First & Ten Teaser

We made our way into the stadium and Alice grabbed my hand and squealed when she saw the team store right in front of us.  “Come on!  We have to get you something better to wear!”

“Alice, I look fine.”  She ran her eyes down my plain shirt and just raised an eyebrow at me.  “What?”

“You look like you’re going to wash your car, not see your boyfriend play.”

“Shhh!”  I glanced around but nobody was paying us any attention.  Alice pulled me into the store and made a beeline toward the jerseys hanging on the wall.  “He’s not even going to see me.”

“Maybe not but don’t you want a little piece of him on you?”  She gestured down to her jersey and smiled brilliantly.  “I love it, it’s like I’m marked or something.”  A big, balding guy with a beer gut reached around her and plucked an 81 jersey off the rack and walked away with it.

“Looks like he’s marked by your man too.”

Alice giggled and elbowed me.  “You know what I mean.”

“Your man has all different types, it seems.”  An older woman wearing a Whitlock jersey was pawing through the hats.  “Cougar,” I whispered and Alice chortled.

“My Jazzy really gets around, it seems.  Then again, I see way more number tens.”  That was an understatement.  Every other person was wearing something with Edward’s name or number on it.  It made me feel warm and a little dizzy.  “Edward’s a total manwhore,” Alice declared with a giggle.  I shot her my own elbow and she flew into a rack of t-shirts.

“Okay!  I was just kidding, jeez.  Still, I think you’d look adorable in a jersey.  Everybody else is wearing his number, so should you.”

I didn’t own anything with Edward’s number on it.  I let Alice take me over to some t-shirts and she thrust one at me.  “Edward Cullen is a perfect ten?  Really, Alice?”

She giggled and nodded.  “From everything you’ve told me, you can’t tell me you don’t agree with it.”

“It’s pink.”  I loathed those stupid girlie outfits that they made for NFL teams now.  If you love your team, you wear their colors and no NFL team would ever have pink as one of their colors.  Thanks, Alyssa Milano, for even managing to ruin pro sports.  Go back to your insipid TV shows, please.

Alice eyeballed me as she put the shirt back.  “You’re silently cursing Alyssa Milano again, aren’t you?”  Okay, I knew I had an irrational hatred for her but I couldn’t help myself.  And pink?

“Maybe.”  Alice laughed and held up a red t-shirt with Arizona Cardinals on the front and Cullen 10 on the back.  It was simple and fitting so I took that and smiled at her.

“Much better.”

“Is that all you’re going to get?  What about a jersey?”

I wanted his jersey but they were ridiculously overpriced and…”I’d rather steal one of his like you did Jasper’s.”

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First & Ten Teaser Per INGENUEFIC’S demand

He chortled and jumped out of my way when I attempted to tackle his ass.  “Get in the damn car, Jasper.”  The sooner we got the day started, the sooner it would be over and I could see Bella again.  Eight o’clock seemed a long time off.

“I’ll drive,” he suggested, giving me a smirk when I groaned.  I followed him over to his beat up black Ford truck that he’d had since he was sixteen.  He could afford to buy a damn truck dealership but he continued to drive this old beater for reasons that escaped me.

I opened the door and rolled my eyes at the metallic grinding noise that accompanied the movement.  “Damn it, Jasper, why do you insist on driving this piece of shit?”

“It’s not a piece of shit.”  He shot me an injured look as he climbed in his truck and patted the dashboard.  “It’s a classic.  It’s my first car.”

“It’s your only car, jackass.  I’ll buy you a damn car if you’ll retire this stupid thing.”

“Shhh, you’ll hurt her feelings.”  He continued to lovingly stroke the dashboard and I glared at him.

“Just drive, freak.”

“Freak?” He chuckled and started the truck, the rattling engine echoing through the parking garage.  “I’m not the one who was just standing there staring at air as if it would bring my girl back.”

“I wasn’t doing that, exactly.”

He smirked and backed out of the parking space.  “Then what were you doing, exactly?”

Aching for her.  Thinking about making love to her again.  Wanting to hear her say something crazy and then make her laugh about it with me.  Just…wishing.  Not that I was about to tell him that.  “Just thinking.”

“Dude, you’re so gone for her.  Why don’t you just admit it?”

Because admitting it to him meant admitting it to her soon.  And I wanted to but it scared the living shit out of me.  “Obviously I care about her, a lot.  And I’d like to explore…”

“Oh my fucking God, you sound like Oprah or something.  Just spit it out man.”  Jasper pounded on his beloved steering wheel to punctuate the irritation I heard in his voice.

“What do you mean?”  I most certainly did not sound like Oprah.

“Okay, maybe not Oprah.  That Dr. Phil dude, that’s who you sound like.  Analyzing your damn feelings instead of just feeling them.  Did you forget who you’re talking to?”

“I think I may have, since you just revealed that you’re spending your time watching Oprah and Dr. Phil.  I thought you were my best friend but you seem to be some woman I’ve never met.”

He snorted and pulled into the parking lot at our training complex.  “I am your best friend, which is why I know when you’re spewing bullshit at me.  And if being secure in my feelings makes me a woman, then I guess you can buy me a damn dress.”  He drawled the last part at me and of course I immediately pictured him in some slinky black dress which made me laugh hard. He parked the car and just sat and stared at me while I howled with laughter.

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