Just to clarify a few things:
1. Jasper can read lips and sign, he can talk normally because he lost his hearing at a young age, he was not born deaf.
2. This chapter's title was Adding To the Noise by Switchfoot.
Disclaimer: We do not own twilight; if we did I'm pretty sure I would be off somewhere making plans to take over the literary world …again.lol.
Bella's POV
I woke up to the sound of rain pouring. Opening my eyes weakly, I looked over to the clock.
12:00 pm.
Grumbling, I rolled over and smothered my face in the pillows. After a couple minutes of fighting for sleep, I gave up and stumbled, disoriented, to the main bathroom to get my shampoo seeing as my mother forgot to return it to my bathroom after she used it.
Halfway to the bathroom door, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
"It should be the left door at the very end of the hallway. I'll be up there in a sec," my mom's voice called.
Who was she talking to? Still slightly asleep, I turned and – oh my god!
There, on the landing was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen. Tall and pale, with blonde hair in a slight disarray, and a lean, yet muscular build.
He was dressed in a dark gray band hoodie and some black skinny jeans. He was carrying a checkered backpack and holding a guitar case. I was left breathless at the sight of him.
I slightly remember gasping, but anything else I could have been thinking left my brain once I was met with those dark blue eyes.
…and that's when I remembered. That was Jasper. And I was...
Looking down, I found that I was wearing a sad excuse for pajamas – some blue underwear and short tank top.
Now totally conscious and completely embarrassed, I looked back to find him eyes wide.
"Oh my god," I may have been fully awake, but I wasn't very coherent. "I-uh, and you. Forgot, and," Shaking my head, and knowing I probably looked like a complete idiot, I turned and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me and leaning against it.
"Oh, that must be Bella," I heard my mom say. "She's so clumsy sometimes. She must have bumped into a wall or something."
Great, just great, I thought sarcastically.
This was not quite the greatest first impression I had intended on having.
After retrieving my shampoo and finding the guts to come out, I opened the door a crack checking if anyone was there, and ran into my room so I could shower off some of the embarrassment.
Once I was fully clothed and decent, I slowly walked to the kitchen.
"Someone slept in late," my mother said as she finished making lunch.
I grabbed a sandwich and sat down. "I stayed up late," I shrugged.
"Hmm," she replied quietly.
A couple minutes of silence passed before she spoke up.
"So have you met Jasper yet?"
Brief flashes of him ran through my head and the awestruck expression when he saw me.
I swallowed hard and set the sandwich down, appetite completely lost.
"Not officially, no," I said, suddenly quite captivated by the tables wood pattern.
"Oh, well"- she was cut off by the phone ringing. "I'll go get that."
Alone in the kitchen, I got up and put our plates away.
I heard the door open but didn't turn from the dishes. "So, mom I wanted to know if you'd be okay if I went to Port Angeles tomorrow. I've been wanting to get some new books and,"-I turned to see what her reaction was, but my mother wasn't even in the room…
There, where I was sitting not 5 minutes ago, Jasper sat, drinking some water and absently staring at the window that lead to the back yard. I focused my attention back to the dishes, his blank stare deterring me from any kind of eye contact. He didn't look like he was even there—I mean he was there in body—but his mind was somewhere else completely.
After turning off the water and drying my hands off, I held one hand out. "Um, hi. My name Is Bella."
I don't know what I expected…maybe for him to laugh at me, or for him to ignore me, or something. But I wasn't expecting him to put his glass of water down, and just stare at me with those dark blue eyes that felt like they were boring into my soul, and then just nod.
That's all…no friendly fake smile, no hand shake and no conversation through signing…nothing…
I awkwardly let my hand fall back to my side, and faked a smile. "Well, I take it your Jasper. I uh, hope you like it here..." I don't even remember exactly what I said. I just went on mumbling, completely lost in his gaze. Although he wasn't smiling, I saw the amusement in his eyes at my expense. But still…not a word.
Maybe I should stop staring, I thought, as Rene walked back into the room.
"Oh good, you two have met," she commented and sat at the table across from him.
"Yeah," I said, taking my eyes off Jasper and shifting my attention to my mom.
"He's one talkative guy," I stated, and saw Jasper smile in the corner of my eye.
Renée, oblivious to just about everything, smiled at that. "Well, that's good that you get along," she chirped happily, turning to Jasper. "Bella will be your guide around here for a while."
I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. What the hell kind of conversations do you have with a blank canvas?
When Renée finally stopped her long speech about Forks to take a breath, I cut in.
"Mom, I've been needing to get some new books and I wanted to know if it was okay if I went to Port Angeles tomorrow." I said. It wasn't really a question. I was old enough to take care of myself, but still I let her feel more like the superior.
"Oh, that'd be great. You should take Jasper with you; show him around."
I tried my best not to look completely terrified. I like to be alone, well…I've become accustomed with being alone. And being with anyone, especially him, made me nervous.
"Well don't try to look so excited about it," Rene said sarcastically.
"No, that's not it," I spilled quickly. "…It's just that…I was planning on getting an early start."
I purposely let myself look at him. "Will you be okay with being ready by nine," I asked.
Giving me a completely blank stare, Jasper looked at me and just –you won't believe it- nodded.
Trying not to let my anger show, I excused myself and headed upstairs.
I needed to write…I needed to do anything to get my mind off of how horrible I felt. Obviously he didn't like me. He wouldn't even say one word to me, he hardly looked at me. I never knew I could be so easily hated (great, another person that didn't like me). But maybe it was him. There was something just…strange about him
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I got halfway down the stairs when my mom ran into me.
"Oh Bella, good," she said, handing me a stack of towels. "Can you put these away in the hall closet, give some to Jasper, and then tell him that dinner is ready?"
Knowing that there was no way to get out of it, I sighed and made my way back up the stairs.
I put the towels away as slowly as I could, trying to buy some time. I don't know what it was that made me so uneasy when I was around him. He was so…strange. And I know strange. The only friend I had was my mother. I was a freak at school, everyone seemed to judge me for the things I wore and never gave me a chance.
Closing the cabinet, I made my way to his room. I hesitated for just a moment before I took a deep breath and knocked quietly.
I didn't look up at first when I heard the door open, but then I remembered that he needed to see my lips in order to get the message, so I settled for staring past him at the window inside his room. "Renee wanted me to give you these, and she wanted me to tell you that…" Again, all thought was lost. I looked directly at him and immediately wished I hadn't. Jasper stood there, a whole foot taller than me, his blonde hair a mess, and not wearing a shirt.
Somewhere in my head, I knew I should look away, but I couldn't. My eyes, having there own mind, drifted from his deep blue eyes, to his soft looking lips, to his perfectly sculpted chest, to his….
"Damn…he's wearing pants…" I thought to myself as I blushed an unattractive shade of crimson.
My eyes quickly shot back to his. Jasper's face was completely emotionless. He was so hard to read and for some reason it really bugged me.
"She told me to tell you that…." What was it again? "Oh, that dinner is ready."
With a quick nod of his head, I handed him the towels and when his hand brushed my finger tips I felt white hot electricity surge through every vein in my body, lighting me up from head to toe. As I looked back up I saw something completely unexpected…shock…I saw pure unadulterated shock written all across his face. He felt it too… was my first thought, but then he recovered quickly and closed the door.
My head was still spinning as I walked back into my room and threw myself across the bed in frustration…
God I hate my life…
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--adding to the noise--
What's it gonna take
to slow us down
to let the silence spin us around?
What's it gonna take
to drop this town?
We've been spinning at the speed of sound.
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