Ivy
Jasper had asked me over to meet his parents this weekend. I agreed and was now freaking out over what I was going to wear and worrying about what they would think of me. Who cared if they were aliens? They were still important to him which made them important to me. If anything, I mentally thanked Lisa for showing me and Kelly a picture of Dr. Cullen. Had I not been prepared, I probably would have either tried to kiss him or fainted dead on the spot.
I agreed to meet his parents with the proviso that he met mine when he came to pick me up. He promised he would. So that left me trying on every decent piece of clothing I owned. I opted for a dark green long-sleeved top with a draped neckline and black denim pants.
I ran a brush through my hair and sprinted downstairs when I heard his truck pull into the driveway.
"Mom! Dad! He's here! Please be nice to him," I told them as they made a welcoming committee in the foyer with Lily bringing up the rear.
I pulled open the door and ushered him inside. He always looked so heart-stoppingly gorgeous. Or was it heart-racingly, because my heart sped up just looking at him.
"Jasper, this is my mom Vanessa, my dad Tyler and my sister Lily," I introduced as my parents shook his hand. To my parent's credit, they didn't flinch at how cold his hand surely was. Lily just gaped.
"Mom, Dad, Lily this is Jasper," I finished.
"It's such a pleasure to finally meet you," my mom told him sincerely. My parents knew how much I cared for him and wanted to make him feel welcome. "Would you like to come inside?"
"The pleasure is all mine, ma'am," he said, making his accent more pronounced. My mom looked slightly dazzled for a second before asking him to call her Vanessa and ushering us all into the living room. I took a seat beside Jasper on the love seat with my parents sitting on the couch facing us. Lily floated into the room, still staring and looked like she wanted to crawl onto Jasper's lap and run out of the room at the same time. It's sort of how I initially felt about him. Only now I just wanted to crawl onto Jasper's lap and stay there.
"Lily?" my dad said, calling her over to him as she sat next to him. He patted her head affectionately.
"I'm so glad to meet Ivy's family, at last. She talks about you all the time," Jasper said conversationally. "I can see you've raised two beautiful daughters," he winked at Lily who went beet red, still staring at him.
He was such a charmer that my parents already really liked him. They asked him about the rest of the Cullens, about what he planned to do after graduation (he wanted to study philosophy), about his interests and hobbies. He answered everything with comfortable ease.
"Let the poor kid breath, Nessa," my dad joked to my mom. "You seem like a good guy, Jasper. Just treat this lady right," he gestured to me, "And you'll always be welcome here."
"I will, sir," Jasper said, taking my hand.
"Please call me Tyler," my dad said and I beamed at my parents. I thought things were going rather well.
My mom looked at the clock on the wall, "Look at the time, you two. You don't want to keep the Cullen's waiting," my mom said mostly to me.
I collected my jacket from the entry hall and went out to Jasper's truck as he held the door open for me.
"My parent's probably want to adopt you now. Way to go," I joked. I almost made a joke about not being able to date my step-brother but stopped myself when I realized that was almost what he had going on with Alice. Shit. I realized Alice would be there with the rest of the Cullens. I wondered if it felt weird to still live with your ex.
"You seem worried," he looked at me with concern, taking my hand. Damn. I thought I had been hiding it well.
"I can't help it. It's a big step, you know?" I said. He just gave my hand a squeeze. We drove all the way out of town and then down a twisting path through the trees. Is this where they hide their spaceship? I wondered, not sure if I meant it.
We came up to an enormous and gorgeous house of glass, steel and wood. I couldn't see any spaceships.
"Wow! It's beautiful!" I told him as we got out of the truck and made our way to the door. My nervousness increased the closer we got. Just before we reached the top step, I felt my anxiety recede in a way that I knew wasn't normal.
I glanced sharply at Jasper, "Is that you?" I whispered. It didn't make any sense but I let it go. I had more important things to worry about just now.
Jasper just smiled and let us in. The family were all in the open plan living room, hanging back, probably to not overwhelm me. I appreciated it.
"Welcome Ivy, I'm Carlisle Cullen," the blonde god himself stepped closer. No picture could have prepared me for this man in the flesh. I backed up a step, and felt Jasper behind me as a grounding presence. I didn't feel uncomfortable; I just didn't want to forget myself and climb Carlisle like a tree. I heard Edward snigger. I mentally frowned. What was he laughing at?
"This is my wife Esme," Carlisle continued, as an amazingly lovely woman stepped forward slowly, probably having seen me back away from her husband.
"Hello Ivy," she gave me such a warm smile that was so similar the one my mom gave me. I smiled back and nodded.
"The rest of my family you might already know," Carlisle continued.
I was surprised to see Bella there. "Apart from Edward and Bella, I know them only by name," I said honestly.
"I'm Emmett. I'm the only person you'll remember after tonight. The rest are all boring," boomed the giant man with curly hair. He had a contagious grin.
"I think your stature alone makes you hard to forget," I grinned, already liking him.
"This is my Rosalie," he said.
"Hello," I said to her tentatively. She was as intimidating as ever. She shocked the hell out of me when she smiled.
"Hello Ivy. It's nice to officially meet you. Jasper can never shut up about you," she said in a stage whisper.
"It's nice to meet you officially too," I told her, meaning it. Maybe I had been too hasty to judge a book by its cover.
"I'm Alice," came a neutral voice from the pixie standing by the stairs.
"Hi Alice," I could feel the awkwardness thick in the air. Then calm washed over me again and I wanted to elbow Jasper in the stomach but couldn't do so in front of his family. It had to be his doing. "Nice to meet you," I said.
"You too," she replied but there was an undercurrent of something… just something. Not necessarily unpleasant but not friendly either. It felt like she was assessing me.
"You must be hungry," Esme said, gesturing for me to follow her to the eating counter in the kitchen. She called Bella over too and I greeted her.
"I hope you'll forgive us if we've already eaten," she said with a look of contriteness.
"It's fine," I reassured her honestly. I knew none of them ate in public. I didn't even know if they ate human food. What do aliens even eat?
Bella and I took seats at the counter as Esme dished out a huge plate of spaghetti Bolognese.
"Mrs. Cullen, this is absolutely the best pasta I've ever had," I told her and it was true. She looked both pleased and extremely relieved.
"Thank you, dear!" she said. "And please call me Esme."
Jasper, leaning against the counter beside me told me sotto voce, "She made the pasta from scratch but thought she might have put too much flour in."
"It's perfect," I told him. My parents weren't too bad in the kitchen but they never made homemade pasta. It was delicious.
Bella and I finished our plates and Jasper took me for a tour of the house. On the third floor was the part I most wanted to see: Jasper's room. He opened the solid oak door to reveal what looked more like a study than a room. There was a desk with a sleek new laptop sitting on it. A brown leather armchair and side table with a Tiffany lamp. A leather couch in matching tobacco shades. One wall was a solid pane of glass overlooking the back lawn and dark forest beyond. All the other walls were recessed bookcases with soft indirect lighting illuminating the titles. There were two doors apart from the entry from the hallway. I assumed they were a closet and a bathroom.
The first thing I noticed was by far the oddest. There was no bed. For a moment I thought that this might be his study and he had a bedroom elsewhere but he had introduced this as his room.
"You don't have a bed," I stated.
"No."
I stopped myself from huffing in frustration. "Where do you sleep?"
"I don't."
"At all?" I gaped.
"At all," he confirmed.
"What the hell are you?" I asked, exasperated.
"I told you I can't tell you," he said apologetically. "Do you have any theories?" he asked.
"Aliens," I told him immediately. He didn't look surprised and I told him as much.
"Edward told me what you suspected," he said.
"How? I never told him that," I asked, suspicious as to how he could have possibly known my theory.
Jasper walked to the couch and sat down. He held out his hand to me, I walked over and sat holding his hand.
"Ivy, you know that we're not human. If I were to tell you what we are, you and I would both be at risk. My…" he paused, "race is governed by one strict rule: no one is to know about us. Those in charge will eliminate anyone who finds out to minimize the risk of exposure of our world."
"And by eliminate you mean kill?" I asked far more calmly than I felt. Jasper nodded.
"They would kill you and most likely my family for telling you what we are."
"Outside the house. You did something to my emotions, didn't you?" I phrased it as a question but I knew he had some sort of extra power.
"Some of my kind have what we call 'gifts'. I'm an empath. I have the power to feel the emotions of others and manipulate them."
"Have you manipulated me often, then?" I asked dangerously. He winced at my accusatory tone.
"Not even a handful of times. I swear it. I only ever did it to make you feel more comfortable," he admitted.
I wasn't sure how to take this but how dare he?! My emotions were my own, I didn't want anyone filtering them.
"Guess how I'm feeling now," I snarked, snatching my hand away from him and going to stand against the opposite wall, as far from him as I could get.
"I don't need to be an empath to understand that you feel angry and betrayed. I deserve it. It's no excuse but it's second nature to me to try and soothe people's more violent emotions. I'm so sorry if I've overstepped your boundaries." He looked so sincere and upset. I felt my irritation dissipate.
"Are you using your gift on me now?" I asked warily. If he was, I was going to run away and never see him again.
"No. Why?"
"Because I'm already feeling embarrassed about my outburst," I told him, unclenching my fists and leaning back against the wall. "I'm sorry too."
"What for?" he looked up from the couch where he still sat.
"For my overreaction. I don't like the idea of anyone influencing me in any way," I paused, unsure how to ask my next question, "Did you ever make me feel more…attracted to you?"
He gave me a small smirk. "That was all you. And may I say that your lust is entirely welcome and wholly reciprocated."
Wait. Did he just say he was attracted to me? I found it hard to believe he lusted after me the way I lusted after him.
"However, your lust for Carlisle weirds me out," he kept that smirk on his face.
"Oh god," I moaned bringing my hands up to cover my face in embarrassment. "I'm sorry! I can't help it!"
With my eyes still covered, I felt Jasper walk towards me. He gently took my hands from my face and held them.
"Look at me, Darlin'," he said gently. I did, cheeks still burning with embarrassment.
"There's nothing to apologize for," he told me, "It's fine to lust after a great many things but there's so much more than that between us and that's what matters. I swear to you I won't ever influence your emotions unless you ask me to. I want to be worthy of your trust. I love you, Ivy."
Oh, wow.
Never did I ever imagine I'd receive such a declaration of love. He loved me. This was insane.
"So what I'm feeling is all mine?" I asked, still unsure.
"It's all yours," he confirmed.
I disengaged my hands from his and slid them up his chest to his hair. I nearly squealed when I ran my hands through it. Three years of wishful thinking finally coming true. I brought my hands to his face and stared into his golden eyes.
"I love you, Jasper," I told him. His eyes seemed to darken as I pulled his face down to mine and pressed our lips together. I felt an intense surge of pleasure and desire shoot through me and gasped, pulling away.
"Sorry," Jasper said sheepishly, "That was me. When I feel really strongly about something, I accidentally project it onto others."
"You were feeling that?" I asked, pleased. He nodded, looking unsure of himself. It seems he did want me as much as I wanted him. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back over to the couch.
"Show me again," I breathed. For a second time, a searing flash of desire electrified every nerve in my body. I whimpered, buried my hands in his hair and forcefully pushed our lips together. It was like kissing a marble statue that kissed me back. My lips gave way to his; mine had no hope of moving stone. I didn't care. I remembered what I had imagined him to feel and taste like when I sat behind him in class. It wasn't even close. It was far, far better. He would stop when I pressed against his chest, pant to get air for a few seconds and go back in for more until I had to breath again.
Jasper moved to kiss along my jaw and I tilted my head to allow it. I couldn't tell if I was feeling my own feelings or his but they were exactly the same so it didn't matter.
He started to kiss my neck and I don't know why but I jumped up and away from him as if burned. I didn't know which of us was more startled.
"Jasper, I'm sorry!" I said, still panting. "I don't know why I did that…" I was confused at my reaction to him. I hadn't felt uncomfortable at his touch for a while now. Something about his mouth near my neck had my skin crawling. It made no sense.
"I'm the one who's sorry," he stood too, not sounding out of breath at all. "I shouldn't have just mauled you like that. How about we figure out what's okay and what's not together," he suggested and I nodded. He opened his arms to me and I leant into him, wrapping our arms around each other.
"I can't hear your heartbeat," I told him, moving my ear around his chest to catch the comforting sound.
"I promise you it's in there somewhere," he laughed but it sounded strained.
We sat back down in comfortable silence before I remembered that Jasper never said how Edward knew I suspected they were aliens. I asked him.
"It's his gift," he explained. "Edward reads minds." I stared at him for a good long while until he quirked an eyebrow. "I can't read minds so please tell me what you're thinking."
I wanted to ask him if he was serious but I knew he was. "Are you saying that Edward can hear my thoughts at any given time?"
"Yeah. Try living with him. It's awful."
"Oh god." At least Jasper didn't know about some of the fantasies I'd had about him. Or did he?
"Have you ever asked him about some of my thoughts?" I asked. He hesitated. "I won't be angry with you," I promised. I meant it. I'd be angry at Edward.
"Once or twice," he admitted guiltily. I appreciated his honesty.
"And what did he tell you, apart from my alien theory?" afraid to know the answer.
Jasper grinned his wickedest smirk, "Just something about you tying me to a bed and licking me."
"I am going to murder Edward. Slowly," I growled despite my flaming red face. I glanced at Jasper's door, debating on whether I should murder him now or later.
"Later, please!" I heard him shout from downstairs. My mouth dropped open. Fuck, he can hear me from here?!
"Yes," Edward called.
"Jesus Christ, kill him for me, will you Jasper?"
"I'd love to but he's family so I can't. Can I just say that that fantasy has haunted me since I heard about it?" He looked absolutely predatory.
I stood from the couch and backed away towards the bookcase where I had stood earlier. I wasn't afraid, just very turned on. Jasper stood and stalked towards me slowly.
"But you don't have a bed," my voice may have cracked.
"I'll buy one and maybe we can try it out together," he said just above a whisper, getting closer.
Jesus, I think my brain just short circuited.
Jasper reached me and took both my wrists in his and held them above my head against the bookcase. I felt the shelves digging into my back and the pain mixed with my captive hands was so unbelievably erotic. I knew Jasper could feel it.
"I need you to keep your tongue away from my teeth," he growled and I thought I might have misheard him but he roughly crushed his lips to mine in a searing kiss before licking my bottom lip. I opened my mouth eagerly to let him in and did, in fact, keep my tongue away from his teeth. I wasn't sure why he wanted that but I did it anyway. I think I may have moaned like a wanton whore into his mouth at some point. I felt Jasper's free hand slide to my ass and push my hips into his, making me arch my back. I could feel his arousal pressing against me, adding to my exhilaration. Having my hands restrained was more exciting than I had imagined it would be. I really wanted that bed right about now and I didn't care who was tied up and who was licking.
Jasper started moving his tongue in and out of my mouth in an imitation of something far naughtier. In and out, in and out, iiiiiiin and ouuuuut. My eyes rolled up in my head and my toes curled. I knew that I was going to spontaneously combust at any second.
God, it's like sucking on a popsicle, I thought. My unhelpful brain told me that the rest of him would be just as cold and I couldn't wait to feel him inside me someday soon.
He slid his tongue out completely and wound down the ferocity with sweet, lingering kisses to my bruised lips. He rested his forehead against mine with his eyes closed.
"I love you, Ivy," he whispered, cradling my face ever so gently with both his hands as if I were made of porcelain.
"I love you, Jasper," I replied, winding my freed arms around his deliciously narrow waist.
It took me a minute to register, but my tongue felt weird. It was tingling, almost stinging. I moved it around my mouth, trying to get rid of the pins and needles feeling.
"Are you and Edward the only gifted ones here?" I asked once the stinging sensation diminished, silently hoping it was only those two who could do freaky stuff.
"Alice has visions of the future. She can see outcomes based on the decisions people make. If their decisions change, so does the vision."
I rolled my eyes. Could these powers get any stranger?
"Anyone else?" I was afraid to hear Carlisle could shoot lasers from his eyes or something.
"Nope. That's all," he grinned, no doubt feeling my trepidation and subsequent relief.
"Does Bella know about you?" I asked Jasper, still wrapped around him.
"Yeah," Jasper said, kissing my hair.
"Does she know what you are?" I asked, pulling my head back to look at him.
"Yes," he said with a grim expression.
"How come she gets to know and I don't?" I said, insulted.
"Edward told her. We all think it's wrong. It does put her at a terrible risk but we have the feeling she wants to be one of us."
I completely extricated myself out of his arms and sat in his leather armchair. He took the desk chair and sat it in front of me, sitting on it backwards with his long legs wrapped around the back.
"So that's an option?" I asked eagerly. Maybe I could be a gorgeous, golden-eyed weirdo like them?
Jasper sighed as if weary. "I'll make you a deal. I'll keep all the secrets I need to keep and tell you enough to make a decision. But, in return, I need you to promise to not try and figure out what we are. I know you already promised to keep the secret and I know you'll hold up that end of the bargain but I can't risk your life for the sake of figuring out what we are. Do we have a deal?"
That sounded good to me. I leant over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I agree, and sealed it with a kiss." That seemed good enough for Jasper.
"We are a different species. We have abilities far beyond a normal human's. Some of us are gifted. Our governing body does not allow us to divulge our secret world to anyone. As I've mentioned before, if they find out a layperson knows, it's likely that they will kill that person to keep the secret safe. They might also punish the ones who told that person the secret because they are also a risk to the rest of my kind.
"The second option would be to make the person who knows the secret like us. There's a horrendous process to undergo to make a person into my kind but it's possible. It's irreversible and has its own consequences.
"So if I told you what we are, you would have to choose to risk death or to become one of us."
I nodded, trying to process all of this. I was dying with curiosity but I made a deal and I would keep my promise not to try to figure out what they were.
"What are the consequences of becoming like you?"
"The two worst consequences are that you would likely murder many people, either accidentally or on purpose, and you would never be able to see your family and friends again."
I paled. Those were both too awful to contemplate. I didn't know how changing myself could result in those outcomes but I couldn't bear to even think about it.
"I don't want to know. I don't want to be killed, obviously, but I certainly don't want to suffer those drawbacks," I told Jasper and he nodded his understanding.
We straightened ourselves out, well okay, I straightened myself out. Jasper still looked like a supermodel. My hands in his hair only made it slightly more disheveled. I wondered how he'd look with sex hair… No! Bad Ivy. Down girl!
Once downstairs, Emmett said more loudly than necessary, "I know this house is big but clearly it doesn't take that long for a tour!"
I just smirked and gave Emmett an exaggerated wink. Even if we were to deny it, I think it was obvious what we were doing up there with the state of my swollen lips. I chatted with Rose and Em for a while and Jasper dropped me off at home, but not before sharing several kisses in his truck.
I called out to the house that I was home and heard a 'did you have fun?' from the direction of my parent's bedroom and answered that I loved Jasper's family and that he and I were going to elope in the morning. I heard them chuckle and my dad said, "Have fun with that, sweet pea!". I laughed and got ready for bed.
Life went on normally after that, only with far more physicality between Jasper and myself. Often times I'd go to the auditorium at lunch to practice the violin and Jasper would be with me, either simply listening, or doing his homework or reading. Just being in each other's presence was enough for us. And, you know, sometimes mauling each other in the dark because we had trouble keeping our hands off each other.
With graduation a month away, I was blindsided when I received a hand written note from Jasper that his whole family and Bella were experiencing a rather big problem. They had left and wouldn't be back for an undetermined amount of time. The note told me not to worry, but that was easier said than done. Jasper didn't say it outright, but this clearly had to do with their secret. So far, I had kept my promise and hadn't even so much as Googled 'cold skin' or 'golden eyes'.
When the family returned, Bella's leg was in a cast with some minor cuts on her pale skin healing. I was relieved nothing worse had befallen the others. I felt bad for Bella and tried to keep up my tentative friendship with her but she only got sucked in deeper with Edward. Her life now solely revolved around him.
Then, at long last, my audition day for EAMS was upon me. Jasper offered to drive me to Seattle, which I accepted. I decided to ask him to do something I never thought I'd want.
"Will you please send me some calm?" I asked him while driving into the big city.
"As you wish, Sugar," he said and I let the feeling wash over me with a contented sigh. I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the passenger seat, letting the calming waves wash over me like warm tropical tides.
"I love you," I whispered to Jasper and he answered with, "I know." I knew we shouldn't have watched Star Wars as often as we did.
All too soon, we were in the parking lot at the Excelsior Academy for Musical Studies. Jasper wasn't allowed to enter with me but he agreed to stay in the truck and wait. He ended the calming sensation and my hands started to shake.
He took them in his hands and said, "I could keep the calm coming, but I think you need to experience this on your own. All your feelings are legitimate and important to acknowledge. And once you get accepted, which you will, you'll know it was on your own merit."
I felt such a surge of love for him that I couldn't even put it into words. Luckily, my boyfriend didn't need words. I gathered all the love I had inside me and clumsily mentally threw them at him. I saw him stagger back a step and knew he'd felt it.
"Sorry. That was probably too forceful," I apologized.
"That's quite alright, Darlin'. You can throw yourself at me any time," he smirked. "Break a leg."
"That's for theatre. Before an imminent performance we say 'toi, toi, toi'," I informed him. He dutifully repeated the saying and I headed for the entrance, giving him a shaky smile before going to face my fate.
I tried not to curse the other violinists but it was hard not to. We were all vying for the same opportunity. I enviously coveted the Stradivarius that one boy had. What I wouldn't give to have one of those…
My name was called and I entered the auditorium, similar to the one at Forks High only much newer and state of the art. Five members of the Admissions division of EAMS sat in the front row with their tablets in front of them for note taking. They would be judging me not only on my overall performance of the work I had chosen but the difficulty of the piece I would play, how faithfully I adhered to the sheet music, and even my bearing on stage. I wore all black as demanded and waited for the judges to give me my cue.
The moment they gave me the green light and I played the first note, my body instantly relaxed and the music flowed out of me. My callused fingers danced over the strings almost of their own volition. I was playing the theme song from Schindler's List. True, it was a gamble because it wasn't classical but it did demonstrate my skill as a soloist. I didn't even bother to look at the judges. I was giving it everything I had and if it wasn't good enough for them, then I didn't want to attend their silly school. OK, that was a lie, it was my dearest wish. The graduates from EAMS were practically automatically given a spot in the orchestra of their choice upon graduation.
I wanted to see the world and had focused on the Tuscany Symphony Orchestra. They toured extensively and were based in, where else, Tuscany. I had traveled there once with my family and it had been my favourite destination ever. The gorgeous rolling hills, the wineries, the warm sunshine, the ancient medieval cities, everything about the Tuscan countryside was paradise to me.
Finishing my piece, I took a formal stage bow as the judges were furiously tapping away at their tablets. One stern looking woman with a severe bun of iron gray hair spared a glance at me saying, "You may go."
Thanks a lot, Debbie Downer, I thought, as I nodded and left the auditorium. I leisurely strolled over to where Jasper waited for me. When I got to the truck, Jasper got out and presented me with a bouquet of red roses. I accepted them, wondering how I ended up with someone so utterly amazing.
"Isn't this what one does after an incredible performance?" he asked innocently but I saw a sparkle of humour in his eyes.
"It is indeed, kind sir," I gave him a passionate kiss, concentrating everything I felt and sending it to him, not as forcefully as before. Love, lust, relief, trepidation, worry, exhaustion. It all poured out of me and into Jasper. He drank it all in and rewarded me with his own love, lust, pride, joy and exhilaration.
"Why are you worried?" he asked me.
"It's just…what if my best wasn't good enough? What do I do if they don't accept me?" I asked, more to myself than him.
"Then they aren't worthy of your time and talent," he said softly, bringing my left hand to his lips and kissing each callused fingertip. I leaned into him. Lord, I loved this man.
"I'm so proud of you, sweet Ivy," he told me and we wound our arms around each other, just basking in the other's presence.
On the drive home, I asked how his college applications were coming along. He had decided to apply for a philosophy major at the University of Washington in Seattle which he was a shoe-in for. His grades were enough to get into any ivy league school but he wanted to stay with me, which melted my heart. If all went according to plan, we would rent an apartment together, graduate together and start a family together. Well, that's how I saw it in my head. Though I had my heart set on the Tuscany Symphony Orchestra, I would give it up to stay with Jasper.
The next day, a Saturday, Lisa and Kelly roped me into an end of high school celebration. We hadn't even started exams but hey, who cares. We were almost finished anyway. We would get drunk and go to the Port Angeles karaoke bar we loved as a last hurrah. The original plan was to get drunk and go streaking but Kelly overruled us, saying she was the sanest of us all so her vote carried more weight. We argued about it but as she was going to be staying in Forks to work at a daycare for the summer, she'd have to show her face in town and she wouldn't be able to if she had been seen starkers by the townsfolk. Besides, who wanted their children cared for by a streaker? We finally conceded.
I called Jasper to see if he and Rosalie wanted to come. They had agreed if they didn't have to also get drunk. Lisa, Kelly and I were fine with it because it's always nice to know you have sober friends to look after you.
Courtesy of our favorite men, Jim Beam, Jack Daniels and José Cuervo at Lisa's, we were thoroughly sloshed. Lisa's parents were away for a week so it was the best place for underage drinking.
Jasper's truck pulled up and he knocked on the door. We stumbled down the stairs, only managing to get to the kitchen door by holding on to each other and any solid objects like Lisa's kitchen table.
A/N: For the record, Jasper's hair is based on New Moon because it's just so gorgeous in that movie. As for his hair in all the other movies, all I can say is, what the hell?! Every time I picture Jasper, my mind always goes to the scene in New Moon where Carlisle is at home, talking about newborns and Jasper is sitting in profile and all I can focus on is his perfect skin, his hair and the intense look in his eyes...Ivy, if you ever don't want that man, I call dibs.
In the next chapter, karaoke and some lemons. ;)