Home. To an empty house.
Oh, scratch that. I hear voices upstairs.
Of course, Jasper beat me home.
"Jazz, please come back! Just listen to us!" Jackie pleaded.
"Jackie, just leave, okay?" Jasper said.
"Not without you!" she yelled.
"Uh, hey. What's going on?" I said, walking in awkwardly.
"Oh, hi, Mia. See ya later, Jazz." She said. Then she jumped out the window and ran off.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Jackie wants me to come home." He said calmly. He's in pain again.
I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"It's okay…" I said, wishing I could send calming waves to him.
"….Maybe." he said.
He's so cold.
I sighed.
"The floor can't be too comfortable…" I said.
He looked up at me.
"If you want…You can…sit on the end of my bed." I said.
"Thanks." He smiled.
"You're welcome." I mumbled.
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"Winter's coming." He said to me. Sitting at the end of my bed, he looked like he was hiding something.
"Yeah, so?" I asked.
"Do you like the snow?" he asked me.
"I-I guess so. It's pretty nice." I replied.
"Okay." He said.
That's it????
"Uh…Why?" I asked.
"You'll see."
This is terrible. Can't he just tell me???
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"Wake up, darling." I heard a voice say in my ear.
"Jazz…Wha?" I asked. Why am I always half asleep when I talk to him??
"Look out side." He said.
I gasped.
The sun was just peaking over the horizon. A light, fluffy snowfall speckled the Sun's rays with crystals. The crystals looked very much like the shimmering of Jasper's skin.
"You said you like the snow." He said. "I want to take you somewhere. But we'll be gone all day."
"Where?" I asked, still in a trance, looking at the snow.
"Forks, Washington." He said. Now, with his arms around my waist, I lost my breath.
"L-Let's go." I breathed.
"You can call your parents when we get there. They should be up by then." He said to me.
I breathed heavily. "Okay."
"I'll g o outside when you change. Hurry, dear, you'll love the place I'm taking you." He whispered to me. Stop torturing me with your sweet breath!
As soon as he was outside, I pulled on my favorite pair of skinny jeans and a red top to compliment my eyes. Who needs to wear my contacts when I'm with him? Putting on my newsboy hat, I opened the window and whispered that I was ready.
"You look wonderful." He said.
"Thanks...Um, yeah…Thanks." I stuttered.
Laughing a little, he said, "Hold on to your hat, Mia. We're running cross-country."
Grabbing me and slinging me on his back, we ran. Faster than I went with Alice by ten times. Occasionally, he would slow down to show me places he'd lived. We slowed down in Topeka and I showed him where I lived. Hours passing, by the time we made it to Forks, it was already daylight there. Well, if you can call it daylight. It's raining.
"Oh, no! It's raining!" I said. Wow, I sound like an idiot.
"C'mon, let's go buy some raincoats at Newton's." he said.
"Alright." I replied.
Then, we were there. We were greeted by a friendly-looking, college aged guy. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes.
"Morning, welcome to Newto- Wait, you?" he asked. "Jasper Hale? What're you doin' back here, man???"
"You know him?" I whispered.
"Nope." He whispered back.
"yeah you do! I was Bella's friend. Ya know, Mike? Mike Newton?" Mike said.
"Who's this 'Bella' you speak of? And my name's Austin, yo. Nice to meet ya though, Mike." Jasper said, acting like a gangster.
I suppressed a laugh, but at the same time, wondered why he was lying to this Mike.
Mike looked troubled.
"Tell Bella I say hi, okay?" he asked.
"I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout, dawg." He said. "Let's go, boo."
"O-okay." I said, giggling.
"have…Have a nice day." Mike said, sounding disappointed.
Outside of the store, Jasper laughed. "Okay, bad idea."
"Why? Did you know him?" I asked.
"yeah. He was at school when I was here last. Didn't think he'd still be working at home though." Jasper said, finally done laughing.
"Well, why can't he remember you?" I asked. "Is it not allowed or something?"
"Mia, listen. Every time we leave a place, we have to swipe our records and start again somewhere else. No one can find out that we have been running around the country, going to high school, and graduating twenty-something times. Our cover would be blown." He explained.
"Oh… So it's like you were never there." I said.
"Yeah, pretty much." He replied.
"Well…What about when you graduate from Stockdale…" I said, walking away from him.
"Mia, no. I won't leave you." He said, hugging me from behind and whispering in my ear.
I tried to get away, but he wouldn't let me. Ugh, this tough love is giving me a migraine.
"Okay, I know you didn't bring me to rainy old Forks to get a good laugh. Why are we here?" I asked.
He didn't answer. He just threw me on his back again and we ran. Ran into a forest. I see an opening ahead. We stop.
"What…is this?" I asked.
We are standing in an open meadow. The rain is still falling, but it's beautiful.
"This is…where my family used to… come." He said. Liar!
"I didn't need super-human powers to detect that lie." I joked. "Really, what is it?"
"This...is where Edward brought Bella. All the time. So they could have special time together." He said.
What? He brought me to Edward and Bella's place??
"Jasper…" I said, upset.
"What, dear? What's wrong?" he asked, now concerned.
"This is Edward and Bella's place. Jasper, they're in love. And married. With a kid! And we're…..not." I said to him.
"Is it the rain? Mia, look." He said, gently.
I turned around to see him cup some water in his hands. Exhaling onto the water, he turned it into snow.
"Look, snow." He said.
"Jasper, can we just go home?" I asked. I don't want to go. This is amazing, but...It still doesn't feel…right.
"Okay, dear. We'll make it home before dinner." He said.
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I hope I didn't hurt him. He didn't talk the whole way home. Tonight, he's back on his sleeping bag, looking out the window. But this time, I won't cry. He's got to understand…But…What is there to understand? I…love him…but…No, it's wrong. It's too soon. I'm too young….But maybe…..I do love him…….But I can't tell him. Not yet.