I wanted to post this on Feb 13th…but I ended up hanging with friends and didn't get to post this until Feb 14th…so HAPPY VALENTINES' DAY…

Okay I was reading FictionPress, when I came across this one story that I thought was cute. I have the link up on my profile of the original story that I read. Anyways, so I took the idea and kinda made it my own. Plus…I have personal experience of actually getting stuck in an elevator when I was, like, eight years old. Till this day, I'm still scared to get stuck in an elevator…well not all elevators…just the one I got stuck in because it's one of the elevators I take to see my parents when they are working the ticket office at the Rangers. ANYWAYS! Enjoy!

Summary: February 13, you are cordially invited to state at the elegant Meyer Hotel in downtown Seattle. It's a free stay. All you have to do is get on the elevator. Oh and you just might find your true love going up.

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Going Up?
By Nollie Marie

Alice's Story

Nothing can be sweeter than you are

I parked my little yellow Porsche behind my good friend and one of my roommate Bella Swan's old Chevy truck. I could never understand just how she loved that silly thing. It could hardly go higher than fifty miles per hour without the engine about to die.

Rolling my eyes, I headed inside to get out of the cold mist, deciding to see if either Rosalie, my other good friend and roommate, had checked mail. I had a really long day at the children's day care I worked at, but the children were so cute and adorable so it made it worth wild. I inserted the mail box key and opened it to see that either of my girl friends had picked up mail.

"Lazy butts," I giggled and grabbed the handful of envelopes that was stuffed in there. I was thankful that we went with one of the middle boxes instead of one on top. I would have needed a stepping stool to get up there. But our landlord took pity on me…or was it because I had him wrapped around my finger with a sweet little smile.

I headed up stairs, flipping through our mail. There were a few cards for Rosalie and I for Valentine's Day which this upcoming Wednesday. Besides the three cards from our parents, the rest of the mail was junk mail, one magazine subscription for Rosalie, and two bills.

"Told you that Alice was going to get mail," was the first thing I heard when I opened the front door of the three bedroom apartment that I shared with my girls.

I looked up from flipping through the mail and smiled. Rosalie Hale was the sexy goddess sitting on the couch, her long model legs crossed. The short-shorts she was wearing only made her legs longer than they were and the black tank top she was wearing fitted to her torso like second skin. I watched for a second Rosalie twirl one of her golden locks around her finger before looking at the loveseat to see Isabella Swan looking up from one of her worn novels that was given to her years ago. I don't even think she's read 'See Spot Run' as her first book.

"I wonder what you girls would do without me," I chuckled, dropping my purse on the table by the door and the mail on the coffee table.

"I would be able to live in jeans and a t-shirt," Bella said, before licking her finger to flip another page.

Rosalie laughed as I jumped onto Bella's back. Bella, unprepared for my actions, screams and threw her book into the air.

"Mary Alice Brandon!" she said, grabbing a pillow at her feet and hitting me in the head.

I smiled and let go of her to flop down beside the silently laughing Rosalie. Bella glared at me as she got up to go look around for book. (I bet you reader that it landed in the kitchen, in the sink that I forgot to drain this morning. Ten bucks?)

"So what was in the mail today?" Rosalie asked. "My monthly magazine subscription was suppose to come in today."

I leaned forward to pick up the mail when I heard a smother scream. I smiled as Bella stormed back into the living room, holding out her soaked book in hand, water dripping onto the wood floors. (Haha told you! That will be ten bucks. Aw, no cash? Well I take credit cards, checks, and money orders. Just make it out to Mary Alice Brandon!)

"Sorry, Bella," I said, putting on my innocent face.

Bella rolled her eyes and threw the book at me. I squeaked and ducked. The book went sailing over my head and smacked against the wall. It slowly slid down the pale peach wall.

"Anyways, yes your magazine came in," I said, handing over her magazine and card over to Rosalie.

"Thank you," Rosalie said, grabbing the car magazine and flipping through the pages.

I rolled my eyes and went looking through the mail again. The card I got was from my parents, who I haven't seen since I moved into Seattle nearly ten years ago for college. I tossed Bella the bills, knowing she would take care of the finances and tell us how much we owned in part.

"Junk mail, junk mail, junk—ooo this looks interesting," I said, seeing the envelope with a return address from that elegant Meyer Hotel in downtown Seattle.

I opened it, thinking that maybe it was just junk mail but still wanted to read what they were sending me. Maybe they were offering me a stay for the weekend at half off their normal priced weekend rates. Well it was an offering…but not the one I thought.

"Hey listen to this," I said. "Dear Ms. Brandon, we here at Meyer Hotel would like to extend a complimentary stay at our hotel this Valentines' Day. It's is one night stay in our penthouse suite, with room service and all our hotel faculties. And it's free. All you have to do is show up at our front desk to receive your key for the night. We at Meyer Hotel make it our job to make sure that your Valentines' Day is everything sweet. We are looking forward to your stay."

I blinked, looking up from the signature was located at the bottom of the letter.

"Okay, there has to be some catch," Rosalie said. "There is no why that a hotel like Meyer Hotel is just…giving…you one free night stay there."

I shrugged.

"Maybe you should call them, see if there is really a reservation there under your name," Bella suggested.

"That's a great idea," I said, jumping up to get my cell phone from my purse.

I heard my two friends muttering in the distance as I called the number that was located at the bottom of the hotel stationary.

"Meyer Hotel, this is Theresa speaking. How might I help you?" said a pleasant sounding woman on the phone.

"Hi, Theresa," I said, smiling as I walked back into the living room. Bella and Rosalie were watching me carefully. "I just made a reservation for this Tuesday and I'm calling to make sure it went through. The last time I made a reservation, I ended up making the reservation in Milan instead of Seattle. I still don't know how I made that mistake."

The woman gave a brief chuckle before saying, "No problem, I just need your name."

"Last name Brandon," I said, placing my hand on my hip. "First name Mary, though I normally go by Alice."

"I'll check both, just in case, just give me a moment ma'am," she said.

"No problem," I said.

I only had to wait a moment though.

"Ah, yes, your reservation went through Ms. Brandon."

I blinked. "What? Really?" Rosalie and Bella looked between each other, both looking shocked.

Theresa chuckled. "Yes ma'am. There is a reservation on Tuesday, February 13, 2007, for a Ms. Mary Alice Brandon for the penthouse suite."

I felt myself sink onto the floor, my legs out to the side. This really couldn't be happening. Really it couldn't be.

"Will there be anything else for you ma'am?" Theresa asked.

"No…you answered everything," I said, breathless.

"Okay Ms. Brandon, I hope you have a lovely day."

I said a quick good bye to Theresa and hung up.

"Alice?" Bella said, leaning forward. "Are you okay?"

"I have no idea," I said, blinking. "No idea at all."

After the minor setback of actually being surprised (something at doesn't happen often), the idea of staying at the elegant Meyer Hotel actually sounded good. Really good, considering it was a free stay. The morning of my free stay, Bella and Rosalie helped me pack. Bella kept reminding me that it was only one stay so I didn't really need a lot of clothes. I sometimes wonder if she knows anything about me. I ended up bring one small suitcase, which is light in my humble opinion.

So me and my lonely suitcase—it wanted one of its fellow suitcase members but Bella locked them in her room—went to the Meyer Hotel. I loved looking up at the hotel's face. It was so…grand, so elegant! And I couldn't believe I was going to be staying here tonight.

Inhaling quickly, I walked away from valet parking and into hotel's lobby. Oh my God! It's even more beautiful on the inside than it was on the outside! Tickled pink, I skipped to the check-in desk where a helpful woman in a dress suit stood.

"Hi, welcome to Meyer Hotel," she said, smiling at me. "How might I be of assistance?"

"Hi, I have reservation," I said, smiling back at her. "Under the name Brandon."

The lady typed furiously on the keyboard before going, "Aha! Yes, one night stay in the penthouse suite, all costs taken care of."

I let out a squeal. The front desk clerk looked a little taken back and slightly scared.

"Here's your key," she said, handing over one smooth plastic keycard. "Breakfast is served between seven and ten. If there is anything you need, don't be afraid to call. I hope you have a wonderful stay here at Meyer Hotel."

"Thanks," I said, grabbing hold of the key and made a beeline for the elevator.

I was positively full of happiness. I couldn't believe that I was staying at THE Meyer Hotel! I let out all my happiness once I was in the elevator. I pressed the button for the penthouse suite and let out a happy squeal again as soon as the doors closed.

I watched the little numbers light up one by one as it the elevator went up towards floor twenty-four. The elevator came to a slow stop at floor six and I let out a groan. I really didn't want to stop!

I looked down at my purse, looking for my mirror as the doors opened. I brushed my hair back as someone entered the elevator.

"Gagh, I need a trim," I muttered, when some of my hair fell into my eyes. Besides, I think I saw a split in. I wonder if Gabby is working at that salon still.

"I know," said the person next to me in a deep voice, somewhere between a tenor and bass…and also in a country tinted accent. "I haven't cut my hair in almost three months."

I turned my mirror in the direction of the stranger just as he pressed the button for the ninth floor, and felt my jaw dropped. Oh my…GOD! I closed my mirror and turned my head in the direction of him to get a better look of him. He was tall…then again to my short four something—I don't keep track of how short I am, all I know is that this body is short but full of fun!—frame, everyone was taller than me, but this guy was six feet or taller. He was lanky but with some muscle tone. And he was blonde, a shaggy blonde with probably blue eyes. I'm sucker for blue eyes.

I bit my lip and looked up at the numbers that we're lighting up. We had just passed the seventh floor, about to reach the eighth floor, when there was a sudden flicker in the lights above us and the elevator came to a grinding stop. Caught off guard, I jerked forward and would have slammed into the elevator wall because of the space, but two warm hands caught me.

The stranger up righted me, making sure my feet were firmly on the ground, before asking, "Are you alright, ma'am?"

I looked up and into his beautiful blue eyes. My heart froze for a second before picking up its rhythm. He's eyes weren't just blue they were that beautiful cobalt color.

"Um…thank you," he said, his lips twitching like he wanted to smile.

I blinked. Huh? Oh…crap. I must have just said about how his cobalt eyes were beautiful.

"Jasper Whitlock," he said, offering me his hand in the familiar introduction way.

"Mary Alice Brandon," I said, putting my hand in his. "But just call me Alice, no one but my mother calls me Mary."

He smiled and, to my surprise—which as I said before, doesn't happen often—, he raised my hand and laid a kiss against my knuckles. I blinked. W-O-W!

"So, how about we get out of here, hm?" Jasper said, lowering my hand with a slight smile.

I realized that he never let go of my hand after the kiss.

"I take it you want to take me to somewhere nice and get to know me," I said, smiling back at him.

There was a slight twinkle in his eye and I knew that his answer was yes.

It didn't take long for hotel stuff to get someone to get us out of the elevator, maybe thirty minutes. But it felt like five in my book. Jasper was telling me all about his life, how he grew up in Texas, near Houston. He told me how he had a younger sister, barely into her teens. The way he described her, I knew that she was a sweet little girl, someone I would get along with. He then asked about me. He didn't push for answers, but I wanted to give them to him. I had nothing to hide.

As soon as we were out of that elevator, he took me to a little sushi place down the street from the hotel to get to know each other some more. But I knew everything I needed about him.

He was the one.

So, what do you guys think? I totally wanted to post this yesterday but yeah…one day late. Close enough. I'll update in two weeks with Rosalie's story! Meanwhile, review and let me know what you think.

Huggles,
Nollie

PS—I'll edit this later!