AN – SIMPLYMATT AND TWILIGHT MUM69 DECIDED TO PUT OUR TWO MINDS TOGETHER AND CREATE SOME MAGIC…SO TO SPEAK. SO HERE IS OUR LITTLE PLAY AND WE REALLY HOPE YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS WE LOVED WRITING IT. THE WIFE SEEMS TO THINK SHE WEARS THE PANTS IN ALL THIS…I THINK NOT!

BIG BIG THANK YOU TO OUR BETA ARC MORPHEUS WHO HELPED US GUIDE OUR LITTLE CREATION DOWN THE RIGHT PATH.

THESE CHARACTERS ARE ALL THE PROPERTY OF STEPHANIE MEYER, WE JUST THREW A LITTLE MAGIC IN THE MIX.

Chapter One

JPOV

As per usual, my alarm goes off to call in the dawn, and worship the rising of the sun. I take a cool shower, cleansing my body before I face towards the rising of the sun and begin my Sun Salutations. My morning yoga salutes to welcome in the morning, another blessing the Goddess and Horned God has bestow upon us.

After twenty repetitions of the salutation, still remaining naked, I stand before the waking sun, thanking it for bringing in this days beautiful light. I take a moment in my dorm room, to allow the rising rays to wash over me, feeling energised with each moment as I make my first gratitude to the Gods and spirits that surround me.

I smile to myself, feeling the earth's energy rising from my feet, seeping through my body as I feel grounded.

It isn't the same as doing my morning prayers out in my families' large country estate, feeling the grass brush against my naked body, as I salute the sun and earth with my family, all feeling the blessings the divine ones bestow upon us.

I sit in front of my large window, settling my eyes upon Alice, my Aloe Vera plant I brought with me to College, a little of the outdoors to fill my room. I have it placed upon my altar, a most sacred space that I blessed along with my family before they left, always facing north, so I know where to face if I ever need to cast a circle, or for any extra energy I might require with any castings, I feel the need to do.

I watch the energy flowing from Alice, the loving earth filling my room with her energies. She is sat upon my altar with my other tools needed for my everyday work. My statue of the Goddess Gaia and the Horned God, white altar candles, my Athamé, Incense, Cauldron, a selection of crystals and herbs; all these things I could never be without.

I light one of my candles with some Sandalwood incense, allowing its soothing scent to fill my room as I sit before my alter smiling to myself.

I call to the Goddess Gaia, the lady of the Earth,

And I ask her to watch over us.

All the small innocents that go about her lands,

Build upon it, and run through its fields in merriment.

I ask that she forgives our changes, that she knows we do it all in love.

And I ask she doesn't judge the ones who are blind to her ways.

I call to her counterpart, her chosen, the horned God himself,

And I ask that he too watches over us, gives us the strength to love one another,

And be loved in return.

I also ask, albeit selfishly, and for that I apologise, but I ask that my new roommate isn't like the rest, that he doesn't judge and turn from me.

I just ask that he respects my following.

Blessed be.

I smile, feeling a wind appear out of know where, dancing around my naked body as it moves up towards the ceiling and leaves through the open window. I rejoice at the feeling of strength flowing through me and I bow my head in respect, thanking my deities before I leave my space.

I can feel this one will be different, but there is also something inside me, that's telling me it will be hard work, but worth it.

CPOV

Two fucking years, two motherfucking years I have to spend in this meat grinder, spewing out the same trash every day, and for what?

For being a fucking idiot that's what! And getting caught, how could I have been so careless hadn't James taught me better than that?

I could have survived in Juvie, but I knew it would have killed Mom to see me there, so here I am, bettering myself, ha that's a laugh, who the fuck would employ me anyway all they need to see is my zip code and I'm history.

I'd do anything for her though, and my siblings, even if it means being away from them, just like James.

My parole officer Peter walks beside me as we enter the brownstone building, it's everything I'm not and I wonder why they haven't spared the expense and sent me to the community college.

"I went here," Peter smiles gesturing me through into the office, and there's my answer I count myself lucky I got Peter cos Dan was a fucking asshole.

"Mm" I replied noncommittally.

"Yeah straightened me out."

I stop in my tracks, staring at him, all blue collar and tie.

"Yeah Carlisle I was once...," he pauses, thinking "Challenging?"

We both start to laugh because we both know that challenging is a big fucking understatement when it comes to me.

"Please Pete don't call me Carlisle, C will be fine."

He nods as we stop in front of a large wooden ornate door with a brass plaque with the words DEAN emblazoned on it in black script.

He stalls before he finally knocks, looking at me.

"C," he smiles, "Learn from your mistakes kid, you're better than this, just because of your zip code it doesn't mean you're not worth something, because you are." He sighs.

I nod, because I have no words, apart from my Mom no one has ever spoken to me like this.

The Dean sits behind a large wooden desk his fingers steeped under his chin; he's looking through the file Pete has given him.

"You're not in the catchment area are you?" he smiles sweetly, which in my eyes means fuck off back to where you came from and the necks stand up on the back of my neck.

I go to open my mouth but Pete places his hand on my shoulder.

"No, he isn't but he's funded by the system so you can't turn him away." His tone is clipped.

The Dean sighs, closes the file and puts it in his top drawer.

"Let's go get you settled then Carlisle"

My fists ball, "Its C," I huff.

"Hmm" is all he replies.

We walk through the halls, its quiet most people are already in class he explains. Great another thing to make me stand out, being the last in.

The doors in the halls are different colours on each floor, I groan as he stops outside one. Green!

I hate the colour Green, and to make matters worse some dick has fastened a poster to the front of the dorm door with the words 'Together we walk as one' , fuck my life.

The Dean pushes the door open and I freeze.

WTF!

"Your roommate is a very lovely young man, Jasper Whitlock I believe." The Dean smiles proudly puffing out his chest.

"I'm rooming with a fucking tree hugger?" I exclaim, there's a white table thing in front of the window in front of me, with candles and shit on it, and some weird looking plant sat on the window ledge, to my left is a bed with...

Fuck...

Sage Green covers.

And above the bed there's a picture of more green woodland.

"Fucking fairy," I whisper under my breath.

"Well, I have to be getting back to my office; your timetable is with Mrs Weber in reception your day starts at 8am sharp tomorrow morning."

"Yes sir!" I mock salute him, his eyes narrow and I can see Pete stifle a chuckle from the corner of my eye.

The Dean leaves and I sit on the edge of my bed. All I have is the duffle bag that was my bastard of a fathers when he was overseas in Iraq.

"Okay C remember, the judges rules, you phone me every night at six, you visit my office every other weekend and you stay out of trouble," he places a friendly hand on my shoulder.

"Carlisle, if you fuck up this time I can't help you, just remember that," he smiles before ruffling my hair. "You can do this C, I believe in you".

I sit back onto my elbows and look around the room "Get the fuck out before you start crying Pete." I laugh; he chuckles shakes his head and bids me goodbye.

As the door closes my stomach starts too twist, I ask myself? Can I really be something, someone?

I decide to sleep on it, I really needed a cigarette so I open the window and light up my blunt, taking in the wonderful sweet taste I begin to unpack, leaning the rest of my blunt on the pot of the weird plant.

JPOV

I smile as I walk from my Art History class, yes the other students didn't invite me for coffee, but they simply don't understand and I won't judge them for that. Who am I to judge people who do not see what I see?

I walk across campus, making my way to my dorm room, rubbing my hands together to build up energy between my palms. When I feel I have enough building within me, I part my palms to visualise a small ball of energy between my hands. I gently pass the ball from one palm to the other, ignoring the looks from the non believers around me, my peers. I smile as I throw the ball from me towards the person I feels needs it more, the unhappy looking Goth, the jilted girlfriend, ball after ball I create to pass them some of the happiness, that I am lucky enough to have within me.

Before I enter the dorm building, I turn and take a last look at the campus, the trees in all their splendour, the creators of our oxygen, the clear sapphire sky holding the winged angels that fly through it. I inhale deeply before sighing and entering the dorms.

I make my way to my room, smiling at the people I want in my enlarged heart, hoping they will find room for me, but they turn away, they don't understand the boy in the loose clothing, walking barefoot through the building smiling happily to himself, but not from drugs or alcohol.

They will see, the deities tell me so; they let me know to hold on, for everyone will see the beauty I have for them all. For that, I will not let them diminish my spirit, my soul, everything that is me.

As I reach my dorm room I look at my poster and sigh, I will need a new one, again, someone has written 'Freak" upon it! Will they ever really get me?

I feel the wind rush around me, telling me that yes, one day, the right person will get me. Posters are easy to replace, a waste of paper, but hey, that is why we recycle.

I open the door and enter my room to the sound of running water in the shower. So my new roommate has arrived, the guy who the spirits tell me will be different.

As I take in my once neat and tidy room I bite my lip at the new sight before me, clothing that is not mine all over my bed and the floor. I smell the lingering scent of tobacco, not the Sandalwood I blessed my area with this morning. Well I was told it would be hard work. This is just a small challenge, one I can take, the Goddess told me this would all work out.

I make my way over to Alice, clearing clothes from my bed, folding them and placing them neatly on the strangers own bed. I pick up the ones on the floor, folding these also before I make my way to my baby, my Alice, my...

What the...!

Look what he did to me, Jasper

Alice's energy speaks to me, telling me of his violation upon her, my poor baby. I pick her up; shaking slightly as I hold onto the pot she lives in that my mother made for me. I remove the stub and place it on top of his clothes, before sitting on the floor, crossing my legs before my altar as I cradle my baby.

"I am so sorry my darling, why did he do such a thing?" I say as I stroke every inch of, pulling back all her escaping energy that was leaving her in sadness. "Stay with me Alice, he won't hurt you." I say kissing her.

"Are you talking to a fucking plant?" His dead voice speaks behind me, and I feel a new emotion building within me...anger?

I tenderly place Alice, back on her window ledge, soothingly apologising inwardly, telling her I will make it all ok, before turning towards her abuser.

My eyes fall upon a tall, dark haired man around my age, I lock my hands into fists as I stare at him, losing small amounts of my inner control as I take my first look upon the man, whom has without a doubt not a shred of respect for even the simplest of living things, my Alice.

My hands burn with this new angry energy as it moves everything to my fingers, ready to point out my intent upon him, let him see how it really feels to be abused, instead of the abuser. It's then I feel my feet ground to the floor, locked in place by Gaia, as a small wind washed through me, calming this dreadful emotion that is ebbed within me.

~No Jasper~

I hear these words within me as I calm myself, looking at this person again, feeling that he didn't know what Alice, meant to me, what it feels like to love something many people ignore.

I move my eyes down his naked chest, beads of water from the shower trailing down his body, over the tattoo above his heart, the words 'Mom' over a white Dove, the image of tranquillity. I look to his arm and see a wolf tattoo, my favourite animal...I muse.

Then I see more of him, the colour of his aura, his whole body echoing with the faintest white light. Never before have I seen this on any person outside of my family, an aura longing to be open, yet trapped deep within him.

Is this a message from the spirits? Signs that he is here... for me?

I feel myself relaxing as I watch this man before me, detailed with parts of my own soul, is this a true sign?

Is he...could he be?

A gift from the Goddess?

CPOV

I allowed the hot shower to ease my muscles, as I use the only shampoo in the bathroom. What the...Strawberry? Gonna have to get to the store, quick, I can't walk around the fucking campus smelling like a fruit. I turn off the water and immediately hear a voice it's soft in tone but clipped as though its owner is angry.

That must be my new roomie, I dry and dress as I listen to his voice, is he talking to someone, apologising?

I open the bathroom door, and my eyes are met with a blonde guy, he's sat crossed legged on the floor his hands are cupping the weird plant, and he's talking to it!

"You talk to a fucking plant!" I scoff.

He leans forwards placing it back onto the window ledge, whispering a mantra of some kind. He turns to face me, stormy blue eyes, and his hands balling by his sides. He seriously wants to fucking mess with me? Bring it!

But, then his eyes close, and his begins face softens.

Looking at him properly now, I see he is blonde with an array of curls falling haphazardly down to his chin, his face is just flawless. Then his eyes open, they are no longer stormy they are calm blue pools... Where the fuck did that come from?

His eyes start drinking me in and it's fucking uncomfortable, I feel like he's looking right inside me. Don't bother I think, all you'll find is black!

He smiles nodding down at my folded clothes.

"Don't touch my fucking stuff" I snap at him.

"My apologies but your...stuff...was on my bed" he gestures over to the now clean side of his room; I just shrug grabbing my clothes and tossing them at the foot of my bed.

"There are two wardrobes." He gestures to the other side of the dorm.

"What are you my fucking mother?" I know I'm being a dick but I hate it when people try to tell me what to do.

He smiles at me, extending his hand, "I'm Jasper."

I don't bother to shake it, I don't do pleasantries, "Jazz." I nod.

"Jasper" he says, his tone a little more bitter.

I shrug, it's not like we're going to be BFF's. I lay back on my bed, folding my hands behind my head and stare at the ceiling, he clears his throat.

"Yeah?"

"Sorry I was just hoping to maybe know the name of my new Roommate"

"C."

"I'm sorry?"

"C."

"Is that your full name?"

I sigh pushing myself up onto my elbows "If you must know it's Carlisle, but don't EVER call me that."

He nods quickly as he pulls his school bag onto his desk before pulling out his books and opening them.

I lie back down onto the bed and plug in my IPod, the rasping voice of Chester singing Crawling running through my head. I open my eyes, realising I must have dozed off as the room is now bathed in moonlight only.

My eyes are immediately drawn to the silhouette beside me, it's Jasper...and he's...

NAKED!

He's in some kind of position, yoga I think I've seen them on the TV. He's lying on his stomach, with his hands reaching back palms down his feet touching his forehead, he's silent and I watch...

I'm suddenly very aware that I'm watching a naked guy in my room; bend in a position that holy fuck! I shake my head, I'm not gay, but, I shouldn't even be watching him but his body is just drawing me in, and I'm so pissed.

Pissed that I am watching him.

Pissed that he makes me feel Inadequate.

Pissed that I feel ANYTHING!

JPOV

I try to lose myself in study, trying to ignore the signs that stood before me. Never before have I tried to ignore what is sent to me, but I must be wrong here, I need to bide my time before I risk even thinking about the signs that are linked into him.

I open my books again and try to lose myself in study, ignoring the noise pollution he calls 'music', trying my hardest not to let my mind wander to thinking about the tall, dark, handsome guy that is now sharing my room.

As night starts to fall, I check my watch and listen to his soft snores. How can anyone sleep through that noise blasting in his ears? I push him from my mind; again, knowing that tonight is all about my worship to Luna, not the man that lies on the other bed in my room, his lips moving in time to his snores as he sleeps.

I allow a moment for my eyes to immerse themselves in his sombre face, ideas filling my brain.

A few simple words, Jasper, and he can be yours. A few rose petals and a flame, a lock of his hair, that's all it takes.

Alice's energy is speaking to me, telling me to do something I know is forbidden.

Naughty Alice, you know I never would. Only non filtered tap water for you tomorrow young lady.

I tease my only real friend.

Well, remind me not to care.

I can sense the small tease in her words and I smile to myself; I remove my clothing, laying them neatly on my bed before lighting the candles on my altar and start welcoming the spirits into my circle.

I stand facing north, feeling the full glory of Luna, bathing me through my open window as I silently call North into my small circle, hands above my head;

O Spirit of the North Stone

Ancient One of Earth

I Call You to Attend My Circle

Charge This by Your Power, Dryghtyn

I stand, feeling the power of my northern point filling around me, earth grounding my feet as I allow myself to feel like stone.

I move to the eastern point, feeling Alice's energy flowing over me as she dances around my naked body, excited by her element.

I raise my hands again.

O Spirit OF the East Stone

Ancient One of Air

I Call You to Attend My Circle

Charge This by Your Power, Dryghtyn

I feel the wind flow over me, cleansing my body with its loving entangle around me, draping over all my naked glory.

I move on to south, keeping my hands raised as I call in the next element.

O Spirit of the South Stone

Ancient One of Fire

I Call You to Attend My Circle

Charge This by Your Power, Dryghtyn

My body warmth's, embers flooding through me as a gentle blaze ignites within me, the fires that burn within the earth's core. I am ablaze as I move on to my final calling.

O Spirit of the West Stone

Ancient One of Water

I Call You to Attend My Circle

Charge This by Your Power, Dryghtyn

Rivers, streams, oceans, all surging through me, was stilling the rising heat, all four elements now within my holy place, all here to worship this night's full moon.

I return back at the north, grounding myself before raising my hands once more above my head as I pull my right foot to rest on my inner, left thigh as I look up through my hands, vrksasana, tree pose, one of the most opening.

I lose track of how long I stand here, lost in the glow of the moon as I ask for blessings upon the earth, for the spirits to dance through the wind, giving love to their families that still reside upon the earth. I ask that Luna loves those that ignore me, those which fear my spirit.

Eventually I lower myself to the floor, ending my worship with some gentle back stretches. I lay on my stomach before lifting my chest off the floor into urdhva mukha svanasana, upward facing dog, holding the posture to open up my chest, before I pull my hands back to grab my feet, pulling myself gently into Dhanurasana, bow pose.

I hold myself in the posture, gently allowing my body to rock back and forth, ignoring all sounds around me, not hearing the gentle snores; I turn into a large inhale of breath, unaware of anything other than the voice of my only friend, Alice.

Peek a Boo, someone sees you!

I turn my attention to fall upon his wide open eyes, shocked; I fall from my posture as the altar candles go out as I exclaim in shock.

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