A/N: This is my first Twilight fanfic. Hope you like it. Contrustive criticism is welcome. I don't own Twlight.

Bella had met Jasper her freshman year of college. She remembered the first time she saw him. At her very first frat party. She'd come off more brave than she felt, but she knew from the moment she saw him she had to get to know him. Jasper said he had felt the same. That he was instantly drawn to her.

That had been a little over 2 years ago. And now, with Thanksgiving coming, Jasper felt it was time she met his family. In fact, he had been trying since freshman year to convince her. But Bella always had some excuse for not going. The truth was she hadn't had a very good family experience and she just didn't know how to handle a family that was as close as Jasper's. It scared her. Of course, she'd never told that to Jasper. In fact, she hadn't really told him much about her life before she met him. Although Jasper was eager to know more about her, he didn't push.

Bella folded another sweater and put it in her suitcase. She knew it would probably be freezing in New York. She was excited to see New York though, but she wished they were going in the summer. Being from Georgia, she wasn't used to cold weather. But she hadn't told Jasper she was from the South. She was embarrassed by the fact and before she moved to California, she'd worked on getting rid of her accent. And she'd been so successful that nobody questioned her when she told them she was from Seattle.

Bella felt bad that Jasper didn't know where she was really from, but she just couldn't bring herself to tell him. He might not love her if he knew the truth.

She jumped when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she called, knowing it was Jasper.

"Hey, baby girl, you ready to go?" Jasper asked coming into the room.

"Just abut," Bella answered tossing another sweater into her bag.

"Did you pack your sweatpants, babe?"

"No. Why would I pack those?"

"I love those!" Jasper enthused.

"But they're old and ratty and I want to make a good impression on your family."

"They won't care about what you sleep in. Please. Just bring them. For me," Jasper begged.

"Jasper! You're lucky I even let you see me in those."

Jasper crossed the room and opened the drawer she kept them in and pulled them out. "Please Bells. I fuckin' love these on you. You look so damn hot in them. I'm getting hot just thinking about you in them," he told her holding the old sweatpants to his chest.

"All the more reason for me not to bring them." She snatched them away from him and tucked them into her bag. "But if it means that much to you."

"It does, it really does." He smiled down at her as he put his arms around her.

Bella rested her head on his chest. She was more nervous than she'd ever tell Jasper. She reached up and tangled her fingers into his shaggy blonde hair and pulled his head down to make his lips meet hers.

"Alright, I'm ready now," she said. "Let's go before we miss our flight."

"Ungh!" Jasper said as Bella pulled away from him. "Sometimes you're such a tease."

"It was just a kiss, Jasper. Calm down," she giggled.

"You drive me crazy."

"You know you love it, " Bella replied taking his hand into hers. She'd need him close if she was going to make it through the holiday.

* * * * * * *

Family holiday time. Edward leaned back into his seat. He was looking forward to seeing his older brother Jasper. Now that they were going to school on opposite coasts, they rarely saw each other anymore. Though they were a few years apart they'd always been pretty close.

And Edward missed his parents too. Although it hadn't been as long since the last time he'd seen them.

When he talked to his mother on the phone she'd mentioned Jasper was bringing his girlfriend home. It was about time they got to meet her. She'd only been dating his brother for 2 years! Maybe Bella was actually a man and that's why Jasper had taken so long to bring her… him home.

But Edward couldn't picture his older brother as gay. In fact he chuckled to himself at the thought. But he was interested in meeting this mystery girl.

It almost made him wish he had someone to bring home. He'd feel like quite the 5th wheel. But then he'd never really been a girlfriend kind of guy. He preferred to play the field. He was sure if he ever came across "the one" he'd know it and then he would give up his ways. But for now he just wanted to have fun. Maybe he should have brought one of his female friends home anyway. Rosalie, maybe? She was his closest friend in South Carolina. But he hadn't asked her and so he'd have to endure this holiday alone. He just hoped it wouldn't be too bad and that Jasper would still pay at least some attention to his little brother while they were home. He almost felt like a dork just thinking it.

"Hey."

A voice pulled him from his thoughts. He looked to his left, the direction the voice came from. The girl who was sitting next to him was staring at him intently with her wide blue eyes, waiting for a reply.

"Hey," he said back looking her up and down. She was cute. Why hadn't he noticed her before?

"I'm Alice," she said.

"Alice, huh? I'm Edward," he said.

"So, where are you going?" she asked as she boldly ran her fingers through Edwards wild bronze hair.

"Um… home. For Thanksgiving."

"Really?"

"Yeah. What about you?"

"I don't know."

Edward furrowed his brow. She didn't know. He looked at the pixie girl sitting next to him. How could she not know where she was going?

Alice seemed to realize his confusion so she explained, "I was sitting at home, minding my own business when suddenly I got the urge to go to New York. I felt like if I didn't go I'd be missing something important. The feeling nagged me for days and now here I am. But I don't have any concrete plans after we touch down."

"Hmmm…" Edward said, "that's… um… odd," he said admiring her petite from and spiky black hair.

"Yeah." She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. "There's something about you…" she paused and glance over at him. Measuring his reaction, he supposed. "I think… maybe whatever reason I'm here has something to do with you."

Edward laughed out loud. How absurd. She must be pulling his leg. But he looked at here and she looked offended and slightly hurt.

"I'm sorry," he found himself apologizing to her before he consciously decided to, "I didn't mean to laugh, but do you realize how crazy you sound?"

"Yes. I do," she said shortly. "Do you think for one minute I'd be telling you this if it weren't absolutely vital to me?" She shot at him.

"No. I suppose not." He didn't know what to say to her. He turned to look out the window, but he could feel her eyes on him. Slowly he turned back to face her. She was smiling up at him brightly.

"I have nowhere to go for Thanksgiving," Alice blurted out.

Edward looked at her like she'd lost her mind. Was she suggesting he ask her to have Thanksgiving dinner with him and his family? He pondered that for a minute. He could pretend she was a friend from school. But what if she was a complete psycho or a clepto or something? She could kill him and his family in their sleep and then run off with all of their things. He looked her up and down again. She seemed so tiny and harmless they way she looked up at him with her big blue eyes. Maybe a little crazy, but harmless nonetheless. Ah, what the hell, he honestly didn't think this girl would hurt a fly. Plus she was cute.

"You could spend it with me and my family."

"Oh, Edward! Do you really mean that?" She looked up at him unleashing the full force of her blue eyes on him again. He thought he was the only one who could do that. Damn. He'd met his match.

"Yeah, sure, why not? Just as long as we don't tell anyone we met on the plane."

"Of course. Should I be your girlfriend or just your friend?"

"Um…" he turned the possibilities over in his mind, "just a friend. I don't really do girlfriends."

"Well, I suppose if we're going to be friends we should probably get to know each other," Alice told him.

"I suppose you're right," Edward agreed.

"I'll go first. My name is Mary Alice Brandon. I'm 22 and I was born in Seattle. I moved to Miami when I was 7 with my grandparents and my younger sister. I stayed there until I was 18. Then I moved to Sarasota for school. What about you?" She stared up at him eagerly.

"Um… I'm Edward Cullen. I'm 19. I was born and raised in New York. I live with my parents there and I have an older brother, Jasper. I go to school at the University of South Carolina. I'm majoring in journalism."

"My major is fashion merchandising."

"Hmm. Yes well, if we teak it a little and say you're majoring in business management I think it will work. Umm… I guess you should know my fathers name is Carlisle and he is a cardiologist at Mt. Sinai. My mother is Esme and she is an interior decorator."

Alice's eyes lit up as he said it. "I love interior decorating almost as much as I love fashion!"

"Good to know," Edward chuckled. He liked Alice. He was kind of excited for the adventure that would be Thanksgiving.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed. Please review and let me know if you think I should continue.