A/N. SADLY, I DONT OWN TWILIGHT AND NEVER WILL. WELL, I DO OWN THIS STORY, SO THATS A BONUS. KINDA.

ANYWAY, HERES THE NEXT CHAPPIE.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and satisfied that my clothes were fine, if I was only going to clean a house, opened my door to head downstairs. But, suddenly, Jasper was standing, barely a foot from me, in the doorway. I stumbled back a small step, and Jasper's hand wrapped around my wrist, securing me. I blushed as Jasper chuckled at my clumsiness. "You ready?" he asked. I nodded, and he started to turn, but i stopped him with a hand on his arm. He looked at me questioningly, and I looked out the window wordlessly. Jasper instantly understood, and swung me onto his back. As he began to move toward the window, albiet at a human pace, I instinctivly tightened my arms and legs. I knew he was grinning from the way the room brightened.

He jumped lightly from the window, landing solidly, and setting off as soon as his heels touched the ground. I kept my eyes opened the entire time as we, well, he, ran to the Cullen's house. When he turned into the 3 mile long drive, i couldn't control my gasp. in the few days since they'd left, the creeping greenery had covered most of the road, all the way to the house. Jasper stopped, and slid me off his back, a few feet from the house. I looked at the house, overwhelmed wiht grief. The huge white house just looked...wrong. I never actually saw the vampires when I was outside, but they always took care to make slight noises, enough for my human ears to catch.

Now, the entire area was entirely, eerily quiet. Even the animals were silent, instinctivly fleeing from the strange beings crossing their woods. I felt Jasper's eyes on me, and I looked at him. His forehead was creased, and he looked at me, concerned as I stood there, unable to move. "May I?" he asked. I barely summoned the will to nod, and instantly, a wave of calmness swept over me, banishing my sorrow. I smiled at Jasper with thanks, and if he was human, he probably would have blushed. "Let's get started." he said after a moment. When I still stood there, motionless, he asked, "What?" "Um, what exactly am I supposed to do? It would most likely be safer if I was inside, away from...there." I gestured vaguely at the shadowy woods. Jasper thought it over, then nodded agreement. "You're right. Inside, under the sink, there should be some cleaning supplies, and a mop in the hall closet. Esme always kept cleaning stuff in the kitchen, and would never let any of us move it. So, it's most likely still there. I'll work out here, pulling vines and weeds, alright?" I nodded, and entered the house.

When I entered, I froze, again overwhelmed with sorrow. There was absolutley nothing. All the funiture, T.V., everything was gone. I choked on tears when I looked toward the raised platform, now empty of the beautiful piano. I was almost crippled by my grief, but, suddenly, Jasper's face wiht his warm honey eyes, matching, curly locks, and pale skin swam into my mind. I looked at his face in my mind, taking, strangely, comfort and strength from the image. I straightened. I hadn't even realized I had doubled over, arms over my chest, where the hole had briefly gaped. I pulled a hand through my hair, trying to control my windswept hair as I walked to the unused kitchen.

I followed Jasper's directions, and opened the cupboards under the sink. I peered in, seeing a bottle of Comet, several sponges and wash cloths, Windex, Lemon Pledge, a bottle of polishing oil, a bucket, and some kind of fancy, special soap. I grabbed them all, even Edward's, and staggered to the island in the middle of the kitchen, where I dropped my load. I went to the hall and pulled the mop out, and leaned it against the table. I grabbed the Windex, and a cloth, and started in on the windows. I lightly sprayed them, and wiped clean the parts I could reach. All the windows took me nearly 2 hours, and when I was finished, I went to the kitchen and leaned agaisnt the wall, sinking to the floor, where I rested for a few minutes before I stood witha sigh, and switched my Windex and cloth for the mop, soap, and bucket.

I walked to the sink with the bucket and soap, then turned the tap on, hot and cold water mingling together, filling the bucket with soap as the water drummed into the bucket, making instant suds. I put both hands on the handle of the bucket, and heaved it to the floor, careful not to splash. I dipped the mop in the mixture, squeezed it out with a funny thing on the handle near the end, (for all i know, that could have a name, but, as i said in the first chappie, i'm to damn lazy to try and find it.), and placed the mop on the floor, wiping back and forth, cleaning the floors as best I could.

I slowly made my way through the kitchen, dragging the bucket with me. Soon, there was a single dry path, leading from the island to the entranceway of the kitchen. I carried the bucket out into the living room, then went back to the kitchen, walking only on the dry path. I dragged the mop after me as I backed out of the dry path, making the entire floor damp. I avoided doing the living room, planning to do it last, and carried the bucket upstairs. (sorry. idk if the living room has carpet in the book. im making it hardwood. every room is hardwood, or that weird plastic stuff). I first entered Carlisle's study, then Carlisle's and Esme's room, then Rose's and Emmets, then Jasper's and Alice's. I went hesitantly until Edwards room, cleaned quickly, and high tailed it out of his room.

I made my way downstairs, and nearly dropped the bucket when I saw Jasper standing in the middle of the room, looking around. "Very impressive, Bella." he said. I smiled, and walked toward him, bucket still in hand. I walked right up to him, then said, "Thanks." Trying to be secretive, I dipped a finger into the soapy water, then wiped my wet figner across his forehead. Jasper's mouth gaped, and I giggled. "Oh, you are going to regret you did that, little girl." I just giggled some more. The bucket disappeared from my hands, and reappeared in Jasper's. He smirked, and proceeded to wet his fingers, and make wet lines all over my face. I laughed and reached for the bucket. I reached just enough that I managed to splash him. "Why, you little-" he growled teasingly. he grabbed my wrists and held them to my sides. Despite his preformance, his eyes were clear and amused.

He towered over me, very close. I looked up at him, grinning. Suddenly, a different emotion appeared in his eyes, and his hands slid from my wrists to my waist, my hands creeping up to his forearms. Unnoticed by either of us, the bucket sat by our feet. I realized Jasper's face was closer than it should be, and realized I was being lifted up into the air by Jasper. Our faces grew steadily closer, and suddenly, our lips met, a shock going through me. His cold, perfect lips lightly parted mine, and I kissed him back.

After a moment, he pulled away. I blushed, and smiled awkwardly as he sat me back on my feet. He cleared his throat."Well, we better go put this stuff up. I'm done outside." "Yeah. I just have the living room left to mop." "Um, I think that can wait until next time." "Sure." We dumped the water back into the sink, made sure the mop was completley dry, then put it back in the closet, and replaced the rest of the cleaning supplies. He ran us back to my house in silence, the memory of the kiss still fresh in my mind.

Almost the second Jasper got me home, the phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey, Bells." said a famaliar, husky voice. "Jake!" I cried, delighted. "I haven't heard from you in forever!" "I was, um, sick. Sorry about that. Do you maybe want to come visit for the day?" "Sure." I grinned, even though he couldn't see me. "Now?" I asked. "Why not?" "Okay. See you soon." "Bye, Bells. See you soon." I hung up, and turned around, seeing Jasper sitting at the table, looking very out of place. "Who was that?" "Jacob. He asked me to come over for the day." "Jacob Black?" he asked tightly. "Yes, why?" "No reason." he said unconvinvingly. "Do you want me to come with you?" "Um, sure. Thanks." Jasper nodded, and stood fluidly. We made our way to my truck, and i jumped in the drivers ised, and Jasper, of course, got in the passenger side. As I drove to La Push, Jasper didnt comment on my speed. Most likely because he had known what I felt when any of the other Cullen's drove.

Soon, we were nearly in La Push. Seemingly randomly, Jasper murmured, "Stop the truck." confused, I did as I was bid, and Jasper got out. "What are you doing?" "Um, I cant go any farther. And before you ask why not, I just can't tell you. You might find out someday." "Uh, alright?" I said, making it a question. "See you later." he briefly reached forward and brushed my bangs off my face, and tucked it behind my ear." I stared at him, slightly transfixed by the warm amber of his eyes. Without another word, he leaned back, swinging the door shut. I shook myself free of my trance, then drove the rest of the way to Jake's house. Hearing the familiar rattle of my truck, Jake came sprinting out of the house. "Bella!" he cried. he swung my door open, yanked me out just as I got my seatbelt off, and yanked me into a hug. I leaned back to look at him. Good god, when had he gotten so tall and strong? And when had he cut his hair? I wasnt completley sure I liked it. And when had he gotten so hot? His skin burned against mine. Jake looked down at me, and suddenly went stiff, his nose crinkled. "What. Is. That. Smell?" he hissed. I sniffed my clothing, realizing I smelled, very faintly, of Jasper. I wondered at Jake's reaction to it. I shrugged.

"Anyway, Bells, I wanna show you something." "Sure." I followed him as he led me around the side of the house, to the garage, where his precious car sat. We sat together on the bench that leaned up against the wall. "Wow, Jake. It's lookin' good." Jake blushed. "Thanks, Bells. Um, I wanna tell you something." "What?" "Well, um, I'm a-" his throat locked, and he struggled to speak. "Jake? You alright?" After a moment, he nodded. "Bella, do you remember when, last year on the beach, I told you about the cold ones?" "Yeah." It's what helped me figure out about the Cullens. "I know it's true." "Huh?" was all I could manage.

"Dont play dumb, Bells. I know there are vampires, and I know what the Cullens and Hales are." I stared at him, mouth open, and he waited for me to say something. When I didnt respond, Jake forged on. "Do you remember the rest? What I told you about th Quiliets?" I searched my memory, and nodded. "Well, um-" "Jake, you're kinda scarin me." I said. "I'm sorry, Bells. But you need to know." "A-are you trying to say that those legends were true? All of them?" He couldnt nod for some reason, but he told me yes with his eyes. I sat back, realizing I was taking the fact that my best friend was a goddamn werewolf, rather calmly. "So, you're a werewolf?" Suddenly, a howl echoed around the house. Jake grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the garage, holding me protectively behinnd him. I peered over his shoulder, and choked on a scream when I saw 3 animals that looked like wolves on steroids. The lead one's, a wolf with shaggy black fur, form blurred. "Dont look." Jake muttered.

I obeyed, turning away, and when Jake murmured that it was okay to look again, I saw a tall guy standing, wearing only a pair of cut off shorts. "You TOLD her?" the guy snarled. Jake tensed as low growls rumbled from the other two wolves. "No, I didnt tell her. She guessed." "Like there's a difference!" the guy snapped. "Sam, you told me I couldnt tell her. I didnt, she figured it out." Sam glowered at Jake for a moment, then sighed. "Fine, Jacob." the guy phased back into a horse sized wolf, and, alond with the other two, loped into the woods, Jake relaxing the moment they were out of sight.

He pulled me forward, apologizing for what had just happened. "No, Jake, it's fine." "Thanks, Bells." His thumb rubbed across my hand, and he idly picked it up and examined the scar. Suddenly, he became scary intense. His burning hands fastened tightly onto mine, and he brought my hand close to his face. He started to shake, and took several deep, calming breaths. "Jake, whats wrong?" I asked, worried. "That is a vampire bite." "Yeah." "Phoenix last year?" "Yeah." I repeated. "And that smell in your truck, and on your clothes. Which of the Cullen's is back?" "Jasper." Jake started to shake again, and he struggled to become calm. Instinctivly, I knew he needed to stay calm. I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he looked at me, the violent shaking reducing to a few rare tremors. "I'm sorry, Bells." I smiled at him, and we went back to the garage, where he worked on his car until I deemed it time to go home, and I hopped in my truck, and drove myself away, watching Jake wave in the rearview mirror.

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p.s. sorry this chappie is short. it's kinda after midnight where i am, so...