Now this is why I love reviews. No, they aren't an ego boast. Seriously, I love them because those people who reviewed bring up a few things that I actually never thought of before.

Will we get to read from the guys' POV of each of the girls' stories? Er…I hadn't really planned on that. I had only planned the girls' stories, posting each of them two weeks after each other starting 13th of Feb and ending the 13th of March. But as I thought…what the hell! So here is my new updating: Feb 13th: Alice's Story, Feb 20th: Jasper's POV, Feb 27th: Rosalie's story, March 6th: Emmett's POV, and lastly March 13th: Bella's Story with Edward's POV. So you'll get both sides of the story

Was the stay at the hotel really free?—or did the girls' friends pay for it like it was a gift for Valentines' Day? The stay at the Meyer Hotel is absolutely free!! The girls don't really have the money for it—well Rosalie and Alice do but they don't really use it so that money is mostly gaining interest (they don't want to make Bella feel bad or a charity case).

How exactly did they get this free night stay? I didn't actually think of an answer for that. And sometimes there are no answers to certain questions. Things just…happen…like its fate.

Anyways, here is Jasper's POV of Alice's story…not really eventfull.

Going Up?
By Nollie Marie

Alice's Story

Jasper's POV

I think I found my own slice of Heaven

I normally didn't miss Texas when I flew around the world but my one month stay in Seattle just might drive me back to the Lone Star State. The weather was rainy, cold and windy on top of everything. Meanwhile, it was the exactly opposite in Texas. It was eighty degrees out, sunny with just a hint of wind to keep things cool and refreshing. At least that was what my darling sister told me. I was on the phone with her currently as I headed walked to my sixth floor room.

"Suzanna," I said as she continued on about some…dude—I shivered to think about my fourteen year old sister being with someone. I loved my sister to death. She was born nearly eleven years after me and even the first time she was put into my arms, she was an angel. The Whitlock Princess as some would call her. I didn't mind for her to be in love…I just didn't want to see her hurt. I am a brother after all.

"Suzanna!" I said, reaching my room on the key envelope.

"Yes, darling brother?" Suzanna said. I could almost see her angelica little smile, her eyes blinking over her baby blue eyes. Those eyes could cause any man to bend to her will, and just at one blink I might add. She had father—and me—wrapped around her finger.

"As much as I would love to hear about this Grant Williams," I said, transferring the phone between my head and right shoulder as I opened my envelope. "I'm more interested about—"

"How Grandpappy is?" Suzanne said, finishing my thought.

I barely smiled at how she knew what I was thinking.

"He's…doing better. Of course, if prefers to see Memam but he's doing better."

"Being a complete ba—butt to the nurses?" I slipped the key into the keylock.

Suzanna giggled at my almost slip of a curse word.

"Yes, flirts with them and refuses to take any pain meds," she said.

I narrowed my eyes as I slipped the key out and got that annoying red blinking red light. I repeated the motion again and once again I got a red light.

"Hey, Suzanna, I'll have to call you back," I said.

"Oh…okay. Is there something wrong?" Suzanna asked.

"Not sure," I said, looking at the number on the envelope and the door. They were the same. "I just have to make a quick call. I swear. I'll call you as soon as I get this little problem cleared up."

"Okay little brother," Suzanna said. "If I don't get a call back from you in ten minutes, expect me to harass you."

I chuckled and promised to call her back before then. I hung up on my sister and dialed the hotel lobby, not really wanting to go back down stairs.

"Hello, Meyer Hotel, this is Rachel. How might I help you?"

"Hi Rachel, this is Jasper Whitlock. I just checked in about four minutes ago."

"Yes Mr. Whitlock, I remember."

"Yeah, I'm on the room that's written on the envelope—619—and the key—"

"Excuse me sire…619? Are you positive?"

"Uh…yeah."

"I show that you are checked in under room 919," Rachel said. "I guess…I wrote the wrong number down."

"It's okay Rachel," I said, heading back towards the elevator. "At least it's all taken care of."

"No problem sir," Rachel said. "Is there anything I can get you?"

"If there is…I'll let you know," I said, pressing up.

"Alright, have a wonderful stay at Meyer Hotel."

I said my good bye to her on the phone just as the elevator arrived. I rolled my eyes as I remembered that the elevator got crappy reception inside the box so I couldn't call my sister back right away.

The doors opened to reveal a short teenager, dressed in designer clothes—I only knew that because Suzanna wore them all the time—digging through her purse as she stood in the back corner by the numbers. I thought I heard a groan and wondered why the girl would have groaned for as I leaned forward, in front of her, to press the button for floor nine.

I smelt some…floral?—coming from the girl. I wondered what type of perfume she wore. I leaned away from the numbers and against the mirror across from the doors.

"Gagh, I need a trim," I heard a soft high soprano voice mutter beside me.

I looked out the corner of my eye and noted that the girl was fiddling with her bangs as she looked into her compact mirror.

"I know," I said. "I haven't cut my hair in almost three months." It was the truth. And her comment about needing a trim just reminded me I needed one too. I should thank her.

I watched, out of the silver doors, as the girl turned her mirror slightly. And then her jaw dropped again. I swallowed and leaned forward, catching again her perfume, to press my floor again. The elevator was being very slow right now.

I looked at the doors again and saw that the girl was biting her lip. I studied her some. She didn't…seem like a girl now that I think about it. Suzanna was still a girl…almost to that point were she's becoming a woman, and this female beside me. She was woman. I was guessing she graduated from somewhere by the ring on her right hand that was wrapped around her purse handle.

Suddenly the lights flickered above us and elevator suddenly came to a grinding stop. I managed to shift my weight to counterbalance the suddenly motion but the female was caught off guard. She went flying forward. My eyes widened for a second as I saw she was flying towards the elevator wall and my hands shot forward and…caught her. I righted her, making sure she was completely stable before letting her go, and then asked her, "Are you alright, ma'am?"

She looked up at me and I stared into her beautiful blue-green eyes. And that was when my heart froze for a second before it picked up. I had never before had I seen eyes like hers before and never before had a heart reaction happen before.

"Beautiful blue eyes," the girl muttered, blinking a few times as she stared up at me, "beautiful cobalt color."

"Um…thank you," I said, fighting off a smile.

She blinked furious before a light blush dusted her cheeks.

"Jasper Whitlock," I said, offering my hand for her to shake.

"Mary Alice Brandon," she said, putting her hand into mine. Her hand was small, soft and very warm—very female. "But just call me Alice, no one but my mother calls me Mary."

I smiled and, at a quick decision, I lifted her hand, her very female delicate hand, and laid a kiss against her knuckles. I opened my eyes and watched her blink a few times.

"So…how about we get out of here, hm?" I said, with a slight smile as I lowered her hand, never wanting to let go of it.

I saw Alice's eyes flash down to our hands and then back at him.

"I take it you want to take me to somewhere nice and get to know me," she said, smiling.

I smiled back at her and turned to press the call button.

The hotel stuff was one of the best in the entire city of Seattle, the entire state of Washington. I would have said the entire country but I haven't been to every hotel in the nation so I couldn't say…yet. The hotel was able to get someone out on site within ten minutes of when I pressed the call button. And while we waited those quick ten minutes, I told her that if—no not if but when we got out of there—that my sister would be calling me. I told her everything about Suzanna. She smiled the entire I told her about the Whitlock Princess before asking her if she had any siblings. She told me that she understood. She had a younger sister too…though they weren't much on speaking terms.

We asked questions about each other, listening to her with undivided attention (outside when we got out of the elevator and sure enough my sister had called me a dozen times). She answered any of my questions, unafraid. I returned the favor. I wanted her to know everything about each other…I wanted to know more about this woman.

After my short call to my sister, telling her why I didn't call her back, and a few other things. I then talked in between my sister and Alice on our way to have some dinner at a little sushi place. It wasn't raining so Alice and I decided to walk to the place. Suzanna even got to talk to Alice and they managed to bond together on the short walk.

I smiled the entire time…and knew that she, this woman that barely came to my chest, was the one.

We had dinner. We talked some more. We then headed back to the hotel…to our separate rooms, but the entire time I was with Alice, I knew that she, this woman that barely came up to my chest with a lot of sweet, bubble but caring personality, was the one. I just knew it.

So…what do you guys think of Jasper's POV of Alice's story? I loved writing Jasper's POV. He's just the greatest guy, I mean…I love all the Cullens but Jasper as a special place just because he's from Texas y'all! XD lol. Anyways, review and let me know what you guys will think will happen in Rosalie's story. The first person who can guess correctly (or close enough) to what I have plan…gets to tell me one thing you want in Rosalie's story. If you want to see your favorite candy, your favorite show, anything you want, I'll write it. Just one thing. So get to review! You know when my next update is...

Huggles,
Nollie

ps- any mistakes...let me know...I'm tired and all I want to do is watch my CSI shows (I can't decided if I want to watch NCSI or CSI: Miami)