Hey guys! I bring you my first ever fic written alone, as well as my first ever srs bsns fic.
I got the idea from listening to "No Sound But The Wind" by The Editors on repeat. Because I'm emo like that. The first paragraph is kind of a prologue, set at a completely different time than the rest of the chapter/story. Foreshadowing? You'll just have to wait and see.

I still don't own Twilight, and for that we are ALL probably very thankful.
I don't own the song "No Sound But The Wind", The Editors do. I'm just borrowing it because it is absolutely perfect for this story. No really, you should listen to it, if you already haven't. It makes me misty. *sniff sniff*
ANYWAY! Enough rambling, and I hope you guys enjoy...

NO SOUND BUT THE WIND: CHAPTER ONE.

We can never go home
We no longer have one
I'll help you carry the load
I'll carry you in my arms
The kiss of the snow
The crescent moon above us
Our blood is cold
And we're alone
But I'm alone with you

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It was cold that day. The wind nipped at our skin and threatened to ensnare us in its icy grip. It lashed at us menacingly, marking our cheeks with a telling cherry red. I could hear it howling at us, snarling with its wintery teeth; telling us to get inside, to safety, to warmth. But I didn't care. Inside, I was warm. I had Emmett. I didn't care how long we had been standing there, or how long I'd have to. All I knew is that I would, until I could hold on no longer.

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I met him at school. I'd seen him, once before, the previous summer. He was with a girl. They were laughing and kissing and play-wrestling with each other. I didn't even know who he was, or why it bothered me… But for some reason, I was devastated. I knew, from that fleeting moment, that I could love this man, had he given me the chance. But how could he? He didn't know who I was, just the same as I didn't know him. I felt silly, pining for some guy I'd only seen for a few minutes from feet away, but at the same time, I couldn't let it go. Even the fact he was with a girl didn't stop me. I knew there was little to no chance that he could be gay, yet I pined away. Maybe I was naïve, I don't know. What I did know, is that this person meant something to me, and I had no clue why. I went home and wrote about it in my journal that night. Eventually months passed, and I forgot entirely about the non-encounter. Until that day.

He strolled into that classroom and I was immediately taken aback. I knew instantly that this was the same guy I saw that summer. Except here he was, right in front of me, and now I could see just how good looking he really was. Tall, dark hair. Muscles even a professional weight-lifter would be jealous of. Big, wide smile all aglow with bright white teeth, and the cutest little dimples on either side. He had the kindest eyes I'd ever seen and I swore I was going to melt into my seat if I continued looking. I kept looking, though, and I don't think I had a choice in the matter. I was mesmerized. And then it happened. His gaze fell upon mine, and he flashed that huge, gorgeous grin, and he winked. He fucking winked! I was in heaven. Sitting in the worst class ever invented, and I was in heaven. Social Studies Freaking Heaven. Who knew?

I tried to hold back my grin as much as I could. I was ecstatic, I won't lie. But I tried to discourage myself by thinking that maybe he was just a friendly guy. Maybe he winked at everyone. I thought that there was absolutely no way that this guy would wander into my life just like magic and everything would work out just like so.

But I was wrong.

After class I packed up all my books and waited for the class to filter out before I bothered. I'd been trampled over a couple times, especially at a time like this: the end of the school day on a Friday. Everyone trying to get somewhere, whether it's home to do homework, to a boyfriend or girlfriend's house, or to some random party I was never invited to. Since I came out, I lost a lot of my so-called "friends". The only ones who stuck around were Angela and Jacob. Truthfully, the only one I really had was Angela. Jacob went to school on the rez. We'd been friends since second grade, so he really wasn't shocked to hear my revelation. Angela was one of those really nice girls that accepts everyone, no matter their differences. She had friends from all ends of the spectrum: Bookworms, like herself; popular kids, gothic kids, stoner kids. I guess I fit in to the "gay kids" scheme of things. I exited the classroom, books in tow, and was startled to see the as-yet-unnamed crush waiting around the corner. I smiled shyly, and ducked my head back down to hide my embarrassment/shyness and tried to keep going, but I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jerked up, surprised, and stared up at him with wide eyes. There was no way in hell this was actually happening. And then I thought the worst: He must have found out I'm a fag and probably wants to beat me up. It was silly of me to think this massive beast of a man wouldn't want to give me a massive swirly. The guy was built like a brick shithouse! Nothing better than to be beat up by the guy you fantasized about all summer. Nope, it just doesn't get any better than that.

"Hi. I'm Emmett." was all he said, and raised his hand. I winced, but quickly realized he was simply holding it up for a high-five. I reciprocated the gesture, and he laughed at my being "jumpy". Could you blame me? I'm not exactly a tiny person but I'm mincemeat compared to this guy. "Wanna go for a smoke?" he questioned, and I nodded, even though I'm not a smoker. I figured, what the hell. If he is going to beat me up, then I've learnt my lesson and will vow to never be so stupid again. And by some miraculous happening if he just wants to hang out, then that's even better. I hoped and prayed with all of my being that it would be the latter.

So far, it was. He also wasn't smoking a cigarette either, like I thought. Turns out I was all sorts of wrong today. I rather liked it. I'd never smoked much weed before, maybe a couple times just sitting around with Jacob on the beach, chugging beers I stole from my dad. But I figured I definitely needed some today, to help get my nerves back on track. Boy, was that a bad idea. I'd never handled my weed very well. It totally slipped my mind, because I was always with Jacob, and he didn't care or even notice how ripped I was. Except for one time I was high as all hell, standing in the middle of the beach, but I thought I was leaning against a tree. He'll never let me live that one down now. But this time I was with Emmett, the guy I'd dreamed about all summer yet never met until just now. What a first impression. I was giggling like an insane asylum escapee who just inhaled too much helium. That thought alone spurred another long chain of giggles. I'm sure Emmett was starting to question whether I was in fact a boy, or rather a bubbly blushing teenaged girl who just received her first kiss and is now gushing to all her friends about it. I decided I didn't need to know the answer and just took another hoot anyway.

It appeared to work out for the better, as he miraculously asked me if I wanted to go out for coffee sometime. I just gawked at him with a puzzled expression on my face, which I'm sure to him looked like I was mentally challenged or something. Then he said, "What? Can't a guy grab a coffee with a friend?" and he flashed me that deadly smile and winked again. And reminded me I still hadn't spoken a word in over a half hour, nor had I even introduced myself. I fell what must have been a shade of the brightest red one's cheeks could probably be. I was so embarrassed. Mortified, actually. I couldn't believe the day had gone so wrong yet still manage to turn out like this. Then I realized he was still waiting for my answer, and I turned an impossible twenty shades redder. He laughed at me again. Thanks for boosting my self esteem, bucko. I finally responded with a very bleak "Sorry. I'm J-Jasper. And yeah, that'd be cool." And smiled up into those big gorgeous eyes of his. I think I drowned in them. He laughed at me once again, a deep guffaw, making me feel like an infinitesimal speck, and slapped me on the back. He got me to write my number on a piece of paper, and handed me his. "See ya tomorrow sometime, buddy!" he said, waving, as he started heading home.

Yeah. Yeah I will.

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So. Wasn't too bad, was it?
Sorry it was so short. I swear it looked a mile longer on word. I promise the next one will be longer. At least if you liked it. If not, then I'm probably going to go hide in a corner of my room and cry for days. Or just go all OCTOBER NOVEMBER DECEMBER JANUARY a la our favorite vamp enthusiast Bella. So please review and gimme the verdict!