Disclaimer: I do not own the twilight series nor any of it's characters -they belong to Stephanie Meyer. I simply love playing with them.

For those of you want to know if this is a worthwhile story to read, I'm going to give you a slightly more in depth summarization here:

This an AU story with canon pairings. It's essentially me fooling around with making Alice and Jasper get together in present day. Yes, there will be more Cullens, and yes, they are vampires. No, Alice is not one of them right now. This is a slightly different take on Alice's visions with a more three dimensional personality than in the books. Hopefully this story makes you see her in a whole new way.

If you're looking for a lemon-y story, you've come to the wrong place. I am incapable of writing anything somewhat dirty without blushing crazily and feeling entirely stupid. Any sort of romance in this will be sweet or comedic.

IF (big if) I continue with this story, Alice's name will change from Mary to Alice. Promise.

With all that being said, enjoy!

Mary.

My name is Mary Alice Brandon, and I have the most temperamental premonitions of all time.

Ever since I could remember, I was able to see things that weren't there. For example, I saw myself getting a puppy for my fifth birthday, a boyfriend at the age of seventeen and my period right after. However, none of that happened. Now that's not to say that I never got that boyfriend or my period, because I'll have you know that I had the pleasure (or rather horror) of experiencing both, it's just that I came around to getting those things in ways much different then the ones that I saw…

The whole puppy thing would be the best place to attempt to explain this whole mess to you. So here it goes, the story of my life: take one.

It was two weeks before my fifth birthday when I had my first vision of -you guessed it- me getting a puppy from my parents. He was a big brown thing with a tangled mess of curls and a tendency to drool too much. I -of course, couldn't have been happier and as a result bounced into my mother's confused arms and told her stories of how much fun the puppy would have with us. She blamed my strange behaviour on a sugar high of some sort, as most parents would, before zipping me up and taking me to the park.

There were many dogs at the park; I screamed, squealed and squeaked with delight as I pointed out their cute ears and fluffy tails. None of the dogs wanted to have anything to do with such a shrill assertive little thing, leaving my mother on 'dog body guard' duty. When we arrived home I was sent to my room for my unreasonable behaviour, and listened through the door as my father came home. I remembered it all so well.

"Beth? I'm home!"

"I'm in the kitchen!" My mother replied, no doubt in my mind that she already had today's newspaper and a cup of wine waiting for him on the table. Always prepared.

"Mmm, thanks, Honey." He said, followed by the scuffing of chairs being dragged out.

"How was your day?"

"About as entertaining as a white collar job can be. Where's Mary?"

"In her room." My mother replied in a short voice.

"Ah… good. I came across something at work." He told her, his voice dropping slightly. "I was looking at the bulletin outside my office when I saw a… with brown cur-… thought… gift… with me?"

I pressed my ear closer to the key hole, unable to make out everything he said.

"You want to get Mary a dog? After today, I'd have to say that is a definite no. We were at the park earlier and she wouldn't stop talking about this puppy that she was so intent upon getting. She just about murdered all of those poor dogs ear drums, Blake! I hope to god that you didn't put this idea in her head without so much as consulting me first!"

"Of course not! The bulletin, Beth, I swear. That's what made me think of it!"

"You're sure?" Mom asked in her menacing voice that I knew was matched with an equally as spine chilling glare.

"Yes, darling. I'm certain of it."

"Good, because there is no way that my daughter is ever going to subject a helpess dog to a life of shrill laughter and dress up games."

Just like that, I had lost my puppy.

It was with much repetition of events such as that one, that I realised that speaking about things I saw before they happened often meant that they wouldn't come true. In fact, it was still a concept that I had yet to fully grasp.

Everything in my life boiled down to these visions of things that weren't there. Visions of things that shouldn't be there, my mother had yelled. Things that couldn't be there, my countless therapists insisted. And one day I almost stopped fighting them, because after hearing their words so many times, it was hard to not believe that I was crazy. Almost.

My saviour came to me in the form of a vision: a tall blonde boy with a southern drawl and blue eyes deeper than my sorrows. One look at him, him smiling blurrily at me in my head, and I knew that I was going to be okay.

And that I was going to be getting my period a week after dating him.

Sick life.

Author's Note: So there you have it! (I had to add in that last line for my friend, she's been somewhat of a superhero to me these past couple days). I hope you enjoyed it and will send me some feed back on what you think. I admittedly have no clue where I am going with this story, if anywhere at all.

Thank you for reading, ~Ali.