A/N: Wow. I'm just like, wow, really? You guys like it. Seriously? Even though it's not Edward and Bella? And Jasper is a drug addict, y'all still like it? That's way too cool. I like this story. I like the way everything is playing out. It's definitely more fun that I thought it'd be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Rules of the Challenge:
No character deaths.
No abuse.
No rape.
No whining (example: "my life is so horrible because I didn't get the Xbox I wanted for Christmas").
Has to be as in character as possible.
Cannon pairings.

"… Alice and Jasper's is the most…mystical. They just ARE together, and have been from before they even met. They are not complete without each other–and never were. That's what makes them different from the other couples, the "never were." They were already not-whole before they met, waiting for each other."
-Stephenie Meyer on Alice and Jasper

Girl Follows Boy Home

I was positive that she was a hallucination. No one in their right mind would want to follow me home, though she did ask my permission, something that most of my hallucinations don't bother with.

I liked her. She reminded me of a pixie, small with short black hair and a high, musical voice. The only thing that was missing was the wings. I wondered if it was possible for me to imagine wings on her, maybe a pair big enough that she could take me with her when she flew away.

"I'm sorry about the apartment." I didn't know why I felt the need to apologize. It's not like she was going to be around here much longer. I'd give her a couple of more hours, maybe a good night's sleep, before she went back to wherever she came from.

"It's fine." She smiled at me.

I swallowed a lump that formed in my throat. I liked this hallucination. I didn't want her to leave. I wondered if there was a way that she could come back to me. Maybe I could take a drug that could trick my brain into believing that she was the only hallucination that I was allowed to have. Or maybe wishful thinking could bring her back.

"Are you hungry?" I asked more out of habit more than actual curiosity. I was almost positive that hallucinations didn't eat. "Or thirsty? I'm pretty sure I have some cokes in the fridge if you 'd like one."

Her smile didn't falter. "I'm okay." She shook her head and started to glide towards my couch. Her short skirt swayed with the wind as she took a seat near the arm rest. She sat on her feet and set the book that she was holding in the subway in her lap. She opened it and continued to read where she had left off when she introduced herself to me.

I should've been grateful that she wasn't as demanding as some of the other hallucinations were, or that she had found a way to entertain herself other than bothering me, but I wasn't. I wanted to hear her talk. I wanted to hear laugh. I wanted to see her smile. I had a weird fascination with this hallucination. She was everything I had ever wanted in a girl. I didn't even care that she wasn't real. I could pretend.

I stepped into the kitchen. A purple elephant was standing on the table. I thought about telling it to get off, before he broke my furniture, but I didn't want to be rude. I opened the fridge and grabbed the first bottle of beer that I could find that didn't have pink crickets crawling over it. They were screaming at me in their high bug voices. I couldn't understand what they were saying; they were speaking a foreign language. I think it was Portuguese.

I popped the cap off of the bottle on the table. The elephant was gone. I didn't know where he had decided to go and I didn't really care. I was just grateful that he didn't break my table. The giraffe that was on there earlier had already damaged it enough.

I grabbed a bottle of medication off the counter top. The label said to take half a pill twice a day. I took a whole pill every two hours. I had a friend that worked at a pharmacy. He steals medication for me. It's unethical, but not impossible. I put the pill in my mouth before chugged half of the bottle of beer. I don't like beer, but it makes the medication kick in faster and would help Alice stay longer.

I put the medication bottle back on the counter and walked into the living room.

The elephant was in the middle of the room, standing in front of the couch. He was staring at Alice, whose nose was buried in the book. I looked at her and then at him. I wonder if hallucinations can see each other. If they can, do they get jealous of my other hallucinations? I thought about asking Alice, but I stopped myself. I didn't want to make myself look like a jerk if hallucinations can't see each other.

"There's an elephant in the room." I said, keeping my eyes on her reaction.

She looked away from the book. Her thin eyebrows furrowed as she looked around the room, and then back at me. The skin on her forehead creased as she frowned. I guess hallucinations couldn't see each other. It would be an interesting concept if they did though.

I was getting hot. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the medication. I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the couch. I grabbed a pack of cigarettes out of my back pocket. A red lighter was stuffed into the plastic. I looked at Alice through the corner of my eye. She was back to reading her book. I thought about asking her if she mind if I smoke, but it wasn't like I was going to give her lung cancer. I didn't even care about asking the elephant.

I lit my cigarette and threw the pack onto the table. It hit a card deck. I looked at Alice and then the elephant. The elephant was nodding his head as it changed colors. It was some puke green right now, which made me nauseous.

"Scoot over." I told the elephant so I could stand in front of the coffee table and look at Alice. The elephant walked to the other side of the apartment. His trunk dragged along the ground. I think he was angry that I wasn't paying as much attention to him as I did with the giraffe. But how could I? The perfect woman was sitting in front of me on a couch and I wanted to spend as much time with her as I could before she left.

"Do you want to play a card game?" I held up the deck of cards that was on the table.

She looked away from her book and nodded. A small, very thin, smile came across her face. "Sure." She dropped her book on the side of her on the couch and kneeled in front of the table.

I kneeled across from her and started shuffling the cards. She was staring at my arms. I glanced down at them and then back at her. "My vein collapsed." I answered for her. It was obvious what she was going to ask, might as well admit to it. I threw a few cards at her.

"That must have been painful." She grabbed the cards that were piled in front of her. Her small finger started to push them together so they were in a perfect stack.

I didn't know what to say. I wanted to tell her it was, but I also didn't want to scare her away. The elephant got jealous and left. Now it was just Alice and I. I was hoping that by playing cards with her, she won't get bored or feel neglected.

"What game do you want to play?" I asked, deciding that the silence had gone on long enough. I took another drag out of my cigarette and then threw the rest of it in my beer. It was rude to smoke in front of someone and I didn't want to give Alice any reason to leave.

"Do you know how to play war?" She asked, throwing the first card in her deck face up on the table. It was six clubs.

I nodded, throwing my first card onto the table. Four hearts.

She grabbed the two cards, without looking at me. She threw down another card. This time it was an ace.

I just handed her my card, knowing that there was no way that I could beat an ace without having an ace myself and even then we would have to declare war and I didn't think I would win.

"Thank you." She smiled at me, grabbing the card and putting it on the bottom of her deck. The sleeve of her shirt road up to reveal a white bracelet.

She noticed it about the same time as I did. I grabbed her wrist before she could pull down her sleeve. Her eyes didn't get wide and her cheeks didn't get hot like a normal person's would if they've been caught with an embarrassing secret. Instead, she pulled up the sleeve of her shirt to show me several cuts and bruises.

I grabbed the bracelet and moved it so I could read the name tag. "Mary Alice Brandon." I read aloud. There were several numbers underneath them. None of them made sense to me.

"I see the future." Alice said.

I looked at her. She was smiling at me. It wasn't a happy smile. It was the kind of smile you might give someone when you don't want to be rude. She pulled her hand away from me, but didn't pull down the sleeve. Instead she rolled up her other sleeve. There were more bruises, but no cuts.

"My parents sent me to the hospital so they can find a cure for me. They performed shock therapy multiple times and when that didn't stop the visions. My father offered the idea of a lobotomy."

"Aren't lobotomies illegal?" I didn't mean to interrupt her.

"Not everywhere, but most states they are. They say it's too barbaric." She nodded. Her small hands went through her hair. "My dad is a very powerful man, though, and as long as you have enough money, you can literally get away with murder." She took a deep breath and leaned against the couch behind her. "They sent me to a hospital, a real one, you know, the kind that sick people go to. The doctor's kept their voices low when they were around me. I was scheduled for a Tonsillectomy. The plan was, at least from what I could tell from the vision, to take out my tonsils like planned and when the nurses left, one of the doctors was going to perform the lobotomy."

I jumped and bit back a scream. Alice was sitting in front of me with an ice pick jammed in the corner of her forehead. Blood was crawling down her cheeks and her eyes were missing their pupils. She turned her head to the side and frowned at me. My breathing was becoming hard and I wondered if it were possible for me to pull the ice pick out of her skull without hurting her.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. I tried to convince myself. Alice doesn't really have an ice pick jammed into her skull. When I open my eyes, everything will be back to normal.

I opened my eyes. Her head was still turned to the side, but the blood and ice pick were gone. She was still frowning. It didn't suit her. I tried to think of something that might make her smile, but the shock of seeing someone with an ice pick in their head was making it hard to find something pleasant to talk about.

"You had another hallucination, didn't you?" She asked. She didn't sound angry or scared. It was like she was asking me if I had a goodnight's sleep.

"How did you get out of the lobotomy?" I avoided her question.

"I left." She shrugged, grabbing my half of the deck and mixed it in with hers.

"How did you leave? Did you just walk out?"

She nodded. "It's not as hard as you think it is. It's even easier when you have visions." She started to shuffle the full deck in hersmall hands. "I saw me leaving the hospital, so I left."

"How often do your visions work?"

She started threw two cards in front of me. One was facing down the other was facing up. I frowned at them. Did she decide to change the game we were playing?

"It depends." She threw to cards in front of her. The one that was up was ten of hearts. "I can't control my visions. Sometimes they don't always come true. Everyone has free will. I only see what their decision is at that time. Everyone is allowed to change their mind, thus changing my vision." She looked at her card face down. "Do you want a hit or are you staying?"

"What are we playing?" I asked looking at my bottom card. It was a seven clubs. The top was a three of spades.

"Blackjack. Twenty-one. Pontoon. Depends on what you want to call it."

"Hit me." I told her. I was never any good at blackjack, but I would play it with her if that's what she really wanted to play. "How long are you staying here?"

She looked up at me. Her eyes got wide and her face dropped. "Are you asking me to stay?"

I nodded. "You're the first hallucination that I actually like."

Her lip twitched and she let out a light giggle. "I'll stay as long as you'll have me around. I don't have anywhere else to go." She threw me another card at me. It was a queen of hearts.

"I'm staying." I told her, holding up my hand.

The queen on the card smiled. I turned my head to the side and furrowed my eyebrows. She was winking at me as her eyebrows lifted up and down. Her lips puckered and a pink tongue started to trace them. I looked up at Alice. She was frowning at me.

"Do you still want to play?" She asked. "You look a little sick."

"I'm fine." I lied, getting onto my feet and taking a step away from the table. I ran into something. I turned around. The elephant was back. I looked at Alice. "I forgot to take some medication." I grabbed the beer bottle and walked into the kitchen. The giraffe was sitting on the table. He was bowing his head, probably because if he stood up straight he would hit the ceiling.

I was used to hallucinating, but there's a point where it just gets too much. I don't like it when cards hit on me. I liked Alice, I wanted her to stay. The elephant was a little annoying, but I could live with it. The giraffe would probably break my table, but I never really ate at it anyways. But cards do not hit on me.

I couldn't open the medication bottle. My hands were shaking too much. "God damnit!" I screamed as I slammed it against the side of the counter top and then tried to open it. It wasn't working. I was about to slam it against when Alice's hand wrapped around mine. I frowned.

"Let me see it." She grabbed the bottle and opened it for me. "How much do you need?" She poured the pills into her hand.

Guilt made my stomach turn. "Two." I answered, holding out my hand.

She handed me two white pills. I popped them in my mouth and swallowed. They didn't go down. My throat was too dry. I needed something to wash it down with. I grabbed the beer bottle off the countertop.

"Don't." Alice grabbed my wrist. "You put out your cigarette in it." She explained. I sat it back onto the counter. I've swallowed cigarette butts before, most hallucinations just laughed. "Is there anymore in the fridge?"

I spit the medication into my hand. "Yeah, but be careful of the crickets."

She nodded and turned around.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked, turning around so I could look at her. She was opening the fridge door. The pink crickets were still crawling over the beer and screaming at me in Portuguese.

"You looked like you need help." She pulled the tab on a coke and handed it to me. I wanted a beer, but I stopped myself from saying anything. I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

"Thank you." I put the pills in my mouth and started to drink the coke.

Alice jumped onto the counter top. I was surprised she could even see over it, let alone jump onto it. Her green skirt hanged over her knees. Her hands rested on her lap. "I think you need to lie down."

I crushed the empty coke can in my hand and looked at her. She was rocking her feet back and forth. "I'm okay." I lied. "I just needed something to calm my nerves."

"Muscle relaxants will do that for you." She held the bottle in her hands.

"You can have one, if you want."

"No." She shook her head. "I'm okay. Are you sure you don't to lie down? You don't look well."

I nodded. "My head hurts." I admitted. And the giraffe was giving me the dirty eye. I didn't tell her about the last part, but it was definitely on my mind. "Do you want to lie down with me?" I asked.

"I don't want to get in a way." She frowned.

"You won't bother me. Besides, I'm afraid that when I wake you, you'll be gone."

She jumped down off the counter. "Okay." She smiled up at me. "I'll lie down with you." She grabbed my hand.

I smiled. For the first time, in a long time, I didn't feel sick. My stomach wasn't in knots. I wasn't worried about the elephants or the giraffes. My full attention was the small hand wrapped in mine. It felt…nice.

End Chapter.

A/N: Well, it's definitely longer. I have an idea how I want to write this story. I'm so excited for it. I love their relationship because like Stephenie said, they're incomplete without each other. Jasper is convinced that she's a hallucination and Alice is just this small girl who escaped a lobotomy, and is now hanging out with this guy that she had a vision about. Besides, it's fun to write about hallucinations. I hope that this chapter wasn't too boring. It's only the second chapter. More will come as the story progresses.

Favorite line: "There's an elephant in the room." Do you have a favorite line? If you do, please leave a comment telling me. :)

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