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so this is basically what comes from sleep deprivation, lack of chocolate and daydreaming. love it or hate it, its wat goes on in my mind. also, i hav no current plan of where this story is going, so if u like, reveiw me! and give me ideas!

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Chapter 1 – Near Midnight

APOV

Creeping quietly through the dead silent house, I jumped at every sudden noise. As I slowly made my way downstairs, the bottom stair creaked. The sound echoed loudly in the quiet house. I froze instantly. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. Seconds felt like hours to me. But nothing happened. No loud shouts, no lights suddenly turning on. I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped down onto the tiled floor, I could feel the coolness of the tiles through my winter socks.

Less than five minutes ago, my best friend, Jasper Whitlock, had called me:

Flashback –

It was Friday night and I was heading up to bed after watching a movie with the family. My phone beeped and I looked at the screen. New Message it said. I opened it. It was from Jasper.

Long time, no talk. How are ya? Tap back asap

Luv jasper

I smiled. I haven't heard from Jasper in forever. I quickly text him back:

Im cool and u? haven't talked in ages! Missing u! – Alice –

I continued up the stairs. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..." I sang quietly under my breath as I pulled the covers off my bed and put my comfiest pajama's on. Just as I was about to fall asleep, my phone rang.

"Mmhmm…?" I mumbled sleepily into it.

"Heya Alice, that you?" A familiar voice answered. Suddenly, I was wide awake, although it had been ages, I'd know that voice anywhere.

"Jasper?" I whispered.

"Yeah… erm… look out your window…" I had a bad feeling as I slowly drew open my curtain and peeked outside. There was a very tall figure I assumed to be Jasper. Phone to ear. I could only just make out his silhouette against the moon. He saw me and waved. He fucking waved. As if this was normal. Why the hell was he even outside my fucking house at near on midnight on a Friday night? I suppose he could have chosen a worse night to 'drop in'… but still!

"Why are you here?" I hissed into the phone.

"Aren't you happy that I'm here?" Jasper asked, "Come on Ali. I'm in a bit of a situation... I could use some help…" He looked pleading up at my window. Dam that boy.

"I'll be right down." I told him, before snapping my phone shut. Great. Just fucking Great. Now what am I supposed to do? It had been ten long years since I had seen him, and he chooses to drop in at near on midnight. I listened to the silent house. Not a sound to be heard. I slipped out of bed, and, on a second thought, put on a warmer shirt. It was sure to be chilly outside.

- End of Flashback

Jasper and I have been friends for years. He moved to Texas when we were only seven. Since then we had kept in contact, email, mobiles and such. But I hadn't seen him since then. You would think that because we hadn't seen each other, we'd have drifted apart. Nope.

Padding quietly to the front door, I took the keys from their hook and unlocked the heavy wooden door. To my great relief, the squeaking that normally accompanied the opening of this door never came. Thank god, I didn't think that I could handle that again. My nerves just wouldn't have been able to take it. I thanked my lucky stars and stepped out into the chilly night air.

"Hello?" I whispered. A shadowy figure lurked just outside of the pool of moonlight. He still had the same dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and he was tall and lanky.

"Alice? That's you?" Even though it had been ages, (and on the phone to boot), since I'd last heard that voice, I'd know it anywhere. Jasper. He was tall, and not just to me. He had on dark jeans and a hoodie. And what looked like converse that had been through hell. He was no longer the six year old boy I'd chased around the yard. This was a teenage guy. A very hot teenage guy. A very hot teenage Jasper. Of course, I had seen and sent my fair share of photographs, but Jasper in the flesh was much, much better.

"Duh, who else?" I poked my tongue out at him. Up till now he had had his hands in his pockets, but now he pulled one out and used it to push his hood back so he could see properly. He ran his fingers through his hair. His hair. It was long and shaggy. The way I loved guys' hair to be. His bangs hung into his eyes and it was rough. Not rough like a hairdresser had done it that way, not even rough like an unskilled person had used scissors to chop it off. Rough like he had used a pocket knife to hack at it. Actually he probably had. He gave off the whole bad-ass vibe. It made him drop dead gorgeous.

Jasper took a few steps forward. The top of my head was level with his shoulder. No fair. He pulled me in for a hug and I wrapped my arms around his waist. He made me feel safe, almost like a child again. Then he pushed me away and held me at arms length.

"Hmm… you look so different in person." He said to me, my face fell.

"You say that like it's a bad thing. And I thought that those pictures were good…" I said.

"It's not a bad thing! No way! You're much, erm… prettier… in person…" He stuttered. Aw. How cute.

"Oh… Thanks…" I smiled up at him, "So what exactly are you dong here at midnight?" I asked him.

"It's not quite midnight yet, Alice." He said, looking at his watch.

"Fine, near on midnight. And why did you say that you needed help? What situation?"

"I just… left home…" I was confused. Why would Jasper need help if he had just left home? And what situation?

"Left home?"

"Left, ran away, same diff."

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ok. so im not happy with the title for this story. but although i asked some friends, i still couldnt find the right one. so if you hav a creative streak, plz, pm me, or leave me ur suggestion in a reveiw. id love to hear them. im not sure how long this story will be, but im willing to mention u in all chapters to come if i use your title!!

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