OK I'm very unsure about this story but I thought I would try.
As I sat in the diner I flashed a smile at all the waitresses. A few of them were staring very rudely. Of course I could hardly blame them. dag after dag I came in and sat. I never ate anything, but I would leave a tip every time. I sat door the bar, waiting for Jasper. Again. How long could it possibly take him? He was a vampire; shouldn't he be faster than this? I wanted to look for him, but I usually tried not to see the future while I was in public. I would look like I was in a trance and often scare everyone. I told myself that if he wasn't here in three hours I would take a quick look. The waitresses already thought I was weird.
What did other vampires do to entertain themselves? I usually people watched, but today I was too restless. I had always been able to relax before. Then he walked in. My first vision. My only recurring vision. My Jasp... no, not my Jasper. But it was Jasper and maybe someday he would be mine. He was handsome, but he carried the same defeated look he always had. I skipped over to him. He spun around quickly, and then froze. "You've kept me waiting a long time" I informed him. He ducked his head "I'm sorry ma'am". His voice was confused but sincere. He looked like a small child. I had never seen him look that way. He always looked like a soldier. Now he looked so innocent, yet so devastated. Impulsively, I reached to hold his hand and he grasped mine. His touch was gentler than I would have thought possible.
I led him over to a booth, hoping he would talk with me. I risked a quick look... yes; we would be talking contentedly five minuten from now. Much as I'd hated waiting for him, the timing was pretty perfect. He was hurting and desperate for something better than he had now. He would listen to my explanation, no matter how crazy I sounded, because he had nothing to lose. I would explain with minimal hesitation because I was tired of waiting and of being alone. He let me sit first. "Always the gentleman" I smiled, then realized that he didn't know I'd been watching him. He looked confused, but not upset.
It was only fair that I start the conversation. "I'm Alice" I offered. I was a little wary, but mostly optimistic. "And you're Jasper. Do u have a last name?" It had been bugging me. Peter and charlotte were on a first name basis. Not very helpful. "Whitlock, ma'am" he told me. He was back to looking like a soldier. "Whitlock." I repeated. It was a nice name. He was looking at me expectantly. Then I realized he was wondering about my last name. "I don't know my last name" I informed him. "Let's go somewhere we can talk" I suggested. He nodded and followed me out.
As I sat in the diner I flashed a smile at all the waitresses. A few of them were staring very rudely. Of course I could hardly blame them. dag after dag I came in and sat. I never ate anything, but I would leave a tip every time. I sat door the bar, waiting for Jasper. Again. How long could it possibly take him? He was a vampire; shouldn't he be faster than this? I wanted to look for him, but I usually tried not to see the future while I was in public. I would look like I was in a trance and often scare everyone. I told myself that if he wasn't here in three hours I would take a quick look. The waitresses already thought I was weird.
What did other vampires do to entertain themselves? I usually people watched, but today I was too restless. I had always been able to relax before. Then he walked in. My first vision. My only recurring vision. My Jasp... no, not my Jasper. But it was Jasper and maybe someday he would be mine. He was handsome, but he carried the same defeated look he always had. I skipped over to him. He spun around quickly, and then froze. "You've kept me waiting a long time" I informed him. He ducked his head "I'm sorry ma'am". His voice was confused but sincere. He looked like a small child. I had never seen him look that way. He always looked like a soldier. Now he looked so innocent, yet so devastated. Impulsively, I reached to hold his hand and he grasped mine. His touch was gentler than I would have thought possible.
I led him over to a booth, hoping he would talk with me. I risked a quick look... yes; we would be talking contentedly five minuten from now. Much as I'd hated waiting for him, the timing was pretty perfect. He was hurting and desperate for something better than he had now. He would listen to my explanation, no matter how crazy I sounded, because he had nothing to lose. I would explain with minimal hesitation because I was tired of waiting and of being alone. He let me sit first. "Always the gentleman" I smiled, then realized that he didn't know I'd been watching him. He looked confused, but not upset.
It was only fair that I start the conversation. "I'm Alice" I offered. I was a little wary, but mostly optimistic. "And you're Jasper. Do u have a last name?" It had been bugging me. Peter and charlotte were on a first name basis. Not very helpful. "Whitlock, ma'am" he told me. He was back to looking like a soldier. "Whitlock." I repeated. It was a nice name. He was looking at me expectantly. Then I realized he was wondering about my last name. "I don't know my last name" I informed him. "Let's go somewhere we can talk" I suggested. He nodded and followed me out.
this is my opinion just to let u know so I am going to speak out loud and tell u what I think about Renesme and Jacob,i mean seriously Jacob marked Renesme as a baby so he can marry her I mean really he only did that cause he fell in love with Bella and she married Edward so since he noticed Renesme was exactly like bella he fell in love with her as a baby and that's why he marked her and that's why he married her that's what I think I watched the ending and all that with Jacob and Renesme and Belle and Edward on thye strand with Renesme holding Jacobs hand cause they just married that was crazy that he married her anyways, that's my opinion thx for reading!!!!!!!
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