Wow. I can't believe the response I got from the first chapter. And as a reward, I figured I'd give you guys the next chapter early. Thanx to all those who reviewed and added this story to their alerts and favorites. =)

A/N: So I realized I made a blaring mistake with the title and summary. Surprised no one called me out on it. But don't worry I fixed chapter 1 already. Alice's last name is Brandon not Cullen. I originally planned for Edward or Emmett to be her brother, but while I was writing, it just didn't turn out that way. Sorry for the inconvenience and confusion… and on with the story

Disclaimer: Not making any money for this story. Just doing it for fun.


Chapter 2- The Diary

I remember the first time I ever saw Jasper Hale. It was freshman year. I have been a high school student for a whole week.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001.

Yes, I remember the date. I even remember the time too. 1:27PM. I was in last period Government, bored out of my mind. Watching the clock tick away for the class to end.

That's when he came in. He was only in for a couple of minutes, but it felt like time stood still at the moment. He was wearing a pair of stonewashed jeans and a Scarface t-shirt. He gave a note to Mr. Jefferson and scanned the class; and for a second our eyes locked. I knew at that moment we were meant for each other because time literally stood still.

Just like in the movies.

Aaron Davis, the person he came for, met him at the front of the class and they left together.

I thought I imagined him until I saw him the two weeks later. I was running late to English class. Rushing down the hall, I was trying to switch my math book with Lit book. Both books fell to the ground and I kneeled down to retrieve them. Then I heard someone yell out. "Hey."

I didn't look up at first thinking the person was calling for someone else. But he yelled again and I looked up this time. I couldn't believe it.

It was the super sexy guy from the class.

He was waving at me. Why would he be waving at me? I thought.

I looked around to see if I was the only one in the hallway. But as fate would have it, there was this towering, broad-shouldered guy walking in my direction, waving at the sexy guy. He smiled a dimpled smile and yelled out in return, "Yo, Jasper man. Aren't you coming to lunch?"

"In a minute. Just getting a book for Rose." I just stood there and watched as Fezzik walked past me and up to Jasper.

They stood at the locker for a few, Jasper grabbing the book in question, and walked off together. After they rounded the corner, I remembered my class and went. I received a collection of stares from my peers and an 'I'll deal with you after class' look from Mr. Berty when I entered. Luckily he only gave me a warning afterwards.

I spent the rest of the time not paying attention to Mr. Berty go on and on about the story we started reading, Don Quixote. Instead I was thinking of super sexy Jasper. The boy who stolen my heart. I had fallen and hard.

We were going to have beautiful blue-violet eye babies together.

I knew everything about him. His class schedule. His sports schedule. His practice schedule.

I would arrive at school before him, just to see him in the morning.

I would accidently bump into him just so he would apologize to me, and I would say 'no problem'. Those days were always the best.

I was brought out of my wonderful flashbacks and into the present by my best friend's voice.

"I can't believe it. You haven't seen this guy in nearly five years and when you do, what happens. You literally run into him and break his eggs." Bella laughed. "And here I thought I was the clumsy one."

We were sitting on her bed with a spread of wedding invitations, envelopes, pens and the guest list between us.

I picked up one card and looked at the finished work. The elegant scrawl announcing the marriage ceremony of Bella and Edward, with a blue floral design snaking up the side of the card. "Hey, it's not like I did it on purpose. I wasn't paying attention and sort of ran into him."

Bella sat crossed legs with a hardcover book on her lap, addressing envelopes to be sent out. She looked up at me with her dark chocolate eyes and smirked. "Is he still cute?"

"Oh God, yes." I threw my head back. "I wasn't prepared at all. Bells, I forgot how to speak. I was so embarrassed. I couldn't even look at him in his face for the most part."

Bella looked off to the side. "Hmm. I can only imagine. I wish I was there just to see the look on your face." She looked back at me.

"What was it you use to call him sophomore year?"

"Super sexy, celebrity, senior Jasper Hale." I recited.

"Super sexy, celebrity, senior Jasper Hale." She repeated slowly, emphasizing every word. "Wow. We spent much of our adolescent years obsessing. You with Jasper Hale. Me with Edward." A blush crept on her face.

She went back to her writing and I went back to stuffing the envelopes. Sealing it tight and adding a piece of tape to the flaps. "Yeah, those were the days. Remember that semester when you took AP Chemistry with Edward?"

"Don't remind me." She said horrified. "That's when the obsession started. I sat behind him and would accidently, yet purposely throw my pencil his way so he would return it to me."

I remembered Bella would come to lunch with tales of how Edward smiled or spoke to her. How their hands would brush when something was passed between them.

"How about when Jasper use to come in your mom's diner? You would drop whatever you were doing just to go and take his order. Just so he would speak to you." She retorted.

I grinned at that. I would love the days when I waitressed and he would come in. I recalled he was favorable to the bacon cheeseburgers and the cherry pies with whipped toppings.

Not that I kept tabs or anything.

Bella's hand jerked out and grabbed my arm. "Hey." There was a glint in her eyes. "Do you remember the diaries?"

I gasped loudly and placed my hand to my forehead. "The diary." I whispered. We continued on, talking about all the things we use to write in there.

I nearly forgot about that thing.

Bella and I, along with another friend, Jessica Stanley kept a diary that composed of all our deepest fears and dreams. We use to confide in each other and sworn to secrecy. We told each other everything. I remember we would go over Jessica's grandmother's house and read our entries to each other. Bella, as shy as she was, never wanted to hear Jessica and my little fantasies. She would either leave the room or cover her ears, while we giggled and read.

We always hid them too. I never stored mine at home, not trusting that my mom wouldn't find it. I originally hid mine in an abandoned, run down pastry shop, but then found out that some of the boys in my class started hanging out there, drinking and smoking and stuff. And in my haste I saved took it to Jessica's grandmother's house and we hid it in a spare bedroom.

We hid it behind some loose wall panel in a little cubbyhole that held some of Jessica's little treasures as well. But the diary slipped off the little ledge and landed on the floor and we haven't been able to get it out since. I forgot about it once I went to college and Jessica moved to Florida for school.

Maybe I should try and obtain it while I'm back in town. Jessica's grandmother passed away about two years ago and her aunt has been living there ever since.

I don't remember the specifics of my entries, but I remembered I filled the pages with my dreams and hopes. Dreams to one day be a part of an ensemble in a Broadway or Off-Broadway production. Dreams of being with Jasper. Dreams of Jasper.

I closed my eyes and smiled. Berating myself my young naïveté self on my views of love and

sex. I was very much into romance novels and soap operas back then. I would still pick up a good page-turner every once in a while. Those weeks I would feel deprived and lonely. Always satisfied in the end, that I might one day meet the perfect guy for me. Just like the heroine's in the plays I read. Helena. Hermia. Katherina. Juliet. Desdemona.

On second thought, not like Juliet and Desdemona. Their lives ended tragically.

The book was pink. Typical. Plain on the outside except for my initials on the bottom corner. But there was a mural of colors, writings, and drawings on the inside. I would scribble our names over and over again.

Jasper and Alice Hale. Mrs. Alice Hale. Mary Alice Brandon-Hale.

Our names in little hearts with an arrow crossed through.

I was pathetic. I knew it. I hated to admit that now.

I was such a teenage girl fawning over a gorgeous guy. And you know the worst part of that is? I'm still kind of that same teenage girl. Still pining for Jasper.

He was my muse. My inspiration. Whenever I was on stage I would imagine him as the leading role. Jasper, standing under the balcony professing his love to me. Jasper, chasing me through the forest to win my affections.

We finished up the invitations and spent the rest of the afternoon looking up music for the ceremony and reception, then narrowed down the list of beauty salons to three prospects.

After leaving Bella's I went to the post office to drop off the invitations then went to catch a movie. I returned home afterwards to find mom closing up the diner. The cooks and wait staff already left for the evening. Mom was wiping down tables and humming to herself. She didn't notice me walk around the counter. I took my jacket off and placed it with my purse next to the cash register. I retrieved the gigantic container with sugar and started filling up the emptying shakers on each table like she told me to earlier. We worked in silence listening to the tunes that was softly playing on the radio.

When I finished that, I moved on to write down tomorrow's soup, salad, and sandwich of the day on the bulletin board. Mom moved to the cash register.

Jasper still on my mind; I smiled, thinking of the prospect of seeing him around for the remainder of the summer. Then I remembered I still didn't know where he was staying.

"Hey, mom." I called out. "What house did Emmet and Rosalie Cullen purchase?" I asked hoping she wouldn't ask why I was interested. She never knew of my crush and I hoped to keep it that way.

"Hmm, what dear?" She stopped counting the day's profits and looked at me. I repeated the question. "Oh. Uh- I asked Chief Swan that before he went for rounds. He said they got the old Robinson house down on Walnut."

I stopped. The empty glass I held fell to the floor and shattered. My mouth gaped opened and my eyes bugged out like on those old Looney Tunes cartoons.

"Alice, look what you did." Mom chided. She shook her head and went to fetch a broom and dustpan.

I just stood there.

No way.

Edith Robinson was Jessica Stanley grandmother. I guessed Jessica's aunt finally sold the place after all this time.

Shit.

That was supposed to be the safe haven for my diary.

Fuck.

Jasper Hale was refurbishing that place. Meaning he would be tearing down walls and ripping up floorboards, eventually coming across my diary.

I was so fucked.


Oh noes, what ever will Alice do?

So I have the first 6 chapters outlined and ready to go, so they will come out every week. After that I don't know, cause I start summer classes in a few weeks. But this story won't be that long. I don't anticipate it being more than 15-17 chapters, but you never know.

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