The Minstrel

Shiny crystals scattered through the pitch-black silk covering the sky. The cold breeze touched my skin, making me shiver. Leaving the dorm on a freezing night without bringing a jacket is never a smart move.

I strummed my acoustic guitar along with the sound of my voice, singing a familiar song. I closed my eyes as I felt the song sink into my lonely little heart.

Just then, an elegant high-pitched voice sang with me in an alluring way. I opened my eyes and saw a strange black figure dancing with the song.

The silhouette stopped dancing when I unconsciously stopped singing and playing the guitar. The figure ran before my eyes could make out her features.

She left me there dumbfounded, sitting on the grass, unable to move or make a sound to stop her from running away from me.

The Dancer

He climbed through my window and crawled on my bed. I leaned my head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me.

I couldl feel his slender arms as I brushed my fingers to his face. His warm breath on my hair was thrilling, and caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand.

Suddenly, his arms disappeared from around me and he was gone. I opened my eyes and gasped.

I'd just woken up from another dream of being with Jasper. I checked the window- it was twilight.

I stood up and grabbed my jacket, ready for a short walk to the Academy's park.

My hair fluttered from the cold breeze as I sat under the old tree. I could hear a guitar playing, and a voice like of Christofer Drew Ingle, only manlier.

I know this voice.

I walked gradually to where the voice came from. It was Jasper, singing and playing with hisred guitar. I recognized the song- Moonlight Over Paris by Vanessa Williams.

Does the moonlight shine on Paris
after the sun goes down
if the London Bridge is falling
will anybody hear a sound

I sang along and felt the song sink into my heart.

Oh and how can you just walk away
Is it something that I said
I see only black and white
you see green and red

My feet started to trace classical ballet movements that fit into the rhythm of the song. My hands gestured softly along with my feet as I swayed through the meadow, singing.

You believe in the miracles
Water into wine
I believe it when it makes the New Yo-

The guitar suddenly stopped and I stopped too.

Jasper stared at me with his bright turquoise eyes. I felt the heat as it crawled into my cheeks; as I ran away from him, embarrassed.

After that night, I saw Jasper at lunch. It had been a long two days since I'd seen a glimpse of him.

"Alice?" Bella shook me gently. I turned to her, not saying a word. "It's rude to stare at people."

"Sorry."

"I guess you really like Jasper, huh?"

I answered her question with a smile while dropping my gaze.

"Excuse me, ladies." I looked up and saw Edward, smiling crookedly at us. "May I invite you to have lunch with us?"

Bella and I looked at each other before answering.

"Sure."

Edward motioned us to their table while I whispered to Bella's ear, "Why did you agree?"

"To get you closer to your Jasper."

"He is not my Jasper."

"Not yet." She stuck her tongue out and settled herself beside Edward. I sat beside Emmett while he kissed his girlfriend's cheek before turning to us.

"Ladies, I'd like you to meet my friends. Emmett McCarty, Rosalie Hale and Jasper Whitlock." He said, and his friends smiled respectively as he mentioned their names, "Guys, these are Isabella Marie-"

"Bella. Just Bella."

"Guys, this is… Just Bella Swan." He grinned, before he continued, "and Mary Alice..."

"Yes, Edward. Just Alice." I said rolling my eyes.

"And Just Alice Brandon." He finished grinning.

"So Bella, should we call you Just-just?" I asked smiling childishly.

Bella rolled her eyes and smiled to them.

"Hey, Jasper, buddy. Dazing off again?" Emmett punched Jasper's left shoulder.

"Still thinking about that dancer in the meadow?" Rosalie asked.

He nodded, smiling angelically. I bowed my head to hide my blush, and Bella chuckled.