Author's note: Hey! So I wasn't very happy with the first chapter I did, so I decided to re do it! Please continue reading and review!:)
Disclaimer: I do not, and I never will, own Twilight, it's story, or it's characters.
The sun shined brightly over us, making her eyes look brighter than before. She was smiling to herself, as a monarch butterfly flew around her in circles. Her high cheek bones. Her soft, slightly tan skin. Her round, big doe brown eyes, framed by her long, black eyelashes. Her eye brows were soft paint strokes, Her thick, long, dark hair tied up in a messy braid. Her soft neck, delicate colar bone. Her muted pink shirt, and her faded designer jeans. Her beauty was undeniable, if a little unexpected.
"Why?" The loud, gruffness in my voice seemed to disturb the picture, not quite fitting in to the serene prettiness of it all.
She was still smiling when she turned to me, her teeth white and her lips a natural dark pink color.
"Why what?" Her voice was high, bell like, and soft. It seemed to bring the serenity back, and I felt even more out of place. Me, the clumsy, tall, guy with the messy blonde hair and blue eyes. The scar I had right above my eyebrow, the freckle on my jaw, the whole package just seemed not to fit.
"Why do you love me?" It was a question I so desperately wanted to ask her the first time we had been talking. Why me? What makes me so deserving of your complete willingness to so selflessly love me, unconditionally? Why do you care? Why am I so important?
Alice looked away, a pretty blush covering her cheeks. She looked at the orange and black butterfly that had so gracefully landed on her jean-clad leg.
"Did you know in the second grade I did a project on the monarch butterfly? We were told to choose any animal, any insect, to do it on. They're just so beautiful and peaceful, you know?" I actually did not know. In second grade the only thing I did a project on was some type of monkey.
"Their life span is short. A day for us, is a year for them. It's quite sad if you think about it." She leaned her head back and watched as the butterfly flew away.
"You didn't answer my question." It came out quiet. Soft.
"No, I guess I didn't. First, I need you to answer mine." I nodded my head and laid on my back on the grass and watched as she twirled a piece of grass in between her fingers.
"How do you know I love you? I never said it. Not to you, not to many people. Yet, you seem so sure of it." I blushed, realizing how obnoxious what I said could be perceived.
"I guess I've always known. I feel it. It's like, you loving me is the way it's always been. The way it's always supposed to be." I looked her in the eye as I continued. "It's comforting. Knowing that you care. It's always been like that." Turning away, I looked up at the cloud less sky, that was just so blue. "I'm not sure what I'd do if it changed." The last part I mostly said to myself, though I knew Alice could hear me. "Now can you answer my question?"
"You just answered it for me." She stared up at the sky, copying my pose. "I've always loved you, I don't know how else to be. It's the things have been since sixth grade. Truth is, I'm not even sure why I do. I just know that you make me feel….normal. Anchored. Sometimes I feel like just the slighted wind could blow me over, but you're what's keeping my feet on the ground." She slowly inhaled, and exhaled, and I let the sound of her breathing soothe me. I closed my eyes, feeling the warmth of the son on my face.
"I love you. There's no doubt about that. The reason? Because I just do. You were always something unattainable. Someone who could not, who would not, love me back. Now, you feel like a real person. Before, I fell in love with Jasper Whitlock. Now I'm in love with you."
And I knew it. I felt it, every time she looked at me. Every time she would smile at me. Every time she would happen to brush past me. I felt her love, and it was the most amazing feeling. The only thing I can compare it to is freezing in some cave up in Antartica, then coming out to see the sun and it just warms up your whole body, so warm. I needed it. I needed the reassurance. I needed the feeling that came with being loved. All in all, I just needed Alice.
Alice Cullen loved me. And I might feel the same way. Looking at her, her eyes closed, her eye lashes fluttering against her cheeks. I felt undeserving of her so selfless love. I wanted to be. I wanted to be deserving of her heart. I wanted to be that person that people could understand why she loved him. I wanted to be that person who would be there when she got accepted into her dream college. The one she looked to for comfort. The one that would move into an apartment with her. The one that would propose to her any day besides her birthday or Valentine's Day because she wanted the occasion to be something else entirely. The one that would be standing at the alter, watching as she came down the aisle. The one that so rightfully won her heart. I wanted to be the one for her. And I hoped to God she was the one for me.
Alice Cullen loves me, Jasper. And I might love her back.