A/N: A isn't for Alice, so I didn't think J should be for Jasper, but I did think that it should be about Jasper's feelings. :)
And I know, I know, it's not my best, but I really hope you like it, at least.

J is for jealousy

"Let's go shopping." Alice said to me. I looked up at her, squinting to see if she was serious. She was. Of course she was. "What?"

"We just went shopping?" I said. "Genuinely, we got in, lemme check my watch-" I counted the minutes. "Seven minutes."

"That was food shopping for Nessie. Esme wanted to bake a cake or something." She wrinkled her nose. "I need to get out of here, away from that God-awful smell!" I chuckled under my breath. Alice hates being reminded that there's a food that she should love, as a girl, but then again she's never been a girl for diamonds. "Don't act like you don't mind it."

"S'okay," I said, shrugging. I didn't mind it, like Alice didn't mind coffee. "You can talk, miss caffeine-addict." She scowled at me, and I put my hands up in defeat.

"Okay, okay, I'll take you shopping, the gentleman I am." I opened the door for her and all that was proving she was ever in the room was the echo of her little squeal. I laughed again, because that girl, my girl, is just the sweetest being on earth. "Wait for me, darlin'!" I hollered to her, slipping into the passenger seat of her yellow Porsche. Sometimes I think she loves her car more than me.

"Where should we go first?" She asked, bouncing in her seat. She faced me while driving, chattering about the new stores opening up. I remember first teaching her to drive. She broke a few stolen cars, but then felt bad and insisted we leave the money for the cars with the owners. We were never poor, as Alice can see the stock market trends. So I taught her patiently, though sometimes she'd break the ground by stamping her feet. I smile at the memory and she stops. "What?"

"Do you remember when I taught you to drive?" I asked, another smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Her own lips twitch but she commands them down and frowns.

"No," she says, smiling. I know she's lying.

"Shall I tell you about it?" I teased. She shook her head so fiercely her whole body shook.

"No, I remember now!" She grins, rolling her amber eyes. "You don't have to remind me." She paused, deep in thought. "Your hair was a mess back then, though," she muses. I raise my eyebrow.

"And it's not now?" Alice runs a hand through my hair, smoothing it out on top.

"No, it's not as..." she gestures with her hands. "Wild."

"That's because we had it cut a few inches."

"It was down to your shoulders..."

"Yes, I know..." I say, thinking about it. "The flat iron doesn't like my hair either." Alice giggles.

"Nope!" She looks ahead again, and squeals (again!). "Look! Jazz, we're here!" She cries, as if it's Disney Land.

"Darli..." I trail off, as she's already running to the entrance. I run after her at human speed which bores me incredibly, and catch up with her. "We've been here far too many times for you to get so excited," I chuckle in her ear. She grins up at me and leads me to the first shop she sees. Forever 21.

Ha. "Should be Forever 19, it may be more appropriate." I roll my eyes. She just drags me in, frowning for one forth of a second.

"I like this, do you?" She skips over to another rail. "Ooh, or maybe this?" Alice flits from shelf to shelf, piling me up with stuff. Finally she decides to try it all on, simply to spend more time in her idea of Heaven.

She slams the door behind her, leaving me holding sixteen dresses and three blouses. As well as a variety of shoe boxes. I set them down next to me, and sit on the little box chairs that you can model shoes with. No doubt Alice would. Three guys approach me and I stand, trying to be polite. There isn't a lady with them, and so I'm wary of their intentions in the women's department, particularly around the dressing rooms.

"Is that your girlfriend's stuff?" I nod, even though Alice is much more than a girlfriend. He nudges his friends. "He's whipped through and through." I raise my eyebrow, silently daring them to say something else. Alice, who is most probably in her own world, flings the door open.

"Hey, Jazz, what do you thin-" Alice stopped twirling and locked eyes with me. The two men beside me began leering.

"Well, I give you props, Blondie, this one is hot."

"Now, Jazz, let's just pay for these and go, shall we?" I felt myself burning with anger, but I forced out a smile for my Alice. I felt perverse feelings, and had to restrain myself from ripping their necks off their bodies.

"I'll pay for those, baby," he says, leering over Alice like she was a piece of meat. She would be able to over power them easily, but I felt her uncomfortableness and feelings of being degraded, which she was by these animals.

"I'd thank you to not address a lady like that," I said with gritted teeth. To my horror, Alice greeted them kindly.

"Hello, guys," she said, calmly. "I'd love to spend some more time with you but me and my boyfriend have to get going." By this time, Alice knew what I was feeling, simply because we're very intune with each other. I picked up Alice's clothes for her, took her hand and led her to the checkout. I was so focused on calming myself that I only realized we were being followed when we were half way down the shopping center.

"Hey again, sweet thing," they guffawed, as if it was some huge joke. "So, angel cake, are we cool to be hanging with you guys?"

"Actually, we were just leaving." Alice smiles. She grips my hand and whispers, inaudible for humans, "It's alright. You won't hurt 'em. You're fine. I love you, Jazzy."

That calmed me more than I'd like to admit, but I was okay with that.

She drove us home, after of course buying a few things she saw on the way. She skipped us in, and we sat on her bed. I massaged my temples, still burning with anger. Jealously. I didn't even know why.

"Jazz, it's only natural to feel protective of your mate, you know that!" She said gently.

"I was jealous of those morons!" I said despairingly.

"Why? They're stupid, I love you."

"I know."

"Don't feel insecure," she teased. "Your hair is still awesome." She smiled.

I made a face and she cracked up. And then I knew that she was the only thing keeping me going; and I am perfectly okay with that.