Okay, so my show is finally over which means that my updating schedule should be consistent until I leave for sleep away camp. Now I know that this weekend I should have been catching up, but last night inspiration struck, and when you have a lead, you go with it. So many of you love my new story, White Walls, because you love Alice and Jasper, but what you have been asking for is an all-human Alice/Jasper story. So here it is. The intro is short, but the updates will be longer. Please review. I feel so bad when I beg for reviews, but I get so much traffic, but very little reviews. Love you all!

I couldn't believe I was letting her do this to me. Here I was, a 24 year old man who could make decisions for himself, but instead was being dragged across town by none other than his demanding, selfish, and insanely beautiful sister.

"Jasper, for the last time, she is amazing! Listen to her. She was right about me and Emmett. This fortune teller was the best bridal shower gift Bella could have gotten for me. The girls and I had so much fun."

"Yes, Rosalie. The girls."

"She can see boy's futures as well."

"Doesn't mean I'll enjoy it."

"You don't have to enjoy it. You just need a conclusion. An ending. With all that you've been through."

"I've gone through the same things that everyone else has been through."

"I think not. Being in the army? Watching your best friend die? Having your mother die? Having your fiancée die?

This was not the time to re-experience the deaths of all the people whom I loved.

"Enough, Rose. I don't need to re-live the rough patches of my life."

"No. You need to move on."

"And some gypsy is gonna help me with that?"

"Yes. She's going to give you permission to move on. To get on with your life."

"A gypsy." I scoffed

"She's no gypsy, Jasper. If that's what you're looking for, then you'll be disappointed. She's not some old cuckoo, who is covered in bright shades of silk, with a parrot, a purple turban, and huge hoop earrings. She's a down to earth girl who is gifted and insightful."

"If you say so." I sighed, as she pushed open a door

There was a soft jingle as the door swung open, and I was immediately smacked in the face with rows of multi colored beads that hung from the ceiling.

It was 20 times worse than I pictured it.

The furniture was all mismatched and the room smelled of scented candles of various scents. Vanilla. Lavender. Orange. Like a bouquet of scented wax. There were dozens upon dozens of crystal balls. Each with a different tint of color. Pastel scarves hanging from the rafters. Glitter upon the floors.

What had I gotten myself into?

I removed my gaze from the scenery and focused on the "gifted girl" who was chattering away to my sister. She was attractive, yes, but much different than my sister. It was like seeing night and day side by side. Rosalie was blonde, and the gypsy had hair the color of pitch or black ink. Rosalie's hair was long, curly ringlets, while the fortune teller's was short and spiky, sticking out in every possible direction. Tall and short. Serious and artsy. Blue eyes and hazel eyes.

"You must be Jasper." She sang, prancing towards me

"Mind reader?" I laughed

"No. Rosalie told me." She smiled

Then the familiar ring of Rosalie's cell phone interrupted our introduction.

"Hi, baby…yes…mhmm…really?...okay…sure…no you hang up…no you…okay…I love you too…yes,later…kay,bye."

"Emmett?" I guessed

"Psychic?" The gyspy smiled up at me

"No, just instinct." I told her

"Well, I have to run some errands, so I'll leave you two to find the future on your own. Okay, Jasper?"

"Just dandy." I sighed, making a point of rolling my eyes

"Thanks again, Alice." She called, pushing open the doors, and leaving us alone to the sound of jingling bells…and the most beautiful name I'd ever heard.

Alice. Short and sweet. It fit her. Alice.

"Well, Jasper, why don't you have a seat, so that we can get started?"

She led me over to a couch, and I sat down. She gracefully folded herself into a pretzel, and sat cross-legged on the floor, holding a silk pillow to herself.

"Would you prefer if I sat on the floor as well?" I asked

"That would be ideal." She whispered

I slid off of the couch and sat on the floor in a similar position to hers, although it looked completely different.

"Why are you here, Jasper?"

Why was I here? Wasn't that fairly obvious? Had she been oblivious to my entrance?

"Because my sister dragged me here."

"No. Deep down, why are you here?"

"The truth?"

"That would be nice."

"I need closure."

"Closure for what? Don't be afraid to speak the truth. The complete truth."

"Maria."