Her Name Is...Alice.

Alice/Emmett. Alice/Jasper eventually.

Enjoy, and REVIEW. P.S...I do not own.

I sigh and look down at my shoes, twisting them this way and that. The red pumps make my legs look amazing, my hair is the longest it's ever been- past my shoulders, in black inky layers. My bangs across my forehead are a stark contrast to my pail white complexion, my eyes strikingly blue against my dark eye make-up.
All of this for a married man, my best friends husband. My stomach rolls, and I fear I might throw up quite unladylike. I turn, and study myself fully in my mirror, twirling this way and that. My black dress is low cut, showing my gorgeous neckline and a modest amount of cleavage. The tiny belt around my waist accentuates my tiny curves, my petite build hard to play up sometimes. I give myself an approving glance, still sick with worry.
Me and Rosalie Hale met in middle school. We were fast friends, at each others homes almost every day, hardly parting. She was my sister if anything at all. We are, and were, closer than any friends I've ever met. The fact that I was doing this to her, behind her back..Made me ill. I loved her. I knew, without a doubt, she'd never forgive me for this betrayal I was stuck in. I just couldn't stop...
Especially now.
You see, I am pregnant. I haven't told anyone, not a soul. I...can't. But the fact remains, that I am three months along, and It's going to start showing soon. It's Emmett's. My best friends husband. And...I can't...I just can't tell him, I can't tell anyone. I am stuck, in this place of guilt, constantly paranoid and hurt.

I gather my keys and my purse and head out the door to the restaurant, to pretend, to be happy and smiling and...bright, in the darkest of my days.

The restaurant is packed, and it's hard for me to find a place to park. I simply pull into a spot at the back, and lock my doors before walking slowly towards the door. My smile is fake, and I work to make it look more real, less pained. I try to make my eyes seem bright, and before I reach the door I'm sure I've got it down, so I open the door and enter with confidence.
There they are, in a booth straight back. I notice the way his arm hugs her to him, the way she looks up at him with such adoration. He looks at her, with the same look. I smile, in spite the gut wrenching pain I feel, and walk with a bounce in my step to the table. They look up, and greet me normally. I slide into the booth, and try not to look at Emmett. Instead, I focus on Rose, and what's she's saying.

"So, Emmett's brother is joining us too. He just got out of a bad break up...So I asked him to join us tonight, instead of moping around." Rose says, and I barely take note to what she's saying. I nod and smile. They don't seem to notice anything wrong.
"annnnd me and Rose have some news to share, once Jasper is here." Emmett says, his voice sending chills down my spine. I simply nod, taking a sip of the water in front of me. If he notices my off behavior, he says nothing.

Rose goes on and on about their new home- married four months ago, and just now moving in together seems weird to me, but whatever- And tells me about patterns and colors and textures. I smile, excitedly replying, trying my damndest not to look as pained as I feel. My stomach starts to churn, and I know what's coming. The sickness usually only comes in the mornings, but lately I've been getting sick in the evenings as well. I excuse myself, and flee to the bathroom.

I hold my hair back as I finish throwing up what's in my stomach, and then walk on shaky legs to the sink and rinse out my mouth. I look in the mirror, and the woman staring back at me is haunted. She's got dark circles under eyes, and sweat on her forehead. Her eyes are blank, dead, lifeless. I remember looking in the mirror when I was younger- I had such life and color in my eyes, they were my best feature. Now they seem the exact opposite. I wash my hands and leave, my spine straight and determined. I walk with a forced confidence to the table, shocked to see a man sitting in my spot. As I approach, I can't help but notice his beautiful blonde curls, slightly longer than a mans should be, and his ice green eyes. He laughs, showing a full set of white gleaming teeth. I smile in spite myself, approaching the table at last. I clear my throat, and Emmett smiles.
"Jasper, this is Alice. Alice, this is my brother Jasper." Emmett introduces, and Jasper stands to take my hand. He kisses the back of it and smiles at me kindly.
"It's nice to meet you, Alice. I'm sorry I've taken your seat." His honey voice washes over me, and I simply nod and sit down, in a trance. He slides into the booth next to me, and the dim lighting does nothing to hide my blush. He smells...Spicy and warm and comforting. I shake my head, joining back into the conversation.

Mid-meal, Rose and Emmett drop their utensils. They join hands, and clear their throats.
"So. We have something so say." Rosalie starts. And smiles up at Emmett. He smiles back. I get sick to my stomach.
Emmett speaks next, words that shatter me and make me run.
"We're gonna have a baby."
I sit and stare at them blankly. Emmett looks at me, his eyes pleading. I'm supposed to act normal. NORMAL. FUCK THAT.

"Excuse me, Jasper." I say, my voice shaking. He looks at me confused.
"I want out, Jasper. Please move." I say testily. He complies, getting up and letting me flee the scene. I run, taking off my red pumps and flying to my car. The little yellow Porsche isn't comforting, as it is most times. I close and lock the doors, resting my head on the steering wheel and breathing calmly. My heart is beating frantically.
What the fuck am I going to do? I think acidly.
Emmett obviously isn't going to be there for me, so any hope I had of telling him is squashed. I just...I want to know how far a long Rose is, if..if he fucked me after fucking her... The thought starts my tears. I sob, uncontrollably, aware that I can be caught out here at any point but not giving a damn.

My eyes wont stop, the tears keep flowing and flowing. I jump when I hear a tap at the passenger window, and I squint to see through the dark tint. All I see are green eyes and blonde hair.

I sniffle, attempt to wipe the make up off my face, and unlock the door. He slides into my leather seat, looking at me cautiously.

"Hey." He whispers, turning to look at me.
"Hey." I echo, weakly. He frowns and sighs.
"Sooo...You wanna talk about it?" He says, his eyes so full of compassion that I start bawling hysterically again. Suddenly I'm being pulled into his lap, my face in his neck and his arms around my back, rubbing it gently, comforting me. I sob, and choke out a pathetic "Sorry" but he hush's me, telling me not to worry and just let go. I do. It's so embarrassing, and I regret it the second I get myself together. I pull back, and look into this strangers eyes.
"Why'd you come after me?" I asked, fearing the answer.
"Because you looked...really bad. I couldn't let you leave like that." He whispered, wiping tears from my cheeks. I blushed bright red, and slid back into my own seat.

" I guess I have some explaining to do." I mutter reluctantly. He just looks at me, his eyes neutral. No judgment. So calm, I wonder briefly how it is I'm about to do this...But I just do it.

"I'm pregnant with Emmett's kid." I blurt, and put my face in my palms. I hear his intake of breath, and then his hand is on my back, stroking gently. I look up at him, and his eyes are pained.
"Wow." He says. "How long have...you and Emmett.." He trails off. I groan and mumble.
"I can't hear you when you mumble." he says, and I huff.
"I knew him before Rose did. I'm how they met...And we've been...sleeping together since before they were together." I said, feeling sick to my stomach. I was such a bad person.
Jasper looked at me for a moment, and then let out a breath.
"Wow." He said again. "That...Must've been really hard. Why did you stay with him?" He asks, and I feel a lone tear roll down my cheek.
"So many reasons...I love him, I do. And he was my first...ya know." I say, cheeks reddening.
"So of course I feel drawn to him, I am so...fucked up for this, shit." I mumble. Jasper has a neutral look on his face, and it bothers me slightly.

"I don't think so. I think my brother has royally fucked up, especially since now he has two women pregnant...best friends. Jesus, what was he thinking?" I laugh humorlessly.
"I'm not sure. That he can have his cake and eat it too? I don't know, but I'm done. I'm...done." I say, my voice a soft whisper. He frowns.
"What does that mean, exactly?" He asks. I shake my head.

"I'm moving. To Washington. It's where I grew up...and I want to be by my family, right now. I don't know, that's just what I want." I say. I notice his face falls considerably, but I ignore it. I have to.

"Really? Well, maybe I'll see you around then." He says, and I frown.
"You live in Washington?" I ask, and he nods.
"Yep. Port angeles. For about two years now. I am only here for the week, on business..." He explains, trailing off. I smile, a timid smile.
"Well then, maybe I'll see you around." I say, and he nods.

"Maybe. so... I guess I'll be going. Here, take my number and feel free to call at any time. I won't mind, promise." He offers, giving me his number. I nod, and he gets out of my car. I drive away.