So many lovely reviews, I had to post another chapter! I feel like a lot of you were hoping they wouldn't leave, but I need them to for the story. Don't hate me. This chapter is a little on the short side but the next will be up soon! Cheers, darlings!

Chapter 5: Love Song

Jasper shoved a dark grey hoodie into his old army duffel bag, and turned his back to his sister to grab another pair of boots from the closet. "Come to help me pack?"

Alice had already lamented the clothes and shoes he wouldn't be taking with him, insisting that when he returned she would have a whole new updated wardrobe awaiting him, even though he'd told her repeatedly that he would never return to Forks. He still wasn't sure if she had had a vision, or if she was simply the most stubbornly positive person he had ever known.

Much more so than the blonde who was making herself comfortable on his couch, anyway. No. Not his couch. The couch. Nothing in this room was his anymore aside from what fit in his bag. "Why?" Rosalie grinned, a wicked glint in her eye. "Do you need help choosing which outfit will look best while hiding out in the mountains?"

Jasper rolled his eyes and grabbed three books off the shelf and the journal that held all his original songs off the desk.

"Make sure you take a brush so no one mistakes you for Big Foot."

"What do you want, Rosalie?" he growled, throwing the books into his bag with a little more force than necessary. "You won, ok? You were right. It didn't work. Bella's... she's gone. Soon I will be too. You don't have to worry 'bout me fucking up and makin' y'all move again. You win. Stay in Forks as long as you want."

She examined her perfectly manicured nails. "We're not staying in Forks either, dumbass."

Jasper frowned. "What?"

"We're not staying either. We found a house in Alaska. Carlisle thought that would be far enough away so Bella couldn't tempt you. It's not like she ever going to get out of this town anyway."

"But I won't be..."

"Never mind," she scoffed, brushing past Alice as she entered the room.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Y'all are goin' to Alaska?" Jasper frowned, knowing Alice would give him a straight answer.

His best friend sighed with a pout. "Yes."

"Why? You could stay here eight more years at least. Ten, more than likely. I've been the reason we've had to move the last twelve years, so without me..."

"Would you stop? Jasper, you are a part of this family. We want you to be with us. You've made it very clear you can't stay in Forks- which I don't agree with, but we can look past that for now- so Rosalie offered the place she and Emmett have in Alaska. She thought it would be much more likely that you'd come back if we stayed far away from Forks, which does make sense. So that's what we agreed on."

"Rose said all that? This was her idea?"

"Yes." She stepped toward him and grabbed his hands, giving them a squeeze. "You have a family here, Jazz. We care about you, and we're not going to let you go so easily."

"I- I don't..." he cleared his throat. Shook his head. Tried to stay in control. But he couldn't deny that he'd been losing a bit more control of his powers and his emotions each day he was without Bella. "I need some time."

"I know."

Jasper took a deep breath and blinked against the tears that stung his eyes but would never fall. "She's gone, Ali. She's gone."

Alice stood on her toes to wrap her arms around him. "I know. I'm so sorry, Jazz."

"He's gone."

Charlie turned his attention away from the TV, not really paying attention to whatever old western was on anyway. It had been four days since he found her in her car. She'd been on the couch ever since. He had called to excuse her from school and to take a few vacation days from work. They'd stayed in the living room together, eating pizza and watching old television in silence. Until now.

He leaned back in his chair and wiped his hands on his jeans. "Yeah, I figured. I'm sorry, kiddo."

Bella slowly sat up and hugged her knees to her chest.

"Y'know, if you wanna talk about it, I'm here. Always."

She nodded. "Thanks."

The TV continued to play for a while before Charlie got up and sat down beside Bella, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She curled into his side. "I don't know what to do."

Her broken whisper broke his heart. He remembered when Renée left, he sat on this couch too, wondering the very same thing. "No one ever does. You'll have good days and bad days. You just have to take them one at a time, and at some point, the good will start to outnumber the bad."

"I hope so," she whispered, then sighed. "I think I'm going to sleep upstairs tonight."

"Yeah. Whatever you want, kiddo."

Bella kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Dad. And thanks."

"Goodnight, Bells. Anytime."

Entering her room, she her eyes immediately fell to the leather jacket on the bed. His jacket. The jacket. There was a note sticking out of one of the pockets.

'My Darlin' Bella,
Be happy. Please.
All the love that I posses,
Jasper'

Tears blurred her vision and dropped onto the page. "Screw you."

From the edge of the woods, Jasper watched her put on the jacket and climb into bed. "Love you too, darlin'."

She turned out the light and he turned and walked away, the sound of his own guitar drifting through her window and following him into the night.