I really really love all you reviewers. in an "i-appreciate-you-very-much" way

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And since there is so much plot potential. (as I've been told)

more for you 3

Alice and Bella are Not mine.

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Alice:

Bella balked, her mouth hanging open. "A-are you serious?"

Alice nodded. "I saw your wedding. You, in a beautiful wedding dress, but I couldn't see who you were getting married to.... and I just had to know... if it was me..." Alice voice came out a barely audible whisper. After all, she had put Bella through a lot recently, and she didn't want to scare her off because of a proposal.

She didn't want to be like her brother- foolish, archaic. But over her many sleepless nights, she knew that this would torment her, replaying the vision over again in her mind, like a moving montage of photographs- Bella's wedding.

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Bella:

Her mind reeled at the thought of marriage. She would've expected that from Edward. But Alice? It just- she just... hadn't seen it coming, not from a mile away.

"Alice, I...." she started, wincing. "I don't know..."

Alice's golden eyes filled with dismay. "I understand." She nodded; her composure was back in a spilt second.

Bella's heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, she couldn't stand to see Alice looking so crushed. "I love you." Bella said, not knowing what else to say. She placed her hand on Alice's cold cheek. Alice smiled at her.

"I love you too." She leaned in, inhumanly quick, and placed a kiss on Bella's cheek. "You should get some rest." Alice rose from the bed. "I'll let you have some peace and quiet. "

"Thanks." Bella nodded, watching her flit out the door.

The empty room was not enough to contain all of her conflicting emotions. She lay in Alice's plush bed, shivering in the comforter. She already missed Alice's presence and didn't see how she was going to fall asleep. But soon, she began to drift, all the while feeling like a fool for turning down Alice Cullen.

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Edward:

He watched his sister carefully. Far past his jealously now, he wondered how Bella was doing. Alice seemed strange; she sat on the floor, crossed legged, humming to herself, eyes shut tightly, rocking back and forth. He leaned down, placing his hand on her shoulder.

"Alice?"

It took her a minute to stop. She literally froze, statuesque, and opened her eyes, looking up at him. "Yes?"

He gave her a look of concern, her mind suddenly showing him what she had been worried about. "You.... proposed to her....?" His words came out low and measured.

She was unhappy. "Yes."

"She said no?" He questioned, wondering if he was prying too much.

Alice nodded, "More or less."

Edward didn't know how to receive this news.

Alice spoke, quiet and impassive. "I saw everything Edward, it was breath-taking. But if I'm not in it, then who is? I think... I think that I just planned everything...."

Although he sensed the heartache in his sister's voice, he wondered if this meant that he had another chance...

"You're visions are always subjective to change." He said, trying to reassure her, but not feeling very brotherly at the moment; he headed to his room; there were some thoughts that needed sorting out and a record player that was calling his name.

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Alice:

She felt a hand on her shoulder, too much like her own skin temperature to be Bella's. She sighed audibly. She had moved to the kitchen, staring out the window at the sheeting rain, begging for another vision, to no avail.

"What is it, Rose?" She made no effort to hide her annoyance.

"You've got to stop this brooding."

Alice turned swiftly, "Why? Is it the law?"

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "Oh, don't even try. I've got the market cornered on being the bitch in this house." Attempting to make Alice laugh. It was a no-win situation.

"What do you want, Rosalie?" Alice asked again, through gritted teeth.

Rosalie avoided eye contact. "All of this over a stupid human girl. Edward, you, Jasper. I think it's ridiculous."

Alice scoffed, turning her back on her sister. "No one asked for your opinion."

But Rosalie persisted. "I know why you're hurting..."

Alice laughed bitterly, her anguished reflection reaching Rosalie through the glass. "Is nothing private in this house?"

"No." Rosalie smirked. "I hope all this works itself out soon," Her hand brushed against Alice's shoulder in an attempt at sympathy. "For your sake."

Alice nodded, a silent thank you. She listened to Rosalie leave, glad to be alone again.

She watched the sheeting rain, and hoped it would serve as a feasible distraction from her thoughts.

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Bella:

She tossed and turned, crying out in her sleep. Her voice, a pitiful whine, unknowingly uttering from her lips. "Alice..." she craved her company; her dreams were overwhelmed with loneliness.

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Alice:

"Sweetheart," Esme's footsteps came up behind her.

She sighed again, her family worried for her, sometimes a bit too much. She turned, smiling wanly. "Esme." She stepped forward to reciprocate her mother's hug.

"Sweetie, Bella's calling for you in her sleep." Esme informed her, stepping back and giving her a knowing, motherly gaze. "Don't you think you should go to her?"

Alice nodded, ashamed that she had been so wrapped up in her own mind that she didn't know she was needed. "Yes. I didn't hear her..."

Esme gave her a concerned look.

Alice flitted from the kitchen and up the stairs; she couldn't take any more of her family's sympathy.

She pushed the door to her room open slowly. Her comforter was on the floor and Bella lay shivering in her bed, tossing and turning, whining in her sleep. "Alice, Alice..."

She shook her head, picking up the cover and wrapping Bella in it snugly; then she lay down next to Bella and took her arms, holding Bella close. She pressed her icy lips to Bella's forehead. She was feverishly warm. Alice soothingly stroked Bella's hair.

"Shh, it's alright. I'm here." Bella soon stopped squirming in her sleep. Alice watched her human sleep. Listening as Bella sighed in contentment and clung to her, "Oh Alice...." Bella nuzzled against her.

Alice sighed, placing her lips to Bella's forehead once more.... and foreseeing the regression in their relationship. She watched herself become solely the best friend again, there to comfort and advise. To secretly pine for and nothing more...

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Aha, must everyone in the household give alice relationship advice?

who knows?

and Edward thinks best to music- fyi- (yes, that is random.)

a random but interesting appearance from Rosalie.

And an angsty bittersweet last few lines. Less sex more angst. Lol

R&R si'l vous plait. More to come.

why, thank-yew.