The Only Exception

Chapter Five - All You Need Is Love

Jasper's P.O.V.

I can't believe Jackson said all those things to me. I can't believe that I believed that we could work out in a relationship. But only if it was in my dreams. I don't know what it is about him but he makes me feel safe, complete, happy. I was scared by that and stupidly ran away, just leaving him standing there in the dark.

"Shit," I curse, "what have I done? Oh dear God, please help me!"

I unlocked the hotel room door and slammed it shut. One half of me was hoping that he had followed me and the other is wishing that he hasn't. I made such a fool of myself back there.

I walked over to the bed and sat down, mentally preparing what I was going to say when Jackson returned.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. I got up and unlocked it, swinging the door wide open.

In walked Jackson, looking like a depressed little puppy with its toys taken away.

"Jackson, I am so sorry for running away like that. You just surprised me with all of that. Actually you've surprised me in so many ways. Like I have felt so comfortable with someone I only met four/five hours ago, but yet I sat in that park telling you my sob story." I rambled on, " I've never felt like this with anyone before. I get tingles every time we touch. I don't know if you get it to but I kinda like it. I feel like you are one of the only people that truly interested in me as a person and -"

I was cut off by his lips crashing onto mine. Fireworks exploded immediately, sending jitters and butterflys to my stomach. For a moment I was too shocked to respond, but then I began to move my lips in time with his.

Jackson's P. O. V.

She was kissing me back! Success! I was worried that she was going to slap me and run off again.

I decided to pull away before things got heated between us.

"Wow." She managed to breathe out, however I was still breathless.

"Will you, Miss Jasper..." I waited for her to fill in the gap.

"Clarke." She replied, still out of breathe.

"Will you Miss Jasper Clarke like to accompany me for dinner tonight?" I asked, bending my arm and holding it out to her.

"Yes, I would love to." She replied linking arms with me, as we began to skip out of the hotel room. We are such a weird pair of individuals.

I took Jasper to Mo's Diner. A little diner that is modelled to be like one from the 1950's, with the old booths and waitresses in checked pink dresses.

We sat down at a booth right in the corner, out of the way.

"Wow, this place is amazing." Said Jasper, looking around the restaurant in awe.

"Hey, guys." I looked up to see a small waitress at our table. She had blonde curly hair that twisted into a bun at the back of her head and soft brown eyes to go with it.

"Can I get you any drinks to start off with?" She asked.

I looked at Jasper, silently telling her to go first.

"Urrh, can I have one of your vanilla milkshakes please." Ooo that sounds good.

The waitress then looked to me.

"Make that two please." I said, smiling at Jasper.

A few minutes later the waitress, whose name was Jolie, returned our milkshakes and set them down on the table before us.

"Are you guys ready to order food now?"

"Yes, please." Said Jasper, "ummm I'll have the cheese and bacon chicken burger please."

"And can I have the pepperoni pizza please?" I asked.

"Sure, coming right up!"

===================After diner=====================

"Thanks for that Jackson. I had a great time."

"It was my pleasure." I twisted my head round to look at Jasper.

"Being with you is the most fun I have had in ages. Well, with someone my own age anyway." She said, linking her arm through mine.

"Same here, but I have a question," she motioned for me to continue, "what was the thing that you really wanted to do when you were like 16, but never got round to doing?"

She answered straight away.

"Well, come on then. Off we go!" I said, following her to the next part of our adventure together.

Jasper's P. O. V.

About 20 minutes later, after getting lost twice, Jackson and I found our way to the outsides of a small tattoo shop.

As soon as we walk in, I find myself already backing out. Come on Jasper pull yourself together! You can do this!

Jackson sees my worry when he turns to ask me what I would like.

"Are you ok? You don't have to do this if you don't want to." He tells my, sincerity dripping from every word.

"Naah, I think I'm good. I was just deciding."

I wanted to go with something sophisticated and cute but also look cool. Obviously I wanted it to mean someone, or represent someone.

Its hard thinking of what you want permanently etched into your skin, but I think I've got it. I want three tiny tattoos. One to remember this amazing weekend. Two for the most precious things in the world to me.

I told the lady what I wanted and she began to draw it out for me.

After I gave her the all clear, we were all ready to start.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed. I was not expecting that. I mean, she gave me no warning as to when she was starting.

The pain became bearable after a while, and what made it better was that Jackson held my hand all the way through it. I feel kinda bad for him. I probably squeezed his had so tight that he broke a finger.

Two tattoos down. One to go.

I was ready for my final round of torture and pain, when Jackson decided that he was going to get one too. That left me Jacksonless and still in pain. He said that I wasn't allowed to see what he was having done. It's a surprise, he said. I hate surprises.

One all my tattoos were finished, I thanked the lady and waited in the reception area for Jackson to finish.

"You know, that's gonna hurt like a b***h tomorrow." Said the man who served Jackson.

He just shrugged and made his was over to me after thanking the tattoo artists.

"Happy?" He said, as we walked put of the door hand in hand.

"Yep. Extremely. But just be careful when you hold my hand because you're really close to touching my tattoo." I told him.

I had one tattoo on each thumb. A small cartoon dragon on the left. It was green with tiny red horns and is breathing out fire. On my right thumb, I got a small fairy, wearing a turquoise dress and blonde hair.

My last tattoo was the smallest and it was a flock of about twelve birds travelling up from the knuckle of my right pinky finger until my wrist bone. That represented this trip. The flying birds symbolised the flight leaving. Us leaving. Me leaving, but because it will be on my skin forever, we will never part. I will look at it and think, 'oh yeah, I remember that day when I got stuck with a jackass.'

I'm joking! This is the best trip I could have hoped for! So far.