Alright, I know I deserve to have rotten tomatoes thrown at me, and I am sorry I left this just sitting for two years. Life chose to give me a swift kick in the ass two summers ago, and then my plot ninjas up and abandoned me. Well I dragged them back, and I will finish this story if it takes me til the end of time.
BPOV
I sat in the back of the Jeep with Jasper next to me. Emmett and Rose were, of course, up front.
Jasper was preoccupied with burning holes into the back of their skulls.
"Did you really have to toss me in here like a sack of fuckin' grain?" he ground out.
I snuggled up to him and kissed his jaw. He wrapped his arm around me, and he loosened the stiff set of his shoulders, but his eyes were still angry.
Rose shrugged. "I warned you Jazz. Twice. You knew what was coming when you ignored me."
Jasper rolled his eyes at his sister, too exasperated to comment, I imagine.
I chuckled, "C'mon Cowboy, it can't be that bad. This is Rose we're talking about."
"Exactly," he muttered.
Rose smiled sweetly. "Brother, you know you love me."
Jasper rolled his eyes again, but he was smiling.
"So," I said, breaking the silence, "where to, Mac?"
Emmett glanced at me in the rear view mirror, giving me a What the fuck? look.
"Yo B, I ain't a cab driver."
"Coulda fooled me," I quipped. J and Rose snickered.
"We're going to Port Angeles Bella," Rose answered. "I'm no Alice, but you do need clothes. Besides, this way, you have tonight and tomorrow to yourself." She winked.
Em made a gagging sound. "Aw, c'mon Rosie! That's my baby sis back there!"
"And Rose is my sister, Emmett," Jasper chuckled.
Emmett huffed, but didn't comment.
"Port Angeles?" I mumbled. "Never heard of it."
This time, Emmett did comment: "Yeah, just like Forks was a mystery to you too."
I rolled my eyes. "Who the fuck names a town after a utensil?"
Evidently, my grumblings were heard by my companions, because they howled with laughter. I chuckled at their antics.
Maybe I could make a home here after all.
JPOV
Rose, Em, and I were still laughin' at Bella's comment about our town's name. We couldn't help it. Even with all the pain she had brought with her from Nevada, my girl gave us (well, me) love and laughter. She was amazin'.
And she was mine.
I couldn't stop the grin that thought brought out. Bella caught my smile, and gave me a breath-takin' one of her own. It took me a few seconds before I remembered to breath. She snickered.
I shushed her by pullin' her closer to me an' kissin' her smirk; she tasted like cherries.
Before long, Emmett was pullin' over an' parkin' on the side of the street. I always thought of Port Angeles as Downtown Washington. It had plenty of shops and eateries, but wasn't as loud an' annoyin' as Seattle.
I opened the door, only to turn and offer my girl a hand in gettin' out.
"Such a gentleman," she murmured, peckin' my cheek.
"Guess my momma raised me right." I gave her a wink.
Em and Rose led the way to a tiny shop. It was one I hadn't ever been in before, but as soon as we were inside, I could tell the place screamed 'Bella'.
Rose led her off to pick up some extra clothes, leavin' Emmett and me to our own devices. I caught sight of some decent lookin' boots an' moseyed on over. I was always on the hunt for good cowboy boots, but had yet to find any.
Can't beat Texas quality leather, I guess.
After a few minutes of perusin' the prospects, Emmett wandered over. I had a feelin' I knew what was comin'.
Damn. Too bad Ry ain't here.
Em took a deep breath. "Jasper, I know I don't have to warn you to treat Bella right, but she's my sister now. I have to say something."
Oh. Maybe I didn't have to worry.
He huffed. "Look, I can tell you care about her, and that she feels the same way. But you just met her man! I don't want to have to kick your ass if you break her heart."
I chuckled at that. After a moment, so did he.
"We alright?" I asked him.
He grinned. "Hell yeah. C'mon, let's go find our girls."
I sauntered after him, grinnin' like a bastard.
Oh, I realize I ignore the rules of "real life" (B going around barefoot, Travis being a 3 star general at 26, etc). Yeah….I don't care. My story is (duh!) fictitious. Real life has no place here.
Until next time, my darlings.