The Nomad

Her name is Alice Cullen. She's amazing; I think we sat there talking until 3am. She must've really been hyper, because she never got tired. Her favorite food is deer jerky, she and her family hunt a lot so she told me she always gets it fresh. When I told her I've never had it, she said, "Well no one eats it like we do, it's a special blend" and she laughed, her amazing bell laugh. She has one brother, Edward, and a sister, Rosalie, and a brother-in-law Emmett. She's amazingly graceful. Her words even flow like a beautiful stream from her beautiful lips, and she is amazing.

I've said amazing four times. That should just say it all.

Also, her favorite movie is The Lion King, and she loves all kind of music, though Edward is more the "music man" of her family. I feel like we got close really fast, well me to her anyway, but… she seemed so distanced. She didn't say a lot about her, she mainly just listened to me ramble, and once she talked me into drinking three shots in a row, she thought it was hilarious.

"Come on Jasper! Do it!" She chanted once again. It was hard to resist her pleading topaz eyes. I shook my head again.

"I- I just don't drink. It, well it doesn't turn out too well." Here I am talking to this beautiful woman and she's trying to get me drunk. This is so opposite of typical. I stared at the small cups in front of me filled with the innocent amber drink that I knew would be a rage of fire down my throat. Not to mention a killer headache tomorrow morning.

"Uhg. I knew I would be stuck with club "no fun" tonight. Sometimes working here can be so boring" She had the wolfish grin on her face, it egged me on, but it made me melt. Okay, so maybe I was the president of club No Fun. But at least I am safe. And not drunk. Yeah, not drunk.

Yet.

Okay, so the next thing I know I'm a blubbering fool telling my deepest darkest secrets to a woman a barely know. Well, I think anyway, because the last thing I remember is her laughter ringing in my ears. How did I get home? I assume she got a cab for me, but I think she may have driven me. So I woke up in my own bed, and my first thought.

If this was a dream, let me go back to sleep.

I had another interview today and decided not to go; my headache was a little too much to bear in public. Maybe I drank more than I thought.

My apartment was on the fifth floor and still new. I just moved here from Oregon. I had some stuff I didn't really have room for, but at the same time I didn't want to get rid of. So there's this tower of boxes in the corner of my closet. I haven't put anything on my white walls, and I only have a bed, couch and TV. It's just small enough for me, and not yet cozy. I wouldn't call it home, but it's a start.

Do you ever wish you weren't human? I don't but sometimes I like to fantasize about what it would be like to not have to use the bathroom in the morning, or not eat, or worry about staying in shape. How nice right? And yet how impossible. I think the only real time I thought about that was my first year in college… I was lazy and sick of just trying and working all of the time. I know, looking for the easy way out.

After a hefty bowl of cocoa dyno bites, I decided to get dressed and take a walk. Maybe the chill of October will clear my head and I will be able to remember some more of Alice Cullen. I think I just have a crush, puppy love, because if it were real love, I would know right off. Right? Right.

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A cool burst of air surprised me when I walked through the automatic doors of my building. I walked down the sidewalk, a darker brown-gray because of the rain. I watch my feet step over the cracks, alternating each time. Otherwise, I feel unbalanced. I know, I told you, I'm a dork. I didn't realize where I was going, until I looked up at a semi-familiar sign, (as of last night) The Nomad. The bar I went to last night. Could she be there?

The Nomad bar hours

Mon-Thurs 4pm-11pm

Fri-Sat 5pm-2am

Sunday CLOSED

What day is this? Saturday. What times is it?! 10Am. Crap. I have forever until four. I'm going to get a paper; maybe there will be something good today. Well crap, again! I left my change at home. Forget it. Maybe I'll go to the library, that's free. I need to catch up on my reading anyway.

So here I am, walking down the side walk… again… thinking about Alice… again… Finally after about 20 minutes of walking I make it to the public library. I start up the stairs when I notice something. Is someone… watching me? I glance around quickly and see a blur of what I thought to be an auburn headed man… but I can't be sure. That feeling of being watched left and I continued my way into the library.

"Can I help you with anything?" the old librarian asks me, you can tell… she doesn't want to help me with anything, but I really want to know what the best book would be for a good quick read. I want something interesting. I wish she wouldn't seem so… uptight, like she doesn't want me here she just wants her own peace and quiet. If only she would sincerely help me…

"Oh sir… I-I...I'm sorry for my rudeness. You see I've had an awful day. If you're looking for a good quick read, maybe I can bring you into the right direction." She led the way.

Yeah… that's how I influence people. I told you… it's odd.

She showed me three books, Gathering Blue, Life as we knew it and Sold. I chose the second one because it has a huge picture of the moon on the front. I know they say not to judge a book by its cover, but I'm pretty sure that if it has an oversized moon on it than it must be about the moon.

"When the thorn bush turns white that's when I'll come home."

Oh! I love that song! I didn't know the library had music! I start to get stuck in the music and then I look up to the librarian who is giving me the look that you can only get from a librarian. The library doesn't have music. No, it's my phone.

There went that warm and fuzzy influence.

"Uhm… Sorry, I uh gotta take this…" I mumbled searching my pocket for that stupid phone. I'm never coming back here again! Who could possibly be calling now? Of course, when I'm at the library in a new town. Great. It's Mom.

"What?!" I whisper harshly through the phone, I know I shouldn't be so upset, but for crying out loud!!!

"Hey honey, it's me, your mom."

"Mom, there is this new thing out… its called caller ID. I know who you are; you don't have to tell me." She seems quieter than usual. No doubt she's been worried these past few weeks since I'm not even in our home state anymore.

"I was just wondering how you were doing, I'm sorry if I interrupted anything."

Great. Now she's sorry. The librarian is giving me the most devilish glare she can come up with and I know I really need to check out this book. Maybe I'll call Mom back when I'm at home.

"Well I'm kind of at the library…"

"Have you met anyone? Have you gotten a job yet? How is the apartment?" She didn't even let me finish. Typical.

"Mom, I really need to call you back okay?" Please, please, please, just let me go easy!!

"Oh, well okay, I'll talk to you later dear. Love you, bye."

"Bye, Mom."

She's a little easier to influence, unless you are around her in person because looking into her eyes you don't want to do anything but what she wants you to do. Maybe that's just me because I love her. Eh.

So I got my book and left wit out another word to my new enemy, the librarian. Or maybe I'm her enemy, considering I'm the one who got the phone call. I step outside to find-go figure- it's raining. Too bad I couldn't have grabbed that paper.

And then I smelled her. Well I think it was here anyway it was that amazing aroma. "Alice?" I whispered. I looked around, nothing, but I swear I heard her giggling faintly as if carried by the wind.

Maybe I'm just imaging things, or maybe I'm not. Regardless, I was ready to get out of the rain and back home, so I actually decided to take a cab. Oh wait! No, I can't take a cab! No money, remember? Life sucks…

But at least I'm not dead.

A/N – Okay, so I've never done this before! Hello! I'm Sam, um, I hope you like what I have, I like reviews ;] I haven't seen a lot of stories around here yet so any suggestions to read that's good, and if you like what I write, you'll like Liz's better. Her pen name is zapenbits the story is Easy as Breathing and its amazing!! Thanks for reading!