A/N;; So sorry bout not updating peoples. I know I said I'd update as soon as I got back from vacation, but I guess I kinda lied. Heh. I have about a month till school starts again and I'm over my head with shit—fanfiction being a part of that (but don't worry, fanfic is good shit :D)

So, anyway, I beg you guys not to stop reading or reviewing, and not to get impatient with me. I promise I'll try to turn these things out quicker now. Hopefully I can update a story ever other day or so? ;D

Alice's POV – Age 15

I'd passed out the night before halfway through carrying Rose's sleeping bag to Bella's room. All I could really remember was slacking and hitting the floor. After that, I remembered someone pressing ice to my eyes and feeling the floor change to my bed.

And now, as I opened my eyes, I was blinded, even by the very dim lighting of my room. I stumbled over to the window and closed the blinds. I swayed on my feet—something I never did; that was Bella—and landed on the floor, flat on my butt. I bashed my head against the wall lightly.

But, thankfully, Bella and Rose had been right. The saltine crackers and water had definitely helped wear off the worst of it. I'd expected to feel much woozier to the point of where I'd need to throw up, but it was just a slight dizziness that would easily be cured by breakfast… or so I hoped.

"Look whose up."

I looked up from hitting my head and saw Rose, standing in the doorway, smirking.

"What's got you so happy?" I mumbled.

"Oh nothing," she said indifferently.

"You're such a horrible liar."

"You really want to know?" she asked. Considering her tone, she wasn't going to wait for me to respond. "Fred ratted us out. Told his mom what Emmett and I did."

"And you're happy about this why?" I asked, caught off guard. I hadn't expected that, and that was bizarre, because I was one to always expect everything.

"Because when she called the house to yell about it, Bella told her why we did that." Rose's smirk became more pronounced, and after a second of silence, it turned into a full-on grin.

"Apparently, this wasn't the first time he did something like this," Rosalie continued. "His mom is making him take this class thing at a juvenile detention center now, because of what he did to you."

I couldn't help but feel a grim satisfaction building inside me that he got what he deserved. Rose helped me up and kept one hand on my shoulder as we went downstairs, as if waiting for me to fall over the side of the railing and puke again. I shook my head and smiled silently at her over protectiveness.

"Bella's got breakfast cooking," she informed me as I inhaled the scent of eggs and bacon, maybe even French toast? Yum. I'd expected the smell of food to repulse me, but a lot of my expectations turned out to be wrong. This was my first hangover, after all, no matter how subtly it was hitting me.

"Order up," Bella sang, sliding three plates of food onto the kitchen table. I took a seat in front of the plate with the less food piled onto it. Don't get me wrong—Bella was an excellent cook, far better than me, but I didn't want to overdo it this morning. The last thing I needed was to be throwing up when Mom and Dad called to see how the party had gone.

I picked up my fork and took a small bit off food into my mouth. I chewed it and swallowed, waiting to see how my stomach would react to the new substance. When it seemed like I'd be fine, I started eating again, my eyes wandering around the room.

"So did Jasper call yesterday?" Rose asked, covering her mouth as she chewed.

"I called him," I said, wiping the corners of my mouth with my napkin. "I wanted to ask him about this note Maria took from him."

"Ooh, what was the note about?" Bella asked, standing and taking her plate to the sink. "Done?" she questioned, looking at my plate. I nodded and felt around in the pocket of my jeans—that I just realized I'd slept in the night before—and pulled out the note. I smoothed it out on the table and read from it.

When I was done, I folded the paper back up and put it back in my pocket. Rose and Bella were staring at me with wide eyes. I was giggling like a schoolgirl and smiling so much it made my face hurt.

"Erm… Alice? Can I talk to you?" Rose asked.

I leaned forward. "Sure, Rose. I'm all ears."

She looked over at Bella. "Alone, please?"

"Rose, I know where you're going with this," Bella said, dropping the plates in the sink and wiping her hands on her jeans. "If you're thinking what I think you're thinking—and I'm pretty sure I think I know what you're thinking—then I think I should stay."

"I think you know what I'm thinking about," Rose said, motioning for Bella to sit down. I giggled internally at the many variations of the word 'think' that had been used, then returned to being confused.

"What's this about?" I asked. My hand instinctively reached out to grab Bella's shoulder as she tripped over the leg of her chair, but my eyes never left Rose's.

"Alice, what were your first thoughts when you read that?" Rosalie started.

"I was ecstatic," I answered automatically. "I couldn't have been happier."

"You couldn't have been happier…," Bella sighed. "Alice, dig deeper inside yourself. Look beyond your happiness." She said the last word in a sarcastic voice. I couldn't imagine why.

I looked at her funny and tried to dig beyond my original feelings. I found that, hidden within my excite, there was a small pang of something. It made me feel sick, like I wanted to throw up. If I focused on it, it was like a hangover six times over.

"There's a little twinge," I said. "Why do you ask?"

Rose and Bella looked at each other. Rosalie sighed; Bella shook her head.

"Alice, do you really have no clue who the girl is that Jasper wrote about?" Bella asked tentatively.

"I haven't really thought about it," I answered. "But, no, actually, I don't. Why? Do you guys know?"

Rosalie pinched the bridge of her nose and took a few deep breaths. She looked up at me, her blue eyes piercing mine.

"It's you, Alice," she told me. "You're the girl of Jasper's dreams. He's in love with you."

I stared for a second; first at Rose, then at Bella. They both looked utterly, scarily serious. I couldn't help but laugh. In fact, I laughed so hard, I was clutching at my sides and gasping for breath. Bella and Rosalie exchanged an exasperated glance.

But that only made me laugh harder.

I kept laughing, and laughing, and laughing at the looks on their faces until Bella slapped me across the face. She sat down and twiddled her thumbs, keeping her eyes on her hands and her hair shielding her face as if she was ashamed that she'd just hit me.

I stopped laughing and straightened up in my chair, rubbing the side of my face.

"Thanks," I muttered. "I needed that."

Bella smiled at me sheepishly and gave me a thumbs up. I giggled.

"Anyway," I said, "that's the craziest thing I've ever heard. Jasper isn't in love with me."

"Yes he is," the two of them sang together.

"And you're in love with him," Rose added matter-of-factly.

"Okay, now I think you need a slap. Bella, will you do the honors, or should I?" I smirked.

"No, Alice, I'm with Rose on this one," she said. "He loves you. You love him. You guys are in love with each other."

"You're both crazy," I said, moving to stand up. Rose beat me to it. She came around and sat me back down in my chair. She and Bella scooted her chairs closer to me, sandwiching me in so that I couldn't leave. I pouted and crossed my arms like a four year old.

"Alice, don't you wonder why he's so protective of you?" Rose asked.

"He's my best friend," I said. "Of course he's protective of me."

"Didn't you ever wonder why he was always so affectionate with you?" Bella asked.

"Or why you were so affectionate with him?" Rose added.

"We have an affectionate friendship," I answered. "Duh."

Rose grabbed my wrist lightly and held up it up so that the sparkling pearl bracelet that dangled from it shone brightly in the sunlight coming in through the windows.

"He gave this to you in second grade," Bella reminded me. "I never remember you taking it off. Why is that?"

I snatched my wrist back and absentmindedly brushed a few of the pearls with the tip of my finger. "It was a gift from him," I told her. "Remember? It's special to me."

"Why is it special to you, Alice?" Rose demanded.

"Because he's my best friend, so anything he gives me is precious by default," I said, my palms starting to sweat.

"You're lying," Bella said.

"No I'm not!" I squeaked. Tears stung my eyes.

"You are, Alice," Rosalie said. "Now why is it so special to you?"

"Be—because," I stuttered. "Because… because I don't know!"

"You do know," Bella stated, her voice shaking. All our voices were shaking. I knew what they wanted to hear, but they weren't going to get it out of me. Not as long as my free will was still intact.

"Say it, Alice," Rose insisted.

"I—I can't!"

"Say it," Bella pressed.

"N—n—no! No!"

"Say it!" they both yelled.

"Because I'm in love with him!"

A/N;; I really, desperately need your views on this, guys, like no joke XD Reviews are epic love, especially for this chappie.

PS: Say happy birthday to me; I'm blowing out twelve candles today :D