Presenting the second installment of "Writer's Block Cure"!

It was You

All Human, AU

Alice POV

Pathetic. That's one way of describing me.

Seriously, I come here every freaking Friday night—that's one amazing night I waste here in this coffee shop—just to see him.

Him.

He's just so perfect.

With his unruly blonde hair that always seems to fall into his ethereal sky blue eyes that are placed in his perfect face that is slightly tanned to the perfect tone with an adorable splay of freckles splotched across his nose and cheek—

Let's just say I am pathetically obsessed, okay?

I quickly grabbed my usual decaf coffee—something Bella made me order because she already thinks that I have way too much energy—and stole to my usual spot on the oversized purple velvet chair. I snuggled into it, silently sipping my coffee as I waited with the other regulars and newcomers for the usual performance that I looked forward to all week.

A hush took over the audience as he walked onto the stage. He seemed oblivious to the women's eyeing stares, or the men scowling at said women for eyeing him up. He took a seat on the wooden stool that sat before the microphone and began his performance the way he had always began his performances.

"Hey, my name's Jasper. I would like to thank you all for coming out here tonight and I hope you have a nice time." There was the usual subdued applause, and pretty soon he began strumming his guitar in an unfamiliar melody. I guess he had written a new song. I smiled to myself, glad that I had come here.

His melodic voice was amazing when he was just talking, but it seemed even more beautiful as he began singing.

"I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you

Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down

I wanna come too

I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you"

I could tell that the entire audience was entirely enraptured by the beautiful song, and I soon felt myself slowly swaying to the music, his voice smooth and tuneful.

"No one understands me quite like you do

Through all of the shadowy corners of me

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew"

He continued singing in the higher pitched voice, and I could take my eyes off his face. He always seemed so peaceful when he sang. It reminded me of the expression Edward wore when he was playing the piano, or the expression Bella wore whenever she was with Edward without even realizing it.

"I think that possibly maybe I'm falling for you

Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine

Now I'm shining too

Because oh, because I've fallen quite hard over you

If I didn't know you, I'd rather not know

If I couldn't have you, I'd rather be alone

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew

All of the while, all of the while

It was you…"

He continued crooning softly and soon the beautiful song ended to boisterous applause, and Jasper looked up, his eyes shining happily. He glanced over at me, something he does at every show, and I felt something deep in the pit of my stomach twist and turn. Then he looked over at something else, seeming to lock gazes with it.

I looked over, trying to figure out what he was watching so lovingly. And then I saw her.

Obviously, she was his perfect counterpart. She was everything I wasn't.

Blonde, statuesque, long flowing hair, bright blue eyes, perfect everything.

I felt my heart slowly cracking into pieces as I took her in, and I knew exactly what she was to him—a girlfriend, a lover, perhaps. She smiled brilliantly at him, giving him a thumb's up, and I glanced over to see that he looked absolutely giddy with the acceptance of the beautiful girl.

I immediately stood up, wrapping my scarf around my neck and abandoning my coffee. I made my way over to the door, throwing it open and making my escape into the fresh Portland air. I breathed it in deeply, exhaling heavily and watching as my breath came out in puffs of smoke since it was so cold.

The streets were pretty much empty since it was so late, though there were some couples idly walking around, swinging their arms between them. I wanted to spit on them, though I knew that I couldn't possibly do that.

I hurriedly made my way over to a small park and sat on the edge of a fountain, pulling my scarf tighter over the bottom half of my face. I held my gloved hands in front of me, noting how they shook slightly. I sighed and let them fall back onto my lap.

Of course he had a girlfriend. Of course she'd be perfect. Of course she'd love his music. Of course they'd be in love and live a happily ever after life. Of course I wouldn't be in that life.

I flinched when I felt the droplets of water hitting my face. I looked up, not entirely surprised that it had begun to rain. I did live in Portland, Oregon, after all, and it was spring. I closed my eyes and let the rain hit my face a couple minutes before dropping my head, wiping away at the droplets with my scarf.

I stood up from the fountain and began making my way over to the edge of the park and staring at my apartment building, which loomed in the background of the other buildings. It was several blocks away, which I would have to walk. I quickly patted down my pockets, sighing and closing my eyes when I realized that I didn't have my umbrella with me.

I sighed, keeping my eyes closed as I patted my jean pockets. I seemed to have forgotten my cell phone as well. I opened my eyes, hoping that nobody would be staring at me like I was an idiot.

And there he was.

Jasper. And he was holding an umbrella.

"You didn't stay for the rest of the show."

I knew that I shouldn't be shocked by the fact that he was talking to me, because he was standing right there in a deserted park and we were the only ones in it—why wouldn't he talk to me?

I dumbly nodded in answer to his statement, still shocked that he was addressing me.

"Why?"

His deep voice was comforting, sort of like what your mother was to you when you're younger; she's always there, she always cares, and she loves you unconditionally. And Jasper's voice, if possible, seemed so filled with emotions. Either that or I'm being delusional, which has happened before.

"What do you mean why?" I managed to say without stuttering.

"Why didn't you stay for the rest of the show?" He asked, his face growing pained and distraught. "Was I singing that horribly? Did the lyrics make no sense? Was I playing-"

"No, Jasper, I love you--your music, I mean," I said, coughing. Way to be an idiot.

His features immediately calmed, and I could feel my own shoulders loosen by just looking at his peaceful expression.

"But why did you leave?" He asked, taking one small step towards me. My eyes focused on his shoes—gray Converse—and mentally calculated how far away he was from me. He was only six feet away, an all time record for proximity distance for me and him.

"I…" my mouth shut as I tried to think up a reasonable explanation, one that would make sense. I'm pretty sure that telling him that I was disappointed that he had a gorgeous and untouchable girlfriend would be an unacceptable answer. "I needed to make a call," I said in a low voice, still focusing on his now drenched shoes.

"You don't have your cell phone."

I looked up to meet him, confused.

"I saw you," he said, his cheeks adorably tinting a light shade of pink. "I saw you look for something in your pockets, and you came out empty."

"Oh," was all I could think to say. I felt like a complete and total idiot.

Why the hell did you say cell phone again?

He stepped closer, his long legs bringing him another foot closer. "Why did you leave?" He asked his bright blue eyes boring into mine.

I coughed, averting my gaze from his intense staring. His gaze was anything but uncomfortable, but I still felt like I was being scrutinized.

I said the first thing that came to my mind—not exactly the best decision. "Did you write that song?" I blurted out, gaining the confidence to look him in the eye only to lose the confidence the next moment and avert my gaze once again. I felt my cheeks heat a la Bella.

"The song you heard?" He asked, his voice surprisingly gentle and…warm?

I nodded, still concentrating on the dark concrete.

"I wrote that, yes."

For a moment, I felt tears blur my vision of the soaked sidewalk. So he was writing about his girlfriend, although I had no memory of ever seeing that girl before when I saw his shows. I shook my head slightly as if it would shake away all the feelings that had my mind reeling and stiffened when I felt my short wet locks hitting my neck. I bit my lip—another Bella habit—and tugged on the scarf, pulling it tighter.

Suddenly, I didn't feel the rain beating on my head anymore. I quickly looked up and nearly had a heart attack. Jasper was maybe three inches away from me, his umbrella covering us both.

"Thanks," I said in a broken whisper.

Could he get any more perfect?

"You're welcome," he replied in a soft tone. His eyes locked with mine, and I knew that there was no going back now.

Jasper was perfect. Jasper was everything I needed. Jasper was unavailable.

"What's your name?"

"Alice."

He nodded ever so slightly, like he didn't even realize that he was doing it. "Jasper."

"I know," I said in a quiet voice.

One corner of his lips rose into a smile, and I could detect a definite twinkle in his eyes, and suddenly they seemed lighter, more of a sky or baby blue.

"Why did you leave the show early?"

I looked away, down at his calloused hand holding the black umbrella up.

Why does he have to be so insistent?

I felt his free hand gently cup my chin, tilting up my face so that he could see it. it took all of my control not to begin hyperventilating at the simple contact.

"Please answer me?" He asked in a whisper.

"Did you write that song about your girlfriend?" I found myself asking without thinking.

"What?" He asked, his warm hand still cupping my chin. Confusion was dominant in his features.

"That song," I said. "That beautiful song you said you wrote? Did your girlfriend inspire that?"

Well, of course she did. She could probably pass as some old famous artist's beautiful muse on her worse day.

He stared at me for a second before shaking his head, causing his blonde locks to fall into his eyes. "I don't have a girlfriend."

What? "But…that girl…that blonde girl who gave you a thumbs up at the end of that song…I thought…" I was utterly baffled now.

"No, no, no, no Alice. No, that blonde girl, that's my twin sister, Rosalie."

His hand was what kept my jaw in place, but if it hadn't been there, my jaw would have been hitting the floor by now. His twin sister?

"Your sister?" I squeaked.

He nodded vehemently. "Yes, we're related. By blood."

"Then…what inspired that song?"

He stared into my eyes, and slowly, he began bringing his face closer to mine. I could only stare at him, enthralled by his beautiful features, his hypnotizing voice, his everything.

He closed the distance between us, what little there was, and whispered against my lips, "It was you."

Wow. I can't seem to get enough of the sappy endings.

Please forgive me. I guess I'm just feeling a little loveless lately. :( School started...and well, you know, it sucks all the creativity out of ya.

ANYWAYS, thanks for reading!

--runner