a/n- Okay, NOW do you understand that I was serious when I said I write a LOT???

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer… blah blah blah…

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APOV

This reminded me so much of a question I'd had on the SAT only a few weeks ago:

"A woman boards a train from Chicago to Washington…"

I had come to Chicago to return my stupid SAT prep book (and to get away from my hovering ex) I danced through the isles of double-paired seats, looking for A-3. The train was packed- every seat was full. Some people thumbed through magazines, some slept, snoring obnoxiously.

Finally, I saw my seat…right next to the hottest guy I had ever seen. He had curly, honey blonde hair, hazel eyes…and was staring right at me.

JPOV

I was the luckiest guy on the face of the planet.

I was just sitting there, staring at the back of the seat in front of me, waiting for the dang train to take off, when all of the sudden, the cutest girl I had ever seen waltzed up to me. I couldn't help but stare- she was a lot like the girls we had back home in Texas- brown hair, brown eyes, yada yada- but a whole lot hotter.

Her hair was cut in an odd way- a pixie cut, you might call it, and she was tiny. And I mean tiny. Short, probably a foot-and-a-half shorter than me, with tiny features.

I realized I was still staring as she awkwardly struggled to put her bag on the overhead rack. She grunted and jumped a few times- couldn't have that.

"Would you like some help?" I asked her, getting up from my seat.

She smiled, melting me with those beautiful brown eyes as she handed me the small suitcase. I slid it in easily next to my duffel as she took her seat next to mine.

"Thank you for the help." she smiled, "You have no idea how embarrassing that can be."

I chuckled deeply. "I think I can understand. My name's Jasper, by the way." I said in my slight southern drawl.

"Alice." she said, reaching out to shake my hand- I kissed it instead. She giggled- music to my ears- and blushed a delicate pink.

"So, Jasper," she said, changing the subject, "what do you do?"

"I just graduated from high school a few weeks ago." I told her honestly.

"Me too- that's the reason I had to come to Chicago- so I could return my stupid SAT prep book."

"Where are you headed?" I asked her, hoping to extend my time with this charming girl.

"Forks." she huffed, sounding as if she'd rather be headed somewhere else.

Yes! I cheered mentally. "Me too."

Her face brightened a bit, as if she were cheered by the idea. Could she feel the same? She reached into her purse (which was bigger than she was) and dug out a silver iPod.

"Quick," she said, "give me a song. Any song. I'll bet I have it."

I thought for a minute, watching her curiously as she wiped one earbud off with a sanitary wipe.

"Sorry." she mumbled, "I'm not saying anything- I'm just a total germophobic. The song?"

I chuckled. "Live your life." I said, doubtfully eyeing her as she scrolled through her play lists. She didn't seem the type to listen to rap.

"Ah ha!" she said triumphantly, handing the earbud to me.

I sat back and relaxed, listening to music with the girl of my dreams…a complete stranger.

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a/n- Ooh! I see sparks! How can this possibly end??? I promise, the next chapter will have more APOV. Sorry- I had to make Alice a klutz for the next part to be cute.