Pairing: Jasper/Bella

Genre: Romance/Drama

Summary: When Charlie tells them that he's getting married to Maria, siblings Emmett and Bella Swan roll their eyes. When Charlie tells them that they're all moving down to Texas, they laugh. But Charlie was serious. Emmett and Bella get the shock of their lives when they actually move down to Texas. Now, Bella is the type of girl who doesn't care about anything. At all. But when she goes to Texas, she meets Jasper Whitlock. He turns her world upside down. And while Bella doesn't care about a lot of things, she does care about the fact that Jasper's her stepbrother.

Chapter 1

Charlie had met her on a dating website. Emmett had made fun of him for a week before Charlie told him to cut it out or he would get grounded. Needless to say, Emmett stopped making fun. We didn't think it was serious. I mean, Maria Whitlock lived in Texas and her profile name was 'Sexii Priincess'. Really, Maria? Anyway, it was physically impossible with her living all the way there and Charlie here in Washington. It was just a silly thing, we thought. I mean, sure she visited the last Sunday of every month, leaving her kids alone, by the way! We tried that on Charlie, but to no success. It was temporary, we thought. Boy were we wrong.


We were eating cereal, Emmett and I. We were teasing each other, because that's just what twins do. We were both really close and looked alike with Charlie's brown wavy hair and Renee's green eyes. With our pale skin and lithe body we were so alike. Except for the fact that Emmett was way taller than me and had serious muscle. So anyway, we were teasing until Charlie came down the stairs in his uniform.

"Emmett! Give me back the spoon, you shithead!" I yelled at him. That idiot had taken my spoon! He was such a... spoon stealer.

"Language, Bella,'' Charlie reprimanded me. I ducked my head guiltily and hastily apologized.

"Okay, and Emmett, give her the spoon back," Charlie sighed. Emmett rolled his eyes and gave me back the spoon. I stuck my tongue out at him and he grabbed it and pulled. That was just our relationship.

"Charlith! Emmett hath my tongue!" I yelled. Charlie smacked Emmett's hand and we all laughed. Em wiped his hand on my shirt, and I rolled my eyes at him.

"Guys, I have something to tell you guys..." Charlie trailed off, nervously. Curiously, Emmett and I turned our full attention to him. Charlie never beat around the bush.

"What, Dad?" Em asked.

"I asked Maria to marry me... and she said yes." Charlie blurted out. My eyes flew open and I prepared my speech.

"Dad, don't you think it's... too soon? I mean, you guys have only been together for 4 months... I mean, yeah, she visits once a month, but really? Are you sure?" I hesitantly asked. Emmett nodded along in agreement.

"No! It's not! We're in love! She loves me, and I love her! We're getting married in August!" Charlie exclaimed and I heard Emmett's mouth pop open.

"August! That's less than 3 months away?!" Emmett exclaimed. I nodded my head in agreement. We often did this, teamed up against Charlie.

"So, when are they coming for the wedding?" I asked. Charlie looked nervous again.

"No, we're getting married in Texas," He said.

"But where are we gonna live? This house is barely big enough for the three of us, let alone three more people?" I shook my head, signaling my diasgreement.

"We're, uh, moving over there. To Texas," Charlie stated. Emmett and I shared a look before bursting out into laughter.

"Psh, okay, Dad! You have fun with that! We're late for school, see you later! Maybe in Texas!" Emmett teased. We stood up and dumped our bowls in the sink. We were still laughing when we were walking out the door.

"I'm completely serious! We're moving! You guys had better be ready. Be prepared!" Charlie had shouted, warning us.

"He's not serious," Emmett has whispered.

"Uh-Uh," I shook my head, laughing with Em.


I wished we had heeded his warning. Taken it into account. But we didn't. And this is the price we're paying for it.


It was 2 weeks later, and Em and I had just gotten home, and were entering the house. Somehow, something looked different. Lonesome, maybe. The living room was filled with suitcases, and Charlie was walking down the stairs with another on his shoulder. He was grunting under it's weight and appeared red in the face.

"What's going on? Are you visiting Maria this time?! SCORE!" Em shouted and looked excited. I started to get excited too because, come on, a week without Charlie in the house? Whoo!

"No, we're all going to Texas," Charlie explained, slowly. I felt my face morph into one of confusion.

"Are you getting married already?" I asked. Well, dang, Maria works fast!

"No, the wedding is at the end of August... We were going to move next month, but Maria thought it'd be best if you guys and her kids spent time together, to get to know each other." Charlie ruffled his thinning hair and grinned at us. My confusion melted into one of horror. Em asked the question on the tip of my tongue.

"What do you mean?" He asked, quietly as if he were feeling horror, too.

"I told you guys we were moving, didn't I? It's a bit sooner than expected, but I told you to be prepared," Charlie explained, looking surprised that Em had even asked the question.

"What?" I couldn't help but say, even though I dreaded the next words that came out of my dad's mouth.

"We're moving in 2 days."


Maybe, if we had actually listened, we would've been more prepared. But we didn't, so we weren't. I mean, yeah we fought, but we were only 16 year old juniors. (We had skipped a grade.) What were we supposed to do?


"I WON'T GO! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? I'LL STAY HERE, AND TAKE CARE OF THE HOUSE!" I shouted in desperation. Leave behind me school? Friends? Job? No.

"I'll stay too! I'll take care of the house too!" Em shouted. He was desperate too.

"No! Are you too crazy? I can't leave you behind! You're only 16!" Charlie exclaimed.

"WELL THEN... I'LL STAY WITH ANGELA! I'M SURE HER FOLKS WON'T MIND!" Hopeless tears were falling, and my desperation was growing more and more. But so was Charlie's anger.

"NO! THE ONLY 2 OPTIONS IS TEXAS OR YOUR MOM! YOUR CHOICE!" He shouted and stormed up the stairs.


So of course we chose Texas. Renee was too outlandish for us to stay with her. It was not a choice and Charlie knew that. He had given us no choice.


"I don't want to go! I just don't! I hate her so much!" Hate poured from my mouth as I spoke about Maria.

"I don't wanna go either, bellarina, but we gotta. We don't know how long it'll last. Maybe they'll see they're not compatible before the wedding. Or if not... then it's 2 years, they go by like this!" He snapped his fingers as if to prove his much. I leaned my head on his chest and repeated the words that Charlie had said only 2 weeks ago.

"Be prepared."


"Are you serious? When are you moving?" Angela asked, tears in her eyes.

"Tomorrow." My voice had sounded foreign to me. Maybe it was all the crying I'd done the night before.

"I'll miss you so much, Bella!" And Angela had hugged me, and started crying right there in the school parking lot.

"Hey, now! That's what the internet's for! To communicate!" I had sounded cheery. But I wasn't cheerful. Not at all.


That was my last day in Forks. I had said goodbye to all my teacher, friends, parents of friends. They were all sad, but assured me I would find better life in Texas. Forks was my home. I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. Seriously, I still had tears to cry? It should've been all dried up with all the crying I'd done lately. And then I heard the flight attendant speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have started our descent in preparation for landing, please make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright position. Make sure your seat belt is securely fastened and all carry-on luggage is stowed underneath the seat in front of you or in the overhead bins. Please turn off all electronic devices until we are safely parked at the gate. The flight attendants are currently passing around the cabin to pick up any remaining cups and glasses. We hope you enjoy your stay in Houston, Texas. The time is currently 4:37. Thank you for flying with American Airlines. Have a great day!" She sounded cheery. Cheerful bitch.

"Yo, Em, wake up!" I nudged Emmett's shoulder but all he did was twitch his nose.

"Psst, you're gonna die alone. With only 26 cats..." I whispered ominously to him, internally giggling.

"No, not the 26 cats.." Em moaned, and I snickered, my hand over my mouth. He had confided in me that he often had a nightmare where he was old and alone with 26 cats. I went in for another whisper before I felt a tap on my shoulder. I immediately stiffened and all traces of good humor vanished from my face.

"Stop bothering your brother and just wake him up, Bella," Charlie sounded exasperated. I stuck my tongue out at his back, when he turned around to talk to the attendant.

"C'mon Emmett!" I roughly pushed his shoulder and he woke up, startled.

"What, what?'' He asked, disoriented.

"We're here," I made a face at him and he grinned at me.


We were outside the airport. The heat was blistering. I instantly missed the cold and rain of my real home, Forks. In my long jeans and long-sleeved shirt, I was already sweating and we hadn't even been outside for a full 10 minutes. Emmett was having the same problem and looked irritated. Charlie, too, was sweating profusely.

"Having doubts yet, daddy dearest?" I couldn't help but say. He glared at me and pointed at the truck, where 2 men got out and started putting all out luggage into the back.

"I'm hot," Em whined.

"Deal with it," I snottily replied, earning a glare from him too. Gosh, I feel so loved.


"Okay, the girl is Rosalie and the boy is Jasper. They're twins also. Her name's Maria. Don't mention anything about the ex-husband got it?" Charlie quickly filled us in as we neared the house. Supposedly we would both be getting our own rooms and the house had a backyard pool. Yeah, because that made this so much better. Not.

I looked around as the truck went into a driveway. This house was huge! Maria had definately digged into her ex-husband's wallet!

"Poor ex-husband.." Emmett whispered in my ear. We often thought on the same wavelength, something all twins do. I wonder if Jasper and Rosalie were the same. I sighed as the truck slowed to a stop, and 3 blondes came out to greet us.