Jasper Whitlock was content with working on the family plantation with his father. He never planned on doing anything with his life except running the plantation. The one thing he thought he was going to do dissapeared when they got nieghbors, neighbors who just happened to have the last name Brandon. Follow Alice, Jasper, Rosalie, Emmett, Bella, and Edward through their lives and the fast approaching Civil War. Banner by me!
My second fanfic. Hope you like it! Whitlocks: Jasper, Rosalie, and Bella. Jasper and Rosalie are fifteen. Bella is fourteen. Has two year old sister named Lizzie. Brandons: Alice, Edward, and Emmett. Emmett is sixteen, Edward is fifteen, and Alice is fourteen. Has baby brother named Adam and little sister named Cynthia. Present Time: April 1859
1. Chapter 1 Neighbors
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I was riding in the bumpy buckboard with Papa on the way to meet the new neighbors. In my lap I held the biscuits that Momma had baked as a ‘welcome’ gift. I guess I was excited with actually seeing other people except for my family again. School was out for the summer, we didn’t have any neighbors until now, so I was kind of isolated. It drove Rose mad. Bella made due with reading any book she could get her hands on. I was busy helping Papa run the plantation seeing as to it was going to be mine someday. I never really had anything planned for my future except for owning the plantation. I ain’t never thought about getting married or nothing, but every time one of Rosalie or Bella’s friends would come over Mama would glance at me every few minutes like she was ‘specting something. I didn’t really pay attention to it. I didn’t realize we had arrived until I felt the buckboard jolt has Papa hopped out of it. I followed suite.
The property was pretty large, but was nothing compared to our plantation. There was a large barn and a small brick building, more like a shed, that was probably used for smoking meat. I heard the sound of frogs croaking and ducks quaking on a nearby pond. In the midst of the tree line stood the outhouse. From the barn I heard cows mooing and the sound of two people pitching hay out of the hole in the top wall of the barn, creating a pile on the ground below. In the pasture were horses neighing along with the fresh April wind. Chickens squawked as they scampered around the barnyard and inside the chicken coop. Papa knocked on the door once and stepped back as he heard little feet scampering to answer the door. In the now open doorway stood a barefoot little girl to be around age ten with black braids, a pink dress on, and her thumb in her mouth. She stared at us unmoving until she turned around and looked at a man I assumed to be her father walking towards the door.
“May I help you?” he asked uncertainly.
My father stepped forward with his hand outstretched. “I’m Jonathon Whitlock. This is my son Jasper. We live about half mile up the road.”
“Carlisle Brandon. Nice to meet you.” he shook my father’s hand and then turned to me. “You too, Jasper” I nodded in acknowledgement, better to be seen and not heard.
He turned to his daughter. “Go get your mother please, Cynthia.”
“Yes Pa.” she said before turning and running through the hallway and out of sight.
A moment later Cynthia returned with her mother trailing at her heels. She wore a plain brown work dress under a white apron. Her apron was spotted with dust, as was her face. Her caramel colored hair was coming loose from the bun at the back of her head. She had obviously been busy cleaning and tidying up the house so it was in actual appropriate living condition. She stood next to Carlisle and he put his arm around her waist. She looked down at her folded hands that were in her lap, but I could still see the blush that stained her cheeks.
“This is my wife, Esme.” Carlisle smiled. Mrs. Brandon slowly lifted her head and smiled at us.
“Pleasure to meet you.” she smiled sincerely.
“Ma’m.” Papa touches his hat to her.
“Mama made these for you.” I held out the basket of biscuits to her shyly.
“I am much obliged.” she took the basket from my hand and gave it to Cynthia.
“Please take these to the kitchen and check on Adam while you’re at it.” she shrunk down to Cynthia’s level handing her the basket.
“Yes’m.” Cynthia murmured before running down the hallway just as fast as before.
‘No running in the house.” Esme called after her. A muffled ‘sorry Ma’ made its way back to us.
“Edward! Emmett!” Carlisle yelled towards the barn.
The head of a boy about my age peeked through the hole in the wall, his bronze hair disheveled. A head with curly black hair appeared above the first’s head. In the dark haired boy’s eagerness he accidentally pushed the first one through the hole and into the mound of hay below. Carlisle shook is head slowly back and forth. Esme sighed.
“Emmett!” the bronze haired boy who I assumed to be Edward yelled while trying to work his way out of the six foot mound of hay.
“I’ll save you Ed!” Emmett yelled while diving into the pile of hay. He emerged from the hay a moment later laughing with a struggling Edward over his shoulder.
“Emmett! Put Edward down right now!” Esme mandated sternly.
Her tone made him wipe the wide grin off his face, and he quickly set Edward back on his feet. I could see that his piercing blue eyes still held humor as he walked over to shake our hands. He was absolutely huge! He was at least twice as wide as me and was all muscle. I was still taller than him by a few inches, and that’s pretty tall. Edward was shorter than both of us and had less muscle.
“It was nice to meet all of you.” Papa said once he stopped shaking Edward’s hand.
“That’s not all of us.” Emmett smirked.
“Where in God’s name is that girl?” Esme muttered.
“Excuse me for a moment.” Carlisle cupped his hands around his mouth. “Mary Alice!”
“She hates that name.” Edward grinned.
“Yes, Pa?” someone yelled from behind us sounding annoyed.
I looked behind me and saw green skirts billowing around a petite girl as she jumped off a branch of a maple tree. She, like me and her siblings, was barefoot and practically dancing towards us. Her black hair was blowing as it hung behind her back seeing as to it wasn’t put up or anything. She was petite and barely cleared my chest. She looked to be around Bella’s age, 14.
“Hi!” she greeted my father and me perkily. “I’m Alice.”
“Alice, this is Jonathon Whitlock and his son Jasper.” Carlisle smiled.
“Pleasure to meet you.” She did a little curtsy for my father.
I lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. Emmett nudged Edward and whispered in his ear. Emmett earned a hit from Edward in return. I knew what Emmett was thinking, but come on! It’s manners. You know, something that your mother teaches you before your even six.
“Why don’t you children go play while the adults talk.” Esme suggested.
“Yeah, come on Jasper.” Emmett waved his hand.
I followed Edward and Emmett through along a path through the forest with Alice trailing behind me. We walked for about fifteen minutes until we came upon a small lake. It was basically sand all around. I didn’t even know it existed, and I’ve lived in this area my entire life. The water was crystal clear. Emmett and Edward led us around the lake for another 5 minutes and stopped right in front of a huge boulder. I looked around and saw that most of this area was large rock. Emmett agilely jumped up on one of the rocks that were set in the middle of this ‘boulder forest.’ Edward and I followed. Emmett sat down on one of the boulders and Edward sat down on one next to his. I took a boulder that was on the other side of Emmett’s. Alice came and sat down on my rock since she wasn’t capable of climbing up on the remaining boulders in the area.
“So,” Emmett started. “How old are you, Jasper?”
“Fifteen.” I reply automatically.
“Same age as Eddie boy.” he grinned.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Edward asked annoyed.
“Apparently a whole lot more.” Alice smirked.
“I don’t think it’s that funny…” Edward grinned. “Mary Alice.”
She turned and glared at him. He immediately shrunk back like a scared puppy. I gave Emmett a confused look.
“You ain’t never wanna call her Mary Alice if you value your life and dignity.” he explained.
“I’ll have to remember that.” I told him truthfully. “How old are you?”
“Sixteen.” he grinned forgetting about the previous topic. “Alice is fourteen.”
“Do you have any siblings?” Edward jumped into the conversation.
“My twin’s name is Rosalie, but we all call her Rose, my fourteen year old sister Isabella, more commonly known as Bella, and my two year old sister, Lizzie.” I tell them.
“It must suck being the only guy.” Edward muttered.
“Yep.” I grimace.
“We’ll save you from the clutches of the evil petticoats.” Emmett yells.
“Yeah, thanks Emmett.” I said.
We’re all silent for a few moments ‘till we all burst out laughing. Emmett is laying on his back on the rock shaking with laughter. Edward has his head in his lap trying to muffle his laughter. Alice is beside me clutching her stomach and rolling around when she starts to fall off the edge. I quickly grab her arm before she can fall and get squired with the sharp rocks ten feet below us. I pull her back up onto the boulder and she clings tightly to my arm.
“You okay, Alice?” I asked concerned.
“I think I twisted my ankle.” she grimaced.
Her leg must gotten caught under her when she started to fall, and when I grabbed her arm to pull her back up her foot must have twisted under her. Emmett and Edward jumped down from the rocks so we could follow.
“She okay?” Emmett called from the ground.
“She just twisted her ankle.” I called back.
“Let’s bring her to Carlisle.” Edward said.
I looked back down at Alice. “Do you trust me?”
She nodded her head in response. I lifted her up bridal style and leaped carefully rock to rock until I landed on the ground. She weighed practically nothing. We are way back more slowly and careful this time. The house was in view when someone first spoke again.
“I don’t think we should tell Ma that Alice could have fallen to her death.” everyone but Alice flinched when Emmett said ‘death.’
“Then what do we tell her?” Edward asked.
“You tell her that Alice sprained her ankle. It’s true enough, but if she asks how then you should tell her.” I responded.
“Good idea.” Emmett muttered.
“If she finds out she won’t let me out of the house for weeks, if she even let’s me out.” Alice muttered.
“They’re getting suspicious.” Edward murmured.
“Who?” I asked.
“Our parents.” Alice frowned.
I looked at Emmett for an explanation.
He shrugged. “They know things. You get used to it.”
We continued walking into the barnyard and our parents were waiting for us on the porch.
“What on earth happened!” Mrs. Brandon exclaimed scampering off the steps.
“She twisted her ankle.” Edward, Emmett, and I sighed at the same time.
“Bring her inside.” Carlisle said.
I followed him into the house and up the stairs. I laid her down on the bed and walked to the other side of the room to stand with Edward and Emmett. Carlisle was examining her now puffy ankle. Esme and Papa stood in the doorway. After Carlisle was done he carried Alice back downstairs and set her in one of the chairs on the porch.
“I think it’s time we should go.” Papa said while shaking Carlisle’s hand one more time.
“We’ll come over to your place tomorrow.” Emmett grinned.
“You two aren’t going anywhere unless I can walk. You hear?” Alice told them.
“Don’t worry, Alice. I’ll bring Bella and Rose with me next time.” I promised her.
“By next time you mean tomorrow, right?” Emmett smirked.
“Yeah, sure.” I laughed.
“I’ll see you lat…” I started to say from my seat on the buckboard but Emmett cut me off.
“Tomorrow!” he boomed which earned him a disapproving look from Esme.
We were halfway home when Papa started talking.
“How do you like the Brandon’s?” he asked.
“I like them, a lot.” I smiled.
“What about you?” I asked him.
“I kind of have to like them, don’t I?” he mussed. “’Cause I got a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot more of them.”
With that I had to smile.