Rosalie was used to working at the garage. It was her safe haven.
So finding Jasper in there had been as unexpected as the place she found him at.
He was in the friggin' backseat of Emmett's jeep .
She had noticed him for the sole fact that the whole place reeked of Alice. One thing that became apparent in their scents these past months was that Jasper's was more intense than Alice's actual scent which made it easier to tell them apart.
He was laying down on the backseat with his legs hanging outside. He looked more focused than she had ever seen him and he didn't even spare her a glance.
She ignored him in order to take it to fix Emmett's car. While she no longer wanted him gone their relationship was near non-existent.
Not that she cared.
She could live with it. Just because they lived under the same roof it didn't mean she had to befriend him, look at her relationship with Edward. And it wasn't as if Jasper himself was particularly close to anyone but Alice, though, for some reason he seemed to have developed an obvious preference for Emmett and Esme.
She could understand that. Esme was a great person to be around and Emmett while annoying was also great to be around.
Edward on the other hand was annoying and brooding, even the empath saw it.
With Carlisle, ever since they went hunting he seemed to have loosen up around him, at least to an extent.
She still had troubles wrapping her head around the fact of who his creator was.
Maria.
Living under that woman's hand along with The Major seemed like the kind of thing no one would survive.
But three had survived.
Charlotte and Peter had seemed civilized enough and Jasper... well, he was civilized enough, sort of, he did had a tendency to growl, growled more than any of them did.
But he was nice... at least nicer than Edward.
She liked him... sort of... He was quiet and he didn't had his head up his ass.
The silence was nice.
That until she heard him shift around, and soon he was half hanging out of the window from the driver's seat and staring at her with a frown.
-How do you write prisma? In English, I mean.
All things expected that was not what Rosalie had expected to hear from him. Much less the random Spanish word.
-You know Spanish?- The question was out before she could stop it.
-Maria was Mexican, she spoke in Spanish sometimes.- Jasper told as a statement of fact.- Prisma?- He asked again.
-Prism. Just drop the 'a'.
-Thanks.- She watched him scribble down on what now she recognized as one of Alice's sketch books. Alice loved showing off her sketches. Yes.
But God forbid someone got a pencil anywhere near them.
-Isn't that Alice's?- Rosalie couldn't help but ask.
-It's.- Was all he said before going back inside the jeep. He spent another while sitting on the driver's seat, writing down on the sketch book and with a frown of absolute concentration plastered on his face. He would scowl sometimes, almost as if annoyed by some invisible person.
She took advantage of his distraction to watch him.
The scars on his skin were no longer as bothersome as when he first arrived. Still a bit intimidating but not bothersome. She had seen Alice trace them a few times. And even past the scars she had to admit he was quite handsome.
She wondered how he had looked as a human, it was a thought she sometimes gave to everyone in the family, how would they have looked as humans, when vampires were turned they changed a lot, their skin grew pale, their eyes lost their original color and sometimes even their hair color changed.
Did he even remember his human life at this point?
A soft smile played on his lips, that was the first time she had ever seen him smile, there was pride in his expression and a near overwhelming adoration.
But just as quick as it appeared as quick as it left.
Weird .
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Rosalie found out what Jasper had been doing on the sketch book not even a week after.
She had one of Alice's sketch books and was looking through it when she came across it.
You came to me like something
I never knew was missing
But so desperately needed.
You came to me like the pristine
heavens opened up and dropped
you into my arms.
Like two lovers fated by stars
and destiny colliding upon
impact.
You came to me as a universe
of love unveiled in your dark
mysteries.
You came to me as the very heart,
The very soul of me.
A poem.
It was written in the most sophisticated cursive handwriting she had ever seen.
She never tagged him as the romantic type, such beautiful words... Part of her felt jealous, she loved Emmett and she knew he loved her, but he would never write her something so sweet, he was a man who believed actions spoke louder than words.
-You found one.- Alice's voice caught her attention and she turned to look at her. She was smiling softly and her eyes seemed to almost twinkle with adoration.
-One?
-Yeah, Jazz, he likes to write stuff on my sketch books at random, it's up to me to come across it at some point.
-That's so sweet.- Esme cooed.
-Yeah, last one was a song, gotta hand it to him, he does quite good at keeping himself out of my visions long enough to write a song.
-He wrote you a song?
-Yup, he's a hopeless romantic.- Alice told proudly, grabbing one of the sketch books and flipping it open, showing the page to Rosalie and Esme.
Esme couldn't help but touch her chest as she read the sophisticated handwriting, such endearing words, such a beautiful heart, he truly was a sweetheart. His love and adoration for Alice were undoubtedly one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen.
Rosalie for her side couldn't help the pang of jealousy, the love between these two was definitely on a whole different level. Emmett wouldn't be caught dead writing something as cheesy as a poem let alone a song. He wasn't the romantic type.
A word caught her attention.
Prism .
So that's why he had been so focused. The little smile full of nothing but pride and adoration.
The idea that he would make such a face over this gave her a new view of him.
He was a hopeless romantic.
He was head over heels for Alice.
When she first saw him she had thought that he had somehow manipulated the little pixie into falling for him. And when she learnt he was an empath part of her had wondered if he was using his gift to manipulate her into liking him.
Because how could someone like Alice be with someone like him?
But it was clear his gift had nothing to do with it. He really loved her, she was his everything, his heart, his soul.
For a couple that had been nothing but two years together their bond was quite the strong one.
A/N:
The poem listed here is a poem by N.R.Hart "Twin Flame, you come to me".
Also. If interested. The song's name is Crash Right Through It; Jackson Rathbone Aka Jasper's actor is the one who sings it, it's from the movie Mixtape, I thought it fitted Alice beautifully.