Get Me to You by Chicklette

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5252934/1/Get_Me_to_You
Word Count: 37,558

Official Description: Pet names and Pop Tarts. Sunday mornings with Etta and Ella. Cibola. Candymouth. You finally realize the truth. What if it’s too late? M for drinking, drug use, sex and effing language. ExBxJxAxEm/POV, AH, OOC.

–
LightStarDusting says: What makes the Indie Twific Awards great is that it gives little stories a chance to be seen by a larger audience. Looking at the stories nominated for the last round of Indie Awards, one title kept showing up in multiple categories – “Get Me to You.” Curious, I clicked on the link, saw a Bella & Jasper pairing (oh, hello – I love them) and snuggled in to read this gem. Trust me when I say you’ll need to snuggle in. You’ll probably want to pick up a pint of Ben & Jerry’s, too.

Six thrilling chapters written in stream-of-consciousness style, “Get Me to You” is a small novella that packs a big punch. Not only does Chicklette manage to pull off the stream-of-consciousness writing (not an easy feat), but she does it from four different points of view in the first chapter (and goes on to add Emmett and Rosalie into the mix), somehow making each voice unique.

Love triangles can be messy things, can’t they? He loves her. She loves him… and oh, him, too. He loves her sometimes but we aren’t exactly sure when. You get the picture. Edward is playing games with Bella’s heart until he isn’t. And there’s miscommunication. Yeah, since when is there not in high school?

I wanted him that day and he wanted me too, but we both knew it was wrong, that I was coming down too hard from Edward and neither one of us wanted this to be colored with that. So he kissed me. He kissed me and kissed me and I kissed him and with every touch of his tongue to mine, with every pass of his lips I was able to tuck Edward away a little further and he was able to put Alice wherever he put her and with the feel of his skin on mine I was able to shove the other stuff aside and then I did make a space in the corner of my heart for him and that was good too.

Chicklette introduces us to Jasper through Bella’s eyes and then through a change in POV, we see Bella through his. Jasper, who starts as Bella’s “comfort” love, yet through the course of the story becomes so much more.

I was holding my little Bella-trix in my arms and it was another Sunday morning and we had no place to be. I might be Alice’s moon, but shoot, I could be this little girl’s sun and she could be mine, both of us getting ourselves into the light.

Um, yes please!

Non-canon pairings abound. Jasper and Bella want nothing more than to be part of their canon destinies, but Edward doesn’t realize what he has until he doesn’t have it. Alice’s efforts follow a different path entirely, but to say these lovers are star-crossed fails to truly describe the shooting stars that paint the night sky that is this story. Even Rosalie and Emmett will take you by surprise, and they’re together.

By choosing to write this story the way she does, Chicklette does something very interesting. She makes you feel for each of her three main characters. You get inside their heads, you feel their angst-y pain, and you actually feel like you are living their words.

There were times while I was reading that I would literally gasp or have to stop because the pain was too great. I’d think, “Well, that’s it. That’s as bad as it can get.” And then I’d read a bit further and clutch at my chest to make sure my heart was still in there and still beating. The reader is in the thick of Jasper, Edward, and Bella’s thoughts and then gets the outsider’s perspective/back story with Emmett that we couldn’t possibly know through the other three POVs.

I love you, I said and he said it too, and I couldn’t tell what he meant. In the months since Portland, we’d created our own three word language. I love you meant everything. It meant I miss you, I’m sorry, I need you, please, yes, more, no, fuck you, don’t stop, what are you talking about? It meant I adore you, I worship you, I need you, stop being an ass. It meant everything we couldn’t say out loud. We funneled it into I love you and no matter what we meant by it, we understood. I love you.

If I was asked to describe this fic in a word, it would be different. It’s a good different. A refreshing different. Different than other fics I’ve read, before or since. It sticks with you and brings you back in for more. Obviously, I’m being vague as to where this all goes because I want you to go read. I love you (please go read this story).

MF’er says: One of the wonderful girls over at Edwardville rec’d this earlier in the week and when she mentioned that it had absolutely no dialogue, I was like ‘wait, what? I have to see this!’ So I clicked on the link and started reading, and goodness – I couldn’t stop.

This little story (I’m only calling it that because it’s five chapters plus an epilogue) is so different from anything I’ve read before in regard to the writing style that Chicklette uses. It’s all very stream of conciousy. I know that might not make sense, but once you read the story, you’ll see what I mean.

Everything we get from these characters is pretty much their inner thoughts describing the events that take them from the beginning of the story, where Isabella is in love with none other than Edward Cullen. She’s finally gotten something from him, but it isn’t at all what she expected:

The afternoon before though, he had given me that look, that perfect Edward look, my favorite Edward look and when he’d peeled my clothes off of me and kissed me and touched me I felt perfect and I felt like his favorite and goddammit I know that it wasn’t my imagination. For one afternoon and one night Edward Cullen loved me. But in the morning? It was hustle and flow and get your shit together and what, did you think I was going to drive you to school? Make some big statement with you in the passenger seat, my arm around you like we’re in love or some shit like that? Get going, Swan.

And I was gone.

Though Bella and Jasper are both in love with different people, they find an easy togetherness that just blossoms into this… gah, I can’t even describe it. Sunday Mornings. SUNDAY MORNINGS. I love this Jasper and kind of want to nom his face.

Sunday mornings with my little Bella-trix. Both of us sleeping late, hiding from daylight, hiding from our friends because while the rest of them might get fucked up and fuck, this was more than that and I don’t mind saying that I need this time with this girl to set me straight and get me through the week. Sunday mornings were for playing music and making love, slow and sweet until she flushed and made that little sound of surprise. Until she opened her eyes and smiled at me, that candymouth smile that a lesser man would try to own but that I was happy just to hide in. Sunday mornings buried deep inside of her, completely surrounded by the brown tangle of hair and the big brown eyes and the little pink mouth and pink nipples and the dark pink sweet wet oh fuck yes and coming with a shudder and her name on my tongue. On Sunday mornings we could wash away the bourbon and mint and the shit of anot
her week surrounded by people too wrapped up in their own pain to notice anyone else’s in a cool shower that starts with shampoo and ends with surprised little ‘oh”s spilling out of that girl’s mouth.

And yeah, she is in love with my best friend and he is in love with her and that makes me a prick. But he ain’t smart enough to know that he loves her yet, and even when he figures it out he’s gonna fuck it up because he’s Edward Cullen and he doesn’t know what a heart is for. But still, when he figures it out and he comes for her she’ll go and that’ll be okay. Because even if he doesn’t fuck it all up and he gets the rest of his life with her, well, I got Sunday mornings first. I got Sunday mornings with Ella and Etta and strawberry Pop Tarts and crumbs in the bed and white cotton panties that give under my tongue, that trap my fingers right inside of her where I am the musician and she is the instrument. Sunday mornings watching Bullitt or Bond or reading Dick or Faulkner. She likes it when I read her Faulkner. She likes my drawl and I like her smile so we both win with that one.

Seriously, it’s just… gorgeous. It will make you laugh, cry, swoon – perhaps breath a little heavily (more than once) and then you’ll finish reading it with a smile on your face. I know a lot of people refuse to read stories that involve Jasper/Bella relationships, but I’m always asking (begging, pleading, demanding) people to open their minds and embrace something new, just because she’s not with Edward doesn’t mean it can’t be beautiful.

I implore you to get past your pre-conceived notions and just go into it with an open-mind. I promise, you won’t regret it! While you’re there, don’t forget to leave Chicklette some love.