A/N: What did we all think about Emmett? I kinda like this Emmett. He makes me smile.
So this time around, we're meeting Jasper. I'm super excited to let you all in his head. He's a pretty cool guy.
I know the last chapter was short and this one will be too but they'll get longer as we get more and more in to the story. Right now we're just going through the introductions to get a sense of what the boys are like.
Lots and lots of love and thank yous to those of you who have reviewed and/or put this story on alert. I haven't even met any of you but I think I'm in love with you…*blush*
Disclaimer: Neither of these boys, nor any of the other characters, belong to me. We all know who does own them. No copyright infringement intended.
Emmett was starting to piss me off. We'd only been on the road for all of 5 minutes and he was already being extremely annoying.
We were arguing about whether or not we should go ahead and turn the GPS on. I didn't think there was any reason to just yet. Emmett disagreed.
"Would you just listen to me, Jasper?" he whined.
Yes, whined. I couldn't help the eye roll that followed.
"Em, we're not even out of the fucking subdivision yet," I said trying my damndest not to lose my temper. "Just chill, ok? I'll let you know when I need your help."
"Oh, so you have a built in GPS?" He was mocking me. Fucking prick.
"No, I don't but I've lived in Forks as long as you have, dumb ass. I think I know how to get to the highway."
"Fuck you douche," he returned and punched me in the arm. I glared at him and he glared at me.
Then, he laughed. Asshole. He could never be serious about anything. Ever. Then again it was a stupid argument to begin with and for some reason I couldn't stay mad at Emmett for long. That was really inconvenient sometimes.
Emmett Cullen and his wonderful family were like my family. I'd met Emmett and his mom when I was 6. One Saturday morning I'd woken up to an empty house. I couldn't find my mother anywhere and I was scared. After checking every room in the house another 2 or 3 tImes, I suddenly remembered her always going to Aunt Lilith's house asking for money so I figured she might be there. Having no other form of transportation, I decided to walk. I'd been walking for almost 2 hours when I finally reached my Aunt's house. I still don't know how I knew how to get there.
Of course, my Aunt wasn't home so I sat and waited on her for a little bit but she didn't show up. Thinking that by then my mother might be home, I headed in what I thought was the direction of home. Instead, I ended up walking the opposite direction, as I later found out. Emmet and his mom were kind enough to help me out. They took me back to their house where Esme cleaned me up and made me something to eat. She tried to call my mother but there was no answer. I begged her to just take me home. I admit I was kind of scared of how my mother would react to me being gone. I guess a good mother would've been worried. Mine wasn't.
I listened through my bedroom door as Esme explained the situation only to have my mother slew a bunch of obscenities at her and kick her out of our house.
You're probably thinking, "What a bitch!" Am I right? Well, I like to think she wasn't always that way; that maybe at some point she loved me and took care of me. I find it easier to blame the death of my father for her behavior towards me instead of blaming myself. Or at least that's what the therapist Aunt Lilith made me see after I moved in with her drilled in to my head.
"Dude, you just missed the turn," Emmett laughed.
"Ah, shit!" I slammed my fist on the steering wheel as I made a U turn in the middle of the road. People could honk all they fucking wanted to. I didn't want to waste another second in this town. I was ready to see as much of the United States as we could fit in to this little vacation of ours.
I made my turn on to I-5 South and prepared for the next 10 hours on this road. We were spending the night in Medford, Oregon before going on to our first stop: Los Angeles. Emmett wanted to get acquainted with the town he'd be going to school in and I didn't have any objections seeing as how I'd wanted to see the city too.
"It's too fucking quiet in here," Emmett said after only a few minutes on the interstate.
Jesus, this was going to be a long trip…
"Turn on the radio or something."
He nodded and then leaned up to push the power button for the radio. The first song that came blasting through the speakers was some Taylor Swift song. Don't ask me how I knew that…
I'd forgotten my Aunt drove my car to the doctor the other day. I hadn't bothered turning the radio on since then. She must've forgotten to take her CD out of the player because this sure as fuck wasn't my music.
Emmett grinned at me, preparing to mercilessly tease me. I knew it was pointless but I had to try to explain myself anyway.
"It's not mine," I insisted. "Aunt Lilith drove my car last. She must've left her CD in here."
He just kept grinning at me but wouldn't say anything. It was driving me fucking crazy!
"Shut up! Just shut up, Emmett!" I'm aware it was irrational to tell him to shut up seeing as how he wasn't really saying anything but…well; I never claimed to be rational.
He started laughing then. Yeah, he was enjoying himself and I was blushing like a mother fucker. He could be such an ass sometimes.
As much as Emmett got to me, I really couldn't imagine my life without him. We'd literally grown up together. Talk about life-long friends, he'd been a part of every birthday, holiday, and special event since I was young. I'd never been that close to anyone else.
It was going to be really strange not riding to school with him every day or hanging out with him every weekend. Hell, it was going to be weird not living in the same state as Emmett. He's my best friend. If I'm being honest, he's also sort of my hero…
"Jasper!" Emmett's booming voice pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Fuck, Em, what? What do you want?"
"I've been trying to get your attention for like five minutes," he complained.
"There's no way it's been that long. Stop being a baby and just tell me what the hell you want." I looked at him with my "I'm not fucking around" face.
"I was just wondering what you wanted me to do with your Taylor Swift CD," he snickered and then started laughing when I punched him in the arm.
"It's not – Ah, hell, never mind." I decided it wasn't worth the effort.
"I'm just fucking with you, Jazz." He laughed again and then patted me on the shoulder.
After finding a decent radio station, we went silent, just listening to the music. It didn't take long for me to get lost in my thoughts again.
I didn't particularly want to go back to my former train of thought. It was fucking depressing. Sure, I'd had a hard time making the decision to go to Massachusetts but ultimately, I decided it was for the best. I even looked forward to our road trip as a way for us to have one amazing send off but now – sitting in this car with Emmett, making jokes, and having a great time – I found myself beginning to question it all.
I could easily switch everything to USC. I'd already been accepted and it was still really early in the summer. Then again, Cambridge University was my dream and everything was already set for that as well.
What the hell should I do?
The choice: Go with Emmett to USC where I'd get to keep our friendship exactly the same and get to live in one of the most interesting cities in the U.S…or go on my own to Cambridge and get the education and future opportunities I've always wanted.
…Yeah, this decision should be real easy to make.
A/N: What is going on with Jasper? Lol! Poor boy…he's all kinds of confused. And how about the way he feels about Emmett? Hmmm…
What did you think about Jasper's mom?
Next chapter should be a bit longer and as long as FFn doesn't screw with the story again, we should be fine. I apologize to all who had put this story on alert before just to have that crap happen…I hope you'll all stick with me.
Thank you so very much for reading and if you feel so inclined, I'd love to hear from you!