“Food?” I asked, walking up to Jasper the next morning.
“Last time I checked my name was Jasper.”
“Do you have food?”
“I always do.”
“Gimme.”
“Why?”
“I can't cook, you can, gimme.”
Jasper sighed, but he was smiling a little. He handed me a Tupperware container. He always gave me food, usually before I could ask. He knew how bad my cooking was, I can't even make Kraft Mac and cheese right most of the time.
“You're going to have to cook for yourself one day you know,” Jasper pointed out.
“No, I'll make you live with me so you can cook for me.”
“Do I get a choice on this?”
“Nope.”
I made Jasper give me a ride this morning, not that he really argued when I asked him for one… Jasper's only condition for riding in the car with me is no emo music unless he approves of the song. Panic! at the disco is okay. He likes them, unless I decide to play I Write Sins Not tragedies, then we have a problem. Jasper drove a truck so he could take his work stuff with him, he worked as a gardener for other people part time. Jasper really likes gardening for some reason, his claim to fame are his rose bushes. He often brought me a stem of one of my favorites when he knew I was sad or having a bad day, or just if he wanted to surprise me.
“What are you thinking about?” Jasper asked.
“Sex.”
“What kind?”
“All the kinds. Simultaneously.”
“I wish I could do that.”
“Girls go to college to get more knowledge…”
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Please Don't Go
Teen FictionJasper and Em (Emmalyn) have always been incredibly close, ever since they were little. But they day Jasper is killed in a fight right before Em's eyes changes everything. This story is the first in a series leading up to the event of Jasper's death.
