The Sounds of May
Alice and Jasper met when they were nine and parted ways when they were thirteen. Eight years later, Alice returns to Forks and reunites with Jasper. Only problem; she's getting married to someone else in eight weeks. Original Pairings. All human. Jasper/Alice centric.

Authors Note: Ok so this is my first time posting an actual fic. Well I've posted a few before on some fan forums and a few a long ways back but this is the first one that will be multi-chapter and possibly different from the rest I've done before. I dedicate this Chapter to my friend Kaya. She inspired me to write and post this fic. As well as forced me to watch Romantic movies a billion times and listen to sappy love songs that totally make up this story. Anyhow, Happy Reading.

Alice POV
[Present day; Seattle, Washington. May 25, 2007]

Today was a beautiful day, regardless of the rather gloom situation the sun shone brighter than ever before. It was mid spring, May to be exact. May, 25 is says on the calendar folded beside me. The days crossed off and the 25th day was marked with a heart I made. Fourteen weeks ago when the day meant something special, something interesting.

May always happens to be the most interesting month, therefore titled my favorite month of the year. It beats out December by a mile. May was when I was born, May was when I made my first steps, May was when I first said my first words, May was when I first went to school (Oh yes late I know but I wasn't accepted into the school until my birthday!), May was the first time I visited Forks.

May…May was the first time I met Jasper. May was the first time he asked me out, that same May I had my first kiss. May, was special. But somehow, this May wasn't. It wasn't bright or happy but instead it was gloomy, sorrowful. I guess I brought it up to myself to have a bad month. Way to go Alice.

Every bride says the day of the wedding was grand, beautiful to say the least. To me, it wasn't the best at all. My thoughts were scattered everywhere like how the pollens are around this month. So many things that bothered me inside, I couldn't exactly pinpoint one exact subject. I could not even focus on what was going on outside of my head. It was far more complicated than just simple, I never was simple. Everything had to be sophisticated or complicated. Strike two for you Ali.

I let out a sigh as I tried to break away from my thoughts and back to reality. I sat in the hotel suite in Seattle, Washington. The room was large, a piano sat in the lounge, a door separated the large space from the bed room, where I sat. Staring into space and prying away from reality into the guilt thoughts pounding in my head.

My blue orbs finally gazed up at the clock that hung on the wall; 2:30. My eyes hid behind my lids yet again. In less than an hour, I would be making my way down the aisle. To the alter, and to the side of the man I was to marry. Making my wedding vows to a man I know in my heart I do not love as much as I loved another.

James, he was good in his own way. He gave me life after things got rocky, bumpy and dark. He became my replacement for the man who left a permanent scar on my heart. James was only second best compared to the man I truly loved. Even then, James wasn't prefect either and I had my hardships with him. Several for a fact but nothing James did could beat out the other man. He was perfection on legs but I guess perfection likes to make other people feel pain.

God, How I hate him. No not, James. God bless that mans soul though I'm sure James is more or so on the right hand side of the devil. I have all rights however, to put every single blame on one man. Let's call him, Major.

I remember when I first met Major, I was nine and he was vision of perfection. God must've spent more time on him than any other man on earth. I was fooling myself though, all that time I was a fool. A fool to believe that he, he would be Prince Charming. Sweeping me off my little feet and riding off into the sunset, living happily ever after. What a lie.

Something hit me eight weeks before my wedding day. A calling I guess, a voice in the back of my head wanting to live the past again. So I did. I went back and I revisited my past, and it was like childhood all over again. I hate that saying, "Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice shame on me." It was too damn true.

My eyes were glued to my reflection in the mirror, staring blankly. Like I was some hollow shell, empty and lonely. The bride wasn't supposed to be feeling this way. No way was a bride supposed to feel like this day was a death sentence. I swear, this has got to be the worst day of my life and that might just be an understatement.

I felt miserable. How can I be miserable? I was sitting in the most elegant gown any girl would die for, getting married in the most expensive hotel in Seattle, minutes away from THE perfect wedding. And I mean perfect. Years I've planned this wedding, but surely HE knew how to ruin it all. My wedding day seemed so wrong now, and I have him to blame.

All I heard a soft knock on my door, my heart jumping as I broke away from my thoughts. A sense of fake happiness filling me as I noticed Bella enter and her reflection come closer to mine. I smiled faintly at the other girl. She looking stunning in that blue dress I chose for my Maid of Honor. I felt proud I even got her in a dress; it took a lot of convincing and begging actually.

"Alice." She stated, her voice was filled with sympathy. I knew in my heart she wanted to tell me something, something along the lines of 'Alice you're making the biggest mistake of your life. Please don't go through with this.' Or 'Alice, James is great and all but you know your clearly in love with someone else. Someone who will treat you better.' Hell I knew it was the truth, but Bella would never voice it out. She was my best friend; she would do everything I wanted her to do. Even if it meant pretending to be happy for me as I say my 'I do's to someone I don't exactly love.

I gave her another reassuring smile, failing to turn around to face her but looking at her through her reflection. She definitely was trying to make me feel better.

"You look beautiful, Al. Any man would be lucky to have you." She told me, "Oh uh I have to say, this color does look good on me. Edward actually said it was a fitting dress." She added trying to lighten me up. She knew it wouldn't work but I give her credit for trying. It probably was hard on her too, seeing her best friend looking like a mess on the biggest day of her life. I couldn't blame her, if Bells looked like this on her wedding day I would've gone on a manhunt for the man responsible for this. Which could either be Edward or that Jacob kid but that's not the point. Right Alice say something.

"Thanks. And yeah, Glad Edward likes it."I finally spoke for the first time this entire day. My voice was steady and almost dull. Something you rarely see from this Pixie. It was some sort of reassurance for Bella anyway, wouldn't want her to feel guilty she was going along with all this. Everyone who knew me probably felt guilty or bad about it all but they can't do anything. I made my choice and I'm sticking with it. No one and I mean no one can change my mind now. They can't I wouldn't let them.

"Yeah, Jacob even said something but you know had to just smile and nod." Bella spoke giving out a nervous laugh. She's scared to laugh because I could snap at her at any given minute. She knew that more than anyone. She smiled faintly at me before taking my bouquet of bluebells and roses and placing it in between my hands. Her own hands holding them in place before I held them.

"Just remember, I love you, Al. It's your day, let's have some fun because I didn't wear this dress just to see the most beautiful Mary Alice Brandon sit here in this hotel room doing nothing. Not the Alice I know." She spoke as she finally moved away as the door creaked open yet again.

"Hey, Its time."I heard Edward call out to us. Breaking the silent moment Bells and I shared. Way to go Eddie, just when I was feeling slightly better you remind me that I have hell to face. I rolled my eyes before faking a smile at both of them. Just act happy Alice, and no one will ever care. You can get this damn day over with then you're free. Stay cool, you can do it. Quirky happy Alice.

I rose from my chair letting my white gown finally look right, rather than the scrunched up look it had when I was sitting. Edward was leaning by the door frame, nonchalantly looking at us but his eyes weren't on me but on Bella. How I envied them and the perfect love they shared. I was lucky to have friends like, Bells and Edward and Emmett and Rose. But seeing the couples made me die a little inside. I envied what they had; it was obvious because I couldn't have it. Yet again, its something I can blame him for.

Bella made her way back to Edward's side and I just waved the bouquet lightly shooing them.

"I need my prep time. Go you lovebirds. I'll be down at the Garden's to face the music don't worry." I reassured them, trying to put some jokes in my little reassurance speech. I wasn't planning on running, where the hell could I run anyway? I was wearing a big puffy wedding dress. I'm sure anyone would eyes would be able to spot the little 4 foot 9 inches of me running in a dress.

I kept my smile up, pretending to be happy came natural now I guess. I just looked at them, and they smiled at me nodding. At least they got used to the pretending to be happy for me charade.

I looked back to the mirror, making sure every bit of me was still intact besides my heart of course. That one I'm sure can't be fixed-ever. At least, no one can tell I've been crying, I can hide my fears and worries and put a smile on my face to fool the world. That's what I needed to do and that's what I did do.

Taking one deep breathe, I finally made my way out of the room and down the hallway. I took my time making my way down the hallway. The beginning of the most important march of my life.

The lights seemed so bright, lighting my way and making my dress glow in the midst of the darkness. My blue eyes kept a steady look at what was ahead of me. No need for a mishap, though I'm the graceful one compared to Bella who was the klutz. Just couldn't afford to ruin the dress now. I can at least look good on the outside while I was sitting a mess inside.

I made a halt in front of the elevators, pressing the down button and waiting for it to ding and open. I closed my eyes, taking slow steady breathes as I prepared my mind, body and I guess whatever was left of my soul; for the big event.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as I heard the elevator ding and the doors open. But once the doors opened my glance looked at a pair of cowboy boots. They were familiar, the ones only he wore and could pull off. Slowly I moved my eyes up, higher and higher. A gasp escaped my lips as my eyes met with his emerald green orbs. They were hidden underneath his honey colored hair, ruffled like how I remember it last; his green eyes mesmerized me that I could no longer move, no longer think. Everything stopped.

"Ali." He called out to me; his husky voice brought back memories. Brought back everything to my mind. I fought back tears, screaming emotions, and everything else that was going through my. I couldn't function right anymore. My mind was racing, three hundred miles an hour and my heart was pounding in my chest I thought I was going to have a heart attack.

I loathed him. For bringing every single pain ever imaginable to me. But at the same time that I hated him, I was in love with him. Unconditionally and hopelessly in love with him.

"Alice." He called out to me again, but this time my entire world began to blur. The look on my face was a mixture of confusion, love, hate, misery and about every other expression known to man. I can't believe he was right there in front of me. The nerve he has to come and make my day worse. A part of me though felt relieved. Oh yes, relieved. That he was there, coming to rescue me from my perils.

But I think, this time; this time it was a little too late. It was too late for Prince Charming and his white horse to save me. I was already minutes away from my wedding with no intentions of changing my mind.

I felt a hand cup my face and a tear slid down my cheek. I didn't even care that it did, my lips quivered and I was speechless. "Alice." His soft voice called out to me again, his eyes looking at mine but I refused to lock eyes with him. I don't want to, not anymore. I couldn't, my mind, my logics refused to face the man who let the pain pour down on me like rain.

"Alice, Look at me." He spoke, ordering me to look. Using those soft hands to wipe away my tear and make me look at him. And when I finally did, all I saw was the bright mid spring day years back in his eyes.

The same one I saw when I was nine on our trip to Forks. That was how all this started. I was just nine; he was turning ten in a month. I was the new kid in town, while he was the golden boy. I guess it's time to remind myself why I'm miserable. It all started when Jasper and I first met…

Pixies Note: Yes I am no longer writing it as Authors note instead, Pixies note. Just because Pixie sounds more reasonable. Anyhow, hope it was alright for everyone. And as you guys can tell I gave you an insight of an upcoming chapter but have no fear the "Present time" will come later and I'm sure I'll be writing that specific chapter in Jazzy's POV. For now, we're going back in time for a little Love Story. Reviews would be amazing considering I need feedback since it's my first post on here. Soooo off you go to Review. Yes? Yes? GOOD! Pixie out! :]