Thank you rachydoodle, for your help writing this story, really, I have no clue what I'd do without you..

Dedicated to ;; Rachydoodle (:

Disclaimer ;; I don't own twilight, but I'm so addicted, its scary..

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"Sonny, Is that you..?" My mom yelled from the kitchen. Oh no. My mom was in the kitchen. This could not end up well. I turned to Jasper, and spoke, my face was serious, as was my tone. This was unusual, for me especially.

"Brace yourself for what your about to see. Oh and, Excuse my mother she's a little…mental."

Jasper stared at me confused. I took a deep breath, and headed for the kitchen. I almost hit my head off the wall there and then. Jasper laughed. His laugh was so good natured, I couldn't help but join in. there in the kitchen, was my mother, covered head to to toe in cake mixture. The kitchen was a state.

"Uhh, Mom…I think we need to clear up…seriously.." I tired not to laugh. Sheesh, this serious thing was really difficult. Jasper, being the wonderfully (beautiful) gentleman he was, offered to help. We were going to need an army of cleaners, never mind just the three of us. So I started by collecting the bowls and putting them by the sink. The last bowl to collect was the baking bowl.

Disaster struck.

It all happened so quickly. I crashed to the floor. The bowl shattered. Then I saw red. Jasper gasped. And edged out of the door. Before I could ask what was wrong. He was gone, like a leaf caught in the wind. My mom gasped, and looked at my hand. It was cut worse than I had expected. Suddenly, my mom grabbed my right arm ( I had injured my left hand) and pulled me to the feet. She made me sit in the living room while she cleaned up. Then it was off the hospital we go.

Holy sweet luigi. The doctor who saw to my hand, was beautiful. Seriously. What the hell was with Forks and its beautiful men? The Doctor, Dr Cullen I believe his name was, smiled, and tended to my hand, making general chit chat. He asked how we had settled in. then he asked me an odd question.

"So you're the girl my Jasper has been talking about.. Sonny is it?"

Ohmygod. It was Jaspers dad. Wait, Jasper had been talking about me? I think I just had heart failure. I nodded my head, I didn't know what to say. Did the beautiful gene run in this family or what? Anyway, I needed 5 stitches, and a piece of that stupid insert random swear words here bowl.

So with my hand stitched up and put in a bandage, we went home ready to tell my dad what happened. Dad shook his head and laughed. And ordered in some Chinese. I love Chinese food seriously, its awesome. After tucking into my favourite, chicken curry. I went upstairs. I had a lot to think about. Why had Jasper ran? I mean, he didn't seem the type to worry about blood. But then again.. He never told me what he was. He could manipulate emotions, as proved on my first day in music. He wasn't a vampire was he? Now I'm being stupid I scolded myself. Vampires were about as real as werewolves. Maybe he just doesn't like blood.

After I brushed my teeth, and got into bed. I fell into a sleep. A sleep riddled with nightmares.

"Daddy.. no! Leave mommy alone.."

That monster, also known as my dad lunged forward. He was drunk. He was drunk, and holding a knife. I started to cry then, my three year old self was too young to understand. There was a flash of silver, then blackness.

I sat bolt upright. Tears streamed down my face. Perhaps I should Explain, Although Vincent isn't my real dad, he seems like it. I can't even remember my real dads name. When I was three, my real dad was an alcoholic. One night, he came home, and he was really drunk. When he got drunk. He was evil. He and my mom started arguing, and then he started hitting her. I tried to stop it, only for my dad to lunge at me with a knife. I missed me by an inch.. And then, he passed out on the floor. In the meantime, my mom phoned the police. He got 15 years. For attempting murder, and other things.

I couldn't go back to sleep now. I was too afraid of the dreams. My alarm went off. But I was awake, dressed and showered long before then. Today I was wearing black skinnies, an Antic café shirt, and my knee high converse. My hair was its usual style. I went downstairs, my dad had to leave early this morning for a meeting. So he wasn't there, my mom made me some coffee, and I fixed myself some cereal. I could barely eat. I was haunted by my dreams.

I heard a car horn beep. So I stood up, and walked outside. It was Jasper. I grabbed my books, and yelled by to my mom. I got in the car, and looked at Jasper. It felt awkward, since last night he ran when I was hurt. The silence was almost painful. Then, a beautiful southern drawl broke the silence.

"Sonny, I'm so sorry. I should have stayed and helped. But I couldn't but please understand, I couldn't have stayed. I would have done something I would have regretted. What that is, I can't tell you. But please forgive me."

I stared at him. How could I be mad, or upset with him? He was so lovely, a truly great friend. And only a friend. I knew deep down, I probably loved him, but I dismissed it as a crush. A simple, teenage crush. I spoke now, my voice was jumpy. I was trying not to cry. Not because of what happened. But because he was being so sweet.

"Jasper, I couldn't stay mad at you for a second, and anyway, I wasn't mad at all.."

He looked at me. He knew something was wrong but didn't question me. My dream was still bothering me, I hadn't had nightmares since I was about 15. I'm 18 now.

We got into school, Science first two. Joy. Thankfully Jasper was in my class. We took our seats. Today we were learning all about virus's and bacteria. Oh the joy. Jasper and I remained silent until the bell went for break. I walked outside, and sat on one of the benches. And Jasper sat beside me. He looked at me. I wanted to hug him, no scrap that I just wanted him. But I knew he saw me as a friend, and nothing more. All I could think was thank god its Friday.

"hey, Son, I want to make up for yesterday, would you like to come over to my house? My parents wont mind..Nor will Edward, heck you can even meet Emmet and Rosalie. Rosalie is my twin, she would have usually been in school, but she and Emmet went on a small trip to Alaska. "

Jasper sounded so sweet then I wanted to laugh. Instead, I smiled, and nodded my head.

"yeah, sounds fun.."

"great I'll pick you up tomorrow, around say 10-ish? "

"yeah sounds good."

--------*Time skip;; later that evening ;; Time skip*-------

What was I going to wear? From what I've saw, most of Jaspers family were beautiful, and stylish, and godlike. I decided to dress normally, hey if they didn't like me normally, they weren't gonna' like me at all. I finally went to sleep. It was 3am. No nightmares haunted me that night. Thank god.

The next day, I was up at 8. Jasper was coming for me. In two hours. I spent all the time being human, showering, brushing my teeth, eating, getting dressed. I could hardly keep still. Then. A heard a tap on the door. I jumped up, and almost ran right through the door. I flung it open. And there was the postman. He look startled, and I blushed. I took the packages and left them in the kitchen, mom wasn't up yet, nor was dad. Ten minutes later, Jasper knocked on the door. I answered the door normally, incase it was the post man again. But no, it was my southern angel, what the hell was I saying. I weird myself out sometimes. Once again. He held the door open for me. And on the way to his house, we made general chit chat, like, have you seen that new vampire film? Or what do you think of pie..?

Holy dear crash bandicoot. Their house was huge and beautiful. Jasper got out first and opened the door for me. He was such a gentleman. We were greeted by his family. Edward was there, and Bella, and Dr Cullen, who later told me to call him Carlisle. The other three I did not know, were introduced to me. The lovely, warm kind hearted one, was named Esme, she was lovely. And so accepting. The big, bear like one was Emmett. I liked him, he was funny, although he kept calling me midget. And then, we get to Malibu Barbie, sorry I meant Rosalie. I mean seriously, Barbie eat your freakin' heart out. I disliked her already.

"Oh.. your Sonny." The blonde spoke, it was almost a sneer, it reminded me of almost a hiss.

"Yeah, I'm Sonny, what's it to you, Barbie." I leered back, two could play at her little game. Then Emmett stepped between us.

"Hey, Hey, Hey you two.. There's no need.."

I looked at the tall young man before me, and then peeked around behind him, and glared at Rosalie. Jasper laughed nervously, and suggested we go upstairs. I agreed, only so I didn't have lose IQ points standing in the same room as Barbie.

Jasper's room was clean, and spacious. One of his walls was a massive floor to ceiling window. He even had a sofa. His bed was pushed into the far corner. It looked like it had never been used. He threw himself down upon the sofa, it was made from white leather. It blended in with his tranquil room.

"make yourself at home Son."

I sat down beside him. And we got talking about music, then he lifted up his guitar. And began playing. He played 'your guardian angel' I couldn't help but feel it was directed at me. When he finished, I clapped and whistled childishly. He nudged me laughing, after he set his guitar down of course. I nudged him back. We went on like this for a few minutes. Then it went quiet. And before I could realise what was going on, I felt jaspers lips against mine. I swear if I die, I'd die happy. Then Edward tapped on the door, receiving no answer, he walked straight in. and stood gob smacked for a few moments. Suddenly Jasper pulled away. Blushing, I couldn't see myself in the mirror but I bet I was blushing too. Edward spoke, trying not to laugh.

"Uhh, I'm sorry.. did I interrupt something.?."

Jasper looked at me, and I looked at him. We remained silent. Edward burst out laughing and left, no doubt gone to tell Bella and the others. We remained in awkward silence. And then Jasper spoke in his southern drawl.

"Sonny.. I'm sorry, I didn't know what came over me.. I.."

"I~it's okay..d~don't worry about it.." I interrupted him. Dear lord I was stammering.

And that's when I realised. I realised, that maybe he did like me. If I die, I will die happy tonight.