Well, here we are. The epi. I will have more to say at the end... of course. lol
One Year Later
It feels like forever since we were here last for that strange Jerry Springer-esque Spring Break. Even though Jasper and I met each other first, it seemed to feel a little incestuous those first few days, especially since our parent's seemed to be stuck in the lovey dovey stage.
I don't ever want to hear my dad say snookums again. I feel a little ill just thinking about it now.
We got through it though, and at the end of the week, we were one big fucked up family. We were the American dream, Y2K style.
We went back to school, pushed our beds together and really enjoyed the rest of the school year. We never wanted summer to come, if you can believe it.
But, of course, it did and we braced ourselves for the separation.
Except, it never came.
Because we moved to Portland. My dad had apparently been pimping himself out to some East Coast hospitals on the sly... that little medical slut.
Our parents bought a new house together, one with more than enough bedrooms that our arguments to just share were immediately shot down. We were still together, though, and that is what really matters.
Also, our parents both work... a lot, and the new house had a pool.
It was a good summer.
When we got back to school, we had to live in different dorm rooms. Jasper's roommate though practically lived at his girlfriend's apartment, so we had the room to ourselves.
"I love the beach," Jasper says as he walks up behind me, wrapping his arms around me.
"Yeah, it feels clean, you know? Like the tide comes in and takes all the bad out with it," I agree, resting back into this embrace.
Jasper kisses me on the neck. "I like that," he whispers in my ear. We stand together on the deck, our eyes on the ocean. A warm sense of calm washes over me.
"JJ let go of him! You're wearing linen!" Rose yells, breaking my peace, and Jasper reluctantly releases me.
We turn to find Rosalie and Alice standing behind us, both dressed in summery peach dresses. Rose is man handling a clip board and Alice is waving her flower filled hands all over the place, telling people where to go. She looks like those guys with the cones at the airport.
"So what?" Jaspers replies with a roll of his eyes.
"Linen wrinkles so quickly," Alice says. "I did not iron both of your pants for thirty minutes each for you to have them all wrinkled up in five seconds."
"But, why are we wearing linen pants anyway?" Jasper asks with a huff. "What's wrong with board shorts?"
"Board shorts?" Rosalie shrieks.
Alice walks over, all tiny and intimidating, and I am man enough to admit that I take a step back or two. "This is a wedding, Jasper! A WEDDING!"
"I know that-"
"You can not wear board shorts to a wedding!" she all but growls.
"But, it's at the beach-"
"That's why you're wearing linen!"
"If you say 'but' one more time, you will regret it," Alice replies through gritted teeth.
"Our pants are unwrinkled, Al. We promise they will remain that way," I say, immediately pulling Jasper away before my sister murdered him over a few wrinkles.
"Pussy," Jasper calls me with a shake of his head.
"Do you want me to find you some?" I ask. "I'm sure I can find myself a hot half-naked guy around here if you want to go on the prowl for some boobies."
Jasper's eyes glow with playful jealousy. "Don't even kid with me, Edward. I don't want to have to go all kung fu on some gnarly surfer dude."
"You would give them a Jean Claude judo chop?" I ask with a laugh.
Jasper does some moves that might resemble martial arts if you squinted and were watching from upside down between your legs. "Looking good, Jackie Chan," I lie.
"I'm so hot I burn the sand's feet," he says, and I can't help but laugh.
"You are so full of yourself. I don't know what to do with you."
"This is a wedding. You're supposed to get all misty-eyed and love me," he replies with a wink.
"Yeah, right," I scoff. "We both know you're the one who cries at weddings!"
"Listen, are you ever going to let me live that down. I was really invested in their relationship!" he whines.
I start to laugh. "It was Doctor Who!"
"You cried when Tennant came back to Rose," he reminds me.
"Yeah, well, that was moving!" I say with a nod of my head. "Hey, and they were on the beach... how fitting."
"He didn't have to wear linen," Jasper grumbles.
Laughing, I add, "But, he didn't have Rosalie and Alice as sisters. We stand no chance... sweetie."
"Don't cry about it!" I joke.
"Shut up!" Jasper demands with a laugh.
"Boys," my dad says, walking up to us. He looks quite handsome in his matching linen pants and white button up shirt. He has a vest though, and it's the only thing Jasper claims he likes about these clothes.
I totally saw him checking out his ass in the mirror earlier, though. He didn't seem to be too disappointed in what he saw. I'll tell you what, I wasn't either. He looks fucking good.
"Are you two ready?" my dad asks, a giant smile on his face. He hasn't stopped smiling since we got here.
"Yep," Jasper replies with a nod of his head.
I smile at my dad. "How many people are out there?"
"Around fifty," he says, sounding a bit nervous.
"It'll be great," I assure him.
He looks at me for a moment without saying anything and nods his head. "I know," he agrees. "It's perfect, really."
"I'm happy for you," I tell him sincerely.
He smiles at me before pulling me into a tight, wrinkle-causing hug that Alice would definitely not approve. "I love you so much," he says to me. He then, hugs Jasper as well. "I love you too, Jasper," he says to my boyfriend.
It makes my heart happy.
With that, he turns and makes his way to the front, taking his place next to the Pastor. Before I follow him out there and Jasper goes to find his mom to walk her down the aisle, I ask, "Are you ready, brother?"
He makes a face. "Gross, Edward."
I laugh. "What? What's wrong, brother?"
Jasper shakes his head. "That's fucked up."
"You're right, bro, it is-"
He shuts me up with a kiss.
"Edward," he warns.
"Jasper," I say his name in the same tone. He quirks his eyebrow but doesn't say anything else. I can't help but smile. "I'll see you in a few," I say.
He nods and turns back toward the house. I can't but help to add, "Brother."
"Fuck you, Edward!" he says without turning back around.
"Promises. Promises," I call back to him.
"You know I'm good for it," he replies, and he's right, I do.
So, yeah... that's the end. Phew. It has taken me a lot longer to finish this than I ever thought it would... like EVER, but I'm happy that I got here. I enjoyed writing these two boys, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Thank you to everyone who has been reading and reviewing. There are so many of you who have stuck with me from day one. To Al, Sarah, Posy, Mar, Heidi... and anyone else who lent me a beta eye, you have no idea how much I appreciate you. To the folks from back in the day of the WC, I enjoyed writing with you. To the girls on the thread when there was a thread, it was fun. haha.
It really makes me happy that I've gotten such positive feedback as I wrote this story and that so many people have enjoyed it. Thank you for your support.
Well, there are a few outtakes if you haven't read them, but that's all I have. :)