A/N: Hopefully this chapter lives up to expectations. I love Jasper and Alice. Their relationship is so define. They're meant for each other, that's final. They need each other like Michael Jackson needs small boys (hah, bad joke, I know). I hope you like it. I like this chapter. At first I was kind of hesitant about it, but I'm okay with it now. I just really hope that y'all like it. If not, then, well, I'm sorry. Maybe next time.

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.

"Secondly, he's really mostly doing this for Alice. Alice is Jasper's entire life. She is the most important thing in the universe to him, and he would do absolutely anything for her. For Jasper, there would be no limit to who or what he would destroy for Alice. Not that she wants him destroying anything. She's the light side of their relationship–she makes him laugh (and he wasn't much of a laugher before Alice)…"
-Stephenie Meyer

Boy Makes Girl Breakfast

Jasper's arms were wrapped tightly around me when I woke up. His warm breath sent shivers down my spine. I turned my head so I could stare at him. His eyes were closed and he was breathing evenly. I wondered how long it took him to get to sleep last night. He was complaining about stomach pains and how the elephant wouldn't stop staring at him. I kept an eye on him for most of the night, but I was so tired that I ended up falling asleep before he did, and I can't see the future when I'm asleep.

I scooted closer to the warmth that was coming from his body. The blanket that he wrapped around me early last night was paper thin, it was at least forty degrees outside and Jasper can't afford heating. I was freezing.

"You're still here." Jasper whispered his voice laced with surprise and sleep.

I nodded. "Where would I go?" I asked, not looking at him. I rubbed my arm against his. I couldn't understand how anyone could be this warm when the room was so cold.

Jasper shrugged. I could feel his shoulders lift and then drop. This made me turn around so I could look at him. His pupils weren't dilated anymore. I could see his beautiful ocean blue eyes. They were breath taking

"Where would I go?" I asked again.

"I don't know." He whispered. "Back home…wherever hallucinations go when they're through with me."

I closed my eyes and let out a small laugh. It wasn't a happy laugh. It was a flirtatious laugh. Something that I wasn't sure I was very good at, but I was willing to try it on Jasper. "I'm not a hallucination." I shook my head.

"I can't make myself believe that."

"Why?" I rested my head on his chest as my body shivered. His grip tightened around me, forcing me closer to his body. No one had ever held me like this before. I've read about it in books, but never experienced it or even thought that I would experience it. No one wants to hold a crazy person. I didn't stop shivering though.

"Because there is no way that someone as perfect as you could exist."

I blushed. "I'm not perfect." I shook my head. "If I was perfect, I wouldn't see the future and my hair wouldn't feel like it belongs to a dog." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Why did you follow me home?" He asked. "Or want to come home with me? Aren't you worried that I'm some psychotic killer that might try to kill you?"

I shook my head. "I can see the future, Jasper. I may not know everything, but I'll know if you want to hurt me." I shivered again. Jasper let go of my hand and started to rub my back. "And I didn't have anywhere else to go. I saw you on the subway, then I had a vision that I came over here, so I decided to ask you if I could come over."

"I'm glad that you asked." He didn't look at me when he said this. He moved over to his back and stared at the ceiling. He didn't let go of me, he kept me pressed to his side, my cheek planted firmly on his chest. There was no sexual tension between us, which I was grateful for. It was just me pressed to his side, so I didn't freeze to death.

"Why?" I asked. I rubbed my cheek against his chest. He was like my own personal heater. I wasn't sure if it was medication or the alcohol in his system that made him so warm. It could've been both.

"I like having you around. You make me feel…normal."

I smiled. Another blush crept to my cheeks. I didn't know what it was about Jasper, but everything about him, about this, seemed normal. Nothing was awkward, nothing was forced. It was just…normal. We were normal. I've never been considered normal, and something told me that Jasper wasn't considered that normal either, but when we were together, at least for me, it was like for the first time in my life, I wasn't weird. I felt, like Jasper said, normal.

"Where are you from?" I asked, deciding that I wanted to get to know him a little better. I had already told him my story, now I wanted to know his. "Your accent says that you're not from around here."

"Texas." Jasper answered in his thick southern accent. "I moved here with my mom after my dad died…"

"Where is she now?" I asked.

Jasper sighed. "She died a few months after my dad. Overdosed on alcohol and pain killers."

"I'm sorry." I whispered. I wrapped my arms tighter around him. I was trying to give him a hug. Both of my parents were still alive so I didn't know what it was like to be an orphan. I could only sympathize with him, but I hoped it was enough to make him feel comforted.

He rubbed my back. "It's not really a big deal." He shrugged. "It's been awhile. I've healed."

It didn't make me feel any better. I still felt guilty for bringing it up and opening old scars. I sighed. "I'm sorry." I apologized again. "I shouldn't have brought it up." I pushed away from his chest and I got off of the bed. The blanket was still wrapped around me, though I was still wearing the clothes I came here in. I was visibly shaking. "Do you mind if I use your restroom?" I asked rubbing my arms.

"No." Jasper shook his head. "Do you want anything to eat or to drink? I may not have much, but I think I have enough for pancakes."

I smiled. "Pancakes sound great."

He smiled back. "Syrup or whip cream?"

"Syrup, of course."

"The bathroom is on the right." He pointed at his door as he got off of his bed. His hands stretched over his head and he leaned back. The sound of his back popping echoed through the small room.

"Thank you for letting spend the night." I thanked him as I unwrapped the blanket and threw it onto the bed. I rubbed my arms with my hands as I walked down the hallway to the bathroom.

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The kitchen smelled like burnt butter. In a queer way, it was kind of nice. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths through my nose as I walked aimlessly into the small area that was his kitchen. My arms were wrapped securely around my chest and I shivered when my foot hit the cold tile floor, but for the most part I had warmed up. Especially since the heat from the gas stove was keeping this part of the house warm.

"I found you a jacket." Jasper told me.

I opened my eyes. He was holding a black leather jacket in his hands. I grabbed it from him without thinking twice and put my arms through the holes. The jacket, to no one's surprise, was too big. But I didn't mind. The sleeves devoured my hands, and the length went past my knees. I'm sure it fit him like a glove. I was just too short.

"Thank you." I lifted the sleeves to my nose and took a deep breath. It smelled like stale cigarettes and alcohol, but there was a distinct musky scent that made up Jasper's scent. It was nice.

I lifted myself onto the counter top. I pulled my legs under me and leaned forward. Jasper went back to cooking breakfast. A black spatula was in his hand and he kept his full attention on the pancake batter that was burning in the skillet. I bit my lip as I rested my hand on my upturn palm. I felt like I should be the one that was cooking. It didn't seem fair to have Jasper pay the rent and then cook breakfast for the both of us. I opened my mouth to say something about it, but reality is a harsh punishment that I'm forced to endure.

I closed my eyes and turned my head to the side. I made a mental prayer that the vision that I was about to have had nothing negative to do with Jasper. When I opened my eyes, I was still in the kitchen, but the stove was on fire. Jasper was trying to put it out with two bottles of beer and I was slapping at it with a wet piece of cloth.

"I'm so sorry." I screamed when the fire was finally put out. "I honestly didn't mean to, it was my first time attempting to make pancakes, and I don't know what happened, I honestly, I'm so sorry." I was almost in hysterics.

Jasper looked at me and then at the stove. "I've never seen a fire spread so quickly before." He looked at me again. He opened his mouth and then closed it. He shook his head.

The kitchen from my vision started to disappear and the real kitchen came back into view. Jasper was staring at me over his shoulder. His blond eyebrows were furrowed and he was frowning at me. I smiled at him, blushing. I was grateful that it wasn't about Jasper, but I was embarrassed that it was about me nearly burning his kitchen down.

"Did you have another vision?"Jasper asked. He didn't sound angry or upset. In fact, I think it was safe to say that he sounded fascinated with the idea.

I nodded, still blushing.

"What was it about?" He turned back to the stove.

"I was going to offer to cook breakfast for you," I decided to tell him the truth. I wasn't known for lying and I wasn't going to start now. "And in my vision I saw the stove catching on fire, because I can't cook."

Jasper turned around so he could look at me. He raised his right eyebrow. "You had a vision that you caught my stove on fire because you were going to make me breakfast?" His voice was slow.

I bit my lip and nodded. I wasn't sure what his reaction would be like. The vision didn't really give me much to work with.

He let out a loud snort before dropping his head and laughing. He was actually laughing at me. At first it was soft, almost hard to tell if it was a laugh or a cough, but then it got more violent and obvious. He leaned over, his hand grabbing onto his stomach as he started to laugh hard. His body shook violently with each laugh that he made.

I bit my lip harder as my cheeks started to burn. As embarrassed as I was, his laugh was contagious. I giggled along with him. Jasper looked at me, his face red from laughing. "You had a vision that you caught my stove on fire because you were making pancakes?" His breath was coming out in gasps that soon turn into small fits of laughter. I had never seen anyone laugh so much before in my life, and Jasper didn't look like the kind of person that laughed very much, so that made this moment even more surreal.

"Yes," I giggled. "I did."

He smiled at me. The laughing was less violent, every now and then he would let out a chuckle, but it wasn't as bad as when I first told him about my vision. "Thank you for having that vision." He let out another chuckle. "I don't know what I would've done if my stove caught on fire."

"You would've said 'I've never seen a fire spread so quickly before' and then you would open your mouth, close it, and shake your head."

"You saw all of that in your vision?" He asked, surprised.

I nodded.

He opened his mouth to say something, but something caught his attention. He turned back to the stove. "Shit!" He screamed, grabbing the spatula from the countertop and slid it under the pancake. "Shit, shit, shit." He turned around and threw the black pancake in the sink.

I bit my lip. "Nice." I forced myself to say, I was trying not laugh, but it was hard.

Jasper pointed to the stove. "It's not on fire." He brought up a going point.

"True." I nodded. I was still smiling. "I've never seen a burnt pancake before."

"Shut up." He chuckled as his cheeks got bright red. "May I remind you that the stove isn't on fire." He pointed to the stove again.

I smiled. "Good point."

Jasper finished making the pancakes for us. I jumped off of the countertop and opened the refrigerator. I looked around once for the crickets, I still couldn't see them. I grabbed the carton of milk.

"When's the expiration date?" Jasper asked before I could open the carton.

I looked at the printed date. "What's the date today?" I looked up at him.

He looked over my shoulder at the milk in my hand. He grabbed the carton away from me opened it up, smelt it, and then closed it. "It's expired." He threw the carton into a trashcan under the sink. "Do you want a coke?" He opened the door to fridge.

I nodded. "Yeah, a coke sounds great." I grabbed the plates from the stove and walked to the table. The syrup was already out.

Jasper sat a can of coke in front of my plate as he pulled out my chair for me. "Thank you." I smiled up at him as I sat down.

He pulled a chair out next to me and sat down. Several prescription bottles were in his hand and a beer bottle in his other hand. I frowned at him. I thought about saying something about how beer and medication didn't go well together, but I didn't want to sound preachy, so I bit my tongue and picked at my pancake with a fork.

"What type of medication is that?" I asked, looking at the pills in his hand.

He shrugged. "Different medications for different things." He opened the prescription bottles all at once and threw the pills onto the table. Two of each. There had to be at least twelve pills on the table. It was like he was running his own pharmacy. He gathered them all in hand and threw them into his mouth. After they were in his mouth, he opened the beer bottle and swallowed them all.

I grabbed the syrup from the middle of the table and poured it onto my pancakes. I wasn't Jasper, I didn't know which ones he needed and which ones he was just taking for the heck of it. I just wish that he didn't take it with alcohol. I wasn't a doctor, but I knew that it wasn't going to end well. I kept my eye open, making sure to focus all of my energy on Jasper's future.

"These pancakes are really good." I complimented him when I took my first bite.

"Thank you. I poured a little vanilla extract in it." Jasper took a bite in his own pancakes. "My mom taught me to do that."

I smiled. "What was your mom like?" I asked.

Jasper sighed. "Beautiful. Fun. She had a perception of a world that not many people have. Everything was a game to her. She never took anything seriously. She was a good mother though. She loved me. She never did anything to hurt me. But she also loved alcohol. Alcohol was her best friend." He didn't say anything else. He took several bites of his pancakes. "What is your mom like?" He asked, looking up at me.

I sighed. "Beautiful. Rich. She married my dad for the money and because he owned his own yacht. I didn't get to see her that much. I mostly saw the nanny. The nanny didn't like me very much," I let out a nervous laugh, "she was the one who told my mom about my visions."

"I'm sorry." Jasper apologized.

I shrugged. "Don't be."

Jasper and I talked quietly together for the rest of breakfast. I kept an eye on him, both physical and mental. I couldn't see anything dramatic happen in his future, but his pupils did dilate halfway through breakfast, but his moods didn't alter and he was still the sweetest man I've ever met. I just really wished that he was more careful with his medication.

"Thank you for breakfast." I grabbed the plates off of the table and brought them to the counter. "I'll do the dishes since you made breakfast."

"No," Jasper said from behind me. "I'll do the dishes. You're my guest."

"Are you sure?" I frowned. "It's really no problem."

"No, it's my house and you're my guest." He turned the faucet and let the water fill the sink. He grabbed the dishes from the countertop and started to run them under the water.

I sighed, deciding that if he wanted to do the dishes, then he could. I walked into the other room, the room where I left my book. I figured I'd get started where I left off. I sat on the middle cushion of the couch and opened the book. I glanced over the words before I found where I left off. I was in midsentence when the page started to blur. I was about to have another vision.

"Please don't let it be about Jasper…"

End Chapter.

A/N: My stomach is killing me. Eck. Anyways, I really hope that you like it. I'm kind of nervous about this story because I'm not used to Jasper and Alice's relationship, though I do love this story. It's one of my favorites. Okay, well, I'm going to go take a nap and hope that I don't die from this stupid flu I have. Thanks for all the amazing support. Please, don't be afraid to leave a positive review. :)

Any favorite lines in this chapter? I know it's not as funny as the other one, but do you have a favorite scene in this chapter or in this story?

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