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"Nowhere Warm" – Kate Havnevik

"Angels In The Room" – Delta Goodrem

My Hope, My Sky

Alice PoV

A week has passed since that night we fell asleep together, and I still have no clue as to what to call 'us'. We had gone to school the next day and acted like nothing had happened. It was weird at first, but then we found our own rhythm of things. We would spend lunch and in between classes and biology together; no obvious sign of anything going on between the two of us.

I didn't need a public display of affection to know how he felt though. He expressed his feelings towards me in small gestures. I know he cares for me; I can feel it when he teasingly pulls at my short spikes, when he stares me right in the eye when I talk, and when he sits next to me with his hand behind my seat and his fingers lightly tracing patterns across my back. There was a silence to our affection for each other. We didn't want nor need anyone else to know what was going on between us.

I looked over at Jasper, his face concentrated on the homework and notes he had laid out in front of him, books scattered across the grass we sat on. I was currently sprawled out on my back, my arms cushioning my head and my legs bent upward.

I shifted my gaze away from the handsome face and centered my face towards the massive trees. It was cloudy out, but the sun glowed enough to keep the forest lit. Jasper had brought me here on Sunday, exposing apart of himself to me. He explained how he felt more at home in the forest, the peaceful landscape posing as a safe house when his family became unbearable. He had told me how he would feel alone sometimes, that even in a house full of people, he still felt as if there was something keeping him from completely being apart of the family. He didn't elaborate on what made him feel left out. I didn't push either. I could see the amount of strength it took him to reveal anything to me about his life, and I was just satisfied in knowing he was trying. He wanted to tell me everything, he said so him-self, but I understood I would have to have patience.

I vaguely remembered my reoccurring vision and frowned at the knowledge that the moment I kept foreseeing wouldn't be today. I was having it every night for the past week, and each night it changed back and forth between two outcomes. It was like my vision kept changing its mind over what would happen. I couldn't quite grasp what it was that was occurring because it had never happened before. Every vision I'd had before this was a definite event. But this particular one kept switching ideas. It would always start the same, me laying in the forest, sun on my face and my eyes closed with a smile on my lips. But then it would end in one of two ways. In one, it would end with lips against my pulse, a kiss from the person lying next to me. Then in the other ending, those same lips were parted and it was a pair of teeth that were kissing my pulse, draining me of my life. But oddly enough, both endings left me with a sensation of being complete.

I shook my head and re opened my eyes. It was all too complicated. I didn't want to think about someone killing me and feeling fine with it. That was just too weird, even for me.

"You feel okay? You've been quiet sense we got here…" Jasper's voice sounded worried, like he thought he did something wrong.

I shook my head, "Just thinking. It's so calming here… I feel safe, like I could stay here forever and no one would ever have to find me."

Jasper frowned at my words. "I don't really like that idea. Of you being lost and not wanting to be found." His voice sounded sad and I suddenly realized the harm in my words.

"Well I wouldn't mind it if you found me." I was trying to lighten the mood that I had obviously killed with playfulness. I shifted my body to the side and watched him. His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes darkened seeming so far away. "I'm not saying I want to run away Jazz. I'm happy with where I am now, with you. I'd never leave you, you know that…" I don't think I'm helping the situation.

"Mmm…" His voice sounded hoarse.

I got up from my seat on the ground to move to his lap, placing my legs on either side of his waist and wove my arms around his neck pulling his forehead to mine. I stared straight into the green eyes that were trying to avoid me. We sat there like that for a moment, heavy silence weighing on us. Then he sighed and placed his large hands onto my small thighs, the dark blue jeans I had on doing nothing to protect me from the blazing heat I felt on contact. He had closed his eyes and shifted to let his face rest in the nook of my neck. I stared at my arms that were still locked around his neck, noticing the way my black t-shirt contrasted against his light skin made him seem paler than what he was. "You look nice in green," I dumbly stated, hating the silence. His laugh allowed an army of goose bumps to rise on my skin, the sensation of hot breath on my sensitive neck making my shudder.

Jasper rubbed my legs up and down and pulled his face away from my neck to look at me. I watched his irises return to their normal color and the toothy smile spread across his face.

I was thankful for the sudden calmness my words had brought to him. "You're the only place I really feel safe," I confessed to him. I bit into my bottom lip, hoping my confession didn't freak him out again.

And then his lips were on mine. A nuclear bomb couldn't compare to the explosion I felt at the simple touch.

My body suddenly went into autopilot and I felt all control of my actions leave me. I entangled my fingers into his unruly curls pulling his face as close to mine as physically possible. I lifted myself to my knees, his head leaning back to keep the connection, and pushed my body against his chest. I could feel his blazing fingers grip the backs of my thighs in a strong grip, keeping me in place.

His mouth moved with mine, taking my lower lip into his mouth, his tongue teasing me, and his teeth grazing my now highly sensitive lip making me groan in sexual frustration. My tongue then found its way into his mouth, and a battle for dominance began. He tasted like mint and I mentally made a note that mint was now my new favorite flavor.

After all the breath had been devoured from our bodies, we broke apart and gasped for new air.

My lips were tingling and felt raw as I struggled for air. I took notice of Jasper's mouth, his lips kiss swollen and twisted up into a smirk. He wasn't panting like me I realized, and I felt my face heat up from embarrassment.

I couldn't bring myself to look into his eyes, knowing I'd just find delight there. His smirk was all I needed to realize that he'd figured out just how much I craved him.

I fell back down onto his lap and leaned forward into his chest, hoping to hide my blushing face in his green shirt. I inhaled his musky sent and pressed my face so hard into his chest that I could barely breathe. I let my arms hug his back and spread my fingers out so that I was touching as much of him as possible. I moved with him as he leaned back onto his hands and then felt something slightly hard against the inside of my thigh.

If my face could get any brighter it surely would have been visible from space by now. The realization that I had affected him physically made me both proud and nervous. I didn't know what to do. Am I supposed to fix it? Oh god… I think I'm going to have a heart attack…

Jasper, obviously sensing my heightened embarrassment, began rubbing a hand comfortingly up and down my back. "Don't worry Alice, I'm not going to rape you. You were just so hot, taking control like that. Didn't think you were the dominant type." His voice was ringing with amusement.

"Shut up, ass," the words muffled by his chest. It was the only reply I could think of.

"I'm not complaining. In fact, I think it was the hottest thing I've ever been apart of. No one's ever riled me up like this from just a kiss. But then again, no one has ever kissed me like that before." He'd stressed the word ever. "You must have driven many men crazy from just a kiss like that."

I stayed silent. I was definitely visible from space now. I suddenly felt very awkward. Not only had I just found out that someone else before me had riled him up, but he was also insinuating that I had done it to other guys too.

He was suddenly sitting up very straight and pulling me from his chest to look down at me with questioning eyes. "You have kissed other guys before right?"

My eyes darted to every place but him, my silence the answer to his question.

"Alice, was I your first kiss?" His face was suddenly beaming, his smile and eyes shinning like the sun on a perfect day.

My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of annoyance becoming clear across my face. "Yeah so what? I try to make it a habit of not kissing people I don't care about. They have these names for people who are overly promiscuous, such as slut and whore. Names I try not to associate with." My voice had an icy edge to it. I was not thrilled with the thought of him 1) being sexual or even romantic with other girls and 2) finding my first kiss a hilarious event.

"Hey, now I'm not saying anything mean Alice. I'm honored to be your first. I actually feel like no one would be worthy, but if it had to be anyone, I'm thrilled that it was me!" He was trying to atone himself, knowing that he'd upset me. It didn't work.

I stood up from my position on his lap and walked over to where my tote bag was, picking it up at putting it over my shoulder.

Jasper followed suit and walked up beside me when he was finished. He turned me by my shoulders to face him, his face lowered to be as close to eye level with me as possible. "To be honest, I would have freaked out if you told me you had kissed other guys before me. I don't want you to think that your inexperience is something to be embarrassed about. It actually saves me from a lot of jail time for all the murder's I'd have to have committed from jealousy." He smiled softly at me and I could see through his eyes that he was telling the truth.

It made me feel a little less upset knowing he'd have been driven to murder from jealousy over someone else kissing me. It even had a small smile tugging at my lips. But the comment of other lovers still had me feeling like nothing special.

"I've made a lot of mistakes in my life Alice with a lot of different people, but all those wrong turns have led me to you. And all I know is that this," he grabbed my hands at that moment and brought them eye level, "this is where I found hope; in you. And that's something only you could ever have given me." He was staring so hard into my eyes, trying to convey the seriousness and truthfulness of his words.

It made me cry.

I started blubbering like a child, my hands still caught in his tight grip that kept them in front of me.

For the hundredth time that day, he pulled me into his comforting hug and rubbed my back like someone does when coddling a child.

My body was shaking helplessly in his arms. I felt so much happiness that it felt like the only way to relieve some of it before it exploded out of me was by crying.

It took me ten minutes before I was composed enough to begin our descent back to his car. We walked the whole way hand in hand.

We stepped into the silver Volvo that Jasper claimed to have borrowed from Edward, although I had a suspicion that Jasper's asking really meant him taking the car without Edward's knowledge. The expensive car made me wonder what kind of doctor Dr. Carlisle really was.

I strapped myself in, having the life scared out of me earlier when I witnessed first hand at the speed-loving maniac Jasper became once behind the wheel. Jasper's hand automatically floated into my already open and waiting hand, and laced his fingers with mine.

The day had been very eventful. I was glad, but still a little sad at leaving the forest. I looked to the massive tree filled space once more with the understanding that my vision would be taking place there. I had a funny feeling a lot of things would be taking place there, and I knew that no matter which vision came true, everything would some how turn out right.

I turned back to Jasper and squeezed his warm hand. This was where I belonged, the only hand where my heart would ever fit. I was his hope and he was my sky.

"he was my sky" is a reference to Alice's whole caged up bird theory she has about her-self... Just incase you were all confused… So this was a big stepping-stone into their relationship and I'm super stoked to write the next chapters. Hope it was enjoyable! Please, please, please review!! I truly adore everything you all have to say! Love to all.