Alone Together (Jasper Hale)

04: Connected.

» i don't where im going but i don't think im coming home. «

2000

It's been a few weeks and I've adjusted my life to the Cullens fairly easily. I had cocooned myself several times only for Alice to jump into my room and give me the same angry tirade of how I'm not alone anymore. Which meant "I should see the family as much as I can. Because if I didn't I would get back into the same funk." I was able to build a better relationship with Rosalie. She and I actually had a lot in common. Our families were somewhat alike. Both our fathers had companies that provided for the family and she and I aspired for more than his. We had wanted husbands, we wanted families, and we wanted to grow old with. She at least had the husband part down.

Edward had tried to help exercise my mind along with Carlisle to trace back what happened to me. They thought that with the right type of focus I could access that part of my head and recall what I had been missing. Eventually it was going to lead into hypnosis but Carlisle wasn't entirely capable on how to accomplish that. He'd have to find someone else. Emmett and I were as close as ever. We were like two childhood friends finally reunited. Except in reality we were eighty something year olds who had inhumane speed and strength. We spent our time with competitive games.

Alice had came to me saying half the clothes I had mysteriously vanished. And gave me these "old" clothes of here that were "too big." When in reality the tags were still on all of them. She wasn't even subtle about it. Apparently my Old Navy and Gap clothes were too 1990s and it was currently 2000. I needed to up my fashion sense. I personally didn't see a problem with it. I couldn't do anything about it. I searched the house everywhere and nothing. Zip. Zilch. Nada. She really made them vanish. Esme had been the only one to defend my case. She said my clothes were sensible. Which didn't make me feel all too better but she defended me and I thanked her for it.

Jasper was a different story. I didn't know whether he liked me or not. He seemed so tense at the fact he couldn't feel the emotions I had after a couple day. But I assured him I had no idea why that could be. He was a very nice man to talk to. When he would allow it. Some days he would openly come to me and start talking. He asked about the south and sometimes about my family. Never anything too deep. He asked if I had any siblings or cousins or how my parents were. Other times he avoided it and pretended like we didn't have a spark between us. Maybe it was a one sided thing. But I hated always thinking about it. Especially if there was a mind reader in the midst of the house. Edward taunted me every now and again about my little crush on Jasper. Thankfully he wasn't cruel enough to do it in front of anyone.

I delved into the other possibilities of my power. I couldn't just be able to sense people were bad or not. There had to be something else to it. Maybe I had to delve into the deeper parts of my head to allow my power to expand. But what else could I do with it. I thought about it as the days passed. I always saw the dark auras of the bad guys. Why hadn't I tried to see the ones of my... family. I had a family now. It was nice to know I had finally found somewhere I could belong. I tried my hardest to keep it a secret. I didn't want Edward to see what I was trying too do in case I failed. The energy I had harnessed in order to try and see theirs wasn't as difficult as I had expected it. But because I used my power to see mainly bad auras, the good auras were little balls of light over their head. I couldn't see them to its fullest potential. The colors varied too. I couldn't tell what the blues and reds and pinks meant, which was what everyone's main colors were. Different colors and shades meant different things. I had so much to learn but I was so excited.

"Why do you seem so chipper today?" Alice asked. She always had a pink aura above her head. No matter how faint I saw it, there was pink. I was beginning to think it meant cheerful and bright, happy and delighted; anything associated with happiness. That was Alice and it seemed to fit. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I told her it was just a good day. This was my first week discovering a new side to my power. "You're absolutely weird."