~Testing my dah-lings<3~ DNP

[iRawrrYou16]

I'm not ready to say 'i love you'

andrew♆JOHNATHAN♆strait

It figures; he's the hot bad boy your parents warned you about.

Everybody sees its you.Im the one that lost the view.
Everybody says were through. I hope you havent said it too.
So where do we go from here,
With all this fear in our eyes? And, where can love take us now?
Weve been so far down.
We can still touch the sky.

If we crawl til we can walk again
Then well run until were strong enough to jump.
Then well fly until there is no end.
So lets crawl, crawl, crawl back to love.
Yeah, back to love, yeah.

As Andrew walked toward his class, he heard alot of whispering going on behind him and that was no surprise. In Forks, there had been alot of talk going around. Whata shock, he thought sarcastically, letting out a low sigh. It was obvious that everything revolved around the new kids in there little world of 'popularity'. It sickened him how the girls threw themselves on the boy and how the guys threw themselves at the girls. Bet they don't know that they haven't gotten any. . He smirked arrogantly and suddenly felt something bumpinto him which made him head towards the ground, but he catched himself quickly before he could. Man was this person in for a great yell of cuss words! Drew spun around, "Who the fu-" Then he stopped himself, rolling his eyes. Really? Did he have to bump into one of those Black kids? He wanted to burst out into laughter when she asked him if he was one of her brothers friends. Hell no! He would never hang out with her brother. Sure the guy was probably really cool, but did he give a s**t? Nope. Not at all. He rubbed the back of his head, "Yes, I'm Andrew, no I'm not friend's with your brother." He said with a small nod, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. She was ok, not much. . then again he wasn't one to come to if in need of an opinion of a girl. He didn't like anyone. Nada.

Letting out a low sigh, he turned and pointed down the hall, "You heading to Biology?" He asked with a bored expression on his face, like usual, nothing special. She probably already guessed that he wasn't like any of the other stalkers, guys, she had surrounding her locker. . or following her everywhere like a little puppy. No way was he going to do that. "Guessing you're running from your stalkers, am I right?" As he said this, Andrew turned around and began walking towards the Biology room. The teacher wasn't so bad, he was ok. Though, if he ever catched any sort of 'secret' note, he would take it and read it out loud to the class. Which meant him pretty harsh to most girls who were gushing over every guy in school. Sluts, he thought with a roll of his brown eyes. It wasn't like it was news or anything. Pretty much every girl in the school had atleast two crushes, some on boys, some on girls. Though, in Forks there was more boys around. So gays were bound to occur. Man would that suck. Not that Drew had anything against them but he sure as hell wasn'tgoing to turn into one! Boy on boy action wasn't really his forte. Most people would call Andrew an a*****e just because his opinions were much different then theirs. Though, did he care? Nah, he just laughed at all the bullshit people talked about him. Like if he banged one of the popular girls or if he did drugs. Actually, he was a pretty clean kid if you didn't count his motorcycle and 'bad boy' attitude. He was a pretty good guy.

Well, sometimes. . The boy looked at a couple of boys leaning against the Biology windows trying to act like dumbasses, well cool, but to him they were complete dumbasses with the IQ of nothing. Guys who tried to act cool were immediatley everything but that. It was of course a strange way to think of it but it was the truth. In his opinion atleast. So what if they were jocks? Well, thats great. . go where you fricking belong. Most jocks are airheads anyway. "Wow, is this a new trend boys? Stalking the new kids?" He called down the hall as he neared the group of boys who seemed like they were ready to pull out their fits and use them. So? He could probably take on all of them, considering they were all dopes anyway. No skills in anything but doing girls. . pretty much it! It was actually pretty sad. . Did their parents know about it? "Atleast we're getting some, Strait." One of them shot back. Andrew laughed shrugging his shoulders. If they wanted to humilate themselves then they could go right ahead. It was more fun that way. "I'm pretty sure they don't want some of your aids, Paul." He said, flashing the guy his smile. No, he wasn't trying to impress the new girl, he just wanted to see which one would blow first. They all seemed pretty ticked, but he was just getting started. "I'll rearrange your face man, don't get me started." The black-haired guy yelled, also known as Paul, and held his fist up. That only led to making Andrew break out into laughter.

Was this kid joking? Paul seemed to really be working himself up, but he already wanted to fight? Wow, his plan was working better than he thought. "Really? I thought you would decide to do that after you 'do' her." He smirked arrogantly and watched as all of the guys stopped leaning against the wall and stood there ground, all having their books on the ground in front of him. "You really want to do this? You act tough, Strait, but taking us all is just plain retarded. You know you can't take all of us. ." One of them tried to persuade. But Drew still stood with his raised eyebrow and bored-look, they were really fu cked up in their brains weren't they? Andrew nodded his head and out of nowhere his fist was in the air and it hit the face of Paul in abnormal speec. He watched as the guy covered his hands over his nose and grunted in pain. He looked back to the rest of his friend's and watched as all of their eyes widened in surprise. They all walked away from the classroom in a rush which made his ego boost up a level. "They're gone." He said, not bothering to look behind him at the girl. He walked into the classroom and took a seat in one of the empty lab stations.

[iRawrrYou16]

I'm not ready to say 'i love you'

andrew♆JOHNATHAN♆strait

It figures; he's the hot bad boy your parents warned you about.

Everybody sees its you.Im the one that lost the view.
Everybody says were through. I hope you havent said it too.
So where do we go from here,
With all this fear in our eyes? And, where can love take us now?
Weve been so far down.
We can still touch the sky.

If we crawl til we can walk again
Then well run until were strong enough to jump.
Then well fly until there is no end.
So lets crawl, crawl, crawl back to love.
Yeah, back to love, yeah.

So Ashlyn decided to join him? How wonderful. . Well it was his fault. He talked to her and made eye contact. Yippee. . lucky him. It's safe to say Andrew's quite the sarcastic type. It wasn't that he hated the Black children, he just got annoyed by the constant frenzy of boys surrounding every class door. It was stupid and quite unrealistic for them to think they actually held some importance to the Blacks. Seeing as Drew knew exactly what the Cullens and the Blacks were, he didn't have anything else to learn about them. Not like he stalked them. . Just suspicious about the way they never aged. The way they were far too quick and graceful. He knew what they were which made him seem like one of those 'vampire hunters'. That sounded pretty gay. Though, he wasn't a 'vampire hunter', no one knew he knew. . not even the Cullens themselves. Andrew looked at Ashlyn out of the corner of his eye as she spoke. Was she really calling him Andy? What, did she consider him as a friend now? Just because he punched a guy in the face didn't mean it was for her. It was his irritation and arrogance that made him to do that. Not some hot chick who seemed to be warming up to him. Great, now he had another one of those 'buddy' types of friend's. The ones where they considered him to be the only one who stood up for them but he never really spoke to them, though they chatted it up with him. It was the stupidity that belonged to the nerds, the only stupidity that they held in those big heads of theirs. He never considered them to be friend's, screw it.

No way in hell did he need computer geeks following him around everywhere. He kept to himself. Like those kids on those movies that secretly had an identity that was hidden but they were so mysterious that everyone wanted to know who they were. Andrew pushed his thoughts away and decided to respond to her, the way most human-beings who make a conversation, "I tend to connect my fist with the hot-headed jocks faces many times, yes. But not always for a 'damsel in distress'." He said, shrugging his shoulders slightly and releasing a small sigh. It was obvious he had dug himself into a hole that wouldn't be dug out of. Not that he had a problem with speaking to anyone, it was just odd since he had decided too. Well, better safe then sorry. . maybe, maybe not. The phone in his pocket was buzzing like crazy but it was only because his father had probably upgraded which meant the company was sending him 500 text messages a minute; yes a little dramatic but it seemed like the buzzing in his jeans pocket wouldn't stop for awhile. Bound to get used to it sometime. . Ashlynn had said something else that of course he heard and knew exactly how to respond, but he did not enjoy answering questions for people. It was something that was not on his list for 'Things-I-want-To-Do-Before-I-Die'. "This one guy can hold up a fight, believe it or not. That was nothing compared to what could've happened." He paused, smirking at the idea, then continued, "'Arrogant small minded' jocks is just the nice way to put it. . oh and good endings are not real. Remember that, Miss 'damsel in distress'"


Always was the charmer. In fourth grade he had accomplished six girlfriends in less then one month. He was pretty skilled. And in a school with 560 people, most of those people being girls, he had alot more after that. Even the older chicks digged him. Then things happened, one breakup, one girl, last care in the world, and BAM! No more mister happy smile. But the story was already told. He glanced over to her again and nodded, thinking about his response. "I would love to see you beat a couple of guys up." He said simply, smirking. "Just to let you know," He began, motioning towards all the gawking guys, he leaned over to whisper in her ear. Well there was faggots looking and they would do anything to be in the seat he was in. How much would one them pay if he optioned to let his seat go for money? Now that would be a joy. "I'm not going to be like them. But you've guessed that already, I suppose." He sat back in his chair and listened to the bell ring off. Andrew looked to the teacher as he walked over to the television and pressed a tape into the VCR. It was staticy at first but the image came to the screen after a few minutes. "Turn off the lights, would you Miranda?" The blonde girl stood up and walked lazily to the light switch to make the room go dark. Since it wasn't very nice outside, it was seemed like it was pitch black. If only he had better eyes.

"Obviously we are going to be watching a tape today. This does not mean you will be off scotch free. You can take notes if you would like, but this will be on the test so I suggest it." With that being said, he pressed play and let the tape begin. Andrew sat staring boredly at the screen. He was good at any class, especially Biology, and didn't need notes. Screw them, they were nothing but sick ways for teachers to add more torture to class. Drew glanced out of the corner of his eyes to Ashlyn. Ok so maybe she was hotter than most girls at the school, but did that really make her like bait for all the other douchebags in school? He wanted to burst out into laughter at the thought of all of the guys literally throwing themselves at her. Like they stood a chance. It seemed like she was buying any of the guys, especially the group of guys hanging out outside of the classroom. Now didn't they make a good impression. Of course, he wasn't up to dating or anything like that so he was out of the picture. So that left pretty much no one in school. Well, besides the three male teachers. That would be disturbing. . Cougars weren't his thing. . he was could with staying in his age range. He rested his head on his palm and released a low sigh, staring at the figures on the t.v screen as bold words bounced around and teenagers his age walked around. It was quite stupid because the acting was horrible and the way the annoying voice talked about the subject explained it wasn't correct.

[iRawrrYou16]

I'm not ready to say 'i love you'

andrew♆JOHNATHAN♆strait

It figures; he's the hot bad boy your parents warned you about.

Everybody sees its you.Im the one that lost the view.
Everybody says were through. I hope you havent said it too.
So where do we go from here,
With all this fear in our eyes? And, where can love take us now?
Weve been so far down.
We can still touch the sky.

If we crawl til we can walk again
Then well run until were strong enough to jump.
Then well fly until there is no end.
So lets crawl, crawl, crawl back to love.
Yeah, back to love, yeah.

As the movie continued, it became worse, if that was even possible. The acting was unfathomable and one of the kids were wearing overalls that were never truly in. Not the the trends were the young man's specialty, but he did know that overalls weren't really fashionable unless you were working out on the farm. Forks didn't have farms, so no worry. As he sat on the chair he only heard pencils skidding across paper, but only from the nerdy kids who wanted to get an A+. Everyone else was either talking/passing notes, or watching the dumbass moving that was making poor Andrew's head spin with rude thoughts. The guy in the overalls had to be gay, he talked with his hands and always had the mindless expression on his face. He leaned against the counter and released a small groan that only Ashlyn could probably hear. "What is this, Tanya?" One of the girls asked holding up gas like a retard. Gas wasn't to be held, no one in there right mind would be dumb enough to. Andrew rolled his eyes, remembering that he was in the highest skilled Biology class. Well, he shouldn't take it if it was too easy, but it was the highest so he had no say. Last year, then I'm out of this hell hole. He smirked arrogantly and class back to the girls behind him who where whispering to eachother, pointing to Ashlyn, no surprise.

The boy turned back around in his seat and propped his head up on his knuckles, cracking each one with his chin. He glanced over to Ashlyn as she began speaking. He raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Because most guys in this school are jackasses, dopes, or manwhores. . if you haven't noticed, I'm only a jackass." There was no sarcasm at the end of that statement, it was true. "Stalking girls isn't what I call a hobby. . They all just want to get intp bed and mess around. ." Even know she knew all of this, she didn't know one thing. The one thing that sucked the most. But lets not go there. It was true that all the guys wanted to get any girl into bed, do them, then move on to their sister or best friend. Either way they were laying up to 5-7 girls each night. Forks used to be so much better. When there wasn't drugs, sex, and school. Like was good. No one worried about the whole clique issue. Then hormones hit and, well, it turned to a tragedy of the cliques. It was a like war. Maybe even worse. High school ruined friendships and relationships, one special one too, if only he could forget about her. Of course she still went to school but he barely saw her. The worst time was probably lunch, since she was in straight few and he couldn't really escape her. Andrew rolled his eyes at himself and laughed as she tried to explain her question. He knew what she meant, of course, but let her continue.

"You don't want me to? Damn. . I was really hoping you would." He said sarcastically, staring at the screen of the t.v, still listening to her though. She did ask some strange and rather odd questions. Maybe that was only because he didn't really speak to much people. As long as he atleast attended school and got an A in atleast one class, he was good. Sure people would probably call him a bit of a slacker but he really didn't give a s**t about that. "That's funny because it seems like no girls want to be normal, anymore." He said quietly, knowing she was either confused or understood what he said. Past experiences showed him that people sucked, and they could never be trusted. Though that was weird because he couldn't be trusted either, but in the sameway he could. If that made sense. "How many school's have you been to?" He asked, suddenly. He knew, he knew what she was, he knew it. She was a werewolf, of some sort, her mother was a vampire, which made her half of that, and in order to be a werewolf you had to be human too, right? So that meant she was three things? Well wasn't she just special. Though, he knew she did not know that he knew, no one did, NO ONE. Sometimes he even denied himself of the accusations, but he wasn't sure about that. "Random question, I know, but I was curious. . Oh and, I doubt your mommy or daddy would be happy with you being around me."

It was true. Most kids who became friend's with him, didn't tell their parents. Well he only had two other friend's but they never told their parents. . too scared to admit that the badboy at school was rubbing off on them. Psh. . yeah right. He shook his head and realized that the tape suddenly ended and the lights had turned on. "Class is going to end in ten minutes so either finish up your notes or talk amongst yourselves." The voices picked up in the room and everyone decided talking was better. Andrew turned in his seat to look at Ashlyn.


((I know BAD!!!!!!!! My brain's fried from another post!! Sorry!!!))

[iRawrrYou16]

Dear Diary,

The world stayed horrible today in Forks, Washington, while the world seems to be so happy and cheerful in Texas. My life is getting slower and slower at ag18, though I feel like 400(correct me if wrong) Oh. I forgot you're a new diary. I guess I must tell you a bit about myself.

You could describe me like this:
Protective
Quiet
Broken
Lost
Gentle
Hurt
Calm
Doubtful

And you could say that these are my own forms of crack:
Hunting
The last time I held Alice
Smiling,although I don't remember how to do that.
Baseball
Closing my eyes to escape the world
Being away from Edward so I can think in privacy

And you could also say that these are my poison:
Volturi
Knowing that Alice hasn't been around for a century
Feeling like I disappeared
Humans, besides Renesmee.
Not being able to sleep
Being a monster

I hate thinking about my sweet Alice not being the same the most in the world, and usually, you can find me listening toNever Gonna Be Alone
any chance I get. Oh! There's also this really cool thing I can do. I can control emotions and feel them, too.. Cool, huh?

And...since you are missing pages upon pages of juicy info from my past because that's all in the last diary, here is my story: Jasper was a major in the Confederate Army in Texas until he was turned into a vampire one dark night by Maria and two others, who were later destroyed by Jasper and Maria when they became of no use and were planning to defeat them and take over. When he became a vampire, he gained the ability to feel and manipulate people's emotions.
Jasper commanded Maria's newborn army that participated in the Southern Vampire wars. While in the army, he befriended a newborn named Peter, who Maria decided to let live. When Peter ran off with Charlotte, a newborn that they were supposed to kill, Jasper let them go. After a few years living as nomads in the Northern U.S., Peter and Charlotte came back and told Jasper about the way vampires could coexist in the North, and left with them. A few years later he left their company . Later, he meets Alice in a diner in Philadelphia, and together, with the help of Alice's 'sight', they search for Carlisle and his family, she also tells him about the ability to survive off of animal instead of human blood. He didn't know such a thing could exist but he followed her.
When he became a member of the Cullen family and while attending high school, Jasper changed his surname of Whitlock to his adoptive sister Rosalie's surname of "Hale" and poses as her twin due to their physical similarities. Out of the whole coven, Jasper has the hardest time being around humans, due to his untrained upbringing as a young vampire in an army environment. He was not taught to control or how to regulate his blood lust. Edward Cullen states that all human blood is equally tempting to Jasper, unlike the rest of the family, who can notice the variations in blood scent in different humans. He is also the newest member of the Cullen family. The Cullens throw an 18th birthday party for Bella.

While opening a gift, she cuts her finger lightly and starts bleeding. Since Jasper is the newest vegetarian vampire in the family, he is overcome by his bloodlust and tries to attack Bella, only to be stopped by Edward, though Emmett puts Jasper in an unbreakable grip. Edward pushes Bella away and she is not bitten, but is seriously injured when she crashes into broken glass. After Jasper nearly bites Bella, he and his family move away from Forks in an effort to protect Bella from their world. After Bella saves Edward from committing suicide, Jasper returns with the rest of the Cullens to Forks.

Jasper is 6'3" and has golden honey blond hair. He is muscular but lean. Like the other Cullens, he has pale, marble-like skin and bruise-like purple shadows under his eyes, which appear gradually as his thirst increases. He has golden eyes, like all vegetarian vampires, which turn darker, eventually becoming black, as he grows thirstier. He has many crescent-shaped scars on his body, face, neck and jaw from the bites of vampires he fought on Maria's behalf. The white scars are invisible to humans unless contrasted by a strong light, but when viewed by a vampire they are said to be his most dominant feature, causing defensive reactions in vampires who don't know him. About a year or so later, Bella thinks the scars "screamed dangerous." She also asked herself, "How many vampires had tried to kill Jasper", and answered, "The same number that had died in the attempt."

Jasper could be mistaken for cold because of his highly militaristic mindset. As he's the most resolved in killing Bella in order to protect his family's secrets and is even willing to fight Edward to get to her (who admits he would fight against Jasper to protect her). However, this is before he met her and he steps down immediately after Alice asks him not to. However, his relationship with Alice displays his warmer side. The fact that he suffered depression after his years in Maria's service suggests a strong sense of conscience and grief over his perceived wrong-doings. When he was human he was described as being extremely charismatic, and therefore very likable. He has also been shown to be a strong and forceful leader through his rapid ascent through the ranks of the Confederate Army.

The fact that he is always a soothing presence shows that he wishes others to feel well and at ease, and will do his best to make that occur. Jasper is highly intuitive but also never takes advantage of his miraculous gift, showing that he is not malicious and chooses not to manipulate others. While the Cullens were gone, when Edward had broken Bella's heart, Jasper studied philosophy at Cornell University. When the Cullens and Edward left, Jasper felt saddened when he read the emotions coming off Edward and how lonely and heartbroken he was without Bella. He voted yes for Bella to become a vampire. Jasper used show his being deeply ashamed of his urge to drain the life from the humans around him. He also believed that a newborn vampire's instability is natural and unavoidable, and therefore had lower expectations for himself and his control. However, when Bella demonstrated very high levels of self-control as a newborn, Jasper's ideas were challenged and he was forced to review his theories and raise his self-expectations.

On a softer note, Jasper is unconditionally in love with Alice, and, despite her precognitive abilities, would do anything for her and to protect her. An example of this was when Jasper was trying to be 'everywhere at once' to protect Alice as they had their show down with the newborn vampires Victoria had decided to make. Some vampires have extra abilities beyond normal which amplifies an ability they had as a human. Because he was charismatic as a human, Jasper can feel and change the emotions of others, though must be careful not to constantly manipulate those around him, so as not to create a false reality of others simply feeling what he wants them to feel. Like all other vampires he also has super strength and speed, granite hard skin, immortality, and a keen sense of smell and hearing.

Jasper also became very connected to Bella because of her constantly joyful mood as a vampire. In the Cullen family, Jasper is the best fighter, the second fastest (next to Edward), and the second strongest (next to Emmett). During the training to fight the newborns, Jasper gives the Cullens and Quileutes, it is noted that Jasper was unable to beat Edward due to his ability to see what Jasper was about to do; neither was able to defeat the other (but without Edward's mind reading ability, Jasper would have defeated him). This was shown during their sparring, which only stopped when Carlisle told them to, suggesting that it could have continued indefinitely. The Quileute wolves consider Jasper the largest threat to the pack above all the other Cullens, describing him as "power and speed and death rolled into one."

Jasper is thought, by Bella, to be on the fringe of his adoptive family. As Carlisle didn't change him he doesn't have the same connection with him as Esme, Edward, Emmett and Rosalie do. He has always thought of himself as the weakest link due to his old background and is comforted by Edward on this fact. He, Emmett and Edward enjoyed play wrestling with each other, and hunting together on a regular basis, they seemed to be real brothers. His connection with Alice was quite remarkable, proven by the fact that meeting her completely changed his way of life. His connection to the Cullen family was whole, but as he is quiet and very reserved, it can be mistaken that the connection is quite dull. Jasper first met Alice after escaping the vampire wars he had been in.

She was sitting on a stool in a diner in Philadelphia waiting for him, having used her ability to see into the future to see that they would meet there. Jasper, a little taken back by her knowing him, apologized sheepishly to her when she teased him about how long she had been waiting for him by bowing his head like a good southern gentleman and answering, "I'm sorry, ma'am." as Alice had said when Jasper was telling his story to Bella. Alice then, offered him her hand in a silent request to leave the diner and start a new life together. Jasper accepted. They fell in love and eventually found the Cullen family together. Alice helps Jasper regulate his blood lust by looking into the future or calming him down. They have been a part of the Cullen family ever since.

It is stated that Alice and Jasper have a special, somewhat private relationship. They were both never complete until they met each other, and they are the only members of the Cullen family who were not turned into vampires by either Carlisle or Edward. Their distinctly understanding love is what separates them from the other couples in their family. They aren't as flamboyant about their relationship as Rosalie and Emmett are. The two were very committed and protective of each other, and have been married legally once, while Rosalie and Emmett tend to do so often when they move to a new place. It is obvious that Jasper was in love with Alice and would do anything for her. He had quite a protective nature towards her, as Carlisle with Esme, Edward with Bella, and Emmett with Rosalie.

That day, in the field with the Volturi, while the name was finding the votes, Alice and Jasper were just arriving with Nahuel. When they arrived, they tried to proove to Aro that Renesmee was of no harm, she wouldn't hurt anyone. The votes came in, Caius his normal bitter self that voted yet to kill his darling niece, and Marcus who voted no, let her be. This left one person, and one person only. Aro. It didn't seem that he was swayed, it seemed like nothing was going to make him see that Renesmee wasn't going to harm anyone. As Jasper stood there beside Alice, he felt her stiffen at his side, of course he didn't look over to her, he was too eager to pounce once Aro voted yes. But then, a voice spoke up and it made him c**k his head to the side. Was his love doing? She had to be joking, there was no way in hell she was meaning it.

Though, that day. . he got prooven wrong. Alice, his dear Alice, WASN'T joking. He felt it, the emotions pushing themselves towards him. It was all too much. He couldn't take it. What could he do? There had to be something, ANYTHING. But there wasn't. Jasper was in denial. He tried to deny the facts that were right in front of him. When she left, when she turned her back to him and didn't take one look back, Jasper became the statue of a man who was broken. Shattered into a million pieces of nothing but cold skin and ash. His pixie was gone. How could he live? How could he dare live without her? She couldn't leave him, she just couldn't. It wasn't possible. They were made for eachother, right? And that meant she couldn't leave him! No, she just couldn't. . He was lost that day. Jasper Whitlock Hale Cullen was no longer himself, he was the memory of a guy who used to be happy, or close enough anyway, he was gone.

The century was a cold time. Without his dear Alice, how could he possibly live on?

Well. Since I really don't have much more time, seeing as Alice is calling me, I have to go.


Sincerely,
Jasper Whitlock Hale Cullen
Dangn't. I keep forgetting you're new.
Sincerely,
Jasper

[iRawrrYou16]

she was there-expecting me naturally. "you've kept me waiting a long time." she said
And I ducked my head like a good southern gentlemen, and said,
"i'm sorry ma am." She held out her hand and I took it without stopping
to think about what I was doing. for the first time, in nearly a century,
i felt hope.

indentIt was a lonely century. One century, that felt like a million. Many days had passed by and nothing happened. A smile never formed on any of the Cullen's faces, no one laughed, no one tried to lift up the mood, it was full of so much depression that there was no longer a way to change the moods. Jasper, oh dear Jasper, how long had it been since he spoke? What day was it? When was the last time he had checked the calender? It didn't matter anymore. It wasn't worth it. Living was nothing but torture. If he had to live, couldn't he do it with Alice? Just the name made him cringe. It was like nails on a chalkboard. That pixie, his little pixie had left him in the dust without taking one look back. She was the only thing that kept him from breaking down, but she left and he was that same Jasper Whitlock he had been back in 1800s when Maria had put him through pain, depression, grief, and worst of all, loneliness. It was all replaying, like a said tale through his head. He didn't stared at Alice's picture anymore before he fell asleep. He never laid in bed because her scent was still on the fabric, no one could fathom going into that room anymore, not even Jasper. So he roamed outside under the stars that were up in outerspace.

Jasper was alone in a cold world of depression, hurt, and sadness. He was angry nor frustrated with his little pixie, he was just the Jazzi he used to be before he met her. Renesmee and Jacob had gotten married, no one dared mention her name around him, and everyone continued to live, is that's what it is called when you're in a family that lived off of one person. She held the family together, she was the glue. When you lose the glue, what happens? You fall apart. Jasper was in the background in the Cullen Family now. He was no longer apart of the family, he just stayed to himself which was his content place to be. He rarely came back to the house to see if anyone was around. The last time had spoken, haunted him. Being in the presence of the Volturi guard was not an easy position. Trying to persuade them was much harder, as well. As I stood there stiff and hard as stone, like most of the time when I was riding to fight, I watched the movements go on throughout the field. Feet shuffled and moving awkwardly around, nerves were building and I could feel them. All the emotions, strained, nervous, upset, angry, violent, it was all alot to take in. The clearing held two very horrible memories, I didn't want for there to be another one.

As Caius made his decision, not surprising at all that he could be as heartless as he was, I heard a few angry grunts, feet moving once more but more angerly. I tried to ignore the annoying whispers that vibrated through the crowd, but it was hard. I turned my head back in the direction of the three brothers, trying to not look to Jane or Alec, since they would think I wanted a challenge. Marcus voted no, also not surprising since he was very careless and always bored with anything that went on around him, this came down to Aro. Carlisle, who stood with Esme, watched with a calm expression, waiting as the man comtimplated about his decision. That's when his little pixie, her hand in his eyes, stiffed and went limb. What had she seen? I couldn't ask anything, it seemed, so I stayed silent and compose my emotions. Fear vibrated over her and then, she suddenly came back. Then she spoke. 8 words; a million times the pain. Jasper nearly lost his step, he felt oddly dizzy and couldn't help my need to burst out like a rapid animal. I wanted to rip anyone apart, even if it would be someone in my family. Alice, she was mine, she didn't belong with those vulgar monsters. She belonged with me, not to be tortured or poked with a stick. She wasn't to be a prized jewel that was used! How. Could. She. Do. This? Her words ran through my head.

As gasps sounded out within the ground, I stood there stiff but limb. But then, not able to control myself, I kneeled down in front of her, taking her arms, jerking her lightly so she would look to me. What was happening? This couldn't be right. . This was a nightmare, but I wasn't asleep, I couldn't sleep. So I kneeled there, staring at my pixie's face. Her features glowing brightly. The hurt on my face showed how much pain I was experiencing. If she was leaving. . where did that leave me? What could I do to change her mind? When Alice spoke to Aro, mu eyes closed and i couldn't help but try and fight the urge to rip Aro apart for saying what he said next. It wasn't something that was bad, but it was something that stabbed me in the chest, and made me purse my lips together. I shook my head so hard it felt like my brain banged against my skull. I looked at her and finally she looked at me, but only to smile which only stabbed me more. She ran her hands through my hair but I couldn't help but grow more angry. My pixie was leaving me. . She would never care to be next to me again after she finished with the Volturi. I wasn't sure if she would even be coming back after a century which made my jaw stiffened.

If they didn't, I wouldn't be scared to come and get her myself. Even if she wasn't the same Alice she would still be my Alice. I didn't care. As my pixie turned towards Bella, not dropping her attention from me, my arm fell and I stared as they spoke. As she said her goodbyes to practically everyone, I sat staring at her as she tried to act like she wasn't hurting herself in this situation as well. I closed my eyes, even know I never wanted to cry before in my years of being a vampire, at that moment, when I realized that I really wouldn't be smelling her scent anymore, looking into her eyes, or even hearing her light steps, I felt the depression build itself up in my chest. My eyes were full of agony and pain, as if Jane were shooting pain into me, but this was wore. I was never, ever, ever, going to be seeing this same Alice ever again. It would be a miracle if, or when, she came back she would be the same as she was at this moment. The depression got heavier inside of me, I didn't want. . but it was there waiting to explode,waiting to capture me into it's sad atmosphere. Suddenly I snapped out of it and looked to Alice as she turned to me, and quickly pulled her into a firm hug. As my head was in her neck, I tried to not think about what was happening, trying to be pretend that she was only heading into Port Angeles and we were for some odd reason hugging goodbye.

"I'll go with you." I whispered, trying to hold the hurt out of my voice. It was of no use, it was easy to hear that my voice was strained. When she responded, I winced kissing her neck lightly. The excitement rolling off of Aro made my jaw tightened. I pulled away a little, but stilll had her in a hug, "I don't have peace without you, Alice." I winced again and felt her pull away to look into my eyes. Her eyes stung mine, I couldn't help but look towards the ground, but when she spoke, it was worse. Like diggars being thrown into me. Cold and hard. A hundred years. A hundred years without my wife. That was like a divorce, minus the divorce part. I felt something drop into my hand and looked, my face written out with pure pain. No worse, the depression had captured me. I looked to her shaking my head, my eyes stinging. At this moment I swore tears were in my eyes, well atleast I imagined it. I didn't kiss her back, I just went somewhat numb and stared after her. No, I wouldn't be alone. Before I found Alice, I was alone. But I found a way to pull myself up, but only to be stopped by Edward and Emmett, I kicked and punched them in the chests angerly. "Alice! Please! Don't go! I need you!" I felt my left arm loosen and took that as an advantage but it was captured again which made me go limb. As she looked back, his pixie. . he fell in defeat to the ground and mouthed 'i love you', then watched her turn around.

It was that day when Jasper had lost his wife and best friend. It hurt too much to fathom it. After Alice had left, Jasper had slipped slowly into his old self. When he haunted he wasn't as slick and smooth as he used to be. He lost all energy and walked and walked and walked for miles. Seth occasionally joined him, but that was only once in awhile. Like Alice said that it would be like only one hour had passed in his life, he would never, and could never, feel that way. Without Alice around he was the lost, empty, forgotten member of the Cullen family. The volturi were not intimidating, they were vicious and wouldn't give anyone mercy. Not even his little pixie. As he walked, Jazzi swayed like he was a cardboard cut out that followed the woods rhythm. What was he to do when Alice had left? Smile? Laugh? Pretend that his life was going on like he wasn't broken. . that wasn't possible. He couldn't smile, laugh, talk, there was no way. . His lips stayed in a hard tight line, or a frown, either way his emotions and look at life changed after that one day in the opening. Jasper didn't know what day it was, what time it was, or where he was, he kept walking until he felt like he was far enough away from the reality he hated.

If he had a chance to redo what happened the day, he would've. He would've gone off to the Volturi himself instead of Alice going to risk her life. Jasper had gone through training to fight, and they could use him, but he wasn't the thing they wanted. . sure he had a power but he didn't have what Edward and Alice did. As the blonde looked up and realized just where he was, he fell to his knee's. Where had he ended up? The place that haunted him at night, the place that made the depression inside of him rise and his anger somewhat sink to the soles of his feet. He felt nowhere that what he had for the past century, he would never be the same. As he sat there, in the opening, on his knee's, he stared around the large empty area with a blank expression. The scents of the Volturi had disappeared along with his families, the wolf pack, and his love. This wasn't the first time he had stepped foot into the opening, he had come many times before, but never realized why. He was trying to pretend that nothing had happened, living in a life of denial, living in a body that belonged to a monster, and being alone to suffer the depression that had sucked him in.

At Renesmee's and Jacob's wedding he had tried hard to smile and seem atleast simi-happy, but he couldn't. It was of no use. Jasper stood up and released a low sad sigh, walking slowly, even slow for a human, through the woods again. He continued, at this speed, to the house, where he walked in through then backdoor and headed upstairs to take a shower. Everyone was obviously up and probably knew that it was him who had arrived, since he went in the direction of Alice's room, not his since he hadn't been in there for a while. He opened the door and the scents flew towards him. His face went to such pain that it seemed like he would probably die from them. He walked into the bathroom, trying not to think of Alice, and stepped into the shower after pulling off his clothes. It was a rather slow shower, as he thought throughout the whole thing, like usual. Jasper pulled a towel off of one of those hooks on the door and wrapped it arounded his body. He threw his clothes into the empty waste basket. Looking to his reflection in the mirror, Jazzi shook his head angerly, banging the counter, watching it crack slightly.

He walked back to his closet and pulled on some clothes, holding his breath so he wouldn't smell the scent. He pulled on a plain why t-shirt with some jeans, he walked down the hallway and smelt two scents. One belonged to Bella, and another belonged to one person that made him stop in his tracks. He closed his eyes and held his breath, even know he didn't need to. Jasper took a step forward, standing behind Bella, staring down at his pixie. Oh how he wanted to break out into smiles, but he didn't have it in him. He just stared at her, taking in the looks on her face. Did her eyes change? His eyes zoomed in and he stiffened, they made her drink human blood. . oh I'll kill them!! He felt like growling, but couldn't. She was there. Alice, a different Alice, but it was still his Alice. The pain, depression, and sadness suddenly thickened, if that were possible and he looked to Bella, gulping down the lump in his throat. He tried to remember how to work his lips, instead of speaking, once he got them working, he mouthed, 'My pixie. .' He slipped past Bella, walking down the stair's still having that heartbreaking expression on his face.

Jasper pulled Alice into his arms, he didn't care what she had turned into, or what she had done, this women in his arms was his wife. Though his arms were limb and his expression was still depressed, his thoughts were jumping around in his head, but not excited thoughts. She had turned into one of them. At the thought Jazzi pulled away, looking at her with soft but hurt eyes, 'What happened. .' He mouthed, gulping down yet another lump that came to his throat. He couldn't look into her eyes, it made the hurt burn inside of him. He looked over her head, and thought to himself, even if Edward was listening, she's changed. .



Over this century, I have lost myself, slipping into a dark cloud
of depression and sadness. My dear, I'm not Jasper
anymore. I can't smile anymore, I've been clouded over for
the last hundred years. I can't look you in the eyes and say I love you,
I've disappeared, my love, and I don't know where I went. .

[iRawrrYou16]

she was there-expecting me naturally. "you've kept me waiting a long time." she said
And I ducked my head like a good southern gentlemen, and said,
"i'm sorry ma am." She held out her hand and I took it without stopping
to think about what I was doing. for the first time, in nearly a century,
i felt hope.

indentJasper noticed that at first Alice was stiff, that wasn't what the old Alice would've done, she would've hugged him right away, she would've smiled, she would've done something to show that she still had some personality inside of her. She had changed more than he thought. It seemed like they both had, instead Jasper didn't change into another person, he just changed into what he used to be. The depressed, saddened, and lost Jasper that walked around with that same frown, or blank expression, that showed he was in a sea of confusion. His face never really changed, it was like a stoned composed unrealistic imagination of someone that was widowed. It was close. It seemed the Alice felt the same way, but instead her face showed no emotions, just a replica of Jane. That made his cringe, his pixie would never be another Jane. She wasn't evil, how could he possibly think that? Jazzi watched as his wife hesitated, her mouth was open as if to respond but he could see that she wasn't and decided that his question was to be left unanswered. If it were his decision, if it was his choice, he would've gone to Volterra, be tortured by Caius, change but never would he let them torture him.

His fighting skills and strength to pursue through any type of pain was better to get through Jane and Alec's powers, but Alice didn't deserve that. All of a sudden a large whiff of a scent hit him, and it made him turn to glance at Renesmee, had she been up this whole time? As he looked up at his beautiful neice, he could feel the emotions booming. He kept as still as a statue and stood with his back to niece, and his eyes over Alice's head. Jasper closed his eyes and pursed her lips together, if only he could sleep, if only he could dream of another world. If only Jasper wasn't Jasper, if he could be somebody else, somebody different, he would've been strong enough to get through the years without his wife, he would've be okay. But who was Jasper without Alice? He was an unknown stranger. If Jasper had lost Alice, if she was really, truly, gone. . what would've Jazzi done? If he was alone, really, and undeniabley, alone, he would've done everything in his power to get himself killed too. Jasper wouldn't be ok. But she was there, right in front of him and he couldn't do anything, anything at all, to smile or say a word to respond because he had been so depressed for so long that he couldn't remember how.

Jasper let out a soft sigh and looked to Alice as she began to speak, when her eyes looked into his, and he could see himself in her eyes, he looked down and suddenly felt arms wrapped around his neck. He looked to Alice and felt her emotions, he stiffened. Though he did wrap his arms around her waist and winced, her scent was so real. So he couldn't be dreaming, it had to be real, but for so many nights, so many days, he had dreamed of being reunited but it was always so far away. Now that she was back, what could he say or do to make her feel anything close to happy? He kept silent as he rubbed her back gentley, not knowing what else to do. Since he couldn't speak, he just focused on how much pain she was in, he shook his head violently when she began speaking, "Th-Th-They. . ma-made you. . drin-drink human blo-blood?" He wasn't stiff anymore, he held her in his arms, tight to his chest, he didn't want to think about how much pleasure Jane and Alec had with putting his pixie through that kind of torture. "Y-You are not. . a dis-disappointment, Alice. You've ne-never been a disap-disappointment to me. .

Those words were more than true. Of course his stuttering didn't help, but it was his fault that he hadn't spoken to ven one person, not even to himself, and that proved how much pain he went through. It wasn't that Jasper was disappointed in Alice, if he was disappointed in anyone, it would be himself. Jazzi shouldn't have let this depression thing suck him up. But that one day, that single day when he realized he was going to have no one, and be alone like he had been for so many years, it shattered him. When she walked away, it took everything he had not to show that the depression took over, but that night is when his family finally realized that they had lost Jasper. Jazzi was no longer that one that would actually speak, or be around them, he wasn't going to be like that ever again. Sure his wife was back but that didn't mean it wasn't going to just take Alice to make him go back to his old self. "They forced you, Alice, it's not your fault. ." He whispered, pulling away and looking into her eyes, not looking at himself this time, and nodding once, glancing over his shoulder to Bella.

Though something came to his mind. Carlisle. . what would he do? Alice had broken the rules, but of course she was part of the family so he would never do anything about the situation, but what if he did? Carlisle had stuck to the fact that animals were their prey, not humans. But wouldn't he understand that Alice was in a position where she cracked? If he didn't, what could possibly happen? Jazzi didn't like the thoughts of his family suddenly freaking out on his wife, they had just got her back, no one in their right mind's would do that. Jasper turned away from Bella and took a step back, motioning towards Alice, she was all hers, "I-I'll be right back." He breathed, squeezing past Bella once more and heading towards his bedroom, not caring about the scent anymore, it didn't make his heartbreak more than it already had. He had her back, why wasn't his depression going away? He walked over to the calender and flipped through the months he had missed, the hundred years he had lost. The days marked were Alice's birthday, nothing else was on it. Jasper shook his head, his emotions getting the best of him as he threw the calenders to the ground, scattering months everywhere, he squated and held his face in his hands.

Where had he been? Where had he disappeared to? Jazzi was gone. . there was no sign of him, but why couldn't he just return and smile to his wife, tell her he loved her more than anything. That would atleast make him feel semi-good. As he stayed in the position, like a statue that would never be moved, he realized that there was one thing he hadn't realized. Had he affected his family? Was his depression like a dark cloud that hung over their heads? I should've left, I shouldn't have stayed. . putting them through this wasn't right. Now he felt worse, his family had suffered from two losses; Alice and Jasper. Though, if he hadn't affected him then he was just probably an annoying tick that kept returning unwelcomed. But he had a right. . nothing more to it than that. If anything, all Jasper wanted was to be back to his old self. Rolling his eyes at his bipolar mood swings, Jasper stood up in a somewhat stiff-looking position and looking around his pratically empty room. It felt like it was missing something, or someone, and for that reason he looked to his door, wondering if Alice could sense his sudden emotional jerk. It wasn't like him to just leave like that, unless something bad had occured, but Jasper knew that she could most likely tell his mood was different.

It was obvious, since the hurt in her eyes proved that she was thinking about how much pain she put him through, he wasn't going to deny that, but he was going to deny his emptiness inside with out her, Though, the family would probably tell her other wise. Alice had tried to lie to him, which he understood completely, but he knew that no matter what, lying wasn't the right way to go. The Volturi had cruel medistic minds that could manipulate and destroy you, their powers didn't help either. Aro came off as somewhat charming and sentimental, but the thing that made him evil was just that. He played a game that no one knew that instructions for; playby his rules, you win, but the thing is. . no one knows the rules and that's the point. Aro gets amuse because his knowledge is 'much more higher than most', or so he thinks. Edward would beat him in a game of chest. .maybe. They would both be playing with their minds, listening to eachothers thoughts to discover their moods. But Aro could only listen into one mind, while Edward could listen into every single mind, as long as you were close enough.

Somehow Jasper's mind taveled to a totally different subject, this one had to do with Bella. It also destroyed Bella when Alice left, but there was two different kinds of 'destroyed' between the two of them. Bella worked through the pain with 'bettering' herself. First by dying her hair which ticked him off, that's why he rarely came near her, it hurt too much to see that she was doing it for her own selfish needs. When he was around her, he usually stared daggers into her until he felt her uncomfortable or guilty mood towards him, which made him feel that his job was complete. Sure it was jerky but it didn't matter, she annoyed him at times and she didn't know what pain was. Thens he had to go off and suddenly get a fashion sense, which didn't piss him off once bit, he didn't care, but he knew the reasons behind it so he could've annoyed him. That's why Jasper didn't hang around his family, where there was many reasons, but she was one of them. Jazzi looked across thorugh and noticed a frame face down. He knew why, but he didn't dare remember it. The day he saw the picture of his love sitting on the side table, the day he had lost her and knew this picture in the frama was all that was left. . it hurt too much so he had to put it down. The picture wasn't in the frame, though, it was somewhere else. In a hidden place that only he knew where it was. It was actually filled with many memories of him and Alice, he just hadn't taken a look at it for a while. The pain was too fresh, but even know it was still there, he was sure he could handle looking into the box.

Pushing the doors opening, Jazzi searched with his eyes and spotted, in the far back corner, the small crack in the wall that was dark as coal. It was a box that had white lace wrapped around the outside, it was tied into a knot that he had tightened five thousand times before. He walked over, like a graceful god, and kneeled down beside it, picking it up into his hands and quickly figuring out the complicated knot. He opened it and felt a jolt in his chest. It held as much as it ever could. The necklace that Alice had given to him sat in clear few, ontop of many photographs, letters he had never sent, and many other things. He picked it up into his hand and held it in front of his face, looking at it in pain. He sighed and closed the box, keeping the thing in his hand, as he tied the box back up and tucked it away. As he made his way out of the room, his grip tightened around the necklace. He walked down the stairs, not looking to Alice as he walked behind her and took the necklace from his hand, then putting it around her neck, watching it same in place. He nodded, pursing his lips together, and knew either she was going to flip out on him or 'cry', either way he wasn't ready for it.






Over this century, I have lost myself, slipping into a dark cloud
of depression and sadness. My dear, I'm not Jasper
anymore. I can't smile anymore, I've been clouded over for
the last hundred years. I can't look you in the eyes and say I love you,
I've disappeared, my love, and I don't know where I went. .

[iRawrrYou16]

here's the sunshine to everybody's day.

I'm feeling like a star, you can't stop my shine,
I'm loving cloud nine, my head's in the sky,
I'm solo, I'm riding solo, I'm riding solo,
I'm ridin solo, sooloooo. Yeah, I'm feeling good tonight, finally
doing me and it feels so alright, oh,
Time to do the things I like, going to the
club everything's alright, oh.

Airplanes sucked. They were always claustrophobic and all the seats were pushed too close together. It was like being crammed in a box with five thousand people. Five more minutes. . She groaned, five more minutes in hell then she would be able to get off the damn plane and land in California. The rest of the five minutes all Alexandra did was yawn or play with the little buttons above the seat, she got told to stop being times but it was fun to feel you were in power, it made her feel intimidating and dangeorus. The people behind her kept whining about her chair leaning too far back but she just kept grunting in annoyance at their request for her to sit up and have could manners. Psh, manners. . whatta joke. Finally, the plane slowed down and came to an unsteady stop. It made her feel dizzy which wasn't a good sign since she was always in a bad mood when she wasn't feeling well. But once she remembered where she finally once she felt like doing the happy dance, though the people on the plane were a bunch of crankbutts. When she was allowed to stand get her stuff, she heard her mother's suitcase being rolled over to her, "Are you going straight to his house?" She asked, her voice seemed alarmed. . and why was that? She was pretty sure she was old enough to walk around California without her father fretting that would somehow get killed. Over protective much? The brunette rolled her eyes and yanked the black suitcase down. Thankfully she had enough strength to catch it before it fell on her to crush her fragile bones.

After she got it down, her mother sighed knowing what Alex was thinking and figuring that she didn't need a response. "I'll get my own cab, I'll meet you back at the hotel. . if you have a change of plans, let me know." With that, her mother walked towards the exit of the plane. Alexsandra pulled the strap of her suitcase up onto her shoulder and yanking her other bag into her hand. As she walked off of the airplane, she heard loud booming of laughter which made her jump. Was Santa Claus suddenly stepping onboard? She giggled. . haha, Santa Claus. . he had a sleigh, f u ck the airport. Yes, she still believed in Santa Clause. . he would always be real, ALWAYS. Alex skipped down the airport, passing many curious eyes and nearing the luggage pick up. She decided she was going to surprise her Nick, sure he knew she was coming, but he didn't know what time. She wondered if he had muscles, the hulk. . oh yeah would that be awesome or what? Hulk was green man, being green was like being a large walking leave with bulging muscles. She smirked at the thought and slid into one of the taxi seats, "Could you head downtown for me please?" She asked sweetly, putting her bag on her lap then kicking the suitcase into the seat beside her. It was a comfy ride, being squished up against the wall and everything. What comfort! It felt like it had been four thousand years that she had been in California.

She never really had a reason to come back, it was just that nothing severe happened.

[iRawrrYou16]

I'm not ready to say 'i love you'

andrew♆JOHNATHAN♆strait

It figures; he's the hot bad boy your parents warned you about.

Everybody sees its you.Im the one that lost the view.
Everybody says were through. I hope you havent said it too.
So where do we go from here,
With all this fear in our eyes? And, where can love take us now?
Weve been so far down.
We can still touch the sky.

If we crawl til we can walk again
Then well run until were strong enough to jump.
Then well fly until there is no end.
So lets crawl, crawl, crawl back to love.
Yeah, back to love, yeah.

If anything, Andrew would've probably yanked the eyes out of the staring faces that were suddenly towards them and the words they were saying made him want to burst out into laughter. Well, well, well, some people aren't liking this little sitting arrangement. He smirked arrogantly and looked at Ashlynn with a smirk, "Sarcastic? I find that extremely insulting. ." Of course he was joking, but he did find himself to be quite the sarcastic a*****e, now that was a true statement. Why was he even talking to her? It was out of character, and he was being playful, he never was playful. He usually gagged at people that were playful and giggily. Well, he wasn't giggling, nor was he being very playful, in fact he was pretty much being his normal sarcastic self that made those jerky remarks, because he felt that he had the right. "Well, isn't that a relief!" He said shaking his head, sure he was sarcastic. . but this was a little true. He had girls wanting to get him into bed most of the time, not every girl, but alot of girls, and he couldn't stand one more being the same way. Now that wouldn't be the greatest thing that he could get himself into. "Acting? Hmm. . interesting. ." He nodded to himself and smirked, acting. . woow, then he needed to 'act' better, obviously.

If he had kept most of the school away from him, he could keep one girl, though. . he didn't know if he wanted to. Andrew's eyebrows furrowed when she heard that this was only her third school, "Hmm, ok." He said, remembering back when he had learned about the Blacks and Cullens secret. Well he had been suspicious from the beginning, it was always so strange how year after year the Cullens never changed, the day he had figured it out was probably when he was 9 years old. Sure he was young but he was confused as to how people could look so, well, perfect. So he typed in; pale, speed, beauty, grace. . and got started there. He finally found out that something was mysterious and oh so strange about these certain Cullens they were vampires. Sure at first it sounded unrealistic and he couldn't piece it all together, but when he watched them close enough, he realized he was right. Then he studied the Blacks, typing in the "Quiluette pack legends" and piecing everything together. So if they phased they didn't age, if they stopped, the aged, it was easier to realize all these things when you observed them. But it was still strange, how could these creatures possibly exist? Of course Hybrids weren't his thing, either you were human, or you weren't. . simple as that. Andrew was always the smart kid who could piece things together easily.

"Time to go in two minutes. ." He whispered to himself, letting out a low aggravated sigh. Could class go anymore slower? He wasn't counting the seconds as they slowly passed. It was quite irritating. Then he saw a kid, Bradly Owens, the biggest dork ever, in Andrew's opinion, suddenly trip over the seat behind Ashlyn went made go toward the ground. Drew watched, unsure of who would help him, and noticed Ashlyn reaching out towards him, suddenly catching by the back of the shirt. What the hell? Did this chick have some massive muscles? He watched in amazement, looking as Bradly thanked her for what she had done and listening to her reply. Andrew kept quiet, though, and looked as she turned towards him he just stared at her blank-faced. "Yup. . guess so." He stood up and grabbed his stuff, pulling it to his side then glancing over to the teacher, "See you later Mister Tomsen. ." He raised his head in a goodbye way and watched as the teacher repeated his action, then turned around and followed the last of the people out of the classroom. He pulled himself past people and watched as suddenly a girl enraged punched a wall and ran out of the school. Knowing that it was only stupid of him to follow, Andrew headed towards his locker.

The brunette male slammed his locker door shut, like always with too much force, and wondered aimlessly around the halls. Andrew didn't see Ashlynn run after her sister, yes he knew who she was, and didn't really care. He wasn't a stalker, he wasn't going to hang all over some chick, he was far from that. If he wanted to be nice, that was luck, if he wanted to beat the living s**t out of you, that was also luck, but if he wanted to be friends, not a good idea. Hanging out with him led to fights or just risky situations; no idiot would ever get into a 'risky situation' with Mister Andrew Strait. . unless they were a complete dumbass. The halls were pretty much full with kids scrambling to get to their next classes, kids bumped and shoved others, obviously none of them having the guts to do the same to him, but they were mostly freshmen. He neared his classroom and glanced around the hall for any of the stalkers, coast's clear, he thought sarcastically, stepping into the room, Andrew stood leaning against the wall. Ahh the joys of computer technology.