So this one is silly. No Jasper and Alice interaction. Tomorrow though, it's back to our favorite couple.


In my first months in Dillon, I frequented this dive bar kind of a lot. I was moping and hating this place. I befriended several unscrupulous characters, high school drop outs and drug dealers and the like. They did not bring out the best of me, and I mostly stopped hanging out with them when Bella and Rose took me in.

I've never really had real friends before now. Especially not girl ones.

Now I'm back because I've got a whole lot of questions about what happened a couple nights ago with Jazz and this is the place to find the one person who has any answers.

I pause in the entryway and let my eyes adjust to the dingy light before spotting the person I need to see. I march on over there, startling him.

"Holy fuck, Alice," Peter says when I appear at his side. "How the fuck do you just appear like that? It's creepy."

I actually like Pete, even though he's a giant dick head. We got to know each other pretty well when I was visiting Jazz at the rehab center every day because they were sharing a room. Peter was there for what he called a "tune up." They have the same injury, only Peter has been living with his for six years.

"Can I have a word with you?" I demand. I'm aware of Peter's companions laughing at me, laughing at Peter because the little freak spooked him, but I don't care.

"Sure thing, Ali," he says, glancing around the table. "Have a seat."

"In private," I insist, scowling at his asshole friends.

We find an empty table in the corner, and I sit, bouncing my knee because I'm nervous.

"What's up, little lady?" he asks, bringing his mug of beer to his lips.

"You can have sex, right, Pete?" I ask without prelude.

He chokes on his beer, sputtering a little and staring at me like I'm crazy.

"You interested, Alice?" he asks when he gets a hold of himself. "Because that's pretty fucked up given what our boy has already been through with his last girlfriend."

I feel a little stab of hate for Bella and Edward. It's complicating, being as were friends and all.

"I'm not his girlfriend," I snap. I've never been a girlfriend before and the thought is terrifying. "And that's not why I'm here, you old pervert."

"Alice, you're freakin' me the fuck out. What's this about?" he demands, losing patience with me.

"Shit, this is awkward," I say, hiding my face in my hands. "But I really want to ask you some questions that might be a little bit personal in nature."

"Damn, I don't think I've ever seen you this flustered," he comments. "It's pretty entertainin'."

"Peter," I say with a groan.

"Do you want a drink? You look like you could use a drink," he says.

"No, I don't want a fucking drink," I spit out.

"Okay, okay. Easy there, girl. What happened?"

"Well, we kind of had a little mishap, if you will," I mutter, unable to meet his eye. I'm willing to bet my drawing hand that Jasper hasn't told Peter about what happened, hasn't asked any questions. He's too much of a macho man to admit to the problems he's having, even though Peter is probably a wealth of information of the subject.

That's why I'm here.

Even if it's fuck all uncomfortable.

"Oh, really?" Peter leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest and smirking at me. He's loving this, how uncomfortable I am. What an asshole.

"Yeah," I continue. I've never been particularly shy about the sex stuff, but it's different with Jasper. Everything is different with Jasper. "He… um… was having trouble staying at attention, if you know what I mean."

"Oh I know what you mean," replies Peter with a slight chuckle.

I hate his smirk.

"Okay, never mind. I thought I could count on you to take this fucking seriously but if not than fuck this. I'm out of—"

I rise halfway in my seat, ready to storm off.

"Calm down, Ali," Peter says, touching my wrist. His whole tone is different so I do as he says and sit back down. "It's just that I'm proud of my boy, is all. It's like he's all growed up. And I'm just thrilled that it's you and not that shameless floozy of a girl who cheated with his useless best friend."

"Well, I'm glad too. Now are you gonna help me or not?" I demand.

"Well, it just ain't gonna happen," Peter says, making my heart sink. "Not for awhile, anyway. He's like a newborn baby, you know. He's gotta re-learn everythin' and he's been doin' a bang up job so far but these things take time."

"Time," I murmur, wishing there was something more I could do. Not only do I want him now, I want him to be able to do it for him too. "Time."

"Yup. He's gotta figure out what works for him now. What turns him on."

Now I feel a little sick. What if I don't do it for him? What if he's not attracted to me?

"Relax, Alice. All the eye fuckin' that goes on between you makes the rest of us a little uncomfortable," Peter assures me.

I let out a big breath and slump over in my chair. This sure seems like a lot of hard work to get into some guys pants. And that's what it's about, right? That's all I want from him, right?

Yeah, it sounds like bullshit to me too.

"So, given the time, will he ever be able to… you know…." Again, I don't understand why I'm suddenly so hesitant to say what I mean.

"What, shoot fireworks?" Peter asks, teasing me again. Fuck his fucking smirk. I resist the urge to smack him.

"Well, yeah," I reply with a shrug, still embarrassed.

"Have super happy fun time?"

"Yes! Shit, Peter."

I think I'll fuckin' smack him.

"Yes," Peter replies with a chuckle. "He will. Probably. Most likely. Just maybe not every time. You okay with that?"

I only consider it for a second. What? I like sex. So fucking sue me.

"Yeah. That's okay with me," I reply. Peter nods, making me feel like I passed some sort of test. It's kinda cute, how he's protective of Jazz. I know Peter sees a lot of himself in Jasper. Before his own accident almost six years ago, Peter was a track star, all set to go to the Olympics and everything.

He once told me that he still runs in his dreams, so fast it's like flying.

Peter gets Jazz, that's for sure. Jasper really opens up to Peter, but only on occasion.

"Pete, can you talk to him maybe? Let him know it's not his fault? He didn't listen to me when I told him it's not his fault," I ask.

"You know all this is gonna piss him off right? When I bring it up and have to tell him how I even know about your little mishap, he's gonna be pissed that we talked about this at all," Peter warns.

"Yeah, I know. He'll get over it."

Peter goes back to his drink. I think hard on everything he's told me.