17 Forever Lisa
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Collaboration post with @belladuluk.
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Title: Hope, Friends, and Courage
Author: Twinned (aka Lisa and Fran)
Beta: kiTT
Pairing: Jackson and Kate
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters, unfortunately. I owe thanks to Stephenie Meyer and her dream. I do not own the Jazzward manip used on the Seventeen Men cover, unfortunately. I owe props to Lostimortal2 and her mad skillz. I do not own the mortgage on this blog. What I do own is a new pair of ballz I grew recently. No copyright infringement is intended.
Hope, Friends, and Courage is not fictional. Anything reflecting true events is more than a coincidence. Behavior and words contained in this story belong to the author(s) and do not necessarily reflect the views of the owner of this blog. This story contains references to slash of the M/M variety. To borrow a phrase...YUM. If you are not 18 or think you will have your opinion of me (Lisa) confirmed, please do not read any further. You're going to anyway aren't you ;)
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LISA'S POV
Call it fate, call it Texas-sized stars lining up just right, or call it me wearing her down, but somewhere along the way, ff author Conversed let me into her (im)proper British world. We went from author/reader, to author/stalker, to friend/friend. Lucky, lucky me.
If you check out Conversed's author bio (here), you'll find this picture:
Kate had a friend who went on a Twi cruise and got Michael Welch (Mike Newton) to sign her t-shirt. One day Kate and I were talking about me going to the 100 Monkeys concert in Chicago, and I mentioned it would be cool to have Jackson sign her t-shirt. This conversation took place way before I won a meet and greet with the band. It was just something I wanted to try and make happen if given the chance. In the end, due to a series of events regarding broken water pipes and packing stuff up in her attic, Kate wasn't able to locate her t-shirt to send to me. That could have been where the story ended.
As many of you already know, kiTT and I do a collab series of TwiPeople Magazine Covers highlighting fanfiction Edwards. Each month a different ff story/author is featured and a new Sexiest Ward Alive is named. (You can check out back issues by clicking on the links on the rh sidebar.) kiTT knew that Kate's ff stories Twinned and Seventeen Men owned me and gave me her blessing to do a special double issue of TwiPeople (here). This is the cover I designed for Seventeen Men (the sequel to Twinned), which is told solely from Jasper's POV. It's the one and only cover dedicated to the Sexiest Jasper Alive :)
So when I found out I was going to get to meet Jackson and his band on July 7th and that it was Kate's birthday on the 8th, an idea started forming. I didn’t know if I’d have the ballz to actually go through with it though.
The night before I left for Chicago, I was notified that I could take a guest with me to the meet and greet. It took me less than 17 seconds to know that it had to be Fran. I needed a partner in crime…an enabler…someone who was as passionate about my mission as I was.
For those of you who haven't read the post on my blog yet, the remaining details regarding the meet and greet can be found here. This epilogue picks up at the point where I grew a pair ;)
Fran distracted the boys while I talked to Jackson off to the side. I asked him if he would mind signing something for a friend who was celebrating a birthday the following day, and he said, "Sure!"
I pulled a copy of the Seventeen Men cover out of my envelope but kept it facing me. I then asked him if he'd heard of fanfiction, and he answered, "Yeeeeeeees," drawing it out in the form of a nervous question.
I told him that the friend who was having a birthday was a fanfic author and that she'd written the most amazing stories and, of course, we picture him in them. So then I asked him if he'd ever heard of slash within the world of fanfiction, and he said no. I explained that it was the genre that these stories were written in and that we'd even love to see them turned into film manuscripts (!). Before showing him the cover, I added the disclaimer, "You are probably going to shit."
I then turned it around and handed it to him. He put his left hand up to his scruffy chin, and I watched his face as he looked at it. He scratched his chin thoughtfully with his thumb and index finger and proceeded to really look at it. I could see his eyes moving back and forth as he read the quote. He nodded his head slowly, his eyebrows lifted, his eyes went a little wide, he tilted his head and nodded again, his eyes got a little wider…a silent symbol of "Oh. Oh!" as the quote sunk in.
I explained that there was this great graphic artist who had a whole series of Jazzward manipulations, one of which I had used on the design. He nodded, still looking at the page, and then placed it on the stool beside us, asking who he should make the autograph out to. I replied, “Kate.”
He signed it and then handed it back to me. By now, Fran had joined us and proceeded to back me up by telling him what a truly beautiful story Seventeen Men was and that the author was very talented and had such a way with words.
Pulling out the extra copy I had printed out, I handed it to him and told him it was his to keep. He pointed to the corner where I'd typed "Sequel to Twinned" and the FFn url and asked, "So this is where I can find the story?"
Fran and I left with the Hope that Jackson’s curiosity would get the best of him, especially since someone was ballzy enough to bring the stories to his attention. Then I saw this tweet he sent the other day. Maybe, just maybe, he’s already checked it out ;)
@JacksonRathbone: @Nutellaval @OhMyRobsten23 Happy birthday, doll-face...
If that reference doesn't mean anything to you, then you haven't read Twinned and/or Seventeen Men. Shame on you! Favorite them. Read them. You won't regret it. Honest.
It took me awhile, but I finally got the cover framed and sent off to Kate as a late surprise birthday present. One morning while we were exchanging emails and working on something together for TruceOver's birthday, I got this email from her:
Subject: OMG OMG OMG OMG
I am a snot sobbing WRECK right now.
I have to go lie on my bed for a minute.
You just killed me. I think you know what you've done.
<3 <3 <3
I emailed her back and she didn't reply for awhile, so I emailed her again and said that there would be an awful lot of people unhappy if I truly did kill her. Thank goodness she lives and is still talking to me after receiving her gift. (The captions are Kate's words.)
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| I can't stop looking at it! |
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| She sent a beautiful card depicting a Cowboy with his ponies, as well as a Lone Star. <3 |
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| And this is where the picture lives now. A little bit of Jackson in my writing space. See all those little Post-its on the right? They are the last lines for my stories. LOL A/N: Hearing "last lines" made me cry...again. |
As I told Kate in the letter I enclosed with her gift, while it wasn't an autograph on her iconic t-shirt, I hoped she liked it. When all was said and done, I think we're both happy I went through with it.
I also promised you the story behind me saying that I shed a ton of tears on my Chicago trip. I shared a room with Fran and Jude (@Double_Dippin) and the last night we were there, Micki (@Micki_Martini) stayed with us. You see, the final chapter of Seventeen Men had posted a couple days before. Fran, Jayla (@ChefJayla), and I knew it was the end and were putting it off. I would have loved to have been able to read it with Jayla who had also come to Chicago, but the timing just didn't work out. So Fran and I sat in bed in our pjs with her laptop on her lap and got ready to read it together. I started an ugly cry the minute she launched the chapter. I think Jude and Micki alternated between wanting to laugh at me and cry for me. As avid ff readers themselves, they could relate to a story you're attached to coming to an end and being all sorts of sad.
While I miss Jasper and his very own Cullen like crazy, it was time. Kate had gifted us with the perfect journey. That's why I did what I did in the long run. I wanted to give something back to someone who had given so much to me...and so many other readers.
Thanks to kiTT for letting me tell this story here instead of on my personal blog where my family might stumble across it and have me committed ;)
Thanks to Fran for letting me do some Cullen-style leanin' at the meet and greet and during the reading of Seventeen Men...especially at the very end.
But most of all, thanks to Kate for teaching me that angst can be beautiful (happy now?) and for reaffirming that love is love.
FRAN'S POV
I’m going to let you all in on a little secret. Rob, cover your ears. I think I’ve fallen for another man. A southern, down-home gentleman. I thought there could only be one special someone who could lure me in with their odd mix of hot boy next door and twinkle in the eye, yet there are two, as in “Twinned.”
The ultimate decision to fly half way across the country to see Jackson and his band 100 Monkeys came to me in a gradual way after 'meeting' Lisa first through email and then in person at the WFE premiere in NYC. Thankfully, it turns out Lisa and I are “Twinned.”
One of the things we bonded over was fanfiction. One day she randomly asked if I ever read “slash ff.” I innocently replied that I usually don’t like “violence” but I’d give it a try. "No," she calmly replied, "That’s not what slash is." She then sent me the link to Twinned by Conversed. All I could think after realizing what slash really was is that “Lisa must think I’m an idiot.”
No, she didn’t laugh or ever make me feel insignificant. Lisa is to Jasper, as I am to Dollface. Well, sorta, kinda. At least in my world where I can relate and compare most anything to fanfiction. Lisa led me to a story and an author who owns words heavy enough to “lasso and bring down stars for the taking.” Mine, is Lisa.
Seventeen Men by Conversed is written by someone who I’ve described as being able to channel old souls, those with the wisdom of the ages. Her characters come to life and speak in voices that make you feel, make you ache, make you love, and make you wiser. Her Jasper, among other story characters, spoke to me so intensely. I fell hard for Jasper. And since her Jasper was inspired by Jackson, I slowly started to fall hard for the real-life version of southern perfection.
My instincts led me to Chicago mostly for the chance for some time with Lisa and my Chicago area girls: UABMarie, Kassie, Mary, NaughtyMarie.
I was thrilled when Lisa said she’d won a “meet and greet” with the group. The ultimate “gasp” moment for me came when she said she was allowed to bring a friend along and she picked ME! With this honor came my determination to make her experience as special as I could. So I put on my big girl panties during that private meet and greet, and during that moment, it was all for Lisa. Lisa was so super charged to meet Jackson, I mean like Rob crazed. I did my best to shift the focus on her being in that moment and getting the autograph for Kate.
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| A/N from Lisa: I almost died when I saw this picture for the first time and almost didn't post it. Fran's NOT distracting the boys. I'm so f*cking nervous I'm rehearsing my speech. The tour manager (purple shirt) is probably thinking about calling security. But forget all of that. Let's focus on Jackson's hands on his hips... |
But the following moments belong to ME. Before the meet and greet, before the concert, there was Jackson who suddenly appeared two feet in front of me, with that shit ass grin of his. He is a “Little Shit,” the way he moves, the way he’s so playful, and the way he’s so comfortable with who he is. I was drawn into his aura. Yeah, that’s right, it’s true. I became an idiot. My mind just left me somewhere within that pull of his.
Here’s how the events of my capture went down:We VIP ticketholders were privy to an acoustic private set, followed by pictures with the band. I believe I was one of the first in line. I even left Lisa’s side and left her in the dust to fend for herself. I told you, I just lost my head and apparently my lack of self confidence too. While the girl took my camera to set up the shot, and at this point I honestly don’t know what came over me... I marched right up to Jackson, who was off to the side ready for the line up picture. I shyly said, “Hi. Jackson, may I have a hug, please?” I swear to you, I don’t know where that came from. He said, and I may not have the exact wording (mind left me remember), "Why yes, Darlin'." He took two small steps toward me and... grabbed ME gently, then squeezed ME real tight, and smiled right in MY face, like up soooo f**king close girls! I could have, should have, licked him all over that pretty face of his. I could have, should have sucked on those dam dimples. Those dimples and that grin ought to be illegal because they are dangerous. They cause minds to be lost. And then he let me go, and I just moved right in close and had my picture taken in a drunken Jackson haze. All I know for sure is he smelled like soap, had a vampire Jasper-like grip, and I was lost.
I continued with the rest of the events, but I’ll have to defer to Lisa for the accurate details. All I know is I took some crotch shots and other various shots I probably had no business taking, but it’s really all Jackson’s fault so just enjoy them.
Lisa has everything. Kate has her framed, signed Seventeen Men cover. kiTT has her picture of Mohawtie. But I have MY FREAKING DOWN HOME, TIGHT HUG!
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Beta's Note: I've gotta say that I can just hear Jackson saying 'Yeeeeeeees' in my head perfectly now that I have met him. And should I ever meet him again, I will insist he call me doll-face....or at least doll. Great job girls!! The rent on the blog space is due by the end of the month!
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