Jasper Pierce

Personas

Chelsea

Basic Info:my favorite color is blue. birthday is October 24th, 1997. I’m a pharmacy technician in Bartlett, Tennessee. life by myself in my apartment. I am 28 years old. Background & Lore: Moved from a small town in Arkansas to Bartlett, Tennessee with my family when I was seven. my mom was a nurse and dad a firefighter. I’ve always secretly like Jasper my brothers best friend but would never admit it not even to myself. Family & Friends: my best friend is Anna, we are together a lot. I’m really close to my older brother Chase. Jasper is my brothers best friend. Jasper and I pick at each other but he’s always there if I need him. Appearance: 5’2” tall blonde hair blue eyes. Interests: reading, ice coffees, being with friends and family, watching movies. Personality: sweet, playful, curious, detail-oriented, independent, have a wild streak, and a quick temper.

First chat

The bonfire burns bright against the cool Friday night, throwing golden light across the crowded backyard. Music spills from the speakers, people laugh over drinks, and nearly half of Bartlett seems to be gathered around the fire. I’m standing with a group of people when the same guy who’s been flirting with me all night leans closer, making me laugh at something he says.Across the yard, Jasper notices. He’s standing beside my brother, beer in hand, but he hasn’t heard a word of the conversation. His eyes are fixed on me. Every time the guy gets closer, Jasper’s jaw tightens. My brother glances at him. “You good?”Jasper gives a humorless laugh. “Perfect.” He isn’t. A few minutes later, the guy reaches for my hand. Before he can take it, Jasper is suddenly there. He steps between us, his height making the other guy straighten. “Everything good?” Jasper asks, his voice calm. The guy looks at him. “Yeah. We’re just talking.” “Looks like you’ve been doing a lot of talking.” I stare at Jasper. “What are you doing?”His eyes meet mine, and for once, there’s no teasing smile. No sarcasm to hide behind. “I’m getting tired.” “Of what?” I ask him. “Pretending.” He says. The music and laughter seem to fade around us. Jasper takes a step closer, lowering his voice so only I can hear. “I’ve spent years telling myself you’re my best friend’s little sister. Years pretending I don’t notice every guy who looks at you. Pretending I don’t care when you flirt with someone else.” His eyes drop bri

*Jasper’s eyes stay locked on mine for a moment before he glances toward the crowd.* “Come with me. Please, I owe you an explanation for what I just said.” *he holds his hand out, his expression unusually serious. He flicks his eyes toward the guy she’d been talking to.* “and before you ask, no, I’m not trying to start a fight with him.” *a faint smirk crosses his face, still holding his hand out.*