This is a bit of a filler but still you've got to have one every now and then to get the story to move on!!
You have to stop running some time
Tourist season had now come to an end and my mother had managed to get me to help put the Cullen house back into some order. We didn't have to unpack the boxes just put them in the right rooms, which was good I guess. I was looking forward to going back, Sofia had left me alone for weeks now so I thought it was time to take the journals back, I had obviously learnt all I could or I had become as useless as I felt and it was too late to help him. The dark thought depressed me a little.
It had been a long day lugging boxes back and forth but the trusty ipod came in handy, I spent the day listening to my 'angry' music as dad calls it. I didn't personally think Disturbed was my angry music – it was the music that calmed me when I was wound up. It used to be rare that they would be played but my ever increasing need to hear from Sofia had caused my temper to flare a little.
When we returned home, Jason and Sam asked if I wanted to come running with them – they were on a new health kick for the third time this year I might add – I reluctantly agreed; I felt guilty for not spending more time with them lately.
The run was good but soon we settled into silence, it was only then that I realised that I was music less, damn where did I leave it? I mentally ran through the list of places I had been today and the last place had been yep you guessed it Edward's old room.
I slowed down and called out to Sam and Jason, I explained that I was going to separate and go up the house, mum was supposed to still be there anyway and that I would meet up with them further down the running path.
They were very reluctant to let me go but after joking with Jason that he will know if something is wrong with me and they know where about's I will be, they let me go all the while Jason kept a wary eye on me – sometimes being a twin sucks.
After some time I reached the entrance to the drive way, my shoes making a satisfying crunching sound on the pebbles as I went. I reached the door and knocked. There was no answer, when I tried the door it was open so I assumed my mother was still pottering around the giant house on her own.
Not wanting to scare her if she bumped into me or heard me rustling around I called out to her as I walked around the house
"Mum?" nothing "Hey mum, just came to look for my ipod, I'm running with the athletes I need an escape" I rolled my eyes for the benefit of no one. "Soooo anyway, I'm just going to have a look around don't be scared if you hear odd noises It'll probably be me falling on my ass as usual" Ok now I feel stupid I bet she's in the garden and I'm in here talking to the walls.
I looked in every room desperately avoiding one in particular, hoping that I was wrong about leaving it in there. Eventually I ran out of options. I stood with my hand on my hips in the door way and let out a big sigh. How can you miss someone you don't even know? I mean I even miss Sofia, not a lot mind you.
I moved boxes, huffing and puffing eventually with a cry of success "AHA!" I found my little device underneath one of the boxes in the very corner. I turned around and to my horror found a boy stood in the door way.
"For the love of all that is holy!" I yelped, he shifted from his relatively relaxed position of leaning against the door frame, to standing bolt straight, his hands held up in front of his body to show no harm was intended – at least that's what it looked like.
"Sorry" I was slightly breathless "It might sound odd but its not the first time I've had someone pop up on me in that very spot. Kinda makes a girl nervous" I chuckled nervously and shifted on my feet.
"Oh I know I can tell. I'm sorry I didn't mean to disturb you. Although why are you in my house?" his voice sounded familiar, his blonde hair and his eyes looked so darn familiar too. "Are you ok, you seem erm confused?"
"Oh sorry, you just look so familiar. My names Bella by they way" his face dropped for a split second at the sound of my name. Or am I being paranoid?
His face recovered quickly replaced by a genuine smile "Well howdy my name is Jasper" that name where had I heard it before hmmmm. I jumped when I realised.
"J...J…Jasper?" my excitement was getting out of control now. Could it really be the Jasper I had heard about, dreamed about?
His face abruptly changed as a new figure joined Jasper in the doorway. His bronze hair was unmistakable, I gasped slightly as I recognised the boy from my dreams
"You" we both said…