Okay, so, this chapter is dedicated to my friend EllyLee-93. Cuz she is cool! and Canadian. So I really hope you like this chapter! it will be longer than the other two. Enjoy! Before you read, go to YouTube and listen to "felt good on my lips-Tim Mcgraw." it makes a reference. (##)

Disclaimer: I do not own twilight or Jasper or any other characters. But I do own Yazz, Marco, Jimmy, Ci Ci, Nat, Marti, Keith, Immanuel, Grace and Haven. Which I would say is a small victory.

Especially Jimmy, from the last chapter. He is oh so important(sarcasm. I probably wont ever mention him ever again. When I picture him, I think of how Gibby walks around without a shirt on i Carly, which I also don't own. . . .just saying.) anyhow. the show must go on! Where were we?. . .hmm. Oh yes. Mr. jasper sexy man about to sing. go. Why are you still reading the stupid disclaimer? your lame.

-chapter 3-

-four seconds of bliss-

Jasper p.o.v.

"You know what? I think I will." I smiled. "Can I borrow your guitar?"

"No. Never. Its too small for you. But I think I have a bigger one back there. Marco! my friend here needs a guitar. Can you bring out Drew?" Marco nodded from across the room. Yazz turned to beam at me. "Follow."

She took a wood patterned guitar from Marco and handed it to me. I placed the strap around my neck. She grabbed my hand and dragged me on stage.

"Hey there everyone! this is my new friend Jasper and I am forcing him to sing you guys a song. Be nice." she leaned real close to me, "Good luck!" she whispered, squeezed my hand and ghosted off the stage, but not before she took my hat, putting it on and turning to wink at me. She will be the death of me.

She talked to the two other girls behind the bar and they turned their attention to me. I looked at Yazz for support as she perched herself on the bar to watch, still talking to the girls. She nodded to me encouragingly.

"First of all, I am doing this completely by choice, and not because Yazabelle scares me slightly with her excitement. And second, if I suck. . . .blame Yazabelle."

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Yazabelle p.o.v.

I stared at him from my little spot on the bar.

"Nice hat." Marti, one of my best friends, smirked. I ignored her.

"Grace, Marti, check it out. That guy up there, his name is Jasper. His is so sweet, and funny, and nice, and I think he likes me – "

"And hot. Don't forget hot!" Grace giggled.

"Oh my god, Grace! Shut up. Cant you see our little Yazzy is crushin' hard on this guy?" Marti hit her arm. Humans are fun for friendship. But I want a relationship. I cant have that with humans. Only vampires. And I had to admit, Grace was right.

"I'm sorry. Its just, I haven't seen you even look at a guy since you broke up with Trace and started acting all funny last summer." my smile wavered as I thought about the night he changed my life forever.

Jasper looked at me worried and I nodded for him to go on.

"First of all, I am doing this completely by choice, and not because Yazabelle scares me slightly with her excitement. And second, if I suck. . . .blame Yazabelle." He nodded his head at me and gave a smile that would have made my dead heart stutter for sure.

His hands flew down the neck of the wood washed guitar and I immediately knew the tune of the song.

Felt Good On My Lips. Tim Mcgraw.

"Oh my god, Yazz! Is he playing Drew? You never let anyone play Drew! Not even me!" Grace complained. I just nodded without turning around, refusing to look at the beautiful blonde vampire on stage.

Drew was the guitar the my father gave me before he. . . died. I named it after him.

Jasper opened his mouth to sing and the voice of a Botticelli Angel came out. Beautiful. I could listen to him sing all night.

(##)At the start of the first chorus, Jasper hopped off the stage and started walking to where I sat on the bar. He stood in front of me. Singing. . .to me.

I knew what part in the song was coming next, I reached down to get a small drink umbrella and weaved it in his hair behind his ear. He rolled his eyes and tried to shake it out, but I had really twisted it in. But he kept singing.

On the end of the next chorus, he took the strap off his neck, handing it to Marti behind the bar. He held out his hand for me to dance, and by now the song, now playing in the background, was on the instrumental.

"Seriously?" I asked him.

"'Course I'm serious." I set my hand in his and he whipped me off the bar and spun me in his arms. He continued to sing through the bridge and the last chorus and stopped when the song did.(##)

He just barely tilted his head down to mine and I got a little excited. He did like me. I felt Marti and Grace's eyes on my back, but I refused to turn away from this perfect moment.

Our lips brushed and I popped onto my tiptoes and closed the distance. Four seconds of bliss.

I heard Marti and Grace giggling hysterically behind the bar. I quickly turned around and gave them the best 'shut the hell up' glare I could manage. They stopped and looked away guiltily trying not to smile and bust out laughing again.

"I had a great time, but after the show, it's always busy, and I really have to get back to work." I half smiled, and his smile faltered slightly.

"I had a nice time too. I would really love to hang out again." he said putting a piece of my hair back behind my ear.

"Well, my shift is over at 2am. Come by here and I will take you hunting. Vegetarian style." He seemed to be debating the idea with himself.

"I might take you up on that."

"Good. Oh, and don't mind the idiots behind the bar. Those are just two of my girlfriends. Blonde is Marti. Red head is Grace."

"Two of?" He gave me that 'there's seriously more?' look.

"Well, those two are room mates with our other friend Ci Ci. And, believe it or not, I live with Natalie and Haven."

"Natalie would be human, correct?" He asked quietly.

"Yes. And I'm hoping to move out soon but – " I was cut off by Grace's shouting.

"YAZABELLE JENETTE JOHNSTON! get your short stack butt back behind the bar!" I'm going to kill her. Simple.

"Uh. I have to go kill Grace. Bye. 2 'o clock!" I reminded him as I ran back to the girls. He smirked at me and winked at the girls. They practically melted to the ground.

"Don't you dare full name me, GRACE ANNABETH TAYLOR!" I slung a wet dish towel at her. Marti tried to hide her laughter.

"Who are you laughin' at? MS. MARTINA KATHRINE THOMAS!" Grace snapped at her.

"Hey. No fair." Marti complained. "I didn't get to full name anybody."

". . . . do it to Ci Ci when she gets here." I shrugged.

"Kay. . . .whats her middle name?"

"Its, Precilla Anne Prescott."

"Mhmm." she nodded to herself and walked away chanting and memorizing the name. she would completely forget to say it by two o'clock.

"Soooo." Grace drawled. "whats up with you and Mr. sexy? And why is he coming back at 2?"

"His name is Jasper. Don't ever call him Mr. sexy again. Ever." I started to wipe the wet glass rings off the bar. " He just asked me out. He wanted to come by after my shift." Marti came back at the mention of Jasper.

"Ooh." The girls batted their eyes. "What are you and Mr. sexy going to do?" Marti asked.

"Seriously. Don't call him that. We are just going to go get a bite." It wasn't a complete lie.

"Mhmm." Marti looked me over, from my hat – Jasper's hat – to my plaid half shirt, past my purple belly button ring I got last week, down my jean shorts to my brown boots. "Liar. He's out for a taste, but not of food, thats for sure. Should we call Nat and Haven to have them spend the night at our place? Or that you aren't going to be home tonight 'cause your out gettin' some?" She pulled out her phone, dead serious.(*)

"Oh my god Marti. Your a horrible person. I just met him."

"And you danced with him, kissed him, and let him play Drew!"

"I don't even know his middle name! But thanks to Grace, he knows mine." I glared at her.

"Do you think he is gonna be able to deal with all your issues? The sleep deprivation? The eating disorder? Your whole, temperature issue thing?" she started naming off all the lies I fed them to cover up my vampire-ness.

"Kay. Okay. I get it. Shut up."

"All I was going to say was the Immanuel thing." My smile wavered and I felt the dry sobs forming in my chest."

"Excuse me" I whispered and jogged to the bathroom with a slightly above human speed.

"Yazzy!" Marti called after me. "Grace. How could you?" she hissed.

"I didn't think about it! I'm sorry." grace replied.

"Dont apolagize to me!"

I mentally cursed my vampire hearing. I heard all their bickering. I glaced at the clock on the wall. 1:30. Freak yea! jazz would be here in 30 minutes.

I walked back behind the bar, finishing out my shift. I tried so hard not to count the minutes or look at the clock.

Boom. The clock chimed the hour. And I smelled jasper look in. but I didn't look at him.

I kneeled down to pull some glasses out of a box. Someone sat down in a stool in front of me. I stood without looking. "what can I getcha'?"

"A Daniels on the rocks. And I wouldn't mind a date with you." a drunken voice slurred.

"Daniels, yes. I'll get back to you on that date." I giggled.

I poured a glass of disgusting smelling alcohol and slid it down the bar to him. I saw jasper stop at the other end of the bar to talk to Marti and grace. I caught his eye and he was about to walk down to me. I whispered so low the drunk wouldn't hear me but jazz's vampire hearing would. "humor them, talk for a minute." he nodded ever so slightly.

"How about that date now baby?" I looked back and the drunk had already finished the glass.

Jasper's eyes flew across the bar to the drunk, like he was going to rip the drunks head off. "human" I breathed across the room to him. He took a deep breath, and turned back to answer one of Marti's questions. I leaned down on my elbows with my cheek rested in my hands.

"Sorry Hun, I'm taken" I said looking pointedly at Jazz.

"Come on babe. Just one little kiss." he leaned forward.

"Sorry," I said again. I slid back off my elbows to walk away but he caught my wrist and pulled me forward, halfway over the bar to where my feet weren't touching the ground. I could easily rip his arm off his torso, but I wanted to keep my life here. Human. Human. I'm human. Just a human. I chanted to myself.

(**)"Damn it, bitch." he jerked my face to his. Ew! He tasted like dirt. It was probably just the alcohol though. He was suddenly jerked off of me and I fell off the bar, hitting the wood floor with a thud. Marti and Grace rushed over to help me off the floor. I found jasper had thrown the drunk off the bar stool to the ground and was threatening him. I tried to block it out and focus on the girls worried expressions, but failed.

"Go!" Jasper shouted and the drunk scrambled to his feet, running out the door without a second look. "Yazz, are you okay?" He asked, helping me over the bar, looking at my wrist. "Pretend" He whispered.

"Uh. Yea. Mostly. My wrist hurts really bad and I need to get that god awful taste out of my mouth." I grimaced.

Marti poured me a shot. "Here you go."

"Uh, no thanks." she shrugged and downed the shot, slamming it down on the counter, and shouting "time!" and throwing her hands in the air.

Jasper looked at her confused.

"LORD help her" I shook my head at the roof.

Grace shoved her. "Sorry guys. That is her first drink today and it has been a long day."

"Well, its 15 past our shift, I'm tired and there is Ci Ci and Nat."

Ci Ci and Nat waved to us across the bar and their eyes locked on Jasper's arm snaked around my waist. They looked at each other, then dashed forward as fast as they could maneuvering through the dancing crowd.

"So. . . .Who's this." Ci Ci asked looking Jasper over.

"Ci Ci, Nat, this is my new friend, Jasper. Jasper, Natalie is my room mate along with Haven." then I realized that she wasn't here.

"Speaking of Haven, where the hell is she?" Grace asked as if reading my mind.

"Uh, she was. . . .busy, when we called to ask her why she wasn't outside, since she had spent the night at Damon's place. She said she 'lost track of time' and Damon would drive her." Nat giggled.

"Oh God, I love that girl. . . .but when it comes to Damon, that girls is just pathetic. I think she loves him more than he loves her. I'm worried he is gunna break her heart. Remember that jerk, J.J.? Ugh." I rolled my eyes.

"Im tired! Lets go home. I'm sure Jasper doesn't want to hear our girly gossip anyway." Marti complained, as jasper mouthed to her "Thank you."

"Alright. Oh! Yazz, can I talk to you alone for a moment?" Nat asked.

"Sure. . . .Jazz, I'll meet you outside." He nodded and winked at Nat. She froze and looked to the ground, blushing. He left as Haven and Damon came in.

"Haven, come here. Now!" Nat hissed.

"What? Am I in trouble?"She asked taking off her jacket. We wore the same half shirt today, except hers was blue, mine was deep crimson. Our boss, James, makes us wear shorts and half shirts. . . perv.

"No. Did you see that super hot Mr. Sexy blonde walking out just now?" Nat asked.

"This is the third and final time I will say this without violence. His name is jasper. Do not ever, ever call him Mr. Sexy again."

"Yea I saw him! So hot!" Haven fanned herself laughing.

"That's my new friend, Jasper." I explained.

"He kissed her! And sang to her! And she let him play Drew!" Natalie squealed.

"What? No way! You don't even let me touch Drew!" Haven whined.

"Well, Jasper touched Drew. And guess who's next. . ." Nat said in a sing-song voice and winked at me.

"Should we wait up?" haven asked.

I turned and walked out the door without another word.

Haha! finally! I got the computer charger in the mail today and I was the first one to use it so I could update. Now I'm going to start my Alec FF.

(*) That was put in as a last second thing.

(**) Woah! Did not see that one coming.

Hope you enjoyed Yazabelle's p.o.v. Cause there will be more. . . eventually.

-Love always

-TheWitchTwins