Friday nights = karaoke nights
Hey guys, this is my new fanfiction...sorry for not updating the others but I have hit a complete brick wall with them, so I'm doing another one which I hope that I will not have writers block with. Anyway this is an Alice and Jasper fanfiction because I haven't read many of these, and it is a karaoke one because I happen to love these, plus I have some pretty cool songs to add into it for our favourite characters to sing :D
Disclaimer: I do not own twilight, or any of the songs which are used in the making of this fanfiction. I do however own a rather hefty book collection.
Anyway I have nothing else to say, so let's get it onnnn! :D
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My name is Alice Mary Brandon; I am 20 years old yet still manage to look like I'm twelve – that is mainly because of my height...I am at the ripe height of 4'11. So officially I am a midget, not that that's ever stopped me before. I have black hair which is cut into a short pixie cut, suit me and my features quite well. I have bright green eyes, which are exactly like my brothers and my fathers. I have a small nose and perfectly straight teeth – both of which I inherited from my mother. Edward, my brother had a mop of messy bronze hair ...well I call it bronze it was a mixture of brown and red really. I don't know where he got it from because my father had blonde hair while my mother had brown-y black hair – I always thought of that as a mystery...much like my height, everyone else in our family was tall, Edward being 6 foot, Carlisle (my father) being just a tad shorter at 5'11, and Esme (my mother) being 5'6. Edward inherited my father's straight cut nose and his famous crooked smile. Yes my brother and I called our parents by their first names because even though they were our parents, they were also our best friends and they asked us to call them by their first names which we did to please them.
My brother and I have just finished University; he went to Dartmouth with my best friend Bella – who was also his girlfriend. While I went to the university in Washington so I could be close to my family. Edward graduated this year with a medical degree under his belt, and was going to work in the local hospital in Forks (which is where we lived), and hoped to become a surgeon – like my father. Bella graduated with a teaching degree, she was going to work in the kindergarten, which was also in forks. I graduated with a fashion degree, and I had secured myself a job in a top designer which was in Port Angeles. Hopefully I would be able to start up my own small boutique and have my own line of designer clothes, it had always been my dream to live in New York, the big apple, the city that never sleeps, the city of the angels. I loved the city and New York was an amazing place to start out and I wanted to be there. Bella was a shy girl, who had brown hair – which had red tints to it – and deep brown eyes, which had so much emotion to show and to give. She was lovely, self-less and loved to help everyone. She thought herself as plain but that couldn't have been further from the truth, she was amazingly beautiful and it was the natural beauty as well, she didn't need to wear makeup, not that she ever did anyway, but when she did she looked amazing seeing as the make-up only accentuated her beauty. Bella and I decided that we wanted to become independent women and that meant not living with our parents, getting jobs, learning to drive (I had had at least half of my lessons so far), and all the other things that made us independent women. My father, knowing how much I loved to shop (and gave me the money to buy whatever I wanted), gave me an ultimatum just before I moved into the apartment with Bella, either I stay and he can carry on giving me money into my bank account so I can keep on shopping...or I can live with Bella in the apartment, and he will stop all transactions and I would have to make my own money. I obviously chose the latter of the two, as I had already secured myself a job then I would be earning the money – half of which would go to my shopping funds, and the other half to housekeeping supplies (such as rent, utensils, ect.) Bella was doing the same except her shopping funds went towards books, CD's and DVD's, she, unlike myself hates shopping and if ever I want to go with her I have to actually drag her there. Rosalie, the third person in our triple package, lived in the apartment next to us – that's how we got to know about the apartment in the first place. She was a feisty girl, who didn't let anyone tell her how to act, what she should like or dislike, what she should do or how to speak. She had a mean left hook and loved to fix cars, or should I say boost them up, she would boost up the engines and make them sound silent and make them go faster. She was very proud of this and she had graduated from The University of California with a mechanic degree. Her boyfriend Emmett had also graduated from the same university as Rose, with a sports degree, he was starting a job at the local news station – he was going a be a sports commentator, and on the side he was going to be an American football coach. Rose was blonde, tall and had looks that could rival a supermodels, she loved clothes, shoes and shopping, but her favourite past-time was fixing cars up. Emmett was tall, with dark curly hair, and was pretty much all muscle. He had the cutest smile and as soon as he did dimples appeared; he was very childish and had a very childish mind. He loved to play pranks and laughed in the face of danger. Both of these couples had been going out since the second year of high school, but before Emmett went out with Rose, he had gone out with me for six months in the first year. He was the only boyfriend I had ever had, not that I was really bothered...getting my degree and getting my dream job was more important to me. Although now I had my degree and had a job in the industry for me to climb and start my own business, I now wanted a boyfriend. Someone for me to come home to at night, who I could cook for...like Bella did for Edward. I never once, before now, thought that I was missing out on anything by not having a boyfriend, but seeing my best friends with boyfriends, and going out as a group – I often felt like a fifth wheel. I felt like they felt guilty for leaving me while they went out on double dates, or as if it was their obligation to invite me out with them...i wasn't too bothered, if they wanted to go out with their boyfriends then who was I to stop them? Who was I to say 'no you have to stay with me and hang out with me' I wasn't that shallow, or cruel. But if I had a boyfriend then I wouldn't feel like the odd one out, we'd be an even number and that would be better if we were all with boyfriends. The girls were constantly setting me up on blind dates – much to my frustration, plus the fact that I never found anyone I liked never helped. I told the girls over and over again to stop setting me up on these 'dates' but they never listened to me, in fact I was meant to go on a date this Thursday, wait a minute that tomorrow. I am not looking forward to this, apparently his name is Alex. Great another bad date to go on, and for me to try and break it off with him, 'I'm just not looking for a date' was my usual excuse, and when they asked why I was on blind dates then I would say 'my best friends are setting me up because I am the only one in the group without a boyfriend' and then they would say 'oh okay' and then leave. But none of these guys were what I was looking for...i didn't actually know what I was looking for, but I know I will know who he is when I see him. I truly believe in love at first sight and soul mates, and as soon as I see him I will know that I'm meant to be with him. And to be honest, none of these guys were him for me. Which is why I never bothered, it was better to wait for the right guy to come along, than to go out with multiple guys who isn't 'Mr. right' I knew that but no-one else understood my reasoning. I knew I would find the right guy eventually – whether it took me five weeks, or five years, I would find him...i would meet him and I would fall head over heels in love. I had no doubt about that, the girls on the other hand...did, they thought that if they didn't help me find a guy, I would be lonely and grow up living on my own with five ferrets and would be a tad crazy, and scare little kids away and be known as 'crazy ferret lady', this made me laugh but I knew that this wasn't going to happen. I knew deep down in my heart and my soul that I would find 'him' and when I found 'him' I would be a better person, and be totally and completely in love with 'him'. This was going to be my new found mission, find 'Mr. Right' the 'man of my dreams' find the man who loved me for who I was and what I loved rather than loving me just for sex, that was not what a relationship was to me...okay sex was a major role in it, but for me it was more about us getting along emotionally – not just physically. I knew what I wanted, and by God I was going to get it.
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Well there we are...chapter 1, tell me what you think of it so far...just click on the little green button down there. If you have any song suggestions tell me them in a review, I'll be glad to use them (and give credit where credits due) I have some great song ideas but if anyone has any great ideas I'll use them. :)
Twilightfan24 x :)