A/N: Another one of my silly stories, I have no idea where I came up with an idea like this. XD Anyways...enjoy!
Disclaimer: Jasper and Alice belong to Stephenie Meyer
Dance to the Moon
She was the most graceful thing I had ever seen. She twirled and leaped, a flurry of silk and strings following her every movement. On my lap, my sketch lay forgotten as I watched over her. Over 50 years and she still memorized me; I'd never grow tired of watching her.
As the music faded, her movements also stopped and she opened her eyes and looked at me. Golden piercing eyes framed by a ring of spiky black hair, she was a vision of beauty.
"Jasper?" she turned to face me. "Did you get your sketch done?"
I smiled calmly back at her, "Of course not, love, how could I?"
Her eyes laughed and she came to stand behind me, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder as she looked at my sketch.
On the paper lay a half finished sketch of a girl dancing, the perfect replica of Alice.
She sighed and wound her arms around my neck. She whispered into my ear, "You never finish your sketches, Jazzy, what am I going to do with you?"
I laughed, which cause her to join in, soprano with bass. "What are you going to do with me, a frustrated artist?"
She took my hand and gently pulled me up. "We'll search the world for inspiration."
"I have all the inspiration I need," I replied and tucked a loose hair behind her ear.
"Then we'll go for a walk, look the moon is up!" she giggled, collected my sketchbook and danced to the door. I followed her and we ran, to the edge of the sea.
And there was the moon, full and big, just rising over the horizon. As we sat on the beach, her eyes glazed over and I instantly crouched over her, waiting for her to come out of her revere.
She snapped out of her revere and smiled a full smile at me. "You'll finish your drawing, Jasper and it is beautiful."
"Your glances are subjective, Alice," I reminded her.
She smiled an all knowing smile, "This one is certain, as certain as I am in front of you."
She stood up and began to dance, twirling in the sand, with the full moon behind her, outlining her features and making her glow.
That was the inspiration I was waiting for, I quickly sketched and shaded the picture. She continued to dance to the silent music with her eyes closed.
I drew and drew and then I stopped. It was finished, still needed to be coloured, but it was perfect.
As she heard me snap the case close, she stopped and eyed my picture. "It's done?"
"Of course, I had my inspiration," I chuckled and looked at her.
"May I see?" she asked curiosity colouring her voice.
"Not till it's done, love," I told her.
She laughed and picked up my hand, tugging me up. "Dance with me Jasper?"
I laughed, "No music, Alice."
She shook her head, "There's always music, just listen."
And true to her word, the sounds of the ocean became the beat, the crickets: the instruments and the wind our melody.
We danced until the moon was straight overhead, far away and small.
"What are you going to call the picture?" she murmered.
"I don't know, but it'll come," I told her. She smiled, gathered her sandals and we headed home.
I spent the next couple of days, perfecting the colours and the drawing. Finally, in the late hours of the night, I finished it.
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It hung in on our wall, framed by wood, above our desk. In the picture, a petit girl with spiky black hair, danced to imaginative music, just like that night. The moon was full and big, it hid behind her, nothing compared to her.
Underneath the picture was the title, finally decided it read,
"Dance to the Moon."
A/N: Ahhh it's so short, but I can't seem to write very long stories, if some random inspiration comes, I might continue.
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