A/N: Sorry its taken me so long to post and sorry this chapter is a bit short. Alice and Jasper are HARD to write. I only hope I did them justice.

Alice's POV:

I sat, staring out the window into the thick blackness. On the bed beside me, Jasper strummed his guitar softly, playing pointless chords. He stopped after a moment.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked, turning to look at me.

He looked especially pale in the dull moonlight. I left my perch by the window and crawled into his arms.

"I was thinking about how much I wanted to do this." I pulled myself up to kiss him.

I felt his lips curve into a smile. He cradled me in his arms. I fit perfectly, like a small child.

"I was also thinking what a shame it is that the malls are not open at night."

Jasper chuckled. "Don't you do enough shopping during the day?"

I pretended to pout.

"I'm sorry, love," Jasper teased. "Would this make it up to you?"

He placed me on my back against the pillows, then brought his body over mine, hovering only a few inches above me. But as he leaned in to kiss me, my mind when blank as vision filled my head. I let out a small gasp.

"What is it, Alice?" asked Jasper, a concerned tone in his voice. He pulled his body away from mine. "What did you see?"

I only smiled cryptically. "You'll find out soon enough."

I hopped off the bed, beckoning Jasper to follow. He cocked his head, slightly confused, but then followed.

The house was silent. Rosalie and Emmett were in their bedroom, Edward was at Bella's, Carlisle was working the night shift, and Esme was off cleaning our already immaculate house.

As we approached the large staircase, I motioned for Jasper to continue down as I waited at the top.

"Ready?" I asked him.

As soon as he saw my grin, he knew what I was about to do. He waited dutifully at the base of the banister.

I hoisted myself up to the top of the banister. I slid down gracefully, landing right in Jasper's arms. I giggled as he placed me on the floor.

I walked over to the downstairs linen closet and grabbed a thick flannel blanket.

"What's that for?" asked Jasper as I lead him toward the front door.

"You'll see."

I quietly opened the door. The warm August air felt pleasant as we stepped out into the night. I reached for Jasper's hand. My small one fit nicely into his large one, like they were somehow sculpted to be together.

The lively sound of chirping crickets filled the summer night. As we walked through the forest, I noticed how the patches of sky were visible through the branches of the trees. The glow of the moon cast an eerie glow around the forest.

"It's beautiful." I stopped to admire the mystical beauty.

"Yes," agreed Jasper, but he was not looking at the forest. He was looking at me.

I smiled at him, and I knew a blush would have risen to my cheeks if I had been human.

Jasper and I were soul mates, in the deepest sense. We had come from different worlds, different times. The only thing that could draw us together was this curse, as Edward called it. Call it fate if you must, but I believed it was even deeper than that. After I had been turned and discovered my power, Jasper was all I could see. Visions of him were relentlessly thrown at me until the day I finally found him. I knew from the first time my sight had allowed me to see him that he was the one meant for me.

"Alice, where are you taking me?" Jasper pretended to be annoyed, but I could tell he was enjoying himself.

"We're almost there," I promised as we continued to snake our way through the thick forest.

Soon, we arrived at the clearing where we would often play baseball. I spread the blanket I had been carrying in the middle of the clearing. I sat down and motioned for Jasper to join me. He did so gladly and scooped me into his arms.

"So Alice. Why are we here, other than the fact that it's a beautiful night?" he murmured into my ear.

"You'll see in a couple of minutes," I told him.

As I predicted, a few minutes later, a shooting star streaked across the sky. Jasper smiled. Before we knew it, the entire sky was filled with countless falling stars.

"A meteor shower?" Jasper whispered, his lips still by my ear. I could tell he was pleased.

I leaned back against his broad chest and turned my face toward the heavens.

"Make a wish," whispered Jasper.

But I didn't need to. I already had everything I could wish for.