week at my new school, having to move because my Mother thought, then! Would be the best time to divorce my douche of a Father. Shit! Back then I was a selfish bastard; only sixteen, but still a selfish bastard. I blamed her for everything that day, for wanting to drag us halfway around the world to this God-forsaken foreign land! Once screaming at her all red-faced and spit angry for not waiting until later, like- when Rose and I were gone- when we'd be on our own anyway, begging her to hold off until we were finally in college. Yeah! I'm ashamed to say, I was a selfish one back then, and by the looks of it not much has changed. Not paying her brat of a Son no mind, she packed the car and drove from my American flag flying- cowboy boot-wearing- chewing tobacco spitting- State, halfway around the world to her childhood home town of Forks.

My Gran has since passed, but the house remained in the family, and that's where we took up our new roots, and that's where I fell in love for the first time. Hell, I knew I was gay, I think I always have, and so did my Mama and sister, but until I set eyes on Edward, I really didn't know what gay was. He made things in me stir, he made things in me sweat. God, who am I kidding, he made my whole body come alive with want and need, and he didn't even know it yet.

It was all with a smile, simple and easy like that. Small and shy it might have been, but it was still a smile, a powerful message from him to me. So what did I Hale F'ing Hale do? I froze. My whole body froze, and he had seen it. He knew the reaction I was having to him, and he smirked; God damn smirked, he did. 'Shit! I'll show him. Fucker!'

The boy was gorgeous, all tall and lean, built a little like me, about my height, maybe a little over 6 foot, I would say. With his pale skin, his red lips, and oh my God, those greener than green eyes, they were as green as the forest that surrounded this, not so American flag flying- not so cowboy boots wearing- not so chewing tobacco spitting State that we now lived in and to top it all off a mop of fucking fuck me sideways awesome red all over the place hair, and there my friends is Edward, my Edward.

From that moment forth I was his, all his, and no one else would ever do. My life shot in front of me, I saw tender moments-meaningful laughter-homes and holidays- family gatherings and fun with a fuck load of kids. I was bounced out of my musing with a blink, and just like that it was over, he abruptly turned sunk his hands deep in his jeans pockets, and just walked away. I blinked and I blinked again, rubbing the bridge of my nose clearing the fog that now swirls through my brain, I stood bewildered and watched. 'Oh hell to the no!' Not happening. He will never walk away from me again. He is mine.' So I did the only thing I, Jasper American flag flyer- cowboy boot-wearing- chewing tobacco spitting- Hale, could do – I followed him, like a fucking lost puppy dog. 'Oh yeah, you showed him, Mister Hale!'

The boy was fast. It was those fucking long ass beautiful legs of his, but I had long legs too, so I kept up the pace. He was fascinating to watch, his speed and swiftness excited me, I was mesmerized watching his lean muscles contact beneath his tight ass jeans, he slowed from time to time letting a little pixie-like girl running beside him catch up, which she did, gently grabbing him by the arm every once and a while. 'Who the fuck was she to grab my boy? Shit, I was jealous. Was I jealous? Am I jealous? No way! Never! Me jealous of a little pixie? What the hell! I guess I am.

I stalkingly followed them both to the school cafeteria and watched as they plopped down at a table full of silly high-school kids, a few giggling girls, and a couple of laughing good for nothing boys. The girls I didn't give a shit about, but I kept my eyes on the guys, watching how they interacted with him, and him with them. But I really should have kept my eyes on the girls, cause they were all over my boy, giggling at his every suggestion, flipping their hair on his every word. It was gross, the sight turned my stomach and a strange sensation overtook me, I was jealous, it had once again raised its ugly head, I felt sweat gather on my forehead and the muggy fog start to creep in. 'Shit, this is bad, real bad.'

With my head spinning and my empty stomach-churning, I felt the need to punish myself even further and keep on watching, wanting to know everything about this boy and everything about the people around him. He smiled at what they were saying and his eyes sparkled at whatever they were talking about, but he still didn't look like he was giving it his all or paying them any mind. He had a faraway look in his eyes like he needed or wanted something more. And then it happened! He looked over, and our eyes met across the room, and fuck me sideways, there it was, once again, the smile, the smile that now reached his green, oh so green-green eyes. And that's when I finally got my answer, the MORE, the MORE I knew he needed, and the MORE that I would always want.

Caught up in my big ass gay daydream, the bench below me shifted side-eyeing the creature beside me I annoyingly huffed, realizing it was only my butt of a sister sitting down. Don't get me wrong, I love my sister to death, would die for her if needed, but did she really have to pick this moment to sit her ass down. And not only her, but her bigger than life boyfriend Emmett. We've only been here a week, and she already has a boyfriend.

The captain off the damn football team no less, nothing small for our Rose. No, when she goes out, she goes all out, and nothing will stand in her way. She's always been more of a social butterfly than me. I've heard she has it all, the height, the looks, the figure, the long blond hair, and those dark baby blues making her the ultimate package. I'm not too shabby myself ya know and not to toot my own horn as her twin, I'm so very much like her – I just choose not to flaunt it. Like her I'm tall and slim, 'I do my best to keep this girlish figure, ya know.' And like her, I have the hair, chin-length golden blond with a little curl on the end. And let's not forget the baby blues, yeah, I got those too.

I'm just not as approachable as Rose. I tend to keep people at arm's length on purpose until I really get to know them, so far it's worked, myself and other people tend to like it that way. Maybe it's the monster bike I ride or the leather jacket and boots or maybe it's the tattoo that I had started on my right arm that scared them.

'Fuck! I love my tattoo.'

It wasn't totally finished back then like it is now, over the years I've added to it. It was my one and only wish for my 16th birthday. My Mama, being the wonderful, understanding, open-minded woman that she is or just to make me shut the hell up regarding the move, let me get it done. But only with the understanding that if I have to dress up in a shirt and tie that others can't see it, and that is why I decided on a sleeve.

It started around my shoulder and ended right above my wrist. Back then it held flames all red and blue for me, showing my heart and passion for life. It also holds the Texas star representing my American flag flying cowboy boot-wearing chewing tobacco spitting home state, and two beautiful roses, one for my Mama, and one for my sister, in their birthstones, of course, entwined with vines and leather straps. I gotta have the leather. Can't have them looking too girlie, right?

And then there's my nipple rings, let's not forget about them- Mama didn't know about them back then, let's face it as wonderful- understanding and open-minded and guilt-stricken as she was- a Saint she was not. Had to keep that one a secret until my 18th birthday, didn't want to give the old lady a heart attack, now did I? So anyway, there ya have it, that's me, in a nutshell, that's what I'm made of, and that's why people tend to stay away.

So there I sat all by myself, the way I kinda liked it until my sister and her big ass boyfriend decided to sit the hell down beside me and try their best to ruin my life.