So, sorry I haven't updated in awhile. My computer crapped out and I had to reload everything. Plus, I've been watching X Factor on FOX. Anybody else been watching? Yeah, that little 14 year old has my vote, for reals.
Also, check out my girl Bella Dazzles page and see her story "Was it Just A Dream?" It's pretty awesome.
JPOV:
Bella and I had gotten a lot closer the past couple of months. We went to school and made the act that I had asked her out. Of course, I could feel the epic sadness coming from some of the guys, scratch that, most of the guys as well as a few girls, that she was off the market. We'd spend the time at nights in her house to give her some privacy as she slept, which was fascinating to me.
We haven't done anything more than kiss because, I am a gentleman, and told her she had to wait until our new wedding day, which she hasn't accepted from my proposal. She said that sounds like something that Edward would do. It probably was true, but I would never admit it. I think I've proposed to her about a million times and all of those times she's said no. She said that she had to fully remember our time together. Semantics. She tries to argue that we're still married for all intents and purposes, but I intended to make an honest woman out of her, again.
We had just gotten home from school when we heard Alice stomping up the stairs. She hadn't returned to school and she stayed away from Bella and I for the most part. She had yet to compensate for the lost time that she had caused between Bella and I. We would enter a room and she would leave. I didn't mind, but I could tell that it bothered Bella.
Peter and Charlotte refused to leave Bella and they camped out at her house. They didn't go to school with the rest of us and through the days they would go over to my house and fuck with Alice. She didn't leave the room when they showed up, but I'm sure she wished she did. They would torment her to no end.
She would claim her life was miserable because she didn't have her car or her access to funds. Peter and Charlotte would go out and buy meaningless things from Seattle and show them off to her, only for her to get pissed and stomp away. Carlisle would rub his temples and murmur about putting her in foster care.
Edward started dating Angela Webber, this cute dark complected girl who was the president of every club imaginable. She was funny, smart, and could put Edward in his place. So, when Edward would bring her over as well as the rest of us being around, it would rub Alice the wrong way, what, with her being all alone and all that.
Rosalie wasn't really talking to Alice, but she wasn't going out of her way to ignore her, either. She still thought of Alice as a sister and, of course, Esme still thought of her as her daughter. She wasn't entirely alone.
"Hey, Jasper, I think the pixie is trying to make a run for some tree?" Peter asked, perplexed. I nodded and smiled. She kept emergency money hidden under a rock near this old oak tree. I made sure not to make any decisions and Peter and I quickly did a little re-con work to make sure she didn't see us. Alice was tiptoeing into the yard, wearing camo, of all things, and was looking back and forth to make sure nobody saw her. As soon as she took off into a good run I hit her with as much lethargy as she could muster and she went down like a tree; like the tree she was going toward. When we got to her, she was snoring and her teeth was caked with mud and grass and she had gotten a bald spot on the front of her hair line and Peter and I burst into laughter. I could hear Edward laughing his ass off from inside the house as Peter picked Alice's legs up and dragged her by the feet, face down, into the back yard.
Emmett took time from his video games to see what the ruckus was and guffawed loudly. "Dude! You fucked her shit UP! Look at the bald spot on her head."
Esme tutted from her spot in the doorway, but I could feel the humor radiating off of her. She didn't want to laugh because that was her kid, but I mean, she had a bald spot on the front of her head.. That shit was funny.
"Would someone please take her upstairs for me, please? She isn't going to be happy about this when she wakes up." She pointed her finger at me and I shrugged. I didn't care if she was happy.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, mama Esme, she was trying to find a secret stash she had hidden in the woods so she could go shopping." Peter told her. Esme gasped and covered her mouth.
Charlotte came running back with a giant duffle bag loaded to the brim with hundred dollar bills. Carlisle thanked her and counted it, discovering that there was nearly two million dollars in the bag. He shook his head grabbed the scotch out of the liquor cabinet, poured into into a tumbler with some ice and took a swig. "This shit isn't half bad. I hope she enjoys that nice bald spot she's got, because that isn't going to grow back anytime soon."
Bella bit her lip and looked up at me. "Don't you think that was a bit harsh? I mean, seriously." She admonished.
"Hell no. This way, she won't be trying to go into public." I shrugged.
Esme managed to make dinner for Bella, which she loved to do, and we all sat around, crinkling our noses at the smell while she wolfed down her meal. "You guys don't know what you're missing." She would always say. I say, no thank you! Gross.
On our way to Bella's house we came across a stench. A strange scent that I wasn't used to, but wasn't unfamiliar with. A fucking wolf.
"Bella, did you smell anything strange when we were coming home?" I asked her while she flitted around the kitchen.
"No, not really, why? It just smelled like wet dog. I figure that's not uncommon around here." She had smelled it, but wasn't accustomed to the stench so she just figured it was any old stray.
But then she'd heard a noise outside and instantly went to check it. I could feel curiosity rolling off of her in waves and I was trying not to panic. If it was a wolf then she could be killed.
I followed behind her and found ourselves face to face with a tall russet skinned boy that looked to be around 17. "What business do you have here?" She asked. "I'd like for you to leave my property, please."
This guy just laughs long and hard. "What business do you have here, leeches? I thought that your kind only stayed at the Cullen manor?" He didn't seem menacing. In fact, he seemed more curious than anything, which I found odd.
"What do you go by, young man?" I asked him. He eyed me warily.
"I'm Jacob Black, son of Billy Black and great grandson of Ephraim Black. My family is part of the Quiluete tribe." He said proudly. "I've come here to investigate the vampire woman who lives here. Although, you're not entirely a vampire, now are you?" He winked at her.
"Uhm, no. Not entirely? Look, Jacob. How do you know what we are?" She asked. Bella had no idea what he was.
Jacob smiled widely, flashing his shiny white teeth. "I'm a wolf. Your friend, over there, knows about us. His family was here when we started the treaty." She looked confused as he rolled his eyes and continued. "Back in the day, the original Cullen members and my great grandfather made a pact that they could not cross over into our territory and that they could also not kill or turn another human in this state."
"Well, how is that fair? How can they not come onto your land, but you can come on ours?" That was a good questions.
Jacob stuttered in his reply. "Uh, well, you see." Bella put her hand up.
"Look, it's not your fault. You weren't there." She soothed. "You hungry? How about you come in and get a bite to eat? It's kind of chilly out." I looked at her like she was crazy.
"Bella, he is a werewolf. He can kill you if given the chance." She looked back at Jacob, who was eagerly following us into the house.
"Really? He's a kid. He doesn't have any ill will toward us, now hush and let's get this boy fed."
That's how the friendship between Jacob Black and the rest of my family had begun. He had no hard feelings about us. He was surprisingly understanding about our fate, saying that we didn't choose this life, and that he didn't choose his, either.
He and Emmett would fight in the yard while Rosalie and Bella refereed, and then he would come into the house where Esme had a buffet waiting on him and Bella. To say he was excited would be an understatement.
Alice would tiptoe around, silently observing him, always wearing a scarf on her head, because of her bald spot. I could feel attraction and then disgust rolling off of her when he was around and to say that I was amused would be an understatement. Everything seemed to be going pretty well. Now, if I could just get Bella to say yes, then I would have it made.
So, what do you think? Who seriously laughed when I gave Alice a bald spot? AHAHAHAHA. Anyhoo... how should Jasper propose? I'm giving you guys the opportunity to give me an awesome idea. Whoever has the best idea gets a shout out on the next chapter and their idea gets used.
So... let me know your ideas!