'Sup fellow fanfictioners! Let me first say this: I do not own Twilight or any of the characters. Besides the ones that I have yet to make up. :)
Anyway with all the huzzah about the new Twilight movie coming out I felt the need to suddenly get immersed back into the wonderful world that Stephenie Meyer has created for us bookies. I absolutely love Jasper and Alice, and not only cause she shares my name! Well, just let me know how you guys feel about this fiction and if it seems to have potential and what not. Also they aren't vampires in this story and their personalities may be just a tad warped. Just a tad...

Oh, also I speak no Italian whatsoever. Anything that seems like gibberish is from Babel Fish so blame them if the Italian is wrong. I would've written in Chinese ping-ying but we all know what a turn-on that is. Not.

Italicized writing indicates Jasper's thoughts. I hope you'll realize that for yourself once you begin reading the story but if not well that's what this is for.

Chappie One

Jasper Whitlock sighed noisily, brushing off the beads of sweat that had already formed on his pale forehead. It was one of those days in the middle of summer, the kind that dragged on and left a person the victim to the sun's perilous rays. Unfortunately, Jasper was the current so-called victim. Donning jeans and a grey sweater that matched the shade of his eyes, Jasper wanted nothing more than to return to his wonderfully gloomy Seattle, where he didn't have to worry about burning to a mere crisp.

Damn you Emmet. I am going to kick your ass when you least expect it. Jasper thought darkly, his narrowed eyes gone unnoticed by his oblivious friend. Emmet had suddenly burst into Jasper's apartment a week ago and unceremoniously declared that he had signed them up for a tour in Italy, with a gay tour group no less.

"Why the hell would you sign us up to go to Italy with a gay tour group? Yesterday at the bar you certainly weren't acting gay, especially with the way you were all over that blonde."

Emmet held up his hands, a small smirk on his lips no doubt caused from the memory of last night. "Hey, I'm looking out for you man. You've been so uptight these past few months, with your job and Mar-", Emmet closed his mouth at the look in Jaspers eyes. He groaned, "See what I mean? Jazz, it's been two months since you guys have broken up. You need to get over her, before I also start to go insane. Plus, the gay tour group was the only one with open spots. And think about all those beautiful Italian ladies." Emmet wiggled his thick eyebrows for effect and Jasper couldn't help but smile a bit.

Jasper finally relented, "Fine. But you're paying."

Emmet loudly whooped and promptly began shimmying and chanting under his breath, "Italian babes, Italian babes, sexy, dark Italian babes!"

And here they were in Italy a week later; surrounded by non-Italian men who flirted with each other and did each other's nail polish. Jasper wanted to not only kill Emmet, but kill him in the slowest, most painful way possible. To make matters worse, once it was clear both Jasper and Emmet had come together, it was automatically assumed that they were actually together. Emmet made a joke of it, placing his hands on Jaspers waist and winking at the other men when Jasper swiftly threw his hand off.

"Aw, don't mind Jazzy. He's shy. He hates it whenever I show him affection in public. But you should see him when we're in bed; he's an absolute beast." Emmet fanned himself while grinning, and the other men either pouted or whistled. Everyone was sitting near the front of the bus while Jasper sat in the back. Still, he heard everything. Jasper merely put on his earphones and determinedly stared out the window for the rest of the bus ride, the music blaring out at the highest volume.





Jasper woke with a start. Emmet had sometime moved from the front, and was currently sitting next to Jasper. Emmet's head was lolling about as he mumbled incoherently under his breath. Rubbing his eye, Jasper took off his earphones once he realized that his mp3's battery was dead.

Probably because I put it on the loudest volume, Jasper winced.

He then proceeded to glancing around the bus. Everyone else was asleep and the bus driver had turned on the radio to a station where a woman was crooning softly. They still had a good two hours before they reached their next destination. Furrowing his eyebrow, Jasper wondered what woke him. Leaning back into his seat, he gazed at the Italian countryside. The hills rolled and dipped into each other, mist teasing the surface with subtle caresses. The sun shyly peaked over the hills and Jasper found his breath caught in his throat at the breathtaking landscape that lay vulnerably before him. Quickly taking his camera out of his bag, Jasper snapped a couple of shots, ignoring the slight reflection of the window.

His eye was still attached to the camera's lenses when he noticed a lone figure on the nearly abandoned road. The person was jumping up and down, waving frantically at the bus with one hand and holding a small bag in the other. Jasper stared in a daze at the small figure attempted to chase the bus as it moved forward. It wasn't until the person had completely disappeared from his view did Jasper break out of his trance and yell for the bus driver to stop, waking a few others of the group members in the process.

The driver cursed at Jasper in Italian, but Jasper paid him no heed as he rushed off the bus to go greet the lone person.

What the hell are you doing Jasper? Jasper didn't know. The whole thing seemed rather surreal. But as he neared the person he felt something inside of him ache.

"Oh." The girl, for Jasper was now close enough to make a clear distinction, gasped this.

"Siete giusto? (Are you okay?)" Jasper stuttered this in Italian, hoping that she would be able to understand him. She didn't respond, but simply uttered out wordless sentences as she tried to catch her breath. In her silence, Jasper took advantage to gaze at her. Her hair was long, the dark russet strands curling defiantly. In the sun's rising rays her eyes, no doubt normally brown, blazed golden and Jasper found himself captivated. His eyes lowered to stare at her soft lips and it wasn't until a second later did Jasper realize those pale lips were forming words.

"-grazi il dio! Ho pensato che sterà andando morire fuori qui. (-hank God! I thought I was going to die out here.)" She was looking at him expectantly, and Jasper realized she was waiting for him to give a response of some sort. He opened his mouth then closed it. He could understand Italian well enough; it was actually speaking that proved to be difficult.

"Uh…" Jasper wanted to hit himself for muttering out something that sounded like something Emmet would say.

The girl cocked an eyebrow and realization further brightened her eyes.

It is possible for eyes to shine that much? Jasper resisted covering his own.

"Ah, you don't speak Italian?" Her voice was lilted with a slight accent. It was a pretty accent, one that left Jasper blushing.

He angrily rubbed at his cheeks for betraying him. "Yeah, I'm actually a tourist." Way to state the obvious dipshit.

By then the bus driver had come off and ambled towards them, a scowl residing on his normally good natured face. Neville, the tour guide, had also joined the bus driver and was also scowling, but it was softened by the yawn that broke his concentration.

"What's the fuss?" Neville grumbled, "We still have a long way to go before we reach Tuscany."

Until now the girl had been ignored but she spoke up, a smile dimpling her cheeks, "I'm headed there too, and if you don't mind sir, I'd appreciate if you would allow me to join your group- at least until we reach Tuscany." Jasper looked at the girl in surprise.

I didn't know she could speak English so well.

Despite being gay himself, it seemed Neville could not remain immune to the girl's charms and put up a rather sad fight before wearily nodding his assent. The bus driver merely complained underneath his breath, no doubt irritated at their journey's interruption.

When they climbed back into the bus, everyone had wakened up by then. The girl flinched when she first realized all the men's eyes trained on her, but then straightened her back and boldly challenged them back with her gaze. Jasper was impressed.

As they walked down the aisle, he leaned down to whisper to her, "Don't worry. Everyone on this bus is more or less gay."

Although he was behind her, Jasper somehow instinctively knew that she was smiling. They reached the back to where he and Emmet were seated. Emmet. Jasper had momentarily forgotten about his friend and glanced at his face. Jasper wanted to groan. Emmet had a sly smile on his face and looked as if Christmas had arrived early.

"Ah, ciao bello! (Ah, hello beautiful!)" Emmet purred this out and to Jasper's surprise the girl in front of him giggled. Quelling down the feelings of unease in his chest, Jasper gently pushed the girl to one of the seats and sat smack down between the two. Emmet's smirk faltered before he merely reached over and clasped her hand, ignoring Jasper's glare. "Che cosa è il vostro nome? O dovrei continu aare denominarlo bello? (What's your name? Or should I keep calling you beautiful?)"

Jasper wasn't sure if he should just bite the offended hand in front of him or gape at Emmet.

Since when the hell could Emmet speak Italian?

The girl, to Jasper's relief, seemed more amused by Emmet's flirting than attracted by it. "Il mio nome è Alice. Ora dicami che questo, siete normalmente così dolce con altri quando il vostro ragazzo è di destra vicino voi? (My name is Alice. Now tell me this, are you normally so sweet with others when your boyfriend is right next to you?)"

Jasper choked back a laugh at Emmet's expression. Serves you right for convincing everyone else, Jasper thought darkly. Then he, too blanched. She thought he was gay! Gay with freaking Emmet! Still, Jasper refrained from correcting her. It would be bad if everyone else found out that they were not only lying about being together, but also about being gay. Far from it, Jasper found himself thinking as he surreptitiously cast another gaze at Alice's profile.

Emmet huffed and returned to his side, giving Jasper the stink-eye. Jasper dutifully ignored it and turned his right where Alice sat. "If you don't mind me asking, why were you walking?" Alice flushed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, an action Jasper found rather endearing. "To tell you the truth, my car broke down a few miles back. Fed up, I decided just to walk to Tuscany, but I had no idea it was still so far!" Her hands were making nonsensical gestures and her eyes had widened, as if talking about the ordeal was just as awful as going through it. The gold bangles on her slim wrist clinked together and added to the animation of her anecdote.

Jasper held back a smile and attempted to look admonishing. "So you just abandoned you car there?"

"Well, she's a traitor! Let me tell you, it's not the first time she's broken down on me." Alice's eyes narrowed and this time Jasper did laugh.

She gave a sheepish smile. "You must think of me as being very strange."

"Very."

Alice stared at Jasper's straight face and promptly began chortling. Although it was soft and husky, her laugh settled deep inside of Jasper and made his chest contract. The skin on his nose began to flush. He coughed into his hands to cover up his nose and silently cursed. Damn, I have got to stop blushing in front of her.

She had laughed only briefly, but she leaned her head back and let out a content sigh, her body sinking into the seat. Jasper allowed himself a quick peek at her, afraid he would start blushing again. To his surprise she was staring straight at him. Instead of glancing away, something he would've normally done had he gotten caught staring, he offered a small smile. She grinned, apparently pleased with his action, and went back to closing her eyes, quietly humming a melody that he was unfamiliar with.

Jasper turned to his left only to find Emmet giving him a strange look. Crap. Alice may have not noticed anything strange about Jasper's blushing, but then again, she thought he was gay. Emmet, however, had known Jasper since he was fifteen. Jasper attempted to stare coolly back but this only caused Emmet to grin before giving Jasper a thumbs-up and a wink.

"So, how did you two meet?"

Both Jasper and Emmet jumped at Alice's sudden voice and glanced at her blankly.

She raised an eyebrow and it finally dawned on Jasper what she had asked. He let out a forced laugh.

"How we met? You don't want to hear about that, it's nothing special."

Please, please play along Emmet.

Emmet let a wicked grin take over his features. "Actually, sweet Jazzy here is embarrassed about mentioning it but I don't mind telling if it's to such a bellazza like you."

I am going to rip off your testicles then fed it to rabid dogs you bastard.

Alice's eyes lightened with curiosity and excitement and that was all Emmet needed to continue with his story.

"Well, you see, we actually met at a gay bar. Jazz here was completely pissed and dancing up on the table-"

Jasper quickly interrupted. "Actually, Emmy dear, I think you were the one who was drunk and flaunting your body."

"That's cute Jazz, but you know you're the only one I like strip dancing for."

Alice laughed and although he knew it was at his own expense, Jasper couldn't help but smile at the sound. That smile was quickly wiped off when he noticed the look Emmet was giving him. Stealthily elbowing Emmet in the stomach, Jasper turned towards Alice. "Yeah, like I said, you really don't want to hear how we met."

She smiled charmingly then and Jasper had to avert his eyes before he ended up blushing, again. "I don't know, I think it's rather sweet. You two make a good couple."

Emmet, if anything, looked even more amused by this and gave Jasper his shit-eating smile. Jasper choked out a feeble 'thanks'. To Jasper's immense relief, Alice stopped asking questions and slipped on headphones, bopping her head to the tunes. It was cute, the way she couldn't seem to contain herself when listening to music. Jasper wondered if she played an instrument.

I bet she plays the piano. Or maybe the violin.

Jasper was interrupted by Emmet whispering in his ear, "Dude, you so have the hots for her!"

"No I don't."

"Yes, you do. You keep staring and smiling at her. It's kinda grossing me out here."

Jasper scowled. Emmet was probably right about the smiling part.

"That still doesn't mean I like her!"

"I never said anything about liking her. I just said that you want her. You luuust her." Emmet said this in a sing-song tune and Jasper had to clamp his mouth before he said it any louder.

"Okay, maybe I'm attracted to her. But that doesn't mean anything." Jasper whispered this heatedly.

Emmet only smiled and let out a sound that sounded a cross between a scoff and a snort.

Smug idiot, what the hell does he know anyway?

Jasper glanced over at Alice and although she wasn't looking back he still found himself turning red. Emmet let out a snicker beside him. Damn.

:) I hope you guys enjoyed that.

Review, review, review! Cause there's nothing I love better than reading comments that tell me what an amazing person I am. Haha, kidding. I'd really appreciate any criticism, but nothing that will cause me to lock myself in my room and weep myself to sleep over the weekend.