The bags under her eyes screamed "sleep deprivation" at me as she stared up at me sadly. I took her by the arm and led her upstairs.
"Get some sleep," I nodded, taking her bedding back to her room, "My bed or yours?"
She stared at me for a while and pointed at me.
"Alright," I smiled, gently leading her to my room and tucking her in. She cuddled under the covers, almost up to her forehead, "If you need anything, I'm just in her."
I gestured to my study, and Alice nodded and closed her eyes. I sat down and began to watch my documentary. I struggled to concentrate, and Esme's disturbance room didn't help.
"Jasper?" she peeked her head around the door, "Do you know where Alice is?"
"She's in my room, asleep," I replied, "She came in a few minutes ago, she looked exhausted."
I guessed Alice would appreciate me not telling Esme about finding her under my desk.
"Poor sweetheart," Esme looked at my bedroom door with sympathy, as if it was the one suffering, "I'll bring up some breakfast for you both."
"Thanks," I replied, staring at the TV meaningfully. Luckily, Esme got the message and left me in peace. I actually managed to get through the whole documentary and take some notes, and after just an hour, Alice emerged from my room. Completely silent, she sat beside me and looked at me.
"Our breakfast is there," I smiled at her, pointing at the bowl of fruit in front of us. Esme had loaded it with almost every fruit in existence, which wasn't too much of a surprise from her. Alice stared at it in awe, her bambi eyes wide as she took a closer look. Her skinny hand picked out a small strawberry, and she looked at me for a while and offered it to me.
"You have it," I laughed, "Have whatever you like!"
Alice's cheeks flushed a light pink as she took a small bite of the strawberry, and did the same thing with everything she picked. She asked permission to take something before she ate it, and it was getting a little tiring. We ended up taking turns to pick a piece of fruit, as it made Alice relax a lot more. She was scared of me getting annoyed if I took a something I wanted, when I didn't mind at all.
Without warning, Alice ran from the room and got dressed and ready for the day. She performed a small, perfect twirl in front of me, showing off her new black dress with swans all over that she'd bought on our shopping trip. She beckoned me to follow as she made her way into the living room downstairs. Emmett, Rosalie and Edward were all present, sitting in front of the TV. This wasn't unusual in the Cullen household.
Emmett was partway through a Saw movie, something Rosalie could just about handle and something Edward had learned to ignore over time like I had. Alice, however, had to deal with violence and possibly gore, although much less severe, and wasn't prepared to watch such a movie. Her eyes widened into almost perfect circles and leapt behind me, quivering as she clung to me in terror.
"Emmett," Edward and I both said in unison. Edward raised an eyebrow and tipped his head in mine and Alice's direction.
"Oh, sorry," Emmett tried his hardest to hide his disappointment, and then changed it to the sport channel. Alice relaxed and came to sit by Emmett's feet on the floor.
"You don't have to sit on the floor," Emmett beckoned her to sit beside him with a smile. Alice shook her head and smiled back at him, drawing her knees to her chest. She reached for me to sit beside her and giggled quietly. As soon as I sat on the floor I was greeted by one of Emmett's feet in my face. In absolute repulsion, I yelped and ducked, shoving it away. Alice found this hilarious, a tear streaming down her cheek from laughing so excessively. Rosalie rolled her eyes and held her magazine up in front of her face in a dramatic attempt of exasperation.
Emmett flicked through the TV channels until he came to the wrestling channel. Letting out a loud, booming whoop, he put down the remote and watched intently. Alice did the opposite, her giggles withering into silence as she curled into a ball and stared at me, her hair bouncing as she shook her head.
"No wrestling," I looked at Emmett, "No violence."
Alice nodded and smiled at me in gratitude, holding her arms out for a hug. I gently wrapped my arms around her, and she wriggled closer until she was sitting on my knee.
Emmett clearly wasn't in a considerate mood. That and his logic seemed to have a fault. He'd switched the TV to a crime drama. At first, Alice was fine with it, not quite realising what this type of show entailed. But then a body was shown on screen.
Alice leapt up and escaped the room, to all our shock.
"Freak," Rosalie muttered, "We can't do anything without her having some kind of episode."
"Rose, her mom just died," Edward glared at her, "Have some respect."