Author's Note: I recently got a beta (not for this story) and she let me know that the word is supposed to be 'Yeah' instead of 'Yea'. ('Yeah'= affirmation, while 'Yea' = yay!) and I had no idea. I don't feel like going back and fixing old chapters so from now on, I'll try to remember. Sorry for any confusion and thank you coachlady1. Basically, I updated this entire thing and then FFn decided that I took too long and logged me out, essentially erasing everything I had written. So, not only am I pissed, but I'm tired and it sucks.

The few things I had to say will be clipped now, but I hope they still reach their mark. Thank you to acw1, mssmith, Chewie4370, and sinblackrose for taking the time to constantly review my works. It means a lot to me and I am always so excited to see y'alls names in my inbox. I would also like to thank nobodysgirl8 for coming out of the lurkers shadows to leave me a lengthy and lovely review. You have no idea how much I appreciate the encouragement.

This chapter is about 3.2K and I'm pretty sure the following chapters will be just as long. At least, until the drama starts to happen. This story won't have extreme angst, I promise. I'm actually a pretty hardcore WussPerv so there's no way I could write it since I can barely read it. Are you ready for some J/B one-on-one time? Yes? Well good, because here it is. Enjoy!

~Tay

DISCLAIMER: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. I do, however, own a Chihuahua named Isabella that I lovingly refer to as Isabella: Poo-Poo Princess.

The first week I pick Bella up for school is great. I'm a little nervous most of the time, but that's just because I want her to be my girl. She's smart, funny, and fucking beautiful as hell, and she lets me pick her up. It makes me feel like a king.

I don't meet her outside of all of her classes or anything overly whipped like that, but I do save her a seat next to me in the classes we share. She always takes them while smiling shyly at me. It makes my chest tight every time she looks at me like that.

She comes over to sit with me and Carlisle during lunches too. She usually sits with the other Sex Sisters so I was surprised they didn't come over as well. Liam sits at my table and I knew he wouldn't mind if Kachiri started sitting there.

Kate had already claimed a place at our table. She's always glued to Garrett's side. I always save the seat next to her so Bella has a girl to sit with. I know Bella isn't overtly fond of Kate, but it's the best option: I'd rather have her sitting next to another girl than the fools I call my friends. I don't want her talking with them more them she talks to me.

We talk on the phone every night, but she's so shy. Sometimes we just sit and kind of listen to each other breathing. I feel like a pussy because of it, but not enough to stop. Some nights she reads while she's on the phone and she doesn't mind me playing video games to pass the time. We only ever end up talking around midnight. Then by two A.M. we yawn out good nights. Somehow we always have energy to do it all over again.

The first day I had picked her up she had worn a pink frilly top with some black tights. The top wasn't her usual style and it kind of caught me off guard. I didn't know what to think. I had never seen her in it before and I didn't know what it meant about her mood. She blushed a lot that day too. That shirt became my new favorite.

The rest of the week followed kind of like that; she wore clothes I had either rarely seen her in, or didn't even know she owned. It was really weird; made me feel off my game. By Thursday I felt like I really didn't know her as well as I thought I had so I had to put a stop to that. I went to bed that night with steeled resolve to get on with the next step to make her mine.

We had to go out on a date.

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It's Saturday and I'm sweating bullets. I have fifteen minutes before I have to pick up Bella. I told her on Friday at school that I was taking her out for dinner and a movie tonight. She blushed – as usual – and said she'd have to ask her dad. It had taken some begging on her part, but he had eventually relented, with one condition: I would have to meet him properly first.

That's the part I'm nervous as fuck about.

Tuesday and Wednesday night he had caught us on the phone past a decent hour and forced Bella to get to bed. I know he knows she was talking to me and that makes our impending meeting so much worse. I don't want him to think I'm corrupting his daughter or anything. I want him to remember that she's the purest of the Sex Sisters.

No, I don't want him to think I made up that ridiculous name. That's all I need: the word 'sex' to show up in any conversation I have with the chief of fucking police. I cringe at the thought.

I take a few deep breaths and decide to just head over to her place. If I'm meeting her dad, I sure as shit don't want to be late. I want to try my best to make a good impression so I'm wearing a pale blue, striped button-down shirt and stone wash jeans. If I wasn't so afraid of looking like a complete lame-ass during the actual date, I'd have worn slacks and my church shoes. My Sunday's best.

I walk up to Bella's front door when I arrive at her house. The door opens before I can even ring the doorbell.

The chief's staring me down and I don't know what to say. I don't want my voice to crack, but I don't want to sound like some old man taking his daughter out either. I shallow hard and speak.

"Hey Chief Swan, I'm Jasper Whitlock. I'm here to take Bella out." I thrust my hand into the space between us, trying for fuck all to keep eye contact. It's damn hard.

He scans me from head to toe. I'm sure it doesn't take long, but it feels like it. My hand is still outstretched and I think I can feel sweat dripping down the back of my neck.

A minute later, he finally puts me out of my misery. "Come 'on in Jasper. Bella'll be down in a minute." He shakes my hand sternly, but briefly and steps aside to let me enter.

I take some more deep breaths and follow the chief into the kitchen.

"You thirsty?" His body is obscured by the fridge door so I croak out a yes before clearing my throat. I think I hear him laugh. "Go ahead and take a seat."

I follow his instructions quickly, scraping the floor loudly as I pull a chair from the kitchen table. I wince at the shrill noise, but sit down. The chief makes his way over to me and sits a glass of soda on the table in front of me before opening a beer for himself.

I try not to look at his drink.

He takes a long pull and sighs as he settles into his seat. Then, his clear brown eyes pierce right through me. "You drink, Jasper?"

I am so fucked.

"Uh…" I trail off. I don't know what to say; I can't lie to the chief of fucking police!

His mustache twitches. If I didn't know any better I'd think he was trying not to laugh…

But that can't be possible.

"I may be an old man, but I ain't senile, yet." He takes a sip of his beer and I don't dare speak because, for one, I know he isn't done, and for two, I'm scared shitless. "I just want you to remember that while my daughter is with you, she's precious cargo. You wouldn't be reckless with your most prized possession, so don't drive drunk with mine, you hear me boy?"

It may be a question, but there's no doubt in my answer. "Yes sir, Chief Swan, sir."

His mustache twitches again. I swallow, hard.

He takes another sip of his beer just as I hear movement on the staircase. We both rise from the table, but the chief stills me before I make it towards the stairwell.

"I'm serious, Whitlock. Precious. Cargo." The words are on a breath, separate and distinct. I can only nod. He steps back from me. "And call me Charlie."

When he's around the corner I take a deep breath. I'm pretty sure it's a good sign to be able to call him by his first name. I'm going to call him chief anyway, but it's nice to know all the same.

I finally will myself to turn the corner and I'm floored.

Bella looks hot.

She usually looks beautiful, but tonight she looks entirely fuckable. Her hair is in big fat ringlets and curls all the way down to the top of her ass – which, I notice, is barely covered in this weird little shorts/jumpsuit/one piece thing. It's a deep midnight blue and kind of shiny, probably made of satin. It's sleeveless, but she is wearing a thin white cotton half sweater over the top. The buttons are fastened, but I've never been treated to so much exposed skin on her chest.

It's impossible not to be hard, especially when she blushes.

She ducks her head and I have to say something. "You look amazing." It's a whisper, but I know she hears it because her cheeks darken. It's the most honest thing I've ever said to her – or to anyone for that matter – but I don't care.

"Well, I'll leave y'all to it." Charlie clears his throat and disappears into the living room.

I hear the television click on so I focus on Bella. Her head is still down.

"Seriously." I want her to know it wasn't an empty compliment. She looks pretty and sexy and beautiful all at once. It's overwhelming.

"Thanks." Her voice is as soft as silk and as thick as honey.

I take her hand and lead her out to my car. I remember my training and help her into the passenger seat before closing the door.

The drive to The Port is mostly silent, but it's comfortable, like us: it's as easy as breathing. She tells me a little about her day with Sasha and Kachiri and I tell her about how whipped Carlisle is: we were supposed to hang out, but he and Esme have been inseparable lately.

"It's nice they want to spend time together," Bella tries to placate me. "You can tell they really love each other." Her eyes dash to mine before focusing on her hands in her lap.

I don't know what to make of her body language. I think she's nervous because she said the 'L' word, but it's nothing new. We're in high school; everyone thinks they're in love.

"Whatever." I shrug to let her know it's no big deal. I'm not really pissed at Carlisle, I just wish Bella and I hung out that much. I want to know her better, learn everything about her, especially after this week since she's completely confounded me.

We get to a small Italian restaurant. The food is good so we still don't talk much. I'm not afraid to talk to her, I'm just afraid she'll figure out how much I know about her. It's a cop-out excuse, but she's shy so I don't want to scare her away.

We get to the movie and I pick a chick-flick like I'm supposed to. I even make sure she doesn't get to pay for the popcorn, drink, and candy. Apparently she likes Raisinets. Fucking gross.

The whole night's really expensive and I think maybe I'll need to get a job. But honestly, there are other things on my mind at the moment like, what's the best way to get my arm around Bella's shoulders. Having an arm draped around a girl lets her know you want her to be your girl. I need Bella to realize this. She's been with me all week and I can't figure out what we are. I thought girls liked labels; I thought they were always trying to keep a guy locked down.

The movie theater is dark once we get settled. The movie's kind of funny, but mostly cutesy. I don't do the over played "fake yawn" thing, but I manage to get my arm around her under the guise of brushing nonexistent popcorn from her shoulder. She blushes and drops her head, but I only pull her closer. I'm not sure what to tell her to make her comfortable so I squeeze her a bit tighter and lean into her ear, keeping my eyes on the screen.

"This cool?" I rub her arm to make sure she knows what I'm talking about.

"D-d-definitely." It's a shaky whisper and her breath on my cheek surprises me so I look at her.

I'm instantly hypnotized. Her eyes are large and shining in the dark room. I can see a bit of the movie reflecting back to me. I notice for the first time that she has a little bit of make-up on; her eyelashes can't possibly be that thick or long.

She looks so fucking beautiful and I want to tell her, but that would make me look totally whipped. I settle for kissing her forehead instead of saying anything because they feel like the same gesture. I turn back to the movie feeling heat creep onto my face.

It catches me completely the fuck off guard when I feel her lips connect to my jaw. They're like the softest pillows coated in silk and I'm instantaneously hard as granite. I turn to her, resting my forehead against hers. My eyes are closed because I'm so fucking happy she wants to be my girl, but I'm pissed I didn't have the balls to just put myself out there.

She kissed me.

She kissed me!

This is the second – maybe third – fucking time!

Shy Bella Swan is brave and I'm a fucking pussy. It's totally unacceptable. I owe her something for that and I always make good on my promises.

I take another deep breath, probably my tenth of the night, and open my eyes. I'm better prepared for their hypnotic lure this time, but they aren't any less beautiful. She's looking right at me and I feel like she knows I want to say something. Our heads are still touching, meaning she's not pushing me away so I know I can do this.

I want to tell her she's beautiful.

I want to tell her she's gorgeous.

I want to tell her my heart stops every time she smiles.

I want to tell her she's a queen and she consumes my every thought.

I want to tell her so many things – some sappy, some totally fucking stupid – but I'm a guy and I have to be cool.

"You know you look hot as hell, right?"

The movie theater is too dark to see what color her blush is, but I know it's there. I make a quick decision and peck her lips before acting like it's no big deal and turning back to the screen. It's easier to act like it's no biggie, that way I can't see her face if she rejects me.

I feel a vibration from her body and peek at her. I think she just hummed because her eyes are closed and there's the smallest smile on her lips. I hope that's a good sign. It feels like a good sign since she's pressed so tightly against me.

I'm glad her eyes are closed so she can't see me lick her flavor from my lips. It's salty from the popcorn and sweet from the chocolate. It gives me a raging hard-on. I guess my dick likes the thought of her being my girl too.

I rub circles on her shoulder for the entirety of the movie. The harsh lights click on as the credits roll and I'm nervous. Now that there's light, will everything look different? I don't know if I should still touch her and now I have no excuse to get closer.

We make our way out of the movie and into the parking lot. I shove my hands in my pockets so I don't fiddle with my keys. I need to distract myself so I try to talk to Bella.

"So, you like the movie?" It's lame, but I'm too nervous to give a shit.

"Yeah, it was alright." I feel like an ass because that must mean she thought the movie was shit. She's smiling really big when I look at her though. It makes me smile too.

I angle my steps closer to her so our arms brush with every step we take. She catches me every time I peek over at her. I don't dwell on it though because that means she's looking at me too. She blushes and tilts her head down and I chuckle a little because she looks cute as hell. She smiles bigger so I know she's not mad.

I'm high on this night, her smiles and her boldness. It makes me want more, no matter the consequences. Determination overtakes me and I grab her hand when we reach my car. I open the door for her to help her inside. It doesn't get better than this.

On the drive back to her place, I keep her hand clasped in mine. The radio faintly playing is the only sound in the car. Bella alternates between looking ahead, out of her window, and at our clutched hands. It makes me feel like a king.

I remember my manners when I drop her off, walking to her side of the car and helping her out. It's just an excuse to touch her more. We walk to her front door and pause. Again, I'm nervous as fuck, but I've got to play it cool.

"What are you doing tomorrow?" My thumb rubs circles on the back of her hand. Her skin is soft and warm and intoxicating; she's got me so caught up.

"N-nothing, really." Her voice is small, barely above a whisper.

"So you'll call me?" I don't really have plans, but we'll figure something out.

She nods, but doesn't raise her eyes. She's being so shy, but I want to look at her. I use my free hand to tilt her chin up. Her eyes lock onto my lips. I think it's a good sign.

"Cool. Call me, then." I feel stupid for repeating myself, but I want to kiss her. I need that reassure before I do though.

She nods again, but this time she meets my eyes. Her porch light clicks on and we both jump back a bit. Clearly the chief's watching and wants us to hurry it up. I can't make myself let go of her hand though.

"Alright." I swoop in and kiss her lips for a quick second. It's just as short as, but so much better than the first two times because we're both expecting it. She kisses me back, I know it. It feels great; she feels great. And I'm high on the night anew.

"I'll catch up with you tonight too, if you want to call me." She probably thinks I'm being clingy as hell with all this talk of phone calls. It's embarrassing, especially since – even though I'm stepping away – I haven't let go of her hand yet.

I finally let go and it surprises me how lost I feel. I turn back to my car and jump in. I don't start it up until she goes inside, turning off the porch light a moment later.

I don't even make it out of her driveway before I'm smiling so big it hurts.

She had kissed me and I had kissed her. Bella Swan doesn't just share kisses. I know she's my girl now, and I'll make sure she and everyone else knows it too. I can't fucking wait until she calls me.

I break every traffic law to get home. I take a shower then sit on my bed with my cell phone in hand.

She calls at 11:07 instead of midnight. I hope it's a good sign.

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A/N: Did you like the date? I'm a little nervous about it. I've been reading so many really incredible fics lately, and they've been so good it makes me not want to write anymore. Have you ever read anything that was too good like that? Send me some rec's, I read all the time.

How do you think Jasper feels? What about Bella? And just to clarify, I said you'd be seeing Clay again, but I can't tell you what that means. I will tell you though, that I don't like pairing SM's character's with my own. That said, sometimes I do things I don't like. But don't worry, Clay's not a threat. Are you confused yet? *maniacal laughter* Good.

Blue Review buttons give clear answers.

~Tay

P.s. - I felt like rec-ing something, so go read 'Green' by Bratty-Vamp. It's a completed, all-human kind of reversed Twilight. Bella's rich and popular, Edward's the owner of the red Chevy. Oh, and did I mention that his father, Carlisle, is the chief of police? *licks lips* Carlisle in a uniform = win. Edward saves money for college by working at his older friend Emmett's lawn care business. Bella's poolside fence needs a little de-weeding. Go check it out.