Ashes [Jasper Hale] [2]

08 ; you've got time

Time goes by.

Some days I would wake up, and laugh all the way to lunch, barely noticing even an hour passed.

And then somedays I would wake up and an eternity would pass, only for me to find out a short moment passed and that the whole day is still waiting for me to live through it.

Some days I was in paradise.

Some days I was in Hell.

But those days, despite everything, would pass by and eventually end.

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"Guys?" Jared spoke, certain urgency to his voice. Emily, Kim, Paul, Sam and I were sitting around the table at Sam and Emily's house, playing Blackjack. Sam and Emily were playing together, since Emily wasn't a fan of those kind of games. "There's this-- are you playing Blackjack without me?"

"Jared!" Embry lectured from behind him.

"Oh, yeah!" Jared waved off, "emergency! Billy just called Embry, Jacob's about to shift!"

Emily stood up, allowing Sam to get up since she was perched on his lap.

"Paul," Sam spoke as the two of us sat still, me cuddled in his lap (we weren't playing together persay, but Paul thought I was bad at this game so he decided he should help me).

"Am I really needed there?" Paul wondered.

Sam sighed, irritated.

"You're rubbing on him," Kim commented, making me and Emily giggle. Paul gave us a look, silencing us. He was pretty certain he was the bad influence on me.

"Paul--"

"Honestly!" Paul spoke, "I mean, Embry's his friend and Sam is the Alpha. But Jared and me?"

"He has a point," Jared mumbled.

"Fine," Sam sighed. "Paul, you can stay. Jared, you too. Stay tuned though, in case we need help."

Jared nodded, and Paul hugged me closer so we'd snuggle. He hugged the side of my forehead, and Sam kissed Emily goodbye. Jared plopped down next to Kim, dragging her chair closer and hugging her close to him.

"We're all that over fluffy couple in movies." I commented, making Paul snort.

"It's funny because it's true."

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Charlie gave us a fright as he entered the house.

Well, he gave us non-werewolves a fright. Jared and Paul both seemed to know he was there.

"Hi," Charlie greeted, making me turn to look at him as I clutched my chest.

"Dad! You scared the living sh--" I stopped myself, "light out of me!"

"Well, I got you something, so I hope that would make my attempted murder somewhat forgivable."

Curiousity sparked in my guts, and I stood up, Paul's hand clutched in mine. "A present?" I wondered, to which he nodded. I looked to Paul, who smirked. "You know what is it?" I inquired in a whisper.

"Yup."

"Well?"

"Go outside and find out," confused, I turn to dad, who grabs my hand, pulling me out.

"What's that?" I questioned, looking at the black car.

"1969 Ford Mustang." Charlie said proudly.

"What?"

"428 Cobra Jet," he continued awkwardly.

"What?"

"Your new car, Ash." He sighed.

"What?!" I questioned once more, much more excited.

"Your new--"

"OH MY GOD DAD IT IS BEAUTIFUL I AM NAMING IT TROY!"

"PLEASE TELL ME YOU DIDN'T NAME IT AFTER TROY BOLTON!" Paul called from the house. I stayed silent for just a moment.

"NO?" I hesitated.

"ASHLEY!" he whined.

Charlie gave me a smile, not the kind of awkward are you happy with this? kind of smile, or the your boyfriend is a tool but you're an idiot so it works kind of thing. It was I'm happy you are as happy as you could be kind of smile, the smile that fathers give daughters.

It moved me, more than the fact he bought be me a car.

Though that was rather nice of him.

"Thanks dad," I choked a bit, hugging him as tight as I could.

"I love you Ashy," he spoke quietly, the confession known yet unspoken for such long periods.

Time sure is a strange thing.

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Celebrating my new car, Paul and I decided to go big; he was coming over to sleep at our house (again) and watch things that weren't High School Musical or Camp Rock.

I still had Starstruck, 16 Wishes, Suite Life on The Deck's movie and Radio Rebel-- and this was just taken out of my list of favorites. Poor, innocent Paul.

Though I later found out he wasn't that innocent. He's taken the remote, choosing himself anything that wasn't Disney related. He didn't allow me to connect my computer to the TV either, so I had to go with whatever.

He chose Botched.

I watched in awe as Doctor Nassef and Doctor Dubro felt around noses and boobs, looking at strange looking body parts.

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think I should get lips injection?" I tried making them seem bigger using my fingers.

"Nah," he spoke without giving me a second glance.

"Nose job?" I asked, raising the tip of my nose and looking at the hand-mirror that was laying next to my bed. 

"Nah," he replied once more. I sighed.

"Boob job?" I wondered, only half-serious.

"Na-" Paul choked, "well," he straightened, watching me. "I-- you don't need to, but it could be... You know, nice."

I kept my face straight. "Should I do something about my butt, too?" I questioned, and he considered it for a whole minute, making me have to fight my laughter.

"No, I think it's pretty cute." I had to stop a snort, "and I mean, your boobs are cute too, yeah? But if you want to... Who am I to say no?"

That's when I started laughing, unable to contain my laughter anymore.

"You're messing with me."

"Yup," I said, smiling widely, before pressing my lips to his. He cupped my cheek, before moving away.

"You've made fun of me," he pointed out. "You're not getting kisses."

"Paul," I batted my eyelashes at him, and he stood up. "Paul!" I whined, annoyed at him for leaving the bed. I hadn't turned on the AC because his presence was keeping me warm enough, but with him gone the cold would soon catch up.

"No kisses and no snuggles, until you make up to me."

That damn boy.

Not innocent at all.

I sighed, "pizza?"

"Burger."