FOREVER AND ALWAYS ━━━━ jasper hale.

5- Very Cool, Alice

"There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends who become family."

-Unknown

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I don't exactly know what I was expecting of Esme and Carlisle... but this was not it.

First of all, they were so young! Carlisle didn't look a day over 23, but I knew that he was because of how successful he is as a doctor. And that he adopted five teenagers.

"Carlisle, Esme, this is Courtney Swan." Alice introduced, and I shyly waved. Meeting new people is my weakness. I get all blushy and shy. It's probably safest to stay with Alice and pray for this to go well.

"Courtney! Dear we have heard so much about you!" Esme exclaimed, rushing over and engulfing me in a bone-crushing hug. I faltered, not expecting this greeting, but hugged back nevertheless. Esme pulled back, her brown hair framing her pale face.

"It's nice to meet you, Courtney." Carlisle extended his hand, which I shook firmly. His skin was also very cold, it was comforting though. "It's nice to meet you too, Dr. Cullen."

"Please call me Carlisle."

"Hi guys!" Emmett's booming voice echoed around the house as the rest of the Cullen's, Minus Edward, entered the large house. Emmett bounded up behind me like a golden retriever, and ruffled my hair. I swatted his hand away. "Leave me be."

Emmett stuck out his tongue. "No."

I rolled my eyes at the immature man, and discreetly took a step in the other direction that Rosalie and Jasper had gathered. Carlisle laughed. "Stop tormenting the poor girl, Emmett." He teased, and Emmett pouted, before grabbing Rosalie's hand and bounding up the stairs.

Leaving me alone with Alice, Jasper, and the young parents.

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Jasper's POV

I hate this.

I hate everything about it.

I hate how drawn I am to her.

I hate how much my family likes her.

I hate how much I want to sweep her up in my arms and kiss her.

I hate that I can't risk getting close to her.

I hate her soft, shiny brown hair, I hate her chocolate - colored eyes. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it!

And of course, by hate, I mean love.

I love everything about her. There is one thing I hate though, I hate that her smell doesn't cause me pain like it did at first. I hate that when she walks past me, and her hair blows in the breeze, I am intoxicated by her scent, she smells like the grass after it rains on a spring day. Like grass for one, and the mix of wildflowers. It doesn't make me thirsty, it just makes me want to hold her close to me. And I hate that I can't be what I want to be with her.

"Jazz." Carlisle waved his hand in front of my face. "Are you okay?" He asked, furrowing his brow. "You look... odd."

I cleared my throat, although I didn't need too. "I-um."

Esme's face turned sympathetic. Sympathy, one of the emotions I hate more then anything. "Honey, are you okay?"

I took a deep breath, another thing that I didn't need to do, and managed to nod my head. "Yeah... Yeah I am fine."