A/N: Here is chapter 19 - Remember I speak Spanish, so I'm sorry for the mistakes this might have. PLEASE COMMENT BACK!!!!! And I hope you like it.

Chapter 20

Jasper looked as if he was the very best chef in the whole world as he cooked the banquette that smelt deliciously. Though my stomach was seriously closed for the nervousness, the smell was just too good… And I was dying to see how it tasted.

Jasper was moving from side to side, placing some pots in the stove and taking out others. And I couldn't not smile as I saw him with his graceful movements, he actually looked happy doing that. As if he had born for cooking.

I was still sitting in the bench, my head resting in my left hand, and my eyes posed on him.

"What?" He smiled as he looked at me with puzzled eyes and then to the stove again.

"Nothing, it's just that I'm always cooking and it's nice to see a man cooking himself." I blushed a little bit, but it was true.

He sighed deeply and stared into my eyes one more time. "You know it isn't true the saying that all men are the same, right?"

I hoped not, I was betting my life on it. "You sure?"

"Completely." He smiled once again.

My mouth suddenly hung open when I saw him add a red sauce to a pot which in response exploded in fire. He looked at my bewildered face with childish eyes and chuckled.

"So haven't you ever thought about studying this professionally?" I cleared my voice.

He sighed deeply, suddenly his eyes got lost in some trail of thought. A bit of sorrow hidden in them. "I already know what I'm going to study…"

"And what is that?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. His tone didn't seem convinced at all. On the contrary.

He suddenly turned down the power of the stove a bit and walked with determined steps to a corner of the kitchen. He took a certificate from the wall, then walked to my side and placed it in my hands.

'Best Boat Renter of the Year – 2009. Mark Hale.'

"This is the seventh time consecutive that my father wins. I have to keep on with the tradition." He shrugged and placed the certificate back in its place. His hands a bit shaky, his features suddenly sad.

"I don't see you too convinced…" I said truthfully. I tried to make my tone as soft as possible because it truly wasn't of my concern. But I felt the need to know.

He laughed a bitter laugh. "Does it matter?" And then he continued with his cooking work.

"I think it does…" I mumbled again. "Is it really what you want?"

I could see him shaking his head from behind him. And another bitter laugh escaped his thorax.

"It doesn't matter what I want, it's a family business and I need to continue it. It doesn't matter if I hate it, repulse it, and love more than a thousand times more cooking or playing football, it's just doesn't matter at all. All that matters is that I continue with this stupid business of this mediocre family that shows everything but what it really is; SH*T!"

I was shocked, completely frozen. His shouts were truly strong and he seemed so angry, so hurt… that it made me want to cry.

He was still giving me his back. His hands at each side of the stove, his head down, his thorax going up and down as if he was breathing hard.

Without even thinking it twice I stood up from my seat and walked to his side, slowly, hesitantly. My hands found his shoulders as I tried to comfort him. His head turned slowly towards me, and now I saw his eyes red… as if he was making his best to stop the tears that were imminently coming.

"I'm sorry," He whispered with a husky voice. "You shouldn't have seen this, I'm just—" And then he started to cry.

My heart cracked a bit as I heard his silent sobs, and in a rush I placed myself between the stove and his body to be able to place his head in my shoulder so I could comfort him better.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry…" He kept on saying again and again. My hands moved unconsciously to his blond and wavy hair, brushing it slightly.

"Shh, don't worry… cry as much as you need, don't worry…" That was me trying to reassure him. My voice went out in a husky way; even though I wasn't crying I felt too bad for him. And an immense need to cry myself overwhelmed me.

There were too many feelings I'd been feeling inside… and it was just too much. But he didn't need this now; he needed someone to be there for him, to comfort him as apparently no one had been doing.

Some minutes passed, minutes that felt like an eternity, and his head was still placed in the hollow between my neck and my left shoulder. But luckily it wasn't wet anymore and the sobs in Jasper's thorax were decreasing with every second passing by.

Suddenly everything became silent. More serious. My heart started to beat with violence as I felt his nose brushing the bare skin of my neck. His breathing giving tickles to every portion of my body.

And then I felt something soft in my neck and I closed my eyes as his lips started leaving little kisses through all the way up of it. My heart attack was there too - oh, you never leave, don't you?!

His lips were already reaching my cheek. Every movement was slow, really slow… Our breathings a bit harder, our hands a bit more impatient.

Our mouths were now inches one from the other…

"It's raining men, hallelujah! It's raining men, amen!"

And of course it needed to happen. Of course he needed to call.

"Jesus Christ," Jasper muttered under his breath as we both jump from the sound of that stupid song coming from my stupid cell phone that was in my stupid pocket! He sighed deeply and walked some steps away from me.

"I'm so sorry," I pleaded as I blushed in a completely new range of red. I took the cell phone from my pocket with a fast movement and stared at it with furious eyes.

"Just answer," He sighed, shaking his head.

I nodded and placed the damn little thing on my ear. I hoped there was a very good explanation from the other side of the line if no one wanted me to become a murderer.

"Hello?" I muttered.

"Oh, hey Bell." I heard my-not-so-best-friend-right-now say with a casual tone.

"What do you want, Edward?" I asked almost fuming.

I heard Jasper muttering something under his breath and after laughing sarcastically, I saw him turning on the power of the stove again.

"Why the rush?" Edward said with casualty one more time. Was he kidding me?!

"Because I can't talk right now, remember, Edward?" My teeth were grinding. God, what was it with him?!

"Oh, sorry, did I interrupt anything?" His tone was different towards the end. He suddenly seemed… serious.

"I'm going to hang up, Edward. Seriously, what do you need?" I was starting to get really angry. He'd had his dates with JessicASS, with her needy ass, and I wasn't every time interrupting them! Ugh!

"Well, umm, I don't remember who gets killed in the book."

I frowned involuntary. "What book?"

"Romeo and Juliet?"

"Oh, you don't remember who gets killed in Romeo and Juliet?" Was he kidding me, I'd told him about it like more than a thousand times!

"That's what I said, wasn't it?"

I just wanted to hang him. Seriously. Au revoir, Edwin, see you in the next life! "Why do you want to know that now?!" I breathed deeply, tying to contain my rage.

"It's just that there is this game on the TV that you need to answer these questions and one is that one."

"Isn't the time over?" My teeth grinded one more time.

"Let me see…" Alright, he seriously was kidding me. "Oh, yeah, now yep."

"So why are you still talking to me Edward!" The impatient on my voice turned the question into an affirmation.

I peeped at Jasper once and he so didn't have a nice face. His eyebrows were forming one, his mouth in a thin line, his hands automatically moving from one side to the other. Two plates were already in the kitchen counter, and he suddenly turned off the stove. It seemed as if he was making more noise than necessary.

Did this mean the dinner was ready?

"Sorry, I thought it was still on. So… You spending a nice time?"

"Goodbye, Edward." I fumed.

"'Kay, 'kay, I got it! Jeez, you don't have to be so mean!" He said with an annoyed voice. Oh, so he was the one annoyed!

"I'm not mean, I'm on a date!" I whispered to the phone with a hard voice. "I'm sorry, I just need to go, E. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Alright, Be caref—" But I had already hung up.

I looked at Jasper with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's not happening again."

"Was he scared?" Jasper said sarcastically as he put the plates on the table. It had a rose in the middle.

"He wanted to play some kind of TV show game, I don't know," I sighed and sat on a chair of the little table. It was actually really nice.

"Game? That Cullen is weird." He frowned and shook his head. He then placed a steak with a red sauce and different vegetables in my plate that smelt deliciously.

The air was still too tense so I decided to light it up a little bit. "Oh, Jasper, I'm sorry I didn't tell you but I'm a vegetarian." I lied, faking a disgusted face as I stared at the piece of meat in my plate.

His eyes widened with this. "Oh, really? I'm sorry I didn't know, I---"

But a laugh of my lips cut him off. "Just kidding, love meat." I smiled childishly.

He sighed in relief. "You really did scare me for a minute. Silly Bella." He smiled and sat himself.

I looked at my big plate with awe. "This looks so good."

"Taste it and then you tell me, remember, tough critic?" He teased, arching an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah," I played. "I don't know, huh? Maybe it's not that good; I'll have to judge it…" I sighed teasingly and ate a bite.

And wow. It was more than awesome, it was perfect.

"Mmh," I mumbled with a serious voice as he scrutinized me with expectant eyes. "It's…"

His eyes were wider with every second passing by.

"It's just perfect, really. It tastes awesome." I smiled. The huge grin that appeared in his face in that second was something I would always remember.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it." He grinned and started eating too.

"How is it called?"

"Bifteck a la Jasper," He said with a French tone. And then he laughed, a dimple appearing on each side of his prominent cheeks.

Some time in the plate peas appeared. And I just couldn't not laugh.

"What? Why are you laughing?" He asked, intrigued. The corner of his lips arching involuntary.

"I'm just remembering something, I'm sorry!" I burst laughing even more. So much that I almost had tears on my eyes.

He waited with childish eyes as I finished with my laughing party. "Are you going to tell me now?"

I sighed and stared at nowhere, recreating the old scene with my head. "I was just remembering how annoying Edward can be some times… Jeez, you know, he's always hated peas, since I met him at least. And once we were at this fancy dinner of his father's work and there were SO many peas on his plate… " A grinning Jasper turned suddenly into a serious Jasper. But I needed to finish.

"So… I really don't know why but there was this tiny dog in there, like a Chihuahua? So he called the dog and gave one by one all of the peas he had. Some time later an old woman shouted desperately and there she was running from side to side with the dog in arms and shouting that the dog was dying! Edward and I stared with horror to the scene; I swear all the color in Edward's face had suddenly vanished. You should have seen his face; I've never seen him so scared! Then the veterinarian came and he said someone had given the dog something that gave him allergy and he was only minutes from dying if the vet hadn't made the intervention fast enough!" I laughed again.

Jasper was staring at me with a frown paste in his face. His features too serious.

"You know, Edward? Almost killed a Chihuahua? It's just… It's just hilarious, isn't it?"

No answer.

"Yeahm…" I kept babbling as if I was stupid. And Jasper was still with that too serious, too 'I'm-not-laughing-even-a-bit' face in himself. Just staring at me in disbelief. What was his problem? IT WAS FUNNY!

"He annoys me SO much," I sighed deeply. I wanted to say anything to break that awkward silence between us.

"You know, for being someone that annoys you immensely you talk pretty much about him." He muttered with that same serious face on him and kept on eating.

"Psst, I do not!" I mumbled as I ate a much bigger bite than what my mouth allowed me to.

"Yeah, you really do. But don't worry." He muttered again and shook his head.

The next couple of hours we spent them talking about ourselves, as always… just knowing each other a bit more. Jasper was really, really nice. I really liked him, he wasn't even near a bit similar than what I had thought. That shows you that not everything is what it seems!

The dessert was as delicious as the dinner was; chocolate brownie with vanilla ice cream. Yummy! How did he know it was my favorite?

Then we had a time of jokes in his living room's leather sofa. He did have pretty good jokes and really nice sense of humor. I on the other hand… Well I was a total disaster, just to say that he once faked the laughter so much that we both ended up laughing on how bad his performance was, is enough saying. But well… we did spend a nice time.

Jasper made me smile, just his name itself made me smile… And when he said mine, I wouldn't stop grinning.

"So," He sighed when we had laughed just too much – my cheeks were aching by the excess of work. "I really like spending time with you, you know?" He smiled at me.

The sofa was really large, but somehow we were too close. "I like it too," I blushed.

"Great, because I kind of like you more than you think. You are truly different from the other girls I know, truly different."

"Is that good?" I tried to make my tone sound light.

He nodded anxiously. "Oh, yeah, you don't know how good it is. I'm sick of hearing girls saying they have broken their nails, or that are a milligram fatter than ten minutes ago," He shook his head in disbelief. I hated that too.

"Are you telling me I'm fat?" I teased with an overreacting-like-voice. He laughed at my side.

"No, you are just perfect. Beautiful from the inside and outside…" He whispered as he started coming closer to me.

And there my heart beat with violence one more time. My lips expecting the moment. His only mere inches from mine.

"I'm going to kiss you, I'm just warning you in case you want to turn that cell phone off…" He smiled and closed his eyes. I giggled quietly, and then…

Our lips touched. Gently, slowly, sweetly. And…

Oh My God! There wasn't this lips I had right in front of me that I was feeling, that my own were touching…

They were Edward's. I was freaking remembering Edward's lips when Jasper was kissing me!

I froze so much that I thought Jasper would think he was kissing a stone called Bella. His hands were caressing my hair and mine were just frozen in his shoulders.

No, Bella! CONCENTRATE! Y-O-U A-R-E N-O-T F-E-E-L-I-N-G W-H-A-T Y-O-U T-H-I-N-K Y-O-U A-R-E F-E-E-L-I-N-G! Yes, that was my brain in a vain attempt to convince me of something that was just not true. I could feel Edward's lips; I even could see the boat! My God, I was going completely whacko! Charlie was sure going to put me in a madhouse tomorrow morning because I was going completely insane, maybe I'd turned a serial killer… Maybe I wanted to kill Jasper right now--

"Bella, are you okay?" I heard Jasper asking in front of me, his eyes worried. "I think you need to breathe,"

I did as he commanded. And I felt much better. At least I didn't want to kill Jasper.

"You just—froze, sure you are okay?" His voice came in a worried way too. And I just prayed that my face wasn't that bad.

I nodded slowly. "I-I'm fine, I'm just a bit tired, I guess…" I mumbled, a bit disoriented.

"Alright…" He stared deeply into my eyes. "You wanna go home?"

And I didn't! But I was completely confused; I didn't know what to think! And his lips felt good on mine… But they weren't his the ones I felt. They were my best friend's ones.

"Yes, I think I better go… It's almost midnight anyway…" I breathed and stood up from the sofa.

He both walked in a quite way; I couldn't stare anywhere but the floor.

"Wait a sec," He said when we were already outside the door and went inside the house again.

I used that the time for breathing slowly and trying to calm myself down. God, how I hated that the one thing that would always calm me down was now the same thing that would give me a heart attack!

Jasper came outside again and looked at me with a smile. "This was for you," He shrugged and gave me the rose I saw in the table.

"Thanks, I love it." I gasped and felt its nice smell.

"So, I guess I'll be seeing you this Tuesday, huh?"

"I guess," I choked. I had almost forgotten about that. Oh, boy.

He walked by my side to my car and closed the door for me. He then bended down to reach my face.

"I wasn't kidding about the 'you are different' thing, you seriously are. And I seriously like you. I want this as slow as possible, I want to make things right just for once in my life." He sighed and stared once again into my eyes with such intensity that I had to look away.

He was so sweet. But I couldn't promise anything now, not tonight, not after this. I needed to think just a bit. I knew it wasn't anything; it would probably be just another later symptom of the butter illness… But anyway I couldn't say anything tonight. So I just smiled back.

"Sorry about the scene today, I'm really not like that—"

"Hey, it's okay, really. I like that you feel you can in me." And that was true.

He sighed. "I wish you could trust in me too," And then after leaving me in shock again for his previous state, he kissed me sweetly on the cheek and went away from the car.

With shaky hands I turned it on and pressed the gas pedal – not to the top. I didn't have any rush now. I waited until I couldn't see the house anymore and put hard rock in the stereo - the volume as loud as possible.

And there I just let the strong instruments flow through my body, trying to fade away any worry. Even if it wasn't possible.