Protector

Shopping and Discussions

Chapter 12

Jasper P.O.V

Carlisle had pretended he had not Rosalie and I before, just as I had hoped. During breakfast I could feel his gaze upon me a few times and when I did catch his eye, I quickly averted my gaze. After breakfast Alice dragged me back upstairs to her bedroom, not giving me a chance to speak to Rosalie alone. I was a little bit worried about her, we had only exchanged a few comments across the table but I felt like she wanted to tell me something,

"Jasper, get dressed. I want to go to Port Angeles today, you owe Rosalie and I one shopping trip! She giggled, grabbing clothes out of her wardrobe and running into her en-suite bathroom. I smiled at her enthusiasm and raked through my bag for clothes. I threw on jeans and t-shirt and sat on Alice's bed, waiting patiently. It was only then that I really got to look around the room. Three of the walls were painted an off-white color, the other wallpapered with deep purple glittery paper. Her huge gold, wrought-iron bed was the main focus of the bedroom. A plasma screen television was mounted on the wall and a few tasteful furniture pieces were placed around. I got up from the bed to inspect the shelves near the window. Pictures in beautiful frames were randomly placed, pictures of the whole Cullen clan, of a younger looking Alice with two strangers, a picture of Alice with a uncomfortable looking Bella and an empty photo frame. I was so engrossed looking at the pictures I must not have heard Alice leave the bathroom,

"I need to get a picture of you for that frame." Alice said from behind me, I jumped and turned around to see her with a mischievous grin spread on her face,

"Okay, what pose would you like Miss Cullen?" I asked her innocently, stretching into odd positions and making pouting faces. This earned another of her wind-chime like laughs. It filled my whole body with glee and I laughed along with her. Soprano and bass. I snaked my arms around her tiny waste, picked her up and twirled her around. She was changed now, into a beautiful purple dress and leggings. She, as always, looked amazing. Her beauty ceased to amaze me. I put her down and turned back to the pictures,

"Who are they?" I asked pointing to the picture of Alice with the two strangers,

"Oh, that is my biological parents." I felt a bit awkward, hoping I didn't upset her by asking. I turned around to look at her, she didn't seem bother,

"Don't panic Jazz, I don't mind talking about them. Besides its not like I can remember them to miss them," I nodded,

"What were their names?" I felt slightly nosey asking her, but she replied,

"Theodore and Zoya Brandon," she smiled slightly, looking at the picture,

"You look very much like your mother," I told her, and it was true. Zoya Brandon had the exact same shade of hair as Alice, she too was small and petite, pale,

"Yes, everyone says that. I can see it too," she looked at me lovingly, "Except my eyes. You can't really tell, this picture isn't very good, but I have my father's eyes. It's strange, don't you think? An odd color." I looked into those amazing, violet eyes that were almost fluorescent,

"Yes, it is odd. Unique, just like you. They suit you perfectly." I raised my hand up to cup her cheek, keeping eye contact. I inclined my head towards her, Alice getting up on her tip-toes, and was about to close the distance between us when,

"Alice! Jasper! Get your butt's down here!" It was Emmett. I cursed inwardly. Alice and I pulled apart and she gave me a knowing smile,

"Don't worry cowboy, you've got loads of kisses to look forward to." She reached up and pecked my lips quickly before grabbing her purse from the end of the bed, taking my hand and running out of the bedroom. When we got to the bottom of the stairs to bed greeted by a smiling Rosalie, a sight that filled me with joy, and a smirking Emmett,