Author's note: Okay I know its been a long wait. Thank you oh so much for your reviews. You give me reason to write.

A special thank you to Lorylen for her help, support and always encouraging words.

This is my absolute fave chapter!! Hope u will love it as much as I do. What song plays in your head as you read this chapter? For me it is "truly madly deeply" cascada and " To love a woman" Enrique Iglesias. Tell me what u think.

I need to know something for use in a later chapter. Which Disney characters (1950-1990) would you associate with Alice and jasper? Alladin? Tinkerbell? Peter pan? Need to know!!!

Also, I have edited all my earlier chapters so feel free to check out the changes. I fixed some confusing dialogues and also altered some sentence constructions to make it a bit more effective at communicating my point. Thank you for your constructive criticism. Enjoy this chapter.!!!

Chapter 6

Visions

Alice sat on the bed, hugging her knees, her eyes were closed. She was still embarrassed, but she was trying to ignore it. Frustration also bothered her. Her eyes snapped open; she'd heard me enter the room. "So smug," she muttered, barely audible, even to me. I checked my expression. I did not look smug…I did not even feel smug, honest. She closed her eyes again and rubbed her temples. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Then, she gasped. Her eyes were open but unfocused. "I can see their house" she mumbled. Eager to atone for her irritation toward me, I had an idea. I dashed across the room and brought her a pencil and a piece of hotel stationery. "Can you draw it?" I asked. She took the tools and her hand moved swiftly across the page, her eyes still staring off into space. She looked down at it then. "Yes, this is it," she said.

It was a picture of the outside of a house, a grand, high house with distinct English style. The front double doors were thick and wooden with intricate handles. There was a great deal of glass on the front wall. Tall Cypress trees hugged the perimeter of the house. The driveway was cobblestone and there was a large porch on the lower floor. Alice's drawing was exquisite, it carried infinite detail.

"This is great," I said. She looked displeased. "Well, no matter if I can see their house, I still have no clue as to which part in this state it is." She huffed. I did not like to see her frustrated. Just like in the train, I generated some happiness and projected it onto her. She looked up at me and smiled. "Are you doing that?" I smiled back. "Is it possible to resist it?" she asked, "because I am trying very hard right now to be angry with you." I laughed.

"No, I've never met anyone who could resist it."

She sighed. "So can you make someone feel any how you want them to feel?" she asked, genuinely curious but with a hint of frustration. "For the most part, yes; happiness, sadness, anger, fear, lust…"She twitched. " Love?" she asked. I sighed sadly. "I can only induce emotions that I have experienced for myself," saying that out loud reminded me of the recent enigma and I decided to pursue a lead, "Tell me something. What do you feel?"

She flinched and her eyes flashed. "You just took me by surprise, that's all," she retorted defensively.

"No, no, not that, I recognize that. There's something else. Something I don't recognize." I could see that she knew what I was talking about. Vulnerability fluttered around in her stomach and I realized what I was asking her to admit. Of course she wouldn't do it; I had admitted nothing to her. She didn't know that-whatever the sensation was- I felt it too.

"Miss Alice, look at me please," I put my hand under her chin and tilted her head so that she was now looking into my eyes. "Whatever it is that you feel for me, I feel the exact same for you… I just don't have a name for it."

She looked at me in wonder now. "I didn't know that you felt it already," she whispered. "I thought that it would take a while." Why did she have to speak in riddles? She must have seen my apprehension or my mystified expression and so she smiled warily, "Jasper… it is love." She took my two hands and held them firmly. She said this while being cautiously confident, "I had another vision, one that I did not tell you about. I was afraid. Please understand, I did not know you then," she swallowed and measured my face, "It was of us…we were in love."

"Us? In love?" I asked.

"Yes Jasper… I've been in love with you, even before I met you…" she whispered.

"Miss Alice…"

"Please, call me Alice,"

"Alice, I do not love you," She froze. Her insides grew thorns, piercing through her with pain.

"Alice, no, listen, don't close your eyes," the pain on her face could break the heart of the undead. I held onto her hands and willed her to look at me. I thought for a moment about how connected I felt with her, the way our emotions resonated when in sync, how I couldn't help but be interested in every aspect of her life and, more than anything, how her virtuousness and morality completed me in a way I never thought was possible.

"I so much more than love you, Alice; I passionately, fervently admire, adore and love you." And as I said the words I knew it to be true.

Her breath came short and shallow. Just one more thing to do; I placed my two hands on her cheeks, cupping her face. I leaned down, her lips parted infinitesimally and she closed her eyes. We were so close now, not only physically, but emotionally, our auras meshed and resonated, rejoicing their synchronicity. I pressed my lips against hers and focused only on the pure warmth that filled me- the love-our love.

As our lips met, I knew I felt it instantaneously. What was it that I had asked for? Simplicity? Peace? Well, here it was; simple and peaceful, me and her. Our lips moved with each other softly, gently. I could no longer distinguish my feelings from hers. I hoped fervently that this felt as right for her as it did for me. Her arms were around my neck. I pulled her in closer to me, her little body fit perfectly in my arms, against my body. She broke the kiss; she was on top of me now, lying motionlessly. Though we needed no oxygen, our breathing was erratic. I was soaring. I marveled in the ecstasy, the perfection of our first kiss.

She raised her head to look at me. "That was it," she breathed. "That was my vision." I stroked her hair, following it down to her neck, tracing it along the contours of her back and she stiffened. "Jackson!" she exclaimed. She sat up, excited now.

"Who is Jackson?" I asked, confused and worried.

"That's where they go to school, Jackson High. Edward, Emmett and Rosalie go to school there, that must mean they live nearby." She was bouncing up and down now, truly ecstatic.

"So we have a heading," I said as I dashed across the room to get a map of Alabama. We spread it out on the bed. It was in the South West corner of the state. She spotted it first and when she did, she leaped across the map, knocking me over onto the floor, giggling breathlessly. She held onto me there, on the floor, for a minute, and I hugged her back.

Author's note: So rate it out of 10. What did you think? Too mushy? I don't know about you guys but I think jasper is a hopeless romantic but he is shy about it which is why we never saw that side of him in Twilight. Do you agree?

What did you think of the kiss? Was it realistic? I've never written about a kiss before so I need to know what u think. What song played in your head?

The whole cupping her face thing.. at first I thought I'd leave that style for Edward alone but then I thought… Edward had to learn from somewhere… maybe he got his kissing approach from being around Alice and Jasper!! Huh? What do you think?

This is important. EARLY CHAPTER for anyone who can spot my allusions to special characters in this chapter. What I mean is… particular lines used in this chapter have special connections to other well known characters ( not related to twilight). If you can spot it well, I will send you an early chapter. There are 2 allusions used in this chapter.

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