Jasper's POV

The next day was group therapy. I have to admit, some of the kids here are total nut jobs, like Mason who claims he can see dead people. More like horror movies have ruined his brains. But most people here are simply misunderstood, you can't understand what its like to have a mental illness until you've been diagnosed with one is what I've learned. Well, at least that's what I've been told. Most people here think I'm a nut job. I have a few abnormal fears as a result of what my parents did to me, Clara is the only one who gets it since her parents abused her too. I think she has a crush on me. The point I'm trying to get across here is that I was trying to decide what group Alice fit into: misunderstood, or actually crazy.

"What cha thinkin' about Lover Boy?" Edward teased as we waited for the session to start. "I bet its that girl, 'Oh I wonder where Alice could be?' 'When is Alice going to get here?' 'Is my fly undone?' he mocked and burst out laughing. Edward is kind of in the middle between misunderstood and crazy, more tilted towards crazy.

"Very funny, Edward." I said, and went to start another sentence but lost what I was going to say when Alice walked into the room.

'God, she's gorgeous' I thought as she sat down. Today she was wearing a floral blouse with a beige jacket and ripped skinny jeans. Her dark hair was pulled into a side ponytail that was draped over her shoulder. But what I noticed the most was the smile on her face, possibly the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen.

"Whoa, what happened to her?" Edward asked in awe, "Yesterday she was dressed like some goth person."

I laughed, "She's bi-polar" I said, "She could be back to that in an hour for all we know."

"Alright everyone" Dr. Keats, the host of this little 'get-together' said as he walked in the room, "lets, get things started. How are we all doing?"

There was an incoherent mumble as people said 'good', 'tired', 'shitty' and some other phrases I couldn't pick out. I kept quiet.

Dr. Keats looked at his chart, "Okay, from what I have written down we have someone new joining us today. Where's Alice?"

Hesitantly Alice raised her hand.

"Wonderful," he said as he sat down in the middle of the somewhat circle we had formed in this pitifully decorated room. There was no actual chairs so everyone was on the grey carpeted floor. The walls were a shade of baby blue and covered in paintings of different types of landscapes. A vase of fake flowers was placed by the door. "Would you like to tell us a little about yourself, Alice?"

She glanced around the room at the dozen other of us and said, "Uh, I'm bi-polar."

Dr. Keats nodded. "Anything else?"

"I'm in mania and I'm craving a chocolate milkshake. Alright can we just get this thing over with?"

Edward laughed. "I ask him the same thing every day."

Surprisingly , she laughed back. It sounded like wind chimes, almost childlike. It was beautiful. I caught Alice's eye and smiled. She blushed and looked away quickly.

"Well Alice, let's get you introduced to everyone." Dr. Keats continued as if Edward hadn't even spoken.

The rest of the session was mainly uneventful. Although I did manage to talk to Alice before she left with her father. She had blanked out again like she had yesterday, everyone else was already gone so I could walk up to her easily. She snapped out of it and quickly glanced around before continuing down the hallway that led to the main waiting room.

"Wait up!" I called out as I jogged towards her.

Alice turned around. "What?" she asked.

I paused. I didn't actually know what I wanted to say. "Uh, uhhhh."

Alice giggled. "That session thing wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Except for that kid who said he had sex with his teacher. Oh my god I could have vomited. How to people do that stuff? I mean, I know he's 18 and all but still, that's absolutely nasty. I'm sorry, I'm babbling aren't I? I tend to do that when I'm happy. Make up for all the talking I didn't do when I was sad ya know? Mom says I need to stop and breathe. . . ."

I should have probably stopped her but I loved the sound of her voice. Besides, I heard that girls like it when guys listen to them talk on and on. Finally she stopped and I realized I should have said something by now. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself" I said pathetically.

She giggled again. "Are you okay? You zoned out like I do, hehe did I say that out loud? Whoops" she blushed again.

Alice's father and my foster mother walked up then. "There you are Alice" her father said, "I've been looking everywhere for you."

"Oh sorry." she said, skipping over to him. "I was talking to Jasper, my therapist wanted me to talk about him yesterday, I didn't know what to say. He's pretty cool," she skipped over to my foster mother Denise. "Are you his mom? You don't look like Jasper, or does he look like his dad? Maybe you're his step mom. . ."

"Calm down Alice" her father told her. "I'm almost missing the depression. See you Denise" he said as he and Alice left.

"Goodbye Carlisle" Denise called after him. "How was therapy?"

"Good" I replied. Actually I thought very good. Next day I'm going to make my move.

A/N Sorry again about the long time its been since I've updated. I'm going to be gone for a week now so don't panic. Jasper really likes Alice. . .oooohh wonder where this will go. I don't even know, and I'm the author XD Haha,