Once again, I'm really sorry. I'm not going to give you a whole long list of excuses, as I know people hate that. I'm also going to try to keep this A/N reasonably short, even though writing long A/Ns seems to be my speciality… All I'm going to say is this – I absolutely hate having writer's block. It is horrible. I mean that.

I have made a playlist with most of the music from this story, I will add to it as I update the story. It has the songs from chapters 2 and 3 there, as well as this chapter. Unfortunately I couldn't find the song from chapter 1 on the website so it does not have that on it. This is the link to it: http :// listen . grooveshark . com /#/ playlist /FF+ Runway+ Music/ 18460464 (remove spaces).

Oh, and once again, all credit for clothes and the descriptions of them go to Laura (glittergirlaura). She is a fashion genius. Pictures will be on my profile soon.

Wait, one more thing… Nat is now called JustLivingOnAnotherPlanet – she changed her name from shadowytopaz so if you're looking for her profile then don't look for her old name. I have put that on my profile too, but it's here just in case you haven't been over there. And if you haven't, do xD

Huh. So much for a short A/N!

Disclaimer: You go into a search engine and type Stephenie Meyer. An image appears, and you now know what she looks like. Do you know what I look like? No. Therefore, I am not Stephenie Meyer.

Go on, go on, come on leave me breathless
Tempt me, tease me until I can't deny this
loving feeling, make me long for your kiss

(Breathless, The Corrs)

Alice's POV

"So, Alice, who's this guy that Rosalie's planning on flirting with all evening?" Bella asked me. Really. Trust her. So behind the time!

"Emmett McCarty," I replied. "According to her, he's really hot, but I didn't really see him." I blushed slightly. "Jasper was there…" Bella smiled.

"Here's you trying to set us all up with our true loves while you're head over heels in love yourself! Don't worry, Ali, maybe you'll get to speak to him tonight."

"I hope so," I said, sighing. Jasper Whitlock was by far the best man in the world. He was so perfect in every way, and I would do anything to get him to notice me. The only problem was that he was 6' 3" and I was 4' 10". It's not fair. It seems like I haven't grown an inch since I was twelve! I hate being so small, people either genuinely don't see me or they act like I don't exist.

"Oh Alice, how many times do I have to tell you?" asked Bella playfully. "Don't worry about your height; I've heard that tall guys like small girls." I glared at her. "Sorry, I mean women. Anyway, you might have a chance with Jasper after all. You're so selfless; you need to start thinking about yourself instead of everyone else for a change. Just be yourself – go and get your own man instead of helping us find ours. We're grown women now, we can look after ourselves now," she teased.

"Bella's right," interrupted Esme, speaking from the other side of Bella. "You spend so much time trying to look after all of us that you never seem to spend any time working for what you want. Ali, you know you can help us and yourself at the same time, right?"

I pondered that for a minute, but I was saved from having to answer by a squealing – quietly squealing, but still squealing – Rosalie.

"Oh Alice, Bella, Esme!" she cried. "Emmett is…" she stopped for a moment, probably searching for the right word, "so much more than hot! There is no word to describe him, he's perfect! And he looks so wonderful close up… he winked at me Alice! Do you think that means something?" Her gushing was beginning to sound a bit like my thoughts on Jasper just a few minutes before.

"I… I don't know Rose," I replied slowly. "I'm sorry." She stared at me dejectedly, like I had let her down in some way, before her stare turned to an anxious gaze.

"What's up, Alice?" she asked me. "Something's bothering you, I can tell." She sat down next me so she was closer to my height. "It'll all be okay, Ali," she said softly. "You can tell me, what's wrong?" I paused and stared at her for a moment, before standing up, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the restroom where we could have some privacy.

As soon as we were somewhere more private, I laid my head on Rose's shoulder and burst into tears, feeling relieved that I had chosen to wear waterproof make-up. I stood there sobbing for a few moments before Rosalie asked me what was wrong.

"Oh Rose," I sighed sadly. "It's so unfair! Why do I have to be so small? All I've ever wanted in life is to be a bit taller, and now I have a good reason to grow, but I still just can't, however hard I try! What can I do?"

She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly, trying to calm me down.

"Alice," she whispered, wiping my tears away. "Jasper won't mind. You're the sort of girl that's beautiful on the inside and out, however tall or small you are. Come on, Ali, you've got to get out there and impress your man, he'll be amazed. You look stunning. Honest."

I smiled weakly at her and pulled her back out of the room into the crowded hallway, where Esme and Bella met me and dragged me to the curtain where I knew I should have been, each holding one of my arms.

"Alice, where were you?" asked Bella frantically.

"Erm… I was…" I didn't want to tell them I had been crying, it wasn't like me, so I though quickly. Luckily for me, I was saved from having to answer by the urgent voice of the stage manager.

"Miss Brandon, get out there now! You should have been going up 47 seconds ago!" Suddenly, he bent down towards me and stared suspiciously at my eyes. "Have you been crying?" he asked.

"No, sir," I said quickly, too quickly, but he just sighed and pushed me up the steps that led to the catwalk.

I rushed onto the runway and walked along it in a daze. I forced myself to keep looking straight ahead and not look to the side to where I knew that Jasper would be sitting.

"And this is Alice, draped in a gorgeous multi-coloured dress from Guess that is just so her!" came the voice from above me. She was the same woman as had commented on my clothes for the past two years, and I really hated her voice. I mean, couldn't they get someone good in for a change? "Her friends tell me that the dress matches her personality perfectly. It has a deep V-neck with a banded waist and it falls just above her knee. With this, she's wearing open toe sling back Christian Dior high heels. They have a cork platform with white patent leather and a bow on the front. Our Alice may be small, but once again she looks absolutely beautiful."

I mentally scowled to myself – shouldn't they know that I hate to be called small? I mean, I'd told them enough times! What chance did I have of getting a decent man – by that, I mean Jasper – if people are going round just advertising my height? I do everything I can, I wear high heeled shoes, I eat health foods, I exercise regularly, I even physically stretch myself! But, no, nothing works. It's… no. I'm not going to say 'it's not fair'. That makes me sound like a bratty ten-year-old.

You're twenty-two, Alice, you're twenty-two, I told myself angrily. Whatever your conscience may say, you're not ten!

But I look ten!

Oh well! said that annoying little voice in my head. That doesn't matter.

Yes it does. I don't care what you say.

Okay, now you sound ten.

Shut up!

No.

I said shut up!

Let me say what I need to say, and then I'll shut up.

Promise?

Yes.

Well hurry up and say it then.

Okay, okay! Well… what I'm trying to say is that though you think you look a lot younger than you are, that's not what matters. You know that old saying? 'People that matter don't mind; people that mind don't matter'. If you and Jasper mean anything to each other, then he won't mind.

You've got a point, but you promised. Shut up now.

Fine.

I internally growled at myself in my head. I did that sometimes, I would hold long conversations with myself, and would get distracted from whatever I was actually supposed to be doing. Sometimes I did really stupid things while I was talking to myself, like shouting things really loudly. I quickly glanced around the room. Good, everyone seemed normal, no-one was laughing and pointing at me.

Oh… there was one person pointing at me… but there was no laughter, and it was only a hand sticking out, as though it was reaching out to me. He was staring at me in what looked like awe.

Wait… he? I looked more closely, subtly squinting into the darkness that came from directly behind one of the many spotlights that were lighting the runway.

No. It couldn't be. I'd promised myself I wouldn't look at him, and I'd just broken that promise. I'd never been much good at keeping promises, and I had just proved that flaw in me.

I sighed quietly. I'd already messed up this show, although I hadn't publicly made a fool of myself. That was something; I could afford myself one quick look before I ran back to our dressing room.

Yes, it was definitely him. Jasper.

That one look was what sent me dashing backstage, straight to my friends.

Jasper's POV

"So, Em, what did you think of her?" I asked Emmett. We were all hoping he'd find the closest thing to a soul mate tonight; he had been, well, a little depressed lately, he wanted to settle down into a serious relationship but he was scared that he would meet wrong girl and think she was 'The One' when actually she wasn't.

He didn't answer.

"Emmett?" I said again, waving a hand in front of his face. "Is anybody home?"

"Oh, I'm sorry," he replied, snapping out of the daze he was in and turning to face me. "What was that?"

"I asked you what you thought of that young woman."

"She was… gorgeous. Jazz, that was her," he said, his eyes sparkling.

"Her?" I inquired. "What do you mean?"

"I mean that was her! I just knew it, the second she stepped up there, she will be mine and I will be hers." There was not a trace of his usual joking personality, he looked so gentle and his eyes were full of love for the woman he had only seen once. He was my best friend and I wanted him to be happy, so if he was sure that Rosalie Hale was the person he had been looking for his whole life, all I had to offer was encouragement.

"That's great, Em," I said. "You should talk to her later, go backstage and see if you can find her."

"I should?"

"Yeah, you should. But Emmett? Be careful, won't you? She is gorgeous, but I've met her before and she's not easy to get. She's had a hard time with some guys before and she's terrified of getting hurt, whatever crap the press might say about her."

He paused, seeming to think things through a bit, but the sound of the announcer brought both of us away from the conversation.

"And this is Alice, draped in a gorgeous multi-coloured dress from Guess that is just so her! Her friends tell me that the dress matches her personality perfectly. It has a deep V-neck with a banded waist and it falls just above her knee. With this, she's wearing open toe sling back Christian Dior high heels. They have a cork platform with white patent leather and a bow on the front. Our Alice may be small, but once again she looks absolutely beautiful."

Oh, that woman was annoying, but she had that one right. Alice was beautiful, more beautiful than any of the other models there then, more beautiful than anyone I had seen before in my whole life.

I didn't know what was happening to me. It was like I was drawn towards her, like there was some aura around her that was pulling me in. My hand lifted involuntarily and stretched out towards her, before I caught myself and pulled it back.

But not before I noticed her turn her head slightly towards me and stare at me.

Our eyes locked for just a couple of seconds before she almost ran towards the curtain at the end of the runway, but it was all I needed to know that Emmett wasn't the only one who had found his soul mate.

Done it! Finally!

Right, I know the section in Jasper's POV is a lot shorter than Alice's, but I think that's a bit of a habit, really. I'm a girl (in case you hadn't noticed yet!) so it's kinda hard to get into a guy's mind.

Anyway, hope you liked it. Please drop me a review, feedback is always good.