Hi all (if anyone is still readin this)
Its been a while and I'm really sorry - I haven't got some genius excuse for not updating, I just haven't felt like writing and I wasn't sure how to write in Alice's point of view when she's not her happy perky self... I really hope that I will update more regularly from now on but I don't know if it'll actually happen :-/
Anyway here is a (very) short chapter from Alice's point of view and the next will be from the pov of our favourite female blonde, Miss Rosalie.
I hope you like it.

Love in the Firehouse - Chapter 5 (Alice POV)

I dump my shopping bag beside me on Rosalie's couch. The fact that I had yet to speak had not gone past her and she was eyeing my warily. I looked at her pretty puzzled face and sigh before banging my head on her coffee table "Alice?" I do it again and again and again until I loose count. Rosalie puts the bag on the floor and takes its place on the couch. I can feel her hand stroking my back trying to comfort me "Honey, " she stops me from bang my head on her table again "you have to stop that. Stop hurting yourself and tell me what happened" but I don't want to. I put on my puppy dog face to try and get out of it. She eyes me sceptically but lets me off the hook for now to take a peek at contents of my shopping bag.
"Chips, ice cream, strawberries, silk blouse" she raises her right eyebrow at me so I burry my face in my arms using them as a makeshift pillow on the table, "Oh, honey… what happened" and with that I know she's found the shoes. I don't know how to start but as Rose knows after a couple of spoonfuls of ice cream and strawberries it gets easier for me. "I met the most amazing man today" I sigh and before Rosalie can ask me why that's a bad thing I put my hand up to stop her "and I made a complete and utter arse of myself in front of him" I pout and tug into my bowl of ice cream furiously.
Before I know it Rose has coerced the embarrassing tale from me. She doesn't judge, comment or laugh, no, she simply lets me wallow and pout all I want, which is all I need.

I feel a little better as I wake up the day after 'the incident' as Rosalie named it last night. No, that's a lie – I do not feel any better, but wearing my brand new, super soft silk blouse almost puts a smile on my face, almost.
But no matter how much I love the blouse a smile doesn't stay on my lips for long and as the day comes to an end I don't feel like myself – yes I've smiled and laughed today but not how I normally do – it felt shallow and hollow and not like when Newton tells his stupid jokes… you know the type, everyone has a friend who tells the worst jokes but you laugh anyway in part not to hurt his (or her) feelings and in part because the fact that the jokes are embarrassingly not funny actually makes them funny (or maybe I'm the only one with that kind of twisted sense of humour). No more like you laugh and in the moment it is funny, but straight after you feel hollow again and the gnawing feeling in your stomach returns.
I think even Mom noticed that I'm not myself today and I just hope she'll let me be because I really don't want to tell the tale again.
God, I'm so embarrassed! And I know that we joked around afterwards and all and he probably doesn't think anything of it, but I'm mortified and even more I'm incredibly sad because the minutes I've spent with Jasper as left me completely in love with him and I just know he'll never think of me as anything but Edward's sister like the rest of the guys and even worse he'll grow to see me like a sister like Emmett does. To put it simply: this sucks.

Edward texts me after his shift (why he didn't do it during I don't know – it's not like being at work as ever stopped him from texting me before) he wants to know why I didn't stop by today and I tell him I was busy and I was busy, busy moping but he doesn't need to know that! And with the auction coming up he doesn't press the issue further.
The next days go by in a blur of preparation for the auction and I'm happily throwing myself into the work as well as dropping hint left and right to Rosalie about her soul mate – I honestly can't believe she hasn't taken the bait yet and while I am disappointed that I haven't been able to start flexing my matchmaking muscle I can't help being a little proud of her display of patience, something no-one would normally attribute Rose.

Hope you liked it!