A.N.

Twilight and all characters involved belong to Stephenie Meyer.

What?!

Yes, that's right.

No way, impossible!!

Very possible, actually…

Oh…my…God… Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer – who would have guessed??

APOV

Oh, I can't wait! All the boys have gone out, so it's only Esme, Rosalie and me at home. I can hardly sit still, let alone concentrate on the book I was reading. WE ARE GOING (drum roll, please!)…SHOPPING!! But we have to wait for the shops to actually, um, open…

My leg is jingling up and down impatiently. Rosalie is drifting around upstairs somewhere, not really sure what she's doing. Esme is sitting at a table nearby, looking over some design plans. I leant back on the couch and let my head dangle over the arm rest. I read the clock upside down. Damn! Still thirty-nine minutes, twenty-three seconds and forty-seven, forty-six, forty-five – oh, shut up! I could keep on going like that forever – milliseconds, until it was a reasonable time to leave. I sat back up properly, fingers drumming.

Suddenly my body tensed and my eyes blurred, then refocused. The vision was very clear, someone has made a decision that they probably won't change their mind on. I recognised the building, it was the jewellers. And…Jasper was there, with Esme. They went inside and walked over to a stand with…rings…

The vision disappeared.

I screamed.

A sound of exultation. Esme looked up at me with alarm; Rosalie came flying down the stairs. I leapt up from the couch and jumped and span around, still screaming. Rosalie looked so baffled, it was comical. I launched myself at Esme – who seemed quite afraid – and hugged her enthusiastically, then did the same to Rosalie.

"Alice?" asked Esme cautiously. "What did you see?"

"Jasper!" I squealed. "He's going to PROPOSE!"

Esme's shell-shocked expression turned to one of pure joy. She came forward and squeezed me tightly and kissed my forehead. Rosalie came over, smiling and hugged me.

"Congratulations," she whispered in my ear.

"Esme, you were in the vision too, Jasper's going to ask you to help him pick the ring!"

Esme looked delighted.

"Do you know when?" she asked.

"No, but hopefully soon!"

I danced around on the spot, grinning. Rosalie watched me with amusement.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait!" I said, stopping abruptly and eying them seriously. "Don't give Jasper the slightest hint that I know he's proposing. I want to act surprised." They nodded solemnly.

My heart wasn't into shopping as much as usual – I know, shock, horror! – I had more important things on my mind. Images of a big, flowery wedding kept bursting into my head at random points and totally distracting me. Like when the shop assistant asked me whether I wanted to try on some clothes and I replied dreamily, "I do."

The boys bet us home – not surprising, really, we were gone for about six hours. As I came through the door I was still thinking about the wedding. Edward looked at me sharply. Oh crap! I glared at him.

Don't you DARE say anything to Jasper. I will MURDER you!

Edward laughed. How dare he?! I could be scary if I wanted to. He nodded. I sighed exasperatedly. Was he agreeing that he would keep his mouth shut…or that I could be scary?

"Both," he said. Emmett looked at him curiously, and then shrugged.

Later that day, I was looking through a couple of jewellery magazines that I had planted on the table. Emmett and Edward had started putting together a colossal jigsaw puzzle on the floor. Jasper was reading the book I had discarded earlier.

I sighed theatrically.

"What is it?" asked Jasper. I touched a bracelet on the glossy page.

"Isn't it pretty?" Jasper looked at it.

"Um…I guess."

"I love silver jewellery. I like silver jewellery more than gold."

Edward laughed. Shut up, you moron!

Jasper looked at Edward and then at me curiously.

"Hmm."

The next day, Rosalie and I left to go hunting. Wow, we were gone a long time…almost three hours. Rosalie kept saying, "Oh, look, I've never been down there before – let's go look!" Or, "I wonder if there are anymore of those flowers…they would look pretty on the dining room table."

I was a bit suspicious, but I said nothing.

A few more hours went past. I floated around arranging flowers that Rosalie and I had brought back from our "hunting" trip.

Then another vision hit.

Jasper and I, deep in a forest with the full moon high in the sky. Its light glittered on the peaceful river and it turned the leaves and flowers around us silver. Jasper slid down to one knee…No, NO! STOP! I don't want to see…don't want to see. With exhausting mental force, I pulled away from the vision. It left me on my hands and knees and with a pounding headache.

A couple of days went by. I could have checked on the calendar when the next full moon was, but I didn't.

One night, Jasper came up to me and took me by the hand.

"Alice, will you come with me?" he asked almost shyly.

If my heart was still beating at that moment, it would have thudded right out of my chest. Jasper led me through the house, past our family, but I had eyes only for him. I just caught sight of Esme beaming at us.

Once we were outside, in the darkness, I looked up. There it was; a majestic full moon, high above us. I bit back the enormous smile that would betray me.

I let Jasper guide me through the trees as we began to pick up the pace. We travelled in silence for three minutes. Then we stopped. This was the place. The moon was reflected on the river and the plants were silver in the moonlight. It was a magical place. A perfect place.

Still holding my hand, Jasper turned slowly to face me. I stared deep into his eyes. There was nothing more beautiful in this world. The forest was still, as though expecting something extraordinary to happen…and it did.

Gazing into my eyes, Jasper slid gracefully down onto one knee. I couldn't keep it at bay any loner – I smiled.

"Alice," began Jasper. I almost laughed at how serious he sounded. I could tell he hadn't been rehearsing this. He was being solemn and genuine. "I…I wasn't whole before I met you. My life had no meaning. I love you Alice. Will you marry me?"

"Yes," I whispered. "Yes, Jasper. I love you."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring. He slid it on my finger.

I laughed, "It's silver."

Jasper stood up and narrowed his eyes.

"You knew all along, didn't you?"

"Um…yes…"

He sighed. "I'm never going to be able to surprise you, am I?"

"Of course not."

Jasper smiled, inclined his head and kissed me.

So…that's it. I think I've finished, but I might do it from Jasper's POV. Please read and review and tell me if you think I should write it in Jasper's POV. Wow, I've said "Jasper's POV" tooooo many times. Let's say it once more, just to be safe…Jasper's POV.

Yep, I'm just strange.