Caresses (Jasper Hale love story)

Wish I Knew You

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The day that I have been both fearing and anticipating for years has finally arrived. I expected to feel different, to feel older even. But if anything, I felt the same as I did the day before.

Opening my eyes, I did not even register the day it was until I looked over to the time that read on the cellphone the date. Sitting there in bed, I roll over and hold up my phone. Turning on the screen, I see text messages waiting in the inbox for me to see. Many from my friends, all of them wishing me a happy birthday.

Smiling at Connor's, I decide to get up and face the day. Stopping at my mirror, I stare at the reflection looking back. Searching for signs that I've changed. That there should now be a wisdom that comes with age, showing in my hazel eyes. Once again, nothing was different. At least physically. Yet, I feel something in the air around me. It felt charged, making the fine hairs on my arm raise.

Sighing, I stared into the mirror as I run my finger tips through my scalp. Worrying about how the day will go. Last time I felt this type of charge, the strangeness in the air was the day the lights appeared. It worried me. How will this day go? Will the running away and ignoring the strangeness that has been the last few months catch up to me? I've accepted that my whatever-he-is is a vampire. That his whole family was, and that Jacob kid was a wolf or something. So why shouldn't I be apart of the weirdness?

The thing is, I never wanted my life to get like this. If anything, I wanted to get away from this town. To get away from this small town and figure out who I am. What I can capable of. But if anything that these last few months have taught me, this town is just finding more ways to trap me. How can I live a life outside this town if I have to live with the constant fear of the lights appearing? How can I live a different life when the guy I'm pretty sure I have feelings so strong for is anything but normal? How was I ever going to get away?

Contemplating my whole life, I sit staring at my reflection. Looking for the answers that I always figured would come with age. That once I hit the magical number that is 18, I would finally be able to supply myself with answers. But, if this morning has shown me anything, was that the questions are  building up more than the answers I seek.

"Eleanor? Are you awake?" I can hear my mother's voice from the kitchen. Probably making my traditional birthday breakfast.

"Yeah! I'll be there in a moment!" I reply, turning to the shower. I turn it the hottest temperature I can stand. Letting the warmth run over my skin. Burying the questions filtering through my mind. It was my birthday, I should just enjoy the day.

...

"Happy birthday sweetie!" Mom rushes to me and crushes me into her arms. Hugging tightly. I hear a sniffle as she pulls away. Staring into my eyes, she tucks a still wet lock of hair back.

"Will you stop growing up?" She sniffles again as she rubs away a tear with her other hand.

Laughing, I hand her a tissue as I sit at the table.

"Mom, stop being so dramatic. Let's enjoy this lovely meal you've made me." I try to stop the hysterics. Every year, mon gets emotional on my birthday and this one seems to be especially hitting her.

"Of course." Taking the other chair, we dive into breakfast. Eating our fill as laughter fills the kitchen as we reminisce over my childhood.

When we finished, mom made me stay in my seat as she puts the dishes and pans in the dishwasher. She hums as she works while I scrawl through my phone. Answering texts and thanking those wishing me a happy birthday. A new text has a smile stretching across my lips as I read what the sender texted me.

Jasper:

Happy birthday. When can I deliver your present?

Me:

I thought we discussed this! I'm happy with just a happy birthday.

Jasper:

You know, I chose to ignore that part of the conversation. I have the problem called selective hearing. Hence the question; when can I deliver your present?

Me:

Selective hearing? Shouldn't that tendency been something you've grown out of by now? Considering your age?

Jasper:

Are you insinuating I'm old?

Me:

Ancient. And I'm not sure if I'll have time today. My mom has the day all planned out, but maybe after dinner?

Jasper:

Now that's just rude. And I understand, I'll swing by around 9. If that doesn't work, then just text me.

Me:

Sounds good.

And I still like you even if you're ancient.

Smiling goofily, I sit down my phone. My mom takes a seat in front of me. Smiling at me, her eyes glance over my features for a moment. Before she let's out a deep sigh.

"El, I need you to get dressed. We're going for a hike."

My eyes widen at that, "we're going on a hike?" My birthdays normally consists of us sitting in the living room the whole day with a bowl of popcorn. Watching as many romcoms as possible. Then we spend some time at the family plaque so I can talk to my father. My birthday has always served as a day spent with family and a day to remember them.

"There's something I want to show you. There are some things I can't explain to you till we get there. So go on, get dressed. We'll leave in 10 minutes." She shoos me away with a strained smile. My heart is beating a mile a minute. Thoughts flood my mind once again.

If she knows about the strange golden lights, then what will she show me that will explain it?

Thoughts?

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