First and foremost this is the original story before I started to rewrite it... and got stuck in the writing of the rewrite. If you are following the rewrite you will notice quite glaring differences between this and the one you have already started following. I do not intend on giving up with the rewritten version, however I think you guys waiting for me to get over my blank slate of a muse isn't going to happen any times soon. So I am re-posting the original. This was my first completed story and it is very different to how my last stories flow.
Secondly, this is not beta'ed. NOT AT ALL. There will be mistakes in spelling (I'm Australian and some words we spell differently). The layout will honestly have you wondering what the hell I was thinking. I wasn't; well that's not true. What I was thinking was that I knew what I was doing and screw anyone else... yes I was a conceited little shit even at the age of 31.
Thirdly, there is 68 chapters to this story, including the epilogue and two out takes. All of which have been uploaded to my profile so I should be able to update daily. Please understand that I have a busy life in the real world. This includes two children, one grown and the other with disabilities. So while I should be able to update wherever I am, if something happens please understand that I will miss updating.
Last but not lease. I am not SM. Not even close. I do not own the franchise, work in any capacity with the publishing houses or studios. I merely escaped from reality to play with some characters that I fell in love with while reading four books in the matter of days.
JPOV
Looking back now I can see how the past three months were hectic, hell I can even tell you I was just about to give up everything that I was resigned that our friend James wouldn't be able to find out any information on the girl of my dreams. But he had. And I owe it all to the poor kid and the red head at Twilight Hotel.
Flash back
Emmet and I made it to the hotel with more excitement than would be required for males on a quick trip. I think for Emmett it was more for my benefit than anything else. But hey I'd take what I get for it. But what wasn't the best part was that a first we weren't able to talk to anyone. Apparently there had been an accident, well more like a fuck up. One of their ex-employees had been skimming from credit cards and spending up big. And as I wasn't the one who paid for the room I can understand the hesitancy to give me the information. It wasn't until the red head that was on that night remembered me that it was confirmed that I actually stayed at the hotel. So now at that particular hotel I was known as sex on legs. Emmett got a real kick out of that.
"Do you know what room you were staying in then Mr.?" the manager asked.
The kid, yes kid looked like he just got out of high school and he was seen as the manager. Yeah I wasn't gonna get any shit from this kid.
"Jasper Whitlock, but the room was in her name. Room 17, we were in the big red monster of a Chevy truck, noisy as hell at that too." I know the smile on my face was there and I really couldn't give a flying fuck in space right now.
The kid went through the papers from that night, and it was torture that it was taking so freaking long. I mean seriously I gave him the room number; all he had to do was find the paper work for that night and then check out the correct room. Yeah I was getting annoyed but this woman has been on my mind for over a month now.
"Are you sure that her name was Bella? All we have for that room is a Miss I. Swan. But the description that you gave of her vehicle is correct. Red Chevy... Vicky old as hell isn't a description that the insurance company would take seriously." The kid croaked out. I couldn't help but laugh. It was the perfect description of that monster.
Eventually he gave us all the information he could give us. The name I. Swan and the name of the credit card company. With that we headed back to Emmett's home. Not knowing what the next move would be. I had called the credit card company and they were definitely not going to help with giving the billing address over. I had checked the DMV to see if they could give me more information about the truck, but as I didn't have the license plate number they couldn't give me more than that.
I had nothing. It was like those dreams where you chase something for what feels like forever and it always stays one step out of your reach. No matter how you try to tackle it. The one avenue we couldn't take was using Rose's contacts with the paper. There was no way we were going to put her job in jeopardy, even if she did offer to check it out for us. We didn't even tell her the name, in case she decided to check things out for herself; because she definitely would have done something like that.
It took us two weeks to figure out that James was now living in the area, and that he would probably be able to get further than we had ever done. With that in mind we set up a meeting with our old platoon member. Not knowing if he would be able to find anything or otherwise; though they had more faith in his work than they did their own. He was after all the reconnaissance master, able to find out things that no other was.
Hell his work had saved both their asses countless times when things got too rough out there. It was part of the reason why the army was so reluctant to lose him to his new calling. His view was that he had done his best for his country and therefore filled his father's wishes now it was time to do as he wished. And his training came in handy with all aspects of police work. It was no wonder he was able to climb the ranks so fast.
End flash back
It was this work that found both Emmett and I standing in front of an old house. It was clearly loved, paint was recently re-coated, the yard was immaculate with the garden smelling of freesia and honey suckles. You could see the forest where it met the yard surrounding the two-story home. They had been sitting in the truck for at least 10 minutes while I got settled my nerves.
"Dude, you gonna sit there all day or you gonna go and knock on the door? What the hell man it's taken us three months to find the girl." Emmett's pep talks never really meant to be persuasive; it's why he never wanted to work with others too much.
It caused more trouble than it was worth. Blunt and to the point, almost to a fault; running my hands through my hair; my nerves not going anywhere. Emmett was right we had spent the last three months looking for this girl and now that we had found her why was I still sitting here?
"Look, if you tell anyone I'm gonna kick your ass, even if that someone is Rose. What if she's with someone, what if I was just a one night fun and games thing?" Finally voicing my fears actually felt kinda good, better in fact than I'd had felt in the last week, after getting all the information on one Miss Isabella Marie Swan.
"Give me your wallet ass wipe." Emmett's ever so gentle attitude kicked in at high speed.
Raising an eyebrow, I slowly handed him his wallet not knowing what his best mate was going to do next. Needless to say when he went straight for the little note that I had kept all this time I was shocked.
"Listen here fucker. I may not be the best at understanding romance and all that shit. But if a girl writes something like this after just one night; there's no way in hell that she didn't mean it. Now get your ass out of this truck before I drag you out." Yep Emmett blunt but to the point.
Well I didn't know what to do with that. How the hell could he know about that little piece of her, the one thing I had that I could keep of her. With a quick glance to the guy I had gone through so much shit with, and stepping out of the truck I made my way up the path. A few so called calming breaths later knocking on the door was like going on the first date all over again back in junior high. Nervous as hell and hoping to god that I don't fuck this up.
Holy hell, they grow them big here. "Hey what can I do for ya?" that tall Native American at the door answers.
"I'm looking for Isabella, is she home?" yeah not to fucking stalker-ish there now. The guy gives me the once over, what he's looking for I don't know but I don't think I passed the test.
"Sorry she don't live here anymore. She moved out a few months back. How do you know Isabella?" Well shit what do I say here, I'm the guy that fell in love with her after one night, and I think she fell in love with me too. Yeah that shit won't work.
"Jasper, what's going on, can't find her?" Emmett calls from the truck. He quickly sees the guy standing at the door, and shuts the hell up.
"I'm a friend of hers from Texas, I was passing though on my way back home and I thought I would surprise her." I replied hoping that it would at least take some of the tension off the situation. Well it was sorta true.
"Sorry man can't help you. She's back in Texas living with her old college room-mate and her hubby. Give me your number, and next time I talk to her I'll give it to her." He seems genuine about helping me out. So quickly writing my number on the piece of paper he handed me I turn back to the truck and get ready to head back home.
"So dude what's the verdict? She home, who was the big guy?" Emmett's firing questions like he's got a list that he needs to follow. And he probably does, knowing Rose.
"She doesn't live here anymore, she moved to Texas a few months ago. No clue who the guy is though. But I'd guess he's a friend and nothing more or he'd be there with her." Hell what was I gonna say. I had no idea who he was and what he was to her. I just hoped he would give her my number next time he talked to her.
Starting the truck it was time to turn back and head home. I couldn't go any further without finding more about her. Looks like James has more work to do. And while he did that I had better get things together. 3 months of looking for my Bella, my unattainable angel, and now it was time to join the real world.
"Hey that job still open that you said was starting soon?" I spoke up breaking the silence in the cab. Emmett's expression was easy to read, he was pissed. Why no clue but I can tell you one thing about Emmett, he would let me know within the next 10 seconds.
"What the fuck Jazz, we spent the last three months looking for this girl and no you're gonna give up. Hell I could have stayed home with my wife if this was gonna happen!" see less than 10 seconds.
He better not take it out on the truck, Peter would kill me, and if not him Char would.
"Calm the fuck down Emm, I ain't given up, but it costs money to go searching for her. Plus I need to do something while I get James back on this. I'd go insane sitting around doing nothing." Bringing the big man down is easy at times but I was glad that I knew him well enough. Big tough guy up front, but once you know him your gravy.
Two days of driving and all I can say is thank fuck. Not that I didn't find my missing girl, but sitting in that fucking truck for so long isn't a good thing. Even with the stops over night at hotels (and not the Twilight Hotel) I'm still fucking sore. I'd take breaking in horses any day of the week. When we got to the apartment Rose was at work, and Emmett heads for their room. I'm to fucking tired to sleep, but too sore not to lie down. It would have been amazing to have been able to talk to her, see her, and even know where she was. Texas is a huge ass state, with god only knows how many people populating the state. What I wouldn't do to have something of her, some connection to the one woman that had changed my life and my way of seeing everything.
