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If you feel like eating some thing, make a list of all the reasons you shouldn't. Read this list until you want to puke.

-Tip on most pro-eating disorder websites.

Wasn't it weird how things that you totally never planned to do, some thing that was totally spur of the moment, seem to have the biggest impact on your life? For that every thing was a chain reaction, the tiniest action could let off a whole string of other ones. Maybe if a high powered Hollywood agent didn't ask all his female clients to lose weight and all his male clients to visit a gym more often, one or two or who knows how many girls wouldn't become anorexic. Maybe if Alice's mother hadn't wanted her to go to the store with her one day when she was little, and she didn't come across a glossy magazine with a rail skinny girl on the cover, she wouldn't have felt bad enough about her body to fall into the pit. These kinds of actions were all linked, and it was startling the things you over looked.

So when Alice decided to stop at Starbucks on the way home from school, hoping that a little caffeine would cancel out the cravings she was having from not eating in at least four days, she didn't think it would be any thing life changing. She thought it would be like any other trip to Starbucks she had ever made in her life, which had gotten more and more common when she got her car last month and could drive places herself. She smirked when she thought about the deal she had made with her parents 'Only if you gain weight' their words echoed in her mind, hallowing it out and making her almost laugh. Really they really naive enough to go on thinking she still ate every day? She was disappointed in them. They could do better than that. Make a pathetic little halfhearted deal and call it quits. In reality though, it only made Alice's life easier.

The warm air that blasted Alice when she opened the door to the tiny shop felt so good on her vampire icy skin. She was always cold, any amount of warmth was always highly welcome. Alice ordered a vanilla latte with soy milk (half the calories as regular cow's milk, and with nearly no fat, since it came from plants and cows milk is meant to fatten a calf up in less than a year. It's a no brainer.) And went to sit by the windows.

Alice loved the view of Portland you got from the windows here. Portland was full of all sorts of weird people, and Alice liked every one of them, they were all unique. She wasn't one of those eating disordered people who had to have every thing be perfect all the time, Alice simply lived to be skinny and hated being full. She had nothing against weird people, and knew she was pretty out there herself. And with this view of the grand city, she could see over to the river through cracks in the dirty old buildings, and the busy streets were always full of cars and motorcycles and runners, no matter what the time of day. She loved this city, and knew she would probably never live any place else.

"You look deep in thought." Someone commented, sitting down next to her, like he had known her all his life.

He was a blond haired boy, with honest brown eyes and a fading tan. He had to be at least a foot and a half taller than Alice, and he was very muscular. Alice knew that he could not go to her school, there, all the boys saw her as that girl, the one who always looked sick, who no one ever saw eat lunch, who people were started to get suspicious of. Every boy in school thought she looked disgusting, but Alice didn't care, she loved Ana more than she could ever love a boy, or any person alive for that matter.

"I was." Alice admitted, taking a sip of her coffee. She refused to drink coffee or any thing like it if it was not hot to the point where it burned her tongue. She like it that way, for some unexplained reason. The hot liquid bubbled and fizzed in her mouth, and she loved it.

"Oh, you probably think I'm some creepy stalker," Jasper said, a slight smile coming across his face, "I'm Jasper Whitlock."

"Alice Brandon." Alice said, still looking out the window intently, like a lioness who's hallow eyes watched an elk, her mind on the meat it would provide for her babies. She wondered why he was even talking to her, it wasn't like random people always came up to her.

"And what, may I ask, is so interesting out there?" He asked her. Alice was almost annoyed by him, but at the same time, she liked having him around a little. It was like she didn't know how to feel around him. Someone else always did her thinking for her.

"The world." Alice said simply, losing herself in it even more. She couldn't take her eyes off the moving world, the dance of people. One out of every fifty people out there had an eating disorder, too. When she thought that word, her side began to ache again, as if a silent reminder of what she had brought upon herself last night. The fearful memory was enough to keep her off food forever. "What brings you to this Starbucks on this day?" She asked, knowing how hard it was to keep a one sided conversation up. She would be annoyed with her if she was him, should she not ask him a question in return.

"I'm not sure," Jasper told her. "Life. Death. The fact that this place can get me inspired like no place else can."

"And what would you need inspiration for?" Alice asked, getting into it know. She had almost forgotten what it was like to talk to a 'healthy' person without wanting to bitch slap them in their fat face.

"Believe it or not, I write a little poetry." Jasper told her with a slight chuckle, relaxing a little in his seat. Sure enough, there was a leather bound notebook tucked under one of his arms, no doubt containing years of work.

"Poems about what?" She asked, eyeing the notebook.

"Whatever I feel like, really," He said, nudging the book toward her, "places I go, people I meet. Maybe tonight, I'll be writing one about you."

Alice opened it, and read the first poem on the first page quickly.

The darkness falls beneath the sky
Where devils rule
And Gods collide

The land is laid to waste
and angels fall to grace
The sun acts like a brace

And I am here to pace
Along this dreadful place
To fix this evil race

"You wrote this?" Alice asked, flipping through the rest of the book. Hid poetry was all over the place, some of it was dark, some gleeful, and a few were a cross that Alice could not figure out.

"Well yeah." He said, sounding nervous, "Do you like it?"

"I love it." Alice admitted, fully telling the truth. She had never met a boy that could write poetry like this. Some were better than others, she would admit, but overall, it was wonderful. Better than what she could write, that was for sure. "How long have you been writing?"

"Since I was eleven," Jasper told her, "And let me tell you, I got picked on for at school. I think I might be the only boy to never do one sport in middle or high school."

"Wait, are you graduated already?" She asked, surprised by this fact. He had a very boyish look to him, she didn't think he was much older than she was when she first saw him.

"Just last year, I turned nineteen last month." He told her, "How old are you?"

"Only sixteen." Alice told him, sort of in a daze as she started reading another poem. She hadn't spoken to many boys who were out of high school, but she knew that most of them didn't act like Jasper, he was so... so deep. Most nineteen year old boys were beer guzzlers at the party school, hooking up with a different girl every weekend. Yet, Jasper spent his time talking to strangers in Starbucks, writing poetry.

Suddenly, Alice remembered that she had to be home to watch her baby sister before her mom left for work, she was going to be in so much trouble if she was late!

"Jasper, I have to go." Alice said, standing up and starting to slip into her jacket.

"Wait," He said, "Can I call you some time?"

This was not happening. Alice had never had a boy act even remotely interested in her, this was the very first time. None the less, she programmed her number into this almost strangers envy2 and he said he would text her some time today.

On her way home, the line 'Maybe tonight I'll be writing a poem about you' popped into her head. She found herself wishing he would.

And for all of you who are wondering, I wrote the poem from Jasper's book. I did it in like three minutes, so I know it sucks, but whoever can come up with a title for it will get respect from me *winks hopefully*

Another update will be later today, maybe during the evening if you're into my whole late night vampirey update habits. Thanks for reading, it means a lot.