Thanks to my beta Glamorous Shellz for helping me with this fiction.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, none of the characters belong to me...
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Jasper
"Just call her already!" Exasperating beyond his limits of controlling himself, Jasper finally yelled on Edward.
One hour ago…
Annoyance is the most contagious state of mind. Jasper realized that as soon as Edward stormed into the room.
His nostrils flaring saddened red eyes, and his face pale and lifeless. Completely unable to form a coherent sentence.
"It was her. Granddaughter of Grace Morris. Can you..." Edward huffed. "Can you even imagine?"
Jasper was amused to find out a girl was the reason behind his friend's mental instability. As much as he knew about this guy, girls made him shy and tremendously nervous. The way he stammered in front of Tanya when he introduced her in a party, that still made Jasper chuckle. He wandered what a gorgeous girl like her saw in Edward that they became a couple.
Today, watching Edward, he realized the scenario was almost the same, though from Edward's meaningless ramblings he failed to comprehend what he meant. So Jasper tried to light up his mood instead of asking anything about the confusing matter that was visibly biting him.
"You know I just had my lunch. Had you come a little earlier you could have joined us." Jasper spoke lighting a cigarette. "Mom cooked her best today."
"I am not hungry. Please could you listen to me seriously? And when the hell did you start smoking again?" Edward replied a little irritated.
Jasper smiled and started making rings of smoke, looking into his laptop as he rsaid. "It's difficult to think without this." he exhaled and looked at Edward who was leaning against the study table. Edward stared at him blankly.
"You know we have a new case to work on," Jasper spoke to break the silence since Edward was not talking.
"To hell with your case Jasper! I'm..." Edward stopped mid way.
"Totally fucked up?" Jasper felt that familiar amusement once again, seeing him glare. "So two questions. Who's the girl who fucked you up? And did you just said Grace Morris? As in the Grace Morris?" Jasper finally dumped the burnt cigarette in a copper ash tray, and seated himself in a couch, placing his Mac book on his lap. He heard Edward taking a deep breath, which caused Jasper to smirk while typing his MSN id and password.
"You remember that girl I met last year in Paris? I told you about her, right?" Edward spoke slowly.
He did tell him. And he remembers the incident well enough. Apparently that chick was the only one who managed to deal with Edward without making him shy or diffident, or worse, leaving himself embarrassed. And the idiot didn't even care to ask for her number. He had snorted away Edward's noble reason for not getting 'close' to her, using aliases and all. Referring that chick reminded him of the cute little blonde fashion model he was with that evening. Wasn't she just stunning? Jasper smiled, and controlled himself at once in order to listen to his friend.
"You mean that 'sweet-angelic-teenager' who was dumb enough to waste a full evening with you?" Jasper said ignoring Edward's glare.
"Today Rose took me in a meeting. And I found her. It was her who Rose went to see."
Now that was a typical situation out of a romantic novel, Jasper thought, and straightened his back. The last words had got him alert. He tilted his head a bit and asked. "So is she a supermodel?"
"No. She's granddaughter of Grace Morris. Yes. The answer of your second question is, yes. The Grace Morris."
Jasper felt a shock, pushing him out of his couch, his jaw dropped. "Wait, what?!"
Edward replied softly, "Yeah. You got that right."
"The famous dancer who had an illicit affair with a senator?"
"Senator Hopkins." Edward muttered.
"Dude." Jasper left his laptop on the study table back and started pacing up and down the room. "So how did it go? Did she recognize you? Did she say anything?" he asked with his face gleaming, unable to hide his excitement.
"That's what's disturbing me the most. She didn't say a single thing about that evening," Edward stated flatly.
"So you mean she didn't recognize you?" Jasper said, though it sounded unbelievable to him. Edward was anything but easily forgettable. No chick could forget him in just a year, especially who had kissed him.
"She recognized me, gave me this look which meant I-still-remember-you, but didn't bring up anything," Edward's gaze turned to the floor.
Jasper gaining his stability after a brief silent period tried hard not to laugh at his friend but failed completely. He's a complete idiot.
"Rose was there too with the both of you?" Jasper asked after he got his laughing in control.
"Obviously. She was there to interview her. Would you please stop laughing?"
"Yeah, sorry," he chuckled one last time and got serious. "And you expected her to... What's her name by the way?" he gave Edward a questioning look.
"Isabella Swan." he repeated her name under his breath feeling the elegance of it in his tongue and resumed.
"Did you expect Isabella to bring up the topic about how you two made out in a hotel in front of Rose?" he gave him a weird irritated look.
"You just don't understand Jasper."
He really didn't understand, what's the point of creating unnecessary complications in such stupid things?
He jumped to his laptop, opened a new page in his browser, and within a moment he was in his desired place, the Discovery channel homepage. Browsing through the archives he glanced to Edward from the corner of his eyes, and asked him very honestly. "What's your problem man?"
"I don't know what I should do now."
"I have a cool solution. Call her." he said concentrating on the sites he'd been searching regarding his subject of interest.
"I can't do that. What would I say? Hey Isabella. Let me introduce myself with my real identity once again. Maybe after that we could go for a coffee?" Edward said bitterly, mocking Jasper.
"Glad I influence you this much." Jasper murmured, narrowing his eyes which were fixated on the screen. "Or you may try saying, Hello Isabella. Life is full of unexpected twists isn't it?" Jasper mocked Edward back.
Edward frowned at him, "Who on earth talks like that?"
Jasper grinned, "A lot of people do. Now if you could come back to your usual self, I can talk about something else."
Jasper waved his left hand gesturing Edward to look on the screen full of images and information which Edward seemed reluctant to do but still did.
"Born in 1925, she had her first public performance in a tender age of 17. Next year she got married and quit dancing temporarily. Came back in the year 1946. The next two years made her popular as a professional dancer." Jasper read out aloud, both of the boys beaming with curiosity and interest to know more. "She met Anthony Graham Hopkins in the year 1948, while he and his family attended her show."
Edward whispered in his ears. "Maybe that's when the affair started."
"Love at first sight huh?" Jasper played a wicked grin. "So this Miss Isabella Swan, is she as stunning as her grandmother?" his grin turned into from wicked to cocky, he eyed the blonde dancer's photographs. "She definitely looked like a beautiful swan."
"Well, Isabella looks more like..." Edward stopped again. Jasper looked at him mocking his dazed expression. Edward seemed lost to him.
"Dude just call her."
Clock went on ticking, time passed, and Jasper listened to Edward rambling for the next forty five minutes. He couldn't just call her. She could ask him a lot of question. He couldn't lie to her. He doesn't want to lie. He was confused. At a point, he came to Jasper, tired and disoriented. "What should I do now?" as if he was going to accept his advice.
"Just call her already!"
Jasper was keen to think about his case rather than Edward's heart problem. Apparently that was not possible with Edward whining and strolling over the room rattling the same questions over and over again.
"What I really don't understand is, why are you complicating this matter? You met a girl, had a cute moment with her, now after a year you met her back. So now the only thing you should do is to call her. That's it." Jasper growled, frustrated. "Just call her!" he yelled.
"It would be that simple if I had told her the truth but I didn't. Even today I met her as a journalist, who was to interview her. What if she thinks I'm calling her because I want this story to be done successfully?"
Jasper stayed quiet for a moment. Edward had a valid reason. But how could he predict what Isabella would think if Edward calls her? He did know very little about the meeting that evening, and he was not aware of what kind of person this Isabella was too. He didn't know if she was an emotional one like his friend, or if she was a light hearted person who gives a damn about what others think. He didn't know if she throws out shy smiles, or burst out into loud jovial laughter that changes the air.
He could just keep guessing that she had a sober and fine taste on everything, or else Edward wouldn't be having interested on her. So most probably she had no funky looks, or disturbing attitudes. Damn. Jasper scolded himself. You are already fantasizing about a chick you haven't met yet. A chick that's driving your best buddy crazy.
"Don't you think you should at least give it a try?" he asked once again.
"No. I think I should leave it where it ended." Edward whispered with a sigh.
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A/N: Edward is being a stupid. Yes I know that. But he has his reason of doing so. So if you are irritated by now, please trust me and my Edward and you will love him at the end.
Thank you for reading.