JPOV

The shadow had looked like Edward's body, built EXACTLY like it. As I stood back from the window, I realized it was the shape of the tree that had made it seem like his shadow. I was imagining things. But the voice seemed real. I didn't know what to think.

With a shake of my head and a small sigh, I headed back into bed, pulling the covers over me. I lay there for a while, thinking about Edward and what could have been between us. It was only a matter of time, I told myself, as I drifted off to sleep.

The sun shone in my bedroom as I was still sleeping, the curtains blowing lightly in the wind as I slowly sat up. I closed that window last night, didn't I? The wind blew again through the room, colder this time and I shivered slightly, getting up to close it. Maybe school would take my mind off things.

As I drove to school, my radio on the country station I always listened to, I thought of that time I drove Edward to school.

*flashback*

"What is this shit, Jasper?" Edward asked as I turned up the radio.

"It's country. You don't like it?" I looked over at him. He had a scowl on his face.

"Not at all. Don't you listen to like, techno or something? Hip hop?" He pleaded, obviously wanting to change the channel.

I scowled at him, and he cracked a smile, turning the dial till he found a song he knew. I knew it too, but I was too upset to sing to it.

Edward started to sing, and I swear his voice sounded like a melody. I could have just parked us in the parking lot and asked him to sing all day. But as we had school, I didn't think that would be an option.

He turned and smiled at me again, his perfect fingers drumming slightly to the rhythm of the beat. I watched those fingers every minute I could, longing to hold them, longing for his touch.

*end flashback*

I headed toward my class, having parked already, flinging my hood onto my head. It was slightly drizzling, a typical Forks day. My IPod was playing my favorite song, Life Is A Highway by Rascal Flatts. It was my favorite band, but I had other artists too, like Keith Urban and my latest obsession, Luke Bryan. I couldn't hear anything really, just the slight drop of rain occasionally. When someone tapped me on the shoulder, I jumped, taking my earbud out of my ear.

"Hey Jasper!"

"Oh, hey Bella." I said, turning toward her.

"Are you headed to class?" She asked, her smile wide.

"Um yeah." I reached up to take my earbuds out of my ear.

"Oh, well is there any chance that you could hangout maybe tonight? I've got something to study and I was thinking you could help me." She said, her lips in a slight pout and just a hint of flirting in her tone.

I quickly changed the subject. "I uh...have somewhere to go tonight, and I won't be home at all." I shrugged. "Sorry."

She nodded, her face deflated. "Aww, maybe next time then." She turned and headed off to her class, which incidentally is mine too. Groaning, I trudged off in that direction, rather wanting to get soaked in this rain then go to class.

After class finally let out, I headed toward my truck. School was officially out for the weekend for me and I wanted to stay away from Bella's knowing stare as I got into my truck and headed home. Before I could get in though, I saw a quick flash of bronze hair, and heard his laugh. Looking around the parking lot, I saw no one that looked at all like Edward, and hopped in, starting the cab and heading out of the parking lot.

Opening the door to the house, I dropped my keys on the table and ran a hand through my long hair, checking around the house before heading upstairs for any sign of Edward. Maybe all those memories I've been having are coming back to haunt me.

I stood for a while at my bedroom door, taking a deep breath before I slowly opened the door. I had my eyes shut, and when the door opened fully, I opened one eye. Everything was the same, but I moved further into the room, and almost screamed. He hadn't been there when I looked before.

"Edward?" I asked, slowly.

All he did was turn toward me, and smile. I couldn't take this moment seriously, because I didn't know if it was my imagination making me see him or what.

"Are you actually...alive?" I moved forward to touch him. My hand actually touched skin, his t-shirt fit snugly over his chest. He was alive alright.

"How?" Was all I could manage, the tears starting to fall.

He had a lot of explaining to do.