Ashes [Jasper Hale] [2]

25 ; bridge over troubled water

so apparently I was diagnosed with Dysthymia so it's ok i wanna kill myself, cuz it's my brain's problem. yo brain you suck lol

yea no bye

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Jasper locked me in my room.

Well, locked wasn't the right term: He made me fall asleep and then did something to Troy's engine so I'd have no chance of chasing after them.

I awoke just a bit after he left and when I checked in on Bella, I realized Edward has taken her with him for the small gathering of the wolves and the Cullens. I scowled, walking into dad's room.

I sunk into his bed, curling to him. He was fully clothed and fast-asleep, and I sighed as I watched the creases around his eyes, the mustache that has begun to gray. I smiled softly at the scent of his room, like his after-shave. Clean and sharp, like he was always.

His eyes fluttered open, and he stared at me sleepily for a moment, before pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Sweetheart, you grew up so wonderful."

"I love you," I whispered as I curled closer to him.

"Of course you do, I'm the greatest father in the world."

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A few hours later, I found myself pressed between Joseph and Tyler in a diner, Mike taking the other bench all by himself.

Mike was humming a song about how he was the undisputed king of the whole galaxy and reeked of beer, Tyler was throwing pieces of pickles at him, and Joesph balanced a spoon on his nose.

I stared at my friends in shock.

"You all are a bunch of weirdos," I told them.

Tyler flicked my ear, before starting to throw olives at Mike, who was smiling at some brunette on the other side of the diner. She smiled bashfully back at him.

"I asked Leah out."

Mike's head snapped to Joseph, Tyler dropped an olive he's just picked up to the empty plate in front of him, and I gaped.

Joseph looked awkwardly at us before we scrambled up to all press together on the opposite bench so we could look right at him.

"When?"

"Where are you going?"

"How did you ask her out?"

"Is she hot?"

"Are you gonna be a dork about it?"

"Do you have enough condoms?"

"Um, not too long ago, we're gonna drive to Port Angeles and eat up and then see a movie, I drove up to the rez and asked her awkwardly, I think she is hot and you're the only dork around here, Ashley."

"You didn't answer my question," Mike noted.

Joseph picked up an olive and aimed straight at Mike, "because it's not your business."

"Well, it is. If you haven't got enough, who you gonna call?"

"Not you. Never you."

Mike shrugged, and the waitress just then came with our burgers and fries.

He smiled at her charmingly, and his blue eyes looked her over. Mike grew up quite a bit in the year and a few months since we've met. His cheeks lost all childish chubbiness, and he inherited his father's facial hair growth, so he was already supporting a respectful beard, that was just as bright as his honey-colored hair.