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Warning this is a boy/boy story, don't like don't read. Rated M for future chapters and just to be safe.

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OK SO Jaspers thoughts are italics and Edwards thoughts are bold italics

Chapter 8

Crap, he's still staring at me, he's not even moving! How creepy! What would he do if I got up and ran? Can I even run? Maybe if I just shift my right leg to the side a little I can get enough momentum to… OUCH MY LEG! Shoot, is it broken?

He's just laying there sprawled out in front of the staircase, is he alright? Will he scream if I try to help him up? Oh what am I thinking? Of course he will panic; he won't want me to touch him. Something as ugly as me has no business laying a hand on an angel.

Wow I must be a freak if I'm able to make a monster go into shock. Of all the times for me to be so clumsy, why did it have to be now? Not only did I look like a complete moron but now Edward knows of my wings. What is he going to do to me with that new information? Crap, speaking of my wings I used them to break my fall, maybe I should check to see if they are broken or something. Concentrating on the muscles in my back I'm able to move my wings without any pain or discomfort. Okay great wings are fine, so it's just my leg then? How weird is this situation right now? I feel like I'm trapped in some freak wonderland like the Wizard of Oz. As a matter of fact, Edward does remind me of the Cowardly Lion, just his appearance of course. What does that make me a flying monkey? No maybe I could be Dorothy because those monkeys are scary. What the hell am I thinking? I must have hit my head pretty hard…

He looks hurt. What should I do? Whoa… his wings are moving a little bit. Would it be strange of me to ask to touch them? Guess so, maybe I should ask him if he needs help.

Jasper POV-

"Jasper, are you hurt? Can I help you?" Edward asks.

When I don't respond he cautiously steps closer and reaches one of his claws towards me.

My body reacts before my mind can catch up. It isn't until I'm huddled in a corner that pain fully registers. It's not just my leg that's hurting but also my hands. Holding up my palms I see deep cuts dripping with blood. Looking around for the source of my injuries I notice shattered glass sprinkled on the floor near the broken window. I ignore the prick of tears as they spill over.

Great, now I can add cry baby to my growing list of bad qualities. This night just keeps getting better and better…

"Jasper, please don't move, I'll go get Emily or Sam to help." The beast says, not daring to come any closer. You know, he kind of reminds me of The Beast from Disney's Beauty and the Beast; it's truly how he looks actually. But then again that is only a movie and it would be someone's sick joke to call me a beauty.

"Wait!" I yell, before I can stop myself, as he turns to leave. "I don't need their help. Maybe you could… um, possibly help me to the bathroom? I can bandage the cuts myself." Just because Edward knows my secret, doesn't mean I'm ready for anyone else to.

"Are you sure? Emily wouldn't mind helping" he says looking unsure about coming near me. Not that I blame him, he may be a beast but even he can be freaked out about a weirdo that sprouts wings in the middle of the night.

Edward POV-

"Please, I'd rather not be seen" Jasper says, looking like a frightened child.

With a nod of my head I slowly walk towards Jasper, careful of the broken glass. Why didn't I clean it up earlier? As I lift Jasper up into my arms and carry him towards the bathroom his small wings softly touch my arm.

Touched by an angel…

I'm pulled out of my thoughts when I feel Jasper's tears soaking through my shirt.

How could I have been such an idiot? What rational being leaves broken glass all over the ground? My forgetfulness has led to someone, no not just someone, but Jasper getting hurt. Maybe all I do is hurt people.

Back in high school, causing Jasper pain was my entertainment. I went out of my way to make fun of him every day, and for what? Just to seem cool? Now look at me, I keep thinking that I have changed and that I am different. But not even 24 hours after Jasper arrives he gets hurt… all because of me.

I take him to the downstairs bathroom and gently place him on the counter.

"Please wait here, I'll get some hydroxide for your hands." I say before quickly leaving him.

Why was I so stupid as to have him brought here? He'll leave in the morning I know he will and I'll be alone, for the rest of my years.

Maybe I should also have Sam and Emily leave with him. They shouldn't have to stay here with something like me.

It only takes me a few minutes to gather supplies for Jasper and join him again back in the bathroom. I want to stay, and help him, but I don't. Instead I hand him the supplies and leave, afraid to be near him… afraid to destroy the beauty that this man is.

Jasper POV-

I was somewhat grateful after Edward left me with the medical supplies. I didn't need anyone standing around and staring at my wings as I attempted to remove small shards of glass from my palms.

But his eyes, when he had gone to pick me up. They were not staring at my wings but into my own eyes. His eyes were so…human… and the color of them was so mesmerizing, such unusual color… as blue as the sky and as deep as the ocean. It was like he was begging me to accept him for who he is… as he is… a monster.

Could I though? I wonder as I use the small tweezers Edward had brought in to remove the glass. Could I fully look past his appearance and get to know the Edward underneath the surface?

He had told me I could leave, that Sam would take me anywhere I want to go. But if I did leave, where would I go and what would I do about money once I got there? I only have a couple hundred bucks that I was able to hide from my father; he had always taken my checks and most of my tip money from work. A couple hundred won't get me far…

But if I stay here, what happens?

It looks like Edward is in desperate need of some sort of companionship. Could I be friends with a beast?

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