Okay, here goes. This is my new fan fiction, because I didn't want to continue the Rosalie/Alice one. This one will have a better plot, instead of starting off with the in-your-face smut like the last one did, and hopefully it will last longer than the others too.
I am hoping that you will all be real nice, and review this one as much as the others, and also I would like to alert you to another one of mine, choices. I'm juggling writing this, that, and trying to continue others, although they look kind of unlikely.
Hope you enjoy, I know I'll enjoy writing it. Thank you in advance. I'm going to try to update regularly, although other things, like revision may come calling.
Please review, I'll love you forever. :]
Chapter I
I am so sick of Jessica taking me places, trying to get me to meet people and make new friends. All I want is to concentrate on my studies, not get a boyfriend I want to spend the rest of my life with. I had been on so many dates with guys Jessica thought 'suitable' for me I must have broken some sort of record. I never rang any of them again after the 'date' was over. Some of them had been okay, but I couldn't see any of them lasting more than a couple of months. I don't know why she keeps persisting when it's more than obvious I'd rather be in my room writing one of my English essays again, trying to make it better. That's what a normal Friday night consists of, when I'm not dragged about by Jess. Tonight is a Friday. I hadn't been on one of Jess' 'dates' in so long, I had almost started to hope she would have given up, but all that came crashing down around me when she waltzed into my room announcing she'd found the 'perfect' person for me. She had 'forgotten' to tell me he was twenty two until now.
'Come on, Jess. He's four years older than me. What would he ever see in someone so young?' I asked, hoping she would change her mind about the date and let me go home.
'Alice, he's not that old, Mike's twenty three.'
'You're twenty,' I stated. 'It doesn't matter for you anyways; you're completely in love and stuff. I don't want that yet. I just want my degree and then I can find love. Why can't you let me do that?'
She stopped and sighed. For and amazing second I could almost think she would let me turn back. Of course, this was Jessica we were talking about, and therefore she wouldn't give up. Almost like me dragging Bella shopping and spending Edward's money on her. She hates that. It's possible it's as much as I hate this, courtesy of Jessica-bloody-Stanley. I hate her so much sometimes, and it doesn't help that she doesn't half annoy me mostly, but I guess I'm going to be living with her until she leaves, and therefore must play the nice-girl act. She appeared to forget what she was going to say as she turned and continued marching off towards the restaurant to find Mike and this mystery twenty two-year-old. I didn't carry on walking, hoping she wouldn't miss me and I could turn around and run back to what I would be calling 'home' for the next couple of years. No luck.
'Mary Alice Cullen!' she yelled, 'Get those little legs moving! Honestly! Do you ever want to have fun?' I could just kill her for using my full name sometimes. I slowly walked towards The Belle Restaurant, knowing it wouldn't make a good impression.
When we got into the newly-found hell-hole I spotted Mike right away. He was chatting to a more than less reluctant guy who was sitting sulkily in the chair next to him. He was very good looking, with long blonde hair and a toned upper body. He had long eyelashes framing bright blue eyes that looked fairly intelligent. He didn't look that old, he had a young face, but it was mature at the same time. I looked opposite him and saw Jessica sitting down already while I was staring. I grudgingly took my seat next to her and stared at the ceiling.
'Alice,' she growled, 'this is Jasper. Jasper, this is Alice.' She narrowed her eyes, forcing me to look at him and say something. Luckily he didn't notice and decided to make the first move.
'Hi,' he stated. He seemed as bored by his friend's behaviour as I was with mine. Well, it looked like we had one thing in common, if nothing else.
'Hey,' I replied, not bothering to try to communicate. I knew nothing would come of this, just like the others. I looked to my left and saw Jessica and Mike making faces to each other and muttering I love you over and over. Well, it could be that they were saying 'elephant juice'; I couldn't actually hear them, just see their lips moving.
I looked back up at the ceiling, knowing Jessica was beyond noticing my actions.
'You know Alice; this is going to be a long evening if we just sit here. We may as well talk to each other. Even if nothing does progress of this, which admittedly, none of my other 'dates',' he made quotation marks with his fingers at the last word, 'have, but we might be friends. You look familiar, anyway. Do you have a brother or a sister or something?'
I smiled at the thought of people knowing my brother. Everyone knew him. He used to be a bit of a playboy type before he settled with Bella.
'Edward Cullen.' I looked at him as I said it to watch his expression. Not many of the guys liked him; he'd had a few flings with other people girlfriends. Strangely, Jasper smiled.
'I know him,' he said. 'I used to share a room when he first came. I moved out and apparently he's sharing with a guy called Emmett now. He seems a pretty alright sort of fellow, though.'
'Yeah, Emmett's really nice. He's just like a cuddly bear, really. Behind all the muscle and brawn, he's so sweet.'
He laughed, 'I must say, I've never heard Emmett and cuddly and bear in the same sentence. Most think he's a huge monster, hell, I think even Edward did at first. Don't blame them; he can look kind of menacing.' The conversation moved on and too soon it was the end of the night, we exchanged phone numbers, but strangely enough, it wasn't because Jessica was nudging me to. I wanted to. Jasper was such a nice guy. He suggested that we do it again sometime, and he told me he would ring in the next week to arrange something. I honestly couldn't wait.
'Bella,' I said after my second date with Jasper a week later, 'I really think I can see this going somewhere. Honestly, I really like him.' I was gushing all that had happened to Bella while sitting on the edge of her sofa, with the T.V on. The original plan was to watch Forever After, one of my all-time favourite films, but I had been bursting to talk to someone other than Jess about Jasper.
'Alice, be careful. He's so much older than you are, I don't want him stringing you along. Maybe you should tell Edward.'
'Bells come on. Edward would freak the poor boy. He wouldn't accept my dating Callum who was only one year older than I was so how's he going to take it when I mention that Jazz is twenty two? He won't like it either way, and I know you two spend so much time together, but I really have known him all my life. I just need some advice on how to approach this coming situation, that's all. I can't go on lying to him, I just can't. We're so close, it's as though he can read my mind.' I was almost shouting, and gesticulating wildly by the time I had finished my rant. Bella was looking at me as though I should be carted off to a mental hospital, and I hoped to god her room-mate Rosalie couldn't hear me.
Introducing Rosalie! Well, not much but oh well. It's enough to be getting on with. Here's a sneak—
''Bella! You're brilliant!''—any guesses anyone? It's not actually Alice, before you think it is. It's before Alice and Bella's talk at the end this chapter, if that makes any sense? It will, anyway.
I enjoyed writing this. It's going to get better, though. Wait until its Rosalie's point of view. Yippee! Can't wait. :)
