I do not own Twilight.

Sorry I have been MIA lately. Work is a lot, and school is even more. I've written up a good amount of chapters for this and I'll be posting them a lot more regularly like I had been before.

Enjoy!

It's not until the weekend that I've planned on seeing Alice that I realize I don't even know where she lives.

I know that during our senior year, she had planned on going to New York for school, but I don't even know if that's where she is now, or if that's even where she ended up. I call Charlie, because he's the only one that would know. He's the only one left that gives me any sort of connection with Alice.

Emmett never really knew her too well, and I am certain Jasper would not want me to contact him.

I gasp in pain as I realize that I don't even know if they're still together. Jasper and Alice had always been a package deal in school, but this is a new world. It was a new world the second Edward advanced on Jasper, the boy who has been his closest ally since elementary school.

I know that Edward and Jasper had not been in contact since the fight, right up until I ended things with Edward after my first year of college. And I'm almost positive Edward did not go out of his way to fix other relations after that.

"Yeah, Bells, I'm fine. Haven't died yet, still on these Goddamn crutches," is Charlie's greeting when he answers the phone and, despite the war going on in my stomach and mind, I manage a giggle.

"That's good, I'm glad," I say, "but I'm actually calling for a favor."

"Oh, sure, Bells. Anything you need." The joy in his tone increases exceptionally and I am sure he is just glad that things are beginning to return to normal.

For him.

"Do you think you can ask officer Brandon where Alice is living?"

I wait with bated breath for Charlie's answer. I had a feeling he wouldn't take too kindly to this question. He and my mother (and, of course, Edward) had taken the brunt of my anger and depression the week after Alice had told me not to talk to her.

I still feel bad about it to this day; the fight had nothing to do with them, and yet I made it seem as though it was all their fault. It was just basic teenage hormones, I think.

Charlie clears his throat and then says, "She's at home right now. Transferred back after her first semester."

The news shock me, but I try to keep the conversation simple so Charlie doesn't begin to suspect anything. Or, really, so he doesn't think to mention any of this to mother because I know she will call me demanding just exactly what my plans are.

My mother adored Alice and I think she secretly agreed that I had put Edward above everyone else, which is probably true.

"Okay," I say into the line. "Well, I think I might try to talk to her this weekend. I'll stop by the house later on Saturday. Will you let mom know?"

"Of course," he says and after we exchange goodbyes, I hang up and drop my head into my hands.

I may need a few shots of vodka before having this conversation.