Author's Note: Hey fellow FanFiction readers/writers! I really wanted to write a Bella/Jasper story, so here it is. I promise it won't go back to Bella/Edward. I hate that. –growls- I hope you enjoy it! And please review.
Disclaimer: Hello, my name is Stephenie Meyer…
Conscience: No, it isn't!
Me: Yes it is!
Conscience: No it isn't and you know it. Tell these people the truth!
Me: Fine, fine, fine. If I was Stephenie Meyer, I wouldn't have let Kristen Stewart play Bella in the movie. –dramatic sigh- Happy now?
Oh, and I don't own the title "P.S. I Love You." There is a movie called that and a song.
P.S. I Love You
I woke up from a dreamless sleep, I hadn't had one of those for a while, to find the spot next to me on my bed empty. I shot up and looked around. I was right. Edward wasn't here. I lied back down and turned over on my side, facing Edward's now vacant spot. There was a folded note on the pillow.
I am out hunting for the day. Sorry to make you worry. I'll be back before you know it.
All my love,
I sighed. Hunting for the day. Now what? I stood up, grabbed my toiletries bag and headed for the shower. Once I felt the hot water loosen up my muscles, I started thinking about how my whole life revolved around Edward. If I wanted to do something or go somewhere, Edward had to be there. If he was gone for an amount of time, I was lost. If I couldn't feel his touch, I felt
hollow. Today was one of those days. I didn't know what to do now that he was gone. Today was going to be a very boring Saturday.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, still wondering what kinds of things I could do to keep myself busy all day. I had no homework, and all the laundry was done. I couldn't go down to La Push, because then Alice would see my future disappear and call Edward back, and I couldn't do that. Not when I knew he needed to hunt.
I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. That's when I decided what I wanted to do today. I could go down to the Cullen's house. Maybe I could visit the ones who didn't go along with Edward.
I ran down the stairs and grabbed my jacket. Then I remembered. Charlie. I bounced to the kitchen and wrote Charlie a note, just in case he came home early and I was still gone.
I'm gone to the Cullen's. I'm not sure when I'll be back. There is food in the fridge if I'm not home in time for dinner.
I skipped out the door towards my truck. Knowing that I'd see the Cullen's today made my mood noticeably better. It always did.
The engine roared to life, and soon I was in the Cullen's driveway. I made my way to the door and was about to turn the knob when the door flung open by itself. I was in the middle of wondering where my sudden magic ability to open doors without contact came from, when I noticed the person standing in the doorway.
"Hey, Jasper," I said and smiled. He didn't smile back. The sad look in his eyes automatically made me anxious.
"Jasper, what's wrong? What happened?" I asked him, truly scared now.
He sighed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, so see for yourself," he said. I followed him into Edward's room.
My mouth dropped open, and water started to flood my eyes.
Edward looked up from under the sheets after he heard my small intake of breath. As did Alice.
"Bella! I didn't hear you coming!" he said. I didn't know what to do. My mind was all jumbled and I could hardly see past the blurry tears welling up in my eyes.
But no matter the tears, I could still see what was going on.
Alice, my best friend, and Edward, my fiancé, together in bed. Was it too early to assume what was going on? (Note: Sarcasm)
"Oh, Bella, I am so sorry!" Alice started to say, before I ran out of the room and out of the house. I bolted to my truck and reached for the door handle, when a freezing hand stopped me.
"Edward, go away. I need some time-"
"It's not Edward," the musical voice said. I turned around and saw Jasper. Before I could say anything, he pulled me into a tight hug. It felt comforting to know that someone else could feel my pain, and be sad with me. I mean, his wife! Plus, he could feel my pain already, being an empath and all.
"Bella," he whispered next to my ear. "I'm so sorry."
"Me too," I said as I pulled away. I got in my truck and drove off.
I couldn't believe what was happening. One second I'm all excited to see my family, and the next….I refused to think about it. If I started tearing up while I was driving, who knew what could happen.
I pulled into Charlie's driveway and got out as fast as I could manage. I ran up the stairs, only tripping twice, and leaped on my bed. Not bothering to even take my shoes off, I covered myself with the quilt and cried.
I hadn't realized I had fallen asleep until I woke up. I looked out the window, which was still open, and saw that it was dark out. I threw off my quilt and walked to the window, where I slammed it shut and locked it. There was no way I was letting him into my house.
I crawled back into bed, not wanting to do anything except cry. My eyes started filling up again when I head a light tap on my window. I thought it was Edward, so I didn't get up. Then I heard, "Bella!" in a loud whisper. It didn't sound like Edward's voice. I stood up and walked to the window. I unlocked it and opened it.
My eyes popped open.
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