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A/N: This chapter is a little longer. R&R tell me what you think.

"Bud, come on..." Jazz whined, "I'm leaving without you if you don't wake up..." he warned, but it was an empty threat, I had the house keys after all. Suddenly, I felt myself being swept off the jet's seat where I had taken residence during our 7 hr. flight from coast to coast, and felt a bone chilling wind hit my face so hard I swear I saw stars.

As we made our way through the landing strip towards the black Cadillac that was waiting to take us home, I felt something wet hit my face so I looked up, big mistake, because as I lifted my head HUGE rain drop stared hit my face. Guess what? someone is out to rain on my parade ,apparently.

"What the fuck, Jasper?" I asked as he chuckled beside me.

"You…look…like a soaked …little…kitten", he said between laughs. He was right even if we were now running towards the car the rain had gotten me soaking wet, but of course Mr. giggles to my left here was effin' dry…wait a goddam minute….he was FUCKING DRY?

"Motherfucker! Where did you get an umbrella?" I screeched as we reached the car, and the chauffer let us in.

"While you were throwing your hissy fit over being woken-up, a lovely hostess gave it to me", he explained while buckling his seat belt.

"Lovely hostess, huh? Looks like someone just joined the mile high club…"I teased.

"Not joined, Babe, just gained a few extra miles", Jazz smirked.

I scoffed at him.

What a cocky asshole, but then again with his looks, who wouldn't be? Jasper is 6'3, has baby blue eyes that hold understanding and a hint of mishift for anyone who knows him well, a shaggy mess of golden blonde curls, a killer smile, a nice looking six pack and an even nicer looking muscle tone body. Sure, Jazz-pants is popular with the ladies, and enjoys a one-night stand as much as the next person in line, but he makes sure they know what they're are getting into. All in all he's a great guy, laid back and relaxed a southern gentleman and not manwhore-ish at all. Plus, he has a nerdy Civil War obsession, his southern charm and light accent even after not living in Texas anymore; make him, weird and unique like me.

Before I know it we are speeding into Port Angels which according to Carlos, our chauffer, is about a 45minute drive from Forks. Port Angels was not as little as I thought it would be. It had a mall, a cinema, a couple restaurants and some stores here and there, apart from a houses and apartment complexes that pretty much wraps it up. It looked nice enough, I guess, it was no Manhattan, Phoenix, or Chicago, but it was a quaint little town.

"Carlos, how much longer, now?" I ask, while looking through my messenger bag for my camera so I could take a picture of Jazz sleeping while sucking on his thumb. Great blackmail, I thought, as I snapped the picture.

"Another 15minutes, Miss Swan." he said, while turning his eyes back to the road, after seeing me nod in approval.

Forks came to view a few minutes later, it was much smaller than Port Angels, from what I saw there was only; a grocery store, a diner, a police station, a gas station, and maybe a hardware store, the rest was houses which were separated by forest, a forest that seems to pretty much circle the little town. Soon, we were a little bit out of town, and in front of a wrought iron gate, after Carlos spoke to someone through the little black intercom, we were let in. The inside of the gated community was nice the houses were less spaced out, all perfectly painted, the greenest grass I had ever seen which was impeccably cut, the forest behind them looked more like their backyard than just simply there, and the cars in front of each house were all spotless and the shining. It seemed like the absolute perfect community to live in, which really didn't go with, since I'm usually the type of person they try to keep out with the big intimidating gates and the various security guards.

It took a few tiny hits on the head for Jazz to wake-the-fuck-up, just as the car stops in front of a medium sized, pale yellow house, getting out of the car with Jazz I see that Charlie's not home since from what I see there's no cars in the drive way and no lights on in the house.

"That's the last of your luggage, Miss Swan," Carlos says as he hands over my last suitcase to Jasper, "Enjoy your stay, I've been told that there are instructions inside the house left by Mr. Swan"

"Thank you, Carlos" Jasper says, while I inspect the front of the house, it looks nice.

As soon as pleasantries are over and done, Carlos speeds away from the house like a bat out of hell, but who could blame him? Even I feel misplaced in this neighborhood and I'm supposed to live here. Fucking-A.

"It's now or never, bud." Jazz says to me while pulling me up the porch and to the front door. I open the doors hesitating a bit before swinging the door wide open. The interior of the house is warm and inviting, clearly done by a professional, to the left of the entry way was the living room which was decorated in nice soft brown colors with two leather couches, a comfortable looking armchair, a nice oak and glass coffee table, a stone fireplace, with knick-knacks scattered here and there. To the right there was the dining room with a oak dining table big enough for 6 people, and an open view to the kitchen which had black granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances, and warm brown cabinets, a bar that separate another room with a smaller breakfast table that looked like it was meant for daily use unlike the dining room which was much too formal, a pair of big glass French doors lead to the big backyard ,and back inside the kitchen there was an entry way that lead to one of the 3 half bathrooms. Upstairs to the right there was my father's bedroom to the far corner, next to it there was an office, and a library next to it ,another half bathroom at the top of the stair separated the right wing from the left wing which had 2 guest rooms, next to those my bedroom and to the far corner another library which had a library much smaller than the last one and had a baby grand piano in the middle and a small sitting area off to the side.

Jazz picked his room and I went into mine. A few hours later and all settled in we ventured through the house in order to find something to eat. As we entered the kitchen a yellow piece of paper caught my attention.

"Hey, Jazz I think I found our 'instructions'." I said while signaling him over. Jazz takes the paper from me and quickly scans over it. Ceremoniously he clears his throat and starts reading in his best narrator voice:

"Dear, Bella & Jasper.

I'm sorry that I could not meet you in the airport or at the house. Sadly, work got in the way," I scoffed. Yeah right, " I hope you had a great flight in the new jet, I know it's a beauty. I'm afraid to inform you that you will not be seeing me until Monday afternoon. If I don't get to see you Jasper, my best wishes. As for the weekend meals, Mrs. Esme Cullen offered to make you breakfasts, lunch and dinner at the Cullen house, the one right next door, who takes up the corner street." Don´t think so dad, " Knowing you, Bella, you'll refuse, which is why on the first drawer to your right there is fast food delivery numbers and restaurant numbers," Daddy knows me so well, " also there is a black debit card with your name on it feel free to use it. Your cars will be arriving tomorrow. And lastly you will have to go to school to pick up your time tablet, schedule, and books. Do this tomorrow, please. If you need to know where the school is at ask Mrs. Esme Cullen for the address dough I think I have a card for the school next to the home phone it's called: Roccwell Private School.

Love, Charles Swan."

"So, what do you feel like eating today?" I asked throwing the paper away. We weren't going to need it again.

"You decide, Bells," He said while flipping his phone open, "Yes…Of course, I understand…..I just got here….I will sir….Thank you….Good-bye, sir." He finished with a sigh and ran his hands over his face roughly.

"What is it, Jazz-pants?" I asked giggling at my childish nickname. He sighs again and reaches out for me to sit on his lap, I complied.

"I'm being called back home, there is a competition I have to attend, plus my dad is coming home tomorrow night" he said nuzzling his head at the crook of my neck.

I ran my finger through his head scratching the scalp lightly; I knew that apart from helping me settle-in here Jasper was looking forward to some nice days off from his life back in NYC. Jasper's dad Officer Whitlock or Sargent or whatever he was ,was a very strict man, military was his life and that affected Jazz greatly during his life with him as his only parent it made him loyal and respectful, but he also needed nurturing that his mother, who died giving birth to him couldn't offer him, so the next best thing? Grandma Whitlock, she was great, funny to the bone, charming, and could give a real ass whooping to whoever got out of line, she took Jazz into her home and took care of him. Jazz only sees his dad once or twice a year for a week or so, but those are Jasper's worst weeks, daddy Whitlock only criticizes him, never sees all the great accomplishment he makes at school and doesn't like that Jasper is not willing to join the active military service or go to military school. So during his week with him, he teaches him everything there is to know about the military, in other words he makes Jasper's world a living hell.

"It's going to be alright Jazz," I say quietly, "It's only one week you'll pull through you always do." He looks up his eyes are broken and sad, I hate his dad for always doing this to him, breaking him.

"You are right," he sniffs, " I'm being a baby about it." He chuckles.

"When do you leave?" I ask afraid to know the answer I really wanted him with me.

"Tonight, actually," He says looking at his wrist watch, " in a few hours, at 9:25, Dad is sending an army plane to pick me up"

"So he knows?" Daddy Whitlock never liked me, he said I was bad for his child and was 'as scattered brained as her mother', yeah right, bet he didn't think that while he had his cock up my mother's pussy, yeah they had a one night stand a few years ago. Don't judge.

"No. Gran told him I was at a swim meet up in Seattle, so I'm off the hook", he said, "unless he checks with the school" We both laughed.

"Sure, and I'm the queen of England" I said sarcastically. Last time Daddy Whitlock was at school was never, because he 'doesn't have the time'.

"Let's order in then," I said hopping off his lap, "pizza or Chinese?"

"PIZZA!" we both yell at the same time and start laughing.

This may be easier then I though.

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A/N: I've been looking for good FF. If you have recs please PM or leave the link or name in your review.

I´m looking for Sealward or Army brat Bella. Basiclly Edward/Bella stories that take place in millitary academy or that a millitary academy is own by own of their parents. I'll read inprogress and completed. Also if you want me to read your FF please also give me the name or link.

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