Hi everyone! New chapter! Yay :)
Be aware that this chapter wasn't proofread by my beta, so there might be some mistakes or small inconsistences in it... And yes, she's still betaing for me, I just remembered that I promised you guys a quick update and didn't want to make you wait any longer. :)
So, without further ado, Chapter 14 ;)
After breakfast Alice had insisted on helping me clean up, so I had – very unwillingly I might add - let her dry the dishes. After that she had disappeared into the bathroom and was now taking a shower, leaving me to myself with my confused thoughts. My head was still spinning from her intoxicating presence; her voice was like chiming bells, her laughter made my heart rate skyrocket. She had me wrapped around her little finger and she didn't even know it – which made her all the more irresistible.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. Don't freak out, don't freak out... No use in trying to calm down. He was so perfect. Every time he looked at me with those beautiful, deep, caramel-colored eyes, I almost started hyperventilating. The way his lips curved up into a gentle smile when he looked at me, the way he walked, stood, talked... breathed..
I sighed and turned off the water. Careful not to slip on the wet bathroom floor tiles, I stepped out of the shower and started drying myself off. I turned around to grab my clothes off the little shelf by the window when I stopped dead in my tracks. There, in the overly large bathroom mirror in front of me, was a dark-haired girl. She had brightly shining brown eyes and... she was smiling. Smiling a smile so genuine that I couldn't help but raise my hand to touch it, and the girl mirrored my actions. When I let my hand fall back to my side, so did she. That girl, that happy-looking girl, was me. All my life, I had hated who I was. I had hated myself for making my dad hate me so much. I had hated myself for being broken, had hated that I was so not normal. I had hated who I was. I couldn't remember the last time I'd smiled, just because I was happy. I couldn't even remember if I had ever smiled before. Maybe back when my mom was still alive? Had I been happy back then? I didn't know, but I did know that, right now, I was pretty close to happiness. The girl in the mirror smiled even wider, creating a small dimple over the left corner of her mouth. Yup. Definitely getting there.
I huffed in annoyance as I ran a comb through my slightly crazy-looking hair in an attempt to tame it and make myself look presentable. No such luck - it just refused to look normal. I forcefully drove the comb through my hair once more, trying to get it to stay flat on my head. Nope. I sighed and gave up. Fine. No ruly hair then.
When I looked up into the mirror, I paused for a second. I looked... different. Something was different from my usual appearance, but I couldn't quite put my finger on what it was. I let my eyes wander over my reflection in the mirror. - My hair had the same color, a strange reddish-brown blonde. My eyes – same, nose still in place. Then what was it? Huh. I shrugged and turned away. Guess I must have imagined it.
My thoughts wandered back to Alice. Her beautiful eyes, the way her soft pink lips had turned into the most gorgeous of smiles when I'd brought her breakfast this morning. How comfortable I felt with her. Her tinkling, bell-like laughter. How right it felt to hold her in my arms. How right she felt.
She had seemed a little less... less fragile yesterday. A little less on the verge of breaking. Not like she was okay, which of course she wasn't yet, but like she had the hope of, one day, being okay again. Being happy again. I wanted nothing more than to make that come true for her, to make her smile, to watch her laugh, to keep every dark thought from her mind and to protect her. I couldn't lose her, I just couldn't. When I'd seen her in that hospital bed, looking so helpless, so broken, I could have sworn my heart splintered into a million little pieces. God, I sounded so pathetic and girlie... Emmett would probably have me admitted if he could hear me right now. But it was so true. I couldn't imagine my life without her anymore, and it hadn't even been two months since I first met her. I wanted so badly to be with her, truly be with her. To be able to hold her in my arms and know she was mine. To kiss her... to tell her I loved her.
I would have to wait, to be patient, I knew that much. Last time I'd tried to kiss her I had caused her so much pain. She had felt bad about it later, had apologized at least ten times – how ironic, when it had been me who had caused her pain by being so rash and inconsiderate. I simply hadn't been able to control myself back then, everything about her drew me in. I still wanted to kiss her so badly, but I knew that I had to wait for her, and I would. And if it took her another two years, I would not be this selfish ever again – I would not put my own desires over her wishes. Of course not.
I just wondered if there was a way I could show her how much she meant to me, how much I wanted to be with her, without scaring her away.
I was just slipping my favorite button-up shirt over my head when I had an idea. And man, it was a good one. I felt the corners of my lips turn up into a mischievous grin. I pulled my cell phone out of my back pocket and selected number 4 on speed dial.
„Hello" The familiar female voice answered after the second ring.
I had just finished getting dressed and was now wandering through his apartment. I stopped in front of his bookshelf. I had to lay my head back all the way to even see the top row – that thing was huge! Who knew Jasper was into reading? I smiled to myself and stood on my tip-toes, trying to reach a book in one of the upper rows. „Battle Cry of Freedom: The Civil War Era" it read. Now curious, I grabbed the book and started reading the back cover. He'd briefly mentioned that he liked history during our conversation yesterday, but he'd never said he was this into it. He had a whole wall covered with books!
Intrigued, I continued on through the room. I picked up a shiny black picture frame from the table at the center of his living room. In it was a much younger Jasper – perhaps 15 or 16 years old. A boyish grin tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes looked like he there wasn't a single worry on his mind – he looked genuinely happy. Next to him stood a woman, maybe in her late thirties. She had her arm slung around him, her smile that of a proud mother. They shared the same honey-blond hair and the same beautiful, emerald eyes. The same happy, genuine smiles.
I turned around. Jasper was casually leaning against the door-frame, a light smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
„I was just looking at your books. You have so many..." I trailed off, staring at his huge collection in wonder.
„Yeah..." He smiled, taking a step towards me. „I do love books. You're welcome to help yourself to any of them. If you're into history, that is." He flashed me a cheeky grin.
„I was wondering if maybe you'd like to go grab some coffee?" He asked, turning to face me.
A/N: Hehee, cliffie :) Don't hate me! :P
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