AN: I decided to try my hand at some Jasper/Bella fun, I hope you enjoy reading it for I know I'll enjoy writing it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, nor any of the characters. Although RL might be more fun with a certain Southern Major around. =]

"Bella?" I heard the familiar, melodic voice float up to me where I laid on my bed, I had intended to take a nap but my brain had been unable to shut off.

"Come on up Edward." I said aloud, sighing and pushing myself into a sitting position, crossing my legs in front of me, my fingers automatically beginning to fiddle with the deep purple threads of my comforter. A soft, musical laugh came from the doorway.

"You'll wear holes in that thing if you keep doing that." Edward added before coming full into the room and taking his usual seat in the rocking chair opposite my bed. I noticed his movements in my peripheral vision but didn't look up from my hands.

"No I won't." I said, a hint of sadness colouring my voice.

"What's wrong?" Was all the bronze haired boy asked me, and I could feel his concerned gaze hitting the top of my head. I took a deep breath before I spoke.

"It's nothing really. I just miss him."

"Who?" Gentle prompting, that was always Edwards way, he wanted to know what I was thinking but never pushed too hard, for which I was grateful.

"Charlie. And Jasper."

"Jasper will be home in an hour."

"I know. But Charlie won't."

"No, he won't." Edward side, moving from his seat to sit beside me on my bed as my fingers continued tormenting the purple fabric under them. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yeah. I know it's what I want, it's just harder than I thought it would be."

"Alright. Emmett and Alice will take this last load and you and I will start on this room, okay?"

"Okay." I needed a distraction, today had been difficult enough. This would help. I rose off the bed and Edward followed, only leaving the room for a moment before returning with an armful of boxes.

"So, where do you want to start?"

"You can do my books, I'll sort out my desk." I decided taking one of the boxes from his arms as he nodded and knelt down in front of my plain pine desk, pushing the chair out the way so I could start with the drawers. Edward settled into his task as well. The silence which fell between us was comfortable, easy. It had taken us a long time to get to this point.

I pulled open the bottom drawer and stared at the mess of contents inside it. I smirked and started pulling the items out one by one. As I pulled out a box of photographs I couldn't help but stop and open it. There were many from my life in Phoenix, friends whose names had faded from my memories, none of my friends had lasted that long, in truth I'd always pushed them away, knowing I didn't really fit in. There were photos of my mom, she was smiling, happy, the very essence of life; it made me choke up a little to remember. Then there were moments I'd shared with Charlie, he looked gruff, annoyed by the cameras presence, but there was something in his eyes, the way he looked passed the lens to me, his love for me was there, shining, forever caught on film. A few silent tears escaped my eyes as I moved to the next group of photos. These were of the Cullens, group tableaus and individual ones I'd managed to catch, none of them were truly candid, it was tricky to not alert a group of vampires to your presence after all, but they hadn't posed for me which I appreciated. Next came snapshots of me and Edward, I'd been eighteen when most of them were taken, we looked happy. One in particular though made me stop.

"Edward." I called out and in an instant he was beside me. "Remember this?"

"Of course. It was a wonderful day." He smiled softly. The photo had been taken one day when we'd been on a family picnic with the rest of the Cullens, someone had managed to get a picture of the two of us laughing, I was in profile, looking at something straight ahead while Edward was looking at me, his eyes focused on me shimmering with emotion, love, affection, protectiveness, it was all there.

"It wasn't enough." He whispered after a moment, as if he actually could read my thoughts.

"It's always been more than enough, I just wasn't what you needed. It's alright though, things worked out didn't they?" I smiled softly, turning my face to look at him. He nodded.

"They did. I still love you."

"I love you too. Brother." He chuckled, nodding in understanding before moving back to my bookcase. I moved to the next section of photos. These were the most recent, and were predominantly of Jasper and myself. I was older now, four years older. I'd grown up, matured, not just emotionally but physically too, I wasn't the naive little girl anymore. I knew what I wanted, I was happy within myself, independent, in love with the blonde god beside me in the images. One of the pictures caught my eye, it was of me, only a month ago, I was sat in the Cullens living room with Jasper, he was completely relaxed, slouching a little, his arm slung across the back of the couch while I was sat on the edge, straighter, laughter colouring my face as my arms were raised, obviously gesticulating. Our gazes were focused on one another, both smiling, happy, content to be together. Jaspers eyes were burning with love, lust, passion and laughter as he watched me, and everything about me screamed of my feelings for him. I knew without a doubt who had taken it. Alice. I was glad she had, it was a wonderful moment, I'd have to thank her later.

"She says she knew you'd like it." Edward laughed from behind me. I just smiled softly, closing the box and putting it into the packing box with the other things. Once I got going it only took forty minutes of me to pack up my desk to my standards. Everything had its place, had to be in the right section to make unpacking easier. Once I sealed the box I shifted in my spot slightly and sighed.

"Back aching Sugar?" I would recognise that delicious southern drawl anywhere as I spun my head to look at the doorway, sure enough there he stood in all of his vampiric glory. Golden eyes shining, blonde waves falling into his face slightly, muscular arms folded across his chest which was covered by a...

"No way, you are not coming in here wearing their t-shirt!" I laughed, standing up and walking over to him, keeping a fracture of space between our bodies. "Never! Get out! Go change, and burn that shirt!" I placed my hand on the shoulder that wasn't against the wall and applied a little pressure, he of course humoured me by taking a slight step back as if I had actually been able to move him. He pouted at me, to which I rolled my eyes. "Not gonna work Whitlock." I sing songed, turning my back on him to head back into my room but he caught me around the waist and pulled me back against his solid chest. "Ew! It's touching me!" I shouted, squirming in his grasp making him chuckle.

"Don't I even get a kiss before you send me away Sugar?" He whispered against my neck, my squirming stopped and I sighed, turning my head to look at him with an arched eyebrow.

"Fine." I said, as if kissing him was the biggest hardship in the world. "But stop feeding me joy, alright?"

"Is it wrong of me to want you to be happy?" He asked seriously.

"No, but I need to feel this stuff, I'm saying goodbye and I want to feel it."

"Anything for you Darlin'." He purred slightly and I felt the wave of happiness that had flowed through the room die down, leaving me with residual joy at his presence, but also the sadness goodbyes like this always cause.

"Thank you." I whispered before turning in his grasp to kiss his lips gently. I didn't linger long, knowing how little it took for us to get distracted and carried away. "Now go change. And I was serious about burning that thing!" I smirked at him as he released me and I stepped away.

"The things I do for you Isabella." He sighed but left my doorway anyway.

"I don't understand why you hate 'The Bloodhound Gang' so much." Edward said as he moved yet another full box to the growing pile in the middle of my room.

"You didn't listen to Emmett's rendition of 'Bad Touch', I still have nightmares about it, I don't need any reminders." I shuddered, fighting back the memories of that night.

"I feel lucky." He snickered. I nodded and slumped onto my bed, the bookcase was empty, as were all my walls, Edward having stowed those possessions away. My desk was bare, except for the ancient computer on it which I didn't need any more, my new laptop was sat in its box in the Volvo, just waiting to be set up. The only things left to pack were the things off my bedside table and my stuff from the bathroom, Alice having already sorted through my clothes and thrown most of them away, insisting I start 'dressing like a Cullen'.

"You finish up in here alright, I'll go sort out the bathroom." Edward smiled, picking up a small box and packing materials as I grabbed an oversized tote bag and making my way through to the bathroom. I gathered my shampoo and conditioner along with my toothbrush and toothpaste; I emptied all of my other essentials form the cupboard and put them all in the bag as well. As I finished I spied Charlie's aftershave on the shelf and smiled sadly. I picked it up and opened it, taking a deep breath of the smell before closing it and sliding it into the bag alongside my other belongings. I closed the door behind me as I left the bathroom and returned to my room, it was now completely empty, all the boxes were gone and my bed had been stripped. I sighed, closing the door and walking away from it, down the stairs. I made sure all of the doors were closed after checking each room one last time as I said my goodbyes to the house, and the life I had lived here. But more importantly I said goodbye to my father, a year he'd been gone.

A year I had grieved, finding moments of happiness but always feeling his loss. Now I had to move on, remember him in my heart, but live my life the only way I could. One week from today, I would die. And my new life would begin.