I was roused by a rough smack across the back of my head, causing me to squeal and jump about a foot in the air. Hypothetically speaking. Harmony was smirking down at me, hands on her hips.
"Wakey wakey, sleeping beauty. It's time to meet your boyfriend." She smirked. I didn't have the energy to protest about her calling him my boyfriend. She was right. He'd promised to be at the airport waiting to make sure I was alright. There was no going back now. I clearly had a look of 'Oh my god, what if he's a rapist?' about me, as Harmony bent down and took my hands in hers before speaking;
"It'll be fine. He'll be fine." I nodded, meeting her eyes. I had to trust her on this one. Managing a shaky smile, I stood, gabbing my luggage form the luggage rack overhead.
"Let's blow this joint." I joked lightly, lifting my chin up. Harmony laughed, leading me off the plane by the hand. It was times like these when I was glad my baby sister was mentally older than me. We spent hours deciding how mentally old we were and came to the conclusion that she was a wise thirty year old, as opposed to me being a timid, paranoid thirteen year old.
We caught up with our mum - no, mom - and stayed close to her as she led the way out; luggage in tow. I found myself clutching Harmony's hand tighter by the second, paranoia setting in. What if he was a creep? hell, what if he didn't show up?"
"Law, over there." I heard her grin, pointing towards a short, skinny boy with a mess of brown curls and a very cliche sign that read; 'Badger'. The looks he was getting were priceless. I stopped dead, realizing who he was. Jasper. Before I knew what was happening, I felt Harmony dragging my mom and I towards him. (I didn't see this happening, because I honestly could only see him.)
"Hello stranger. Wait, Law?" Oh god, he sounded beautiful. Like, like... Does beauty have to have a specific sound? Fine, he sounded beautiful like Robert Pattinson. Judging by the looks he was giving me, I looked pretty stupid, just staring at him with the inability to speak.
"J-Jazz." I got out, wincing at how high my voice had gone. I groaned inwardly at the smirk that formed on his lips. His perfect, gorgeous - No, I'm not Bella. Though, he made me feel like that whiny, obsessive Mary-Sue.
I blinked slowly, raising an eyebrow as he threw Harmony a set of car keys, informing her that his car was the ostentatious Lamborghini. As she pulled our mother towards the car park, she smirked in my ear;
"Isn't he dreamy?" I blushed slightly, nodding. Once that pest - I mean amazing, wonderful angel - had safely left the area, I looked down at Jasper, clearing my throat to catch his attention. It worked.
"Let's get one thing straight - don't comment," I began, wringing my hands nervously, "You're not a rapist, are you?"
He snorted, shaking his head,"No, I'm one hundred percent sure I'm not. Any more questions? No? Good, then let's go before your sister steals my car." I laughed, taking his offered hand.
"Tell me, Lawrence," He grinned, turning his head to face me as we walked, "After all this time, how could you possibly still think I'm a creep?"
"Offended that you think it's funny." I sang, dropping his hand and stepping away from him, only to have him pull me back.
"That's a road, dork. Unless you are a care or some sort of motor vehicle, it's not recommended that you strut along it. That causes these things called accidents. They can kill people. They no good."
"Smug b*stard." I huffed, folding my arms across my chest. "Why didn't you just let me get run over? Run over? Or ran over...?"
"Because," Jasper laughed, "I, Jasper Everett Hawthorne, am your Edward Cullen. Now I just have to watch you sleep and constantly want to eat you."
"That's what she said." I smirked, leaning against the Lamborghini as we reached it.
"Don't touch what you can't afford."
"It's not a prostitute, Jasper."
"Shut it."
"Make me." I looked triumphant at his contemplative expression as I opened the passenger door and got in. (Harmony had managed to get our mom to sit in the back. Clearly she was waiting for some sort of spark between us.)
Jasper slid across the hood of the car, stumbling as he landed.
"Smooth." I smirked as he got in, cheeks flushed. Ignoring me, he turned to Harmony and grinned;
"My sister can't wait to meet you. And would you mind looking after the car for a few hours? Explore the place with your mom. I want to show Law something." I froze. They way he said that was so... alluring. Dammit. He did that on purpose. He snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, drawing them back into focus.
"Sorry," He smirked. "Do I dazzle you?"
"Screw you, blood sucker."
"A; You'd love to, but I'm too expensive for you, and B; I'm sure it's something else I suck."
"Jazz!" I yelped, burning scarlet. How did I forget his annoying tendency to spin everything around to me either screwing him/a stationary object or his gayness? I don't even mean that offensively. He really is gay. Not just one of those weird teenagers that like to make believe. I groaned, burying my head in my hands. Thanks to him, my mom was looking at me like she was going to give me 'the talk'. It'd be bad enough if I was straight, but she's going to be describing all this... stuff. I really don't want her advice on which flavor of condoms were the nicest. The sound of Jasper's smug voice brought me out of my thoughts.
"There's no need to worry, Miss Smythe. Rest assured I will not attempt to take your boy's virginity without his permission. I also took it upon myself to enlighten him on such a wonderful topic to save you the horror. Also, I knew his reaction would be more hysterical if I were the one to tell him."
"I hate you." I whispered, blushing to the tips of my ears.
"I just wanted to save your poor mother the embarrassment. Plus, your face was priceless when I told you about condoms - what flavors and sizes to buy."
"What did you tell him?" Harmony giggled from the back seat. Why was she interested?!
"Large to extra large, and either vanilla or chocolate." I choked out, looking up. "Apparently, he's also partial to banana."
"You remembered!" He actually sounded proud. "Just like I remember you telling me about the time when your friend Sean came into your room while you were - mmph." I slammed my hand over his mouth. This was one story I would not let my mother hear.
"I've covered mum's ears," Harmony giggled, "Continue. The time Sean caught him doing what?"
"Doing inappropriate things to inappropriate videos." Jasper giggled past my hand.
"How old are you?" I squeaked, eyes widening.
"Sixteen." Jasper snorted. "Before you ask, I'm using my brother's licence. Shh. Don't tell."
"Oh, you're such a child." Lawrence chuckled, rolling his eyes before resting his head against the windo of the car and slipping into silence.
