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Chapter 14: Oh Make Me Over

I had just managed to open my eyes when I heard the tapping at Alice's door. Very carefully, I slid out from under Alice, trying my best not to wake her. Once I was up, I looked around for my shirt. After unsuccessfully finding it, I finally remembered that sleeping beauty was wearing it. I smiled to myself as I pulled my jeans up.

I stuck my head out the door, silently praying to who ever was in charge of miracles that it wasn't Ed at the door.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" I tried to growl at Bella and Rose. Instead of answering me, Rose pushed the door opened as Bella handed me a bag. I wanted to bitch at them for just barging in, but figured it would be best not to.

I took the bag and went into the bathroom, inspecting its contents. Clothes, toothbrush and deodorant. I thanked God that Bella had enough decency to bring these for me. I wasn't sure how I was going to get to the house before this day of torture began. She also saved me from having to leave Alice sooner then I would have liked.

I pulled the shirt on and stared at my reflection. I had to try my best to get Bella to reconsider the color stripping, or at least the hair cut. I seriously doubted that Alice meant what she had said about liking me as a blond. She didn't even know me when I was that Jasper. I just shook my head and started to brush my teeth.

"She likes blonds" Ed's statement ran through my head. Jesus Christ, he's even fucking with me in my head!

I rinsed out my mouth and cleaned my tooth brush off while I tried to figure out what to do with the mop-top that I called hair. I had just started to wet it down some, to get the frizz out of it, when Alice joined me.

"How about just this once, you leave it curly?" She asked. I looked at her through the mirror, cocking an eyebrow up at her. First, she said she would like me blond and then suggests leaving my hair curly. Leave it curly? Was she fucking mad? Jesus Christ, does she have a thing for the 'All American Boy Next Door' or some shit?

She smiled at me, causing me to smile back.

Mother fucker, I even had the fucking dimples!

I think I shocked Alice by constantly holding her hand. I couldn't help it though, I felt like it was the only way I could show her that I was always going be hers. She surprised the hell out of me when she handed me an entry card for her condo when I teased her about Bella having one. Even though we had never claimed that we were couple, just having her give me that in front of everyone spoke volumes. Honestly, it scared the shit out of me.

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I thought it was completely stupid that Bella and Rose were treating this like some fucking recon mission. I mean fuck, we're all going to the same damn mall. What was the point of splitting up?

"Because Jazz, Rose wants to focus on the girls, and I need to focus on you and Seth. It's just easier this way. Trust me." Bella said, exasperated with me.

Yeah, sure, like I'm really gonna trust Satan's spawn. At least I won the coffee battle. I knew there was no way in hell Bells was going to pass up a free Venti Caramel Machiato.

We started off in the record store when we got to the mall. I needed to pick up my final check and Bella wanted to see when Seth was off. Why that kid hadn't quit yet was beyond me.

When we walked in, however, the answer was obvious. Bella grabbed my arm.

"You didn't tell me Seth and Kelci were dating," she whispered at me. I looked over at the counter where Kelci was sitting there with Seth between her legs as they looked at a magazine. Her arms wrapped around his waist, reading over his shoulder.

"I didn't know they were," I confessed. As we got closer, I saw Seth turn his head to say something to her. From where we were standing it looked as if they would kiss at any moment.

I cleared my throat making them both to jump.

"Jiminy Cricket, Jasper!" Kelci shrieked, placing her hand over her heart.

"Is Mark here?" I snickered at Kelci. She shook her head.

"I do have you're check though," she spun around on the counter and jumped down. "He left saying that you were going to swing by. He's royally pissed though," she was looking through a filing cabinet, "Called Seth a traitor and everything."

I cocked my head at Seth, asking him what the hell she was rambling about. Seth smiled wide and explained that he told Mark he was done as of today. That pleased Bella, meaning that our torture could begin sooner.

Well fuck.

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"Damn it, Bells, why do I need to get an Armani suit?!" I was done with this project by then. It was just after three in the afternoon. Seth and I had been dragged from stores like Nordstrom's, Ralph Lauren and some other uppity rich bitch stores.

"Jasper, you need a suit," she stated plainly as she pulled out some coats from the racks.

"Why? We're a fucking rock band Bells. Or at least that's what Billy's going for. He didn't say anything about making me look like a stiff." Seth snorted a laugh at the sight of Bella's face. Her lips were sent into a tight line as she glared at me.

Jesus Christ, the last time I saw that look was from Charlie. I shook my head at the thought.

"You need a suit Jasper Whitlock. It's time to grow up. There will no longer be days were you will be able to dress as an unemployed hippie. Now shut the fuck up and go try this on!" She hissed the last part as she shoved a black suit at me.

I took the suit, listening to Seth laugh at me as I hung my head like a five year old. He just didn't understand. You don't want to fuck with Bella when she's pissed. She can make a mother grizzly bear seem like a lamb.

The dressing room was unusual. It had two over-stuffed chairs and a table that had a floral arrangement as well an ice bucket filled with ice and bottled water. Perrier, Jesus Christ… I looked at the suit that was now hanging up, taunting me. The even stranger thing about this room, was there were no mirrors.

I didn't see what the big idea was with the stupid suit being designer. I could get this cut from fucking Sears and no one would care. I kicked my shoes off as I reached into my pocket, taking out my phone. I was tempted to call Alice, just to see if her day had gone any better. But, I knew Bella would have an absolute fit if I stayed in here long then she deemed to be necessary.

I put the suit on, noticing that the cut in the pants seemed to be perfect for my long legs. I tried to get a glimpse of myself in a mirror only to remember that there were no fucking mirrors.

Of course not…

I grabbed the blazer and walked out into the store. Bella looked up at me and smiled as the clerk asked me to step up onto a platform in front of a three way mirror. I looked in the mirror, a tad surprised that Bella had chosen this particular dress shirt for me. It wasn't traditional; in fact I don't think you could wear a tie with this collar.

"The great thing about this shirt sir, is that ties are not required," the over excited sales clerk repeated my assumptions. "As you can see, with the design of the collar, that black button is the only neck accessory you need."

I nodded at the poor shmuck not really caring. I didn't like the damn suit and I wasn't going to buy it. I don't do suits. He asked me to put the blazer on and I obliged. This, I did like. Single breasted with two buttons. I could wear this with jeans and still look 'clean'.

I felt like a robot as I moved the different limbs that he asked to be moved. Well, I felt like that until I heard my sister's laugh. On impulse I spun around in spot, almost finding it comical that I was standing on a polished platform in socks and didn't fall over.

Alice was standing there staring at me. She had her sunglasses pushed up on her head, the corners of her mouth curled up a little as she bit her lower lip. I felt myself smirk at her. I knew that look. I knew that look damn well.

I saw her glance around and as soon as the clerk left my side, she came towards me. When she reached me, she placed her hand in mine – once again amazing me on how our fingers would, as if on instinct, intertwine immediately – as she looked up at me through her eyelash. Oh fuck yes did I know that look.

"Can I borrow you for a minute?" she purred to me. I felt my dick spring to life in my pants. You have me for the rest of your life sweet heart, I wanted to say to her; but instead, I merely licked my lips while nodding, interested to see where this was going to go.

She led me towards the dressing rooms, stopping in the hall way to look at me and raising an eyebrow, as if asking 'where's your room?'

I took her to the door at the very end of the row. As soon as we were in she closed the door, locked it, and shoved me against the door hard enough to make it rattle.

"What brought this on?" I asked, extremely curious.

"You're getting the suit," she demanded, pulling on my hair bringing my mouth down to hers.

I was shocked as hell that she was having such a reaction to what I was trying on. Fuck it. If this is what happens when I wear something like this, I'm buying the whole damn store out.

She bit my lip hard when I wasn't kissing her back. Fucking hell! I wasn't expecting her to attack me.

"Owe," I mumbled against her lips, making her giggle. She pulled away and I instantly felt her mouth on my chest. The fuck? Damn she got the shirt open fast.

I leaned my head back against the door as my eyes fluttered shut. I ran my tongue against the inside of my bottom lip. Yep, she just paid me back for the Seether concert.

What the fuck was going on? I briefly asked myself, all thoughts were lost to me when I felt her tongue slide up the shaft of my cock, tracing lazy circles on the head.

I groaned when she took me in her mouth, sucking and swirling her tongue around me. She must have read some more tricks in her Cosmo magazine or something, because the tricks she was using were bringing me closer to the edge at an alarming rate.

"Alice," I tried to prevent my voice from coming out like a moan, but failed miserably. I started to pant as she took my cock in deeper. I willed myself to open my eyes.

Holy fuck! She's been watching me this whole time. Ugh, that too was enough to send me over the edge, but I fought against it.

"Baby," this came out stronger, thank God. She hummed in response, the sound vibrating around my cock.

Fuck!

"Baby, wait a minute," I managed to gasp out. She scraped her teeth back up my length causing my hands to ball into fists.

Jesus Christ!

She finally let me go with a 'pop'. Then slid herself up against me, her hand gently touching my cock. She tilted her head to the side and smiled, waiting for me to say what I needed to say.

I placed my hands on her hips, my fingers slipped in under the material of her shorts.

"I need you," I said huskily, "now." She started walking backwards towards where the chairs were. She moved us so she could push me down into one.

I pulled her shorts down, groaning when I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. I slid the shorts down her legs, never taking my eyes off hers. She stepped out of them while my hand slid along her inner thigh, having the intention of teasing her some. That intention went out of the window, when my fingers grazed her soft flesh.

I groaned again as I slid a finger up her wet folds, amazed that I could get her so hot like this. I watched her bite into her lower lip while I teased her clit.

"Do you want me, Alice?" I asked as I dipped two fingers into her, watching her eyes flutter closed as she whimpered at me. Her small hands braced themselves on my shoulder.

"Tell me baby," I pushed my fingers in deeper, using my other hand to pull her closer to me.

She made a guttural sound in the affirmative. I slipped my free hand up her tank top, my fingers ghosting along the fabric of her bra as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her.

I curled my fingers up to hit the spot I knew she loved. She swore under her breath as her eyes snapped open to look at me. I smirked up at her; she knew what I wanted to hear.

"Yes," she cried while my fingers thrust in harder. She started to chew on her lip, her hips bucking into my hand.

I slid my fingers out, placed my hands on her waist and pulled her to my lap.

She sat on my lap as I guided myself to her entrance. I cupped her face with my hand. "By the way baby, the month starts tomorrow," I told her before crashing my lips to hers. She slid down onto my cock, making me moan loudly into her mouth. I felt her hands fist into my hair tugging on it, rocking her hips faster, making me plunge deeper into her.

I wrapped one arm around her, pulling her closer to me, my other hand slid between us, teasing and pinching her clit. It was her turn to moan loudly, making me thankful that we were kissing at that moment.

But fuck, the thought of being caught made this even more exciting.

She started to kiss down my throat as I leaned my head back in the chair. I felt her still tugging on my hair as she rocked on me. Her lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake, she moved her kisses around to the side of my neck, biting my jugular vein. Instantly my hands grabbed her hips holding her firmly in place as I bucked my hips up, pushing into her deeper. She moaned name into my neck as her muscles tightened around my cock, milking me of my own release as I panted her name.

We sat there for a few minutes as we both caught our breath. Alice looked at me and smiled then started giggling as she placed butterfly kisses on my face.

"What's so funny?" I asked as she got up and put her shorts back on.

"I have to thank Rose is all" She shrugged sitting on the other chair. I got up and got dressed back into my jeans and t-shirt. Alice started giggling again.

"Now what?"

"The shirt you're wearing" she smirked. I looked down at my south park shirt, what could be so funny about this? Raising an eyebrow up at her in question; I slipped my shoes on and tied them.

She smiled, "vampires are so lame" she quoted. "It's just funny to see you wearing such a shirt when you clearly have a biting fetish." She smirked at me.

"Are you complaining?" I teased as I hung the suit back on the hangers.

"No, as long as we don't start drawing blood, it's pretty hot." She replied, causing me to instinctively run my tongue along my still sore bottom lip. I could tell in her eyes she wanted to say something else but was editing her thoughts.

I nodded, "Agreed, no blood drawing." I held my hand out for her to help her up. Again, our fingers automatically entwined with each other as we walked out to the main store.

Bella and Rose were talking and looking at more dress shirts, while Maggie was on her cell phone pacing outside the store. I cocked my head to the side to get a better look at her. They lightened her hair some, and I must say she looked approachable now.

Seth was M.I.A. I glanced at my watch, it was nearing four, meaning he was at the store waiting for Kelci to get off work. Just at that moment Rose looked up at Alice and me. The glint in her eye reminded me of momma when she caught us lying.

"Have a nice talk?" she smirked. Oh yeah, Rose definitely knew something was up. I could feel Alice hide her face in my back.

"Yeah, we worked out a few things. By the way," I looked over at Bella. "Am I only getting the black suit?" Bella shook her head laughing.

"No, while you and Alice were talking," She cocked an eyebrow up at that. Fuck, she knew too. "Andy got some more suits in your size for us to purchase."

"Maybe you can show Alice what they look like later." Rose quipped. Alice tightened her grip on my hand and I had to keep from smiling.

"So now what's the plan?" I asked Bella trying to steer the attention off of me and Alice.

"Hair cut," she stated simply. Damn, I had hoped she forgot. "I just have to find a place that will do better then a nine dollar hair cut." She sighed defeated.

What was wrong with Super Cuts?

"Oh! I know take him to Rizzo's," Alice chirped from behind me. I turned to look at her, watching as she and Bella exchanged looks.

"Will they be able to see him now?" Bella asked. My eyebrows hit the ceiling. These girls where seriously not just talking about me as if I wasn't here, where they?

Alice grinned. "Let me see what I can do" She jumped up onto her toes to give me a kiss before running out of the store.

After paying for four suits - seriously why did I need two navy and two black suits? We headed to a near by strip mall. I was just grateful the girls let me pick up a Pepsi on the way.

"So how did you get them to see me?" I asked Alice as we walked hand in hand to the place of torture.

"I promised a double blowjob to Brandon and his boyfriend Matt." She batted her eyelashes at me. I could hear Rose and Bella snicker from behind us, but I just froze in place.

"You what?" I yanked on her arm a bit to get her to stop and face me. I hoped to God she was fucking kidding with me.

"Jesus Jazz, you get a little ass in the changing room and you become possessive as fuck," Rose said as she linked her arm with Alice. I watched Alice's cheeks turn pink at the mention of the changing room. I still wasn't having it. I really didn't want fight with some hair dresser over Alice. Sure I could hold my own, but they got fucking scissors and shit.

"Jasper relax," Bella said from behind me. "In case you missed it, let me catch you up to speed. She said, 'Brandon and his boyfriend Matt.'"

Holy shit… boyfriend… Smoot Jasper, I smacked myself mentally.

When Bella and I walked into Rizzo's I saw Alice giving a very tall red head a hug. The same anger I felt when we were at the concert started to build up in my chest. At least this time I understood why I was acting like a jackass. She was mine.

Alice waved us over to where she was, introducing me to Brandon. Remember he has a boyfriend Jazz, I reminded myself as he gave Alice a kiss on the cheek before she wandered off to talk to someone else.

"So Brandon, what we need is to give Jasper here a new look. A clean look," Bella took charge. I watched as he looked me over, his brown eyes sparkling as if he knew something I didn't know, or wasn't privileged to know.

I rolled my eyes at Bells remark. Seriously, it wasn't like I didn't take care of myself. Sure, I would go a few days with out shaving, but that was it.

Brandon continued to look me over as he contemplated his plan I imagine before returning his attention to Bella. "He is quite the dirty boy isn't he?" He emphasized, making me roll my eyes. "I'll fix him up"

Bella nodded, "Great! We need the black out, that's for sure. Can you make his cut just above his ears?" She asked as she located where she wanted the cut. Jesus Christ, she was talking about cutting at least three inches of the length and talking like I wasn't even fucking here. Again!

"Yes," he nodded, "this is the worst dye job I have ever seen. It was a self kit wasn't it?" he stopped scrutinizing me to look at Bells.

I don't think I've ever rolled my eyes so much in ten minutes before.

Bella just smiled at him and shrugged. "He has this thing about hiding. So I give you free reign to cut the front as short as the back, but if he's good can you leave it a bit longer?"

The dude didn't even flinch while he snapped in my face, saying I needed to stop rolling my eye at him.

What the fuck was that about?

"Yes, lets see how well he plays along." He smiled smugly at Bella, causing a grin stretch across her face.

"I see why Alice recommended you." Wait she did? How does she know this clown? "Good luck with him" she nodded her head in my direction. "He's more stubborn then a bull"

Bullshit!

Brandon turned to me again, giving me a look over for the hundredth time. I wanted to yell at him and tell him to keep his damn eye on the hair, but figured it was best not to insult the one in charge of the hair cut. My luck he'd make me look like that Jimmy Neutron cartoon.

"I've broken worse" he said as he raised an eyebrow and smirked, a thick southern accent apparent. Bella laughed, snorting some as she went to join Rose and Alice. "Well now. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Which would you like?"

I shoved my hands in my pockets, a sudden feeling of trepidation washing over me. "Honestly man, either way is gonna be torture for me. I've had this look for five years," I trailed off, not sure if I wanted to tell him that I felt like Alice liked this look a lot.

"Hmm, then your redo is way over due," he said as he shoved me in the back a little to lead me to the direction of the chair. I sat down, watching Brandon as he looked over his shoulder to someone. Instantly I heard Alice giggling. I wanted to turn around and see her, but the black smock that was being draped over me stopped me from even thinking about it.

I watched as he got everything he needed ready and began to work on my hair, starting with the back. I was hoping he wasn't one of those chatty hair dressers you see people spilling their inner most secrets too.

"So you and Miss Alice are…?" He trailed his question off. I looked up at him in the mirror as he gave me a questioning look.

Apparently, he was the chatty kind.

"I wish I knew how to answer that," I said honestly. He cocked his eyebrow at me.

"Are you from Texas?" What the hell does that have to do with anything?

"Yea, why?" Brandon merely nodded and acted as if that was the answer to some question I wasn't let in on.

"Miss Alice, I love her, she has a big, kind and forgiving heart. Don't you think?" I eyed him skeptically, wondering what this had to do with anything. "I've know her since a bit after she turned seventeen, you know that?" No, how the hell was I supposed to know that shit?

"She helped me get to where I am now," he stopped cutting to look at me directly in the mirror. "So, I ask you, what do you think the two of you are?" Well if he doesn't want to answer me on why being from Texas matters then I don't feel I need to answer this question.

"So have you been a," what the fuck was the pc word for this? "Stylist," that's it, "for only four years or has it always been a passion?" I asked trying to get the conversation off of me and Alice.

"I've been a hairdresser for almost eight years now. Then this spunky little fashion model comes in here after someone else ruined her beautiful hair. I was lucky enough to fix it. She did ads and what not for free after that." He shrugged then smirked at me in the mirror. "You didn't answer my question."

No shit Sherlock

He stopped and sighed, a look of concentration on his face. "Tell me how you feel and I'll let you in on a secret about Miss Ali," he reasoned with me.

I sighed, figuring that there was no way around his question.

"Again, I wish I could tell you what we are. I can tell you that I care about her. I only want to see that smile that lights up her damn face so much that it's damn near blinding. I get angry at the thought of someone hurting here, which nine times out of ten, I'm the shithead that did it." I looked down at the pile of hair that had pooled into my lap.

Brandon laughed, "Well, I like you for having the balls to admit when you did her wrong. Especially after I told you how much I love her and have your precious hair in my hands," he said in a way that I guess was supposed to be teasing, as he tugged on my hair a bit. "I've never heard of Miss Ali casually dating anyone. I mean she made out with a random stranger when she was sixteen but she admits to smoking a lot of pot at the time." I smiled at the thought of Alice doing something like that.

"Well, I don't do the causal thing either… Well except for that one girl… You know what, never mind. I was fucked in the head back then." To this day I don't know what possessed me to make out with the local girl that I didn't even know. Yes, I do, it was her eyes… that damned eyes…

"Yes, well we all do it once," Brandon said snapping me out of my thoughts. "Usually when we are, 'fucked in the head' as you so eloquently put it."

Something about the look on his face made me chuckle. "Does my swearing bother you?"

"Not at all," he shook his head to emphasis his point, "I just never imagined," he stopped for a moment, looking like he was thinking again, the chuckled. "Well, maybe I can."

I raised an eyebrow at him. This thinking and then being cryptic shit has got to stop. "Never imagined that a southern boy would have such a colorful vocabulary, or that said southern boy would be with Alice?" He chuckled at that.

"Well, fuck. I just never imagined lil' Miss Ali with a potty mouth who has horribly died hair," he said in a very authentic Texas accent. Well shit how did I miss that before? No wonder he asked if I was from Texas. "Please excuse the jest," his voice was back to the Pacific Northwest accent that was common here. "Miss Ali hardly curses, so I always pictured the man she's with to be the same."

"Touché," I hardly believe she picked me as it was. "Sorry man, but I've heard Alice swear, granted not nearly as much as me."

"I have as well," He stopped again, smirking, "talking about your mouth as a matter of fact." He chuckled as he continued.

Involuntarily, my tongue ran over the cut she gave me on my lip.

"Also, apparently, you have and I quote 'fuck me eyes'." He leaned over to look in my eyes. Creepy much? "No offense but I don't see it. To each their own." He shrugged.

I laughed, "No offense, but you aren't my type to give the supposed 'fuck me eyes' to."

He nodded and smiled, "Touché. Miss Ali has incredible eyes don't you think?" I'm beginning to think he may have a crush on my girl.

"Yep, they remind me of someone though."

"Oh honey," Did he really just call me 'honey'? "Only three people in this world have those eyes that I know of. Miss Ali, Miss Ali's mama, and Edwardo. That's it."

I had to bite back the laughter that was fighting to come out.

Edwardo, now that shits funny.

"No, it's gonna sound fucked up but they just remind me of someone from my past."

"Who?" he looked at me speculatively.

"That's the fucked up part, I don't know her name. Or even it's the same girl from the picture," I shrugged, "I still have the magazine ad because the eyes were beautiful, almost hauntingly so."

"A magazine ad? Have you held it up to Miss Ali as of late? Didn't you know she was a model?" He tilted his head some. "And a mystery woman, do tell."

"Yeah, I never thought of doing that. But then again I just found out yesterday that Alice was a model."

That made Brandon chuckle.

"You didn't know? Most guys hit on her instantly because of her little Maxim spread she did. Even I have a bit of a crush." I knew it!

"Maxim? No, I didn't know."

"Yeah, she looked pretty hot in it. Wait a minute." He put his scissors down and went to a stack of magazines. Well shit… I'm dating a Maxim model. Who would have imagined that?

Every man that ever saw her in the magazine, jackass.

Brandon came back over, the magazine open and sure as shit, there were two pictures of Alice, my Alice. She was leaned again the wall with a very small grey looking dress that exposed the side of her breast, while she gave the camera a very alluring look.

"Miss Ali, be still my heart," Brandon said, as he fanned himself. I was slightly sure he was swooning. I was drawn into her face, I knew that look well. I slapped the publication closed before I let my mind wander, and be stuck in this chair with a hard on.

"She's quite the little hottie there huh?"

"Yep," was all I could manage to get out.

"I have like four copies of that," I watched in the mirror as he blushed at his confession. "You want one?" He asked me.

I smirked at him, "Why would I want the pictures when I have the real thing?"

He shrugged, "You're right," he put the scissors down, grabbing some bottles of something or other. I took the opportunity to look at myself and that's when I noticed how much shorter my hair is now.

"You know," he started, his voice full of warning, "if you ever make her lose her mind again and chop off her own hair, I will hunt you down myself." Well regardless of the smile that was on his face, there was not mistaking the sincerity in his voice.

"It was never my intention for her to do that in the first place," I said honestly.

He shook his head at my answer, "Well, it may not have been your intention, but it was what happened." I didn't know what he wanted me to say to that.

He sighed, pursing his lips slightly before speaking, "You keep this between me and you alright? You ever tell her I said this and well, I know people." Wow that was like a bad episode of The Sopranos.

"No problem"

"I think she's in love with you," he said this like he was telling me he thinks he's gonna have the white wine with his pasta. How could he be so calm with that admission.

"She doesn't even know me," it was true. Fuck, we need to sit down and talk and soon.

Well, what else are you going to do for a fucking month?

"She knows enough obviously," he said as he spread the foul smelling chemicals in my hair. I assume this was the color stripper.

Christ, I was really going to go through with this.

"I've been with Matt for about three months now, and I love him deeply. I learn new things about him everyday too," he shrugged, "that's part of being in a loving relationship. You learn new things about your love everyday." I saw him look over at someone, probably Matt, and smile.

"But don't you find it weird to know someone for two months, to be in love with them, even though every time you wind up seeing said person you do nothing but hurt her?"

He stopped in mid application, his face stoic as he studied me. "Are you in love with her?"

I looked at the wall to the left of him. How can I tell him this when I couldn't even tell her? "I'm not sure,"

For some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to completely lie to him.

"Look me and tell you're not in love with her."

I met his gaze in the mirror, "I can't," because it would be a lie.

He sighed, nodding as if he accepted my answer, but the spark in his brown eyes told me other wise. "I'm not the one who makes the rules of love. I'm just 'Mr. States the obvious', okay?" I nodded waiting for him to continue.

"Do you believe in fate?" Was he fucking kidding me? I took a look at his face. Nope, he certainly wasn't kidding me.

"Depends on what context of the meaning you are talking about."

"Well, either you believe or you don't. And I mean soul mates, destiny, etcetera."

Honestly, I didn't believe in that shit. Even if everyone else around me seemed too.

"Well when you have a cousin, who is convinced she is going to marry some fucker she knew briefly when was thirteen, just meet him again now," my jaw clenched as I remembered the fight Bella and I got into the other night. She was making plans to marry the warden, which honestly, I'm not okay with. I didn't think the shithead deserved her. She tried to placate me and tell me that the band she was sporting on her left hand was nothing more then a damn promise ring. I didn't believe her.

"It's a tad difficult to say that there is no such thing as 'fate'. I believe though that the 'fates' aren't on my side." I finished.

"You don't?"

I sighed. Can't he just take what I said and leave it?

"If the fates were on my side, that episode that Alice had wouldn't have ever happened. I wouldn't be caught in a custody battle over an innocent little girl that never asked to have such fucked up people as parents. I wouldn't have to pick up the pieces of both my mother and cousin's lives when some crack head decided it would fucking hilarious to pop my uncle in the head, while trying to keep myself from going insane at the fact that the only man I ever saw as a father was gone. And most of all, if the fates were on my side," I chuckled darkly, "I would have gotten the name of the girl I kissed when I was nineteen."

I felt the brush pop me in the back of the head, before I registered the pain or sound.

"Owe," I scowled at Brandon.

"Maybe the fates decided that you needed to have something hard, so you didn't become a whiney, selfish, spoiled brat." He explained crossing his arms over his chest. "And what, Alice isn't good enough?"

"I never said that she wasn't," I practically growled at him, "I'm not good enough for her."

"That really doesn't matter. If you're what she wants and judging from the looks she was giving you from the lounge area, you most definitely are, then fucking man up, bitch." I half expected him to snap his fingers and do the stereotypical 'oh no you didn't' neck roll.

Dude, stop watching the birdcage dumb shit!

"How you propose that I should 'man up' with out scarring the ever living Jesus out of her?"

"Treat her like she deserves to be treated," he gave me a 'duh' face. "And learn all you can about her. Edwardo tells me you think they are spoiled little trust fund babies." He raised an eyebrow at me, daring me to contradict him.

Who the fuck did Ed think he was talking to this guy about me. Alice I could understand, but not mister pretty boy.

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah, well the warden can butt the fuck out of it. I don't talk shit about him and Bella to other people. And I'm sorry but first impressions weren't great for either myself nor Alice."

"The warden?" Brandon asked as he proceeded to laugh, snorting some. "Well, he is a tad controlling isn't he?" A tad?!

Brandon smiled, "Oh, he speaks the world of Bella though! I think that boy is love stoned."

"Well you'd be happy to know that the feeling in mutual with her. She damn near disowned me the other day because of him." Well, that and the fact that I asked if I should be calling her Mrs. Dickhead Cullen.

"Well," Brandon smirked before continuing, "What gave you such a bad first impression of Miss Ali? Most people love her to death upon meeting her."

I chuckled at the memory of our first encounter. I should have known right then and there that she had a passion and fire inside of her.

"She bitched me out for spilling my drink on her shoes when I was bumped into her. Then she told me off about how my shirt cost more then her whole outfit… it lead to assumptions."

"And you couldn't possibly think that maybe the reason she cared so much about her shoes was because she worked really hard for the money that paid for them?" Again there was that fucking 'I dare you to contradict' look as he placed a shower cap on my head, the smells of the chemicals were burning my nostrils. "Listen here and listen good, you don't care about how much something costs because you never had to worry about it. Next time, just fucking apologize," he said rolling his eyes.

"In case you missed the part where I said this, I'll say it again, alcohol was involved. If she would have shut up for a second I would have apologized."

He leaned against his work station, folding his arms across his chest, smirking at me. "Telling her to have her daddy buy her new shoes is not apologizing," he joked. Jesus Christ how much did he know?

"That was after she bitched me out." I informed him, rolling my eyes. He shrugged.

"I would've personally bitch slapped you." I shook my head chuckling at his statement.

"I'm glad she didn't do it that night." Brandon tilted his head at me. "She's got a lot of forced behind that tiny frame of hers," I laughed.

"Oh, I've heard she punched Edwardo once." I laughed at the image in my head. "Of course," he looked at me, as if trying to read my face, before giving me a tight smile.

What the fuck dude, spit it out already!

He cleared his throat, "Anyway," he started obviously changing the subject. "She may not say it any time soon, but she loves you. Otherwise you would have been picked up with Monday's trash collection, if she didn't."

I let out a heavy sigh, I wanted to believe him, but at the same time, I knew I was kidding myself thinking she could love an asshole like me.

"She's just a glutton for punishment," he chuckled. "You know how I know she loves you?" I just shook my head. He waited a moment as he pulled the cap off and leaned the chair back so I could put my head in the sink.

"Right after you kissed the skank whore who birthed your child, she couldn't stop saying positive things about you. When she talked about you, she bounced so happily in her chair. If that isn't being totally blindly in love with someone, I dunno what is."

"Hey, Brandon?" I started to chew on my upper lip, debating if I really wanted to tell him what I was thinking.

"Hmm?"

"I think I am in love with her and it scares the shit out of me 'cause I know now more then ever, if I hurt her," I couldn't finish what I wanted to say. He'd probably call for the men in the fucking white coats if he knew what I was thinking.

He stopped rinsing the chemical out of my hair for a moment to get a better look at me. "If you hurt her, you'll hurt yourself too." Christ he's good.

"Yeah, I just can't drag her into my shit though. She doesn't deserve it." He tugged on my hair.

Fuck, that's attached you know! I wanted to yell at him.

"You already dragged her in," Yeah, thanks for reminding me jackass.

"Right, I know that. She shouldn't have to play 'mom' to someone else's kid." I smiled a bit as I thought of Alice as a mom. Instantly I could see her and Jordy playing in the park, or doing makeovers. "Although, I have no doubt she would be a great mom."

I looked at him, pleading with him in my eyes to understand. "How is this all fair to her? She never asked to get settled with my baggage."

He pursed his lips together before answering. "How fair is it to her if she doesn't get that choice? You gonna be like Edwardo now too and make her decisions for her?"

"Fuck no!" That was one of the reasons why I despised Dickward. "But I don't want her to think she has to do this. I don't want her to be trapped. I mean what happens if two years from now she wakes up and realizes she can do better them me. But because of the person Alice is, she won't want to leave Jordan. I could careless if she decided I wasn't what she needed or I didn't love her the way she deserved it. But it would kill me if she ever felt trapped."

Brandon sighed as he applied some sort of cream to his hands, "Let her choose, if she doesn't want to do it she won't. Period. She tends to be a hard ass on that one. If she wants to, let her. You have to," He chuckled lightly as he began working the cream in my hair, "You have it so bad you don't even know it."

I didn't answer him because I knew how bad I had it. Fuck I had been feeling this way for some time now. It was just recently that I was able to put a name to it.

"Unless you don't want her like she wants you. In that case, I would let her know that soon, before… well, before she gets her little heart set on it." I had a feeling that it was already to late to spare either of us from heartache.

"No, I want her to make her own choice. And a very big part of me hopes she's willing to do this in the long run. But a smaller part just wants her to run away so I can't hurt her. I'm not saying I will hurt her. I swear to God I will do everything in my power not to ever fucking her again… but I tend to fuck everything up regardless."

He gave me an exasperated look, "Whoa! You are worse than them emo kids! Could you be anymore pessimistic? If you want her to make her own choice, than try to get to know her. As cliché as it sounds, follow you're heart."

"Jesus Christ, just because a man had long black hair for five years doesn't make him emo," I joked rolling my eyes. "I'm sorry I just tend to over analyze things."

His snorting laughter didn't surprise me in the slightest. "I can tell."

I groaned as the reality of everything hit me. Not only was I in love with a girl I hardly knew, I was getting closer to possibly being the actual father I dreamt of being, DNA tests be damned. "I can't believe I let Bella do this to me."

Way to pay attention there Sparky!

"Your hair looks really good so far," Brandon informed me in a way that I was sure was supposed to sound reassuring. He placed another cap on my head, telling me with his hands that I had to wear this one at least ten more minutes. Thank God because I think my ass is numb from sitting here.

"I think Miss Ali will really like it," he grinned at me with that sparkle in his eye returning, leading me to smirk. "Don't even act like that doesn't make you happy!" Ah, he was familiar with the game of bullshit too.

Brandon walked across the salon to a very tall blond man. I'm guessing by the look of adoration they had from each other as they spoke, the man was his Matt. His love.

My eyes wandered over to where Alice was sitting with Rose and Bella. I noticed new bags with them and wondered briefly when they had snuck out. I smiled as I watched the two girls in my family talk and laugh with Alice as if she had grown up with them this whole time.

By this time Brandon had come back over and began to remove the cap from my head. "Hmmm,"

"Did anyone ever tell ya that when the hairstylist looks at you question as they make a humming noise, it's a tad unnerving, especially when said client in already on edge." I teased.

"Honestly honey, I don't think you wanna know what I was thinking," He answered laughing a little.

"Try me"

I bit back a laugh as I watched this guy, who was clearly the same size as Emmett, blush like a school girl.

"I was just thinking about my lil Alice as a mommy, with a beautiful baby that looks just like her." He smiled to himself as he rinsed the cream out of my hair. Well he wasn't the only one thinking of her being a mother. Granted, I was picturing her being a mother to our kids.

"I'm sorry, I've just known her so long she's almost family. I love her immensely," I just smiled up at him. I can understand that. "You made me think it! Damn you. I think I'm gonna cry from the thought." Wow, that was the first gay thing he'd said.

And that was a really asshole thought, dick head.

I laughed, mainly at myself for being such an ass. "I'll remind her to invite you to the wedding, then you'll really be in tears." As soon as the words left my mouth I saw her dancing around in a beautiful white dress as the waves broke the surf, lapping at her feet.

What the fuck?! Marriage where did that come from?!

"I mean, when she gets married," I tried to correct myself. Brandon smirked at me as he picked up the blow dryer.

"Yeah, I know what you meant. What you really meant. And I better be invited," he poked me in the shoulder. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks and I prayed I didn't look like Bella normally does.

"This doesn't leave us, okay?" I asked timidly.

"Mums the word," he said as he started to dry and style my hair. At this point I really wished I could see the fucking mirror. "I only told you the thing about Alice, 'cause I figured you could use a little help getting your head out of your ass."

"Well, you wouldn't be the first person to tell me to tell me something to get me to do that."

"Ah, Miss Ali is good at that."

"Did she tell you how she managed to get me to 'grow up'?" I asked making sure to use the finger quotes.

"No, but I can imagine it was good. Give me the deets, Jasper!" I chuckled a little as his voice got a little higher, making his excitement in the possible gossip evident in his voice.

"Well, I assume that after she saw you, she went shopping and gave me some things for Jordy, Jordan, my daughter. Then Alice effectively told me to get her away from her mother because that was what was best for all involved."

"She does have her moments of complete maturity."

"Yep and I'm glad one of us does," I joke.

"Yes, well try and remember she is still somewhat naïve. Try not to let anyone take advantage of her," I could hear the protectiveness in his voice.

"I'll try my best," I promised as he spun the chair around so that I was now facing the mirror. The face of someone I hadn't seen since I moved from Texas was staring back at me.

"Ta da! I am a miracle worker!" Brandon exclaimed, getting the attention of the girls.

"There's my big brother!" Rose squealed as she came closer, giving me a hug. I wanted to say something but my eyes were locked on to Alice, who was currently standing next to Bella with her mouth hung open in horror? Shock? Disgust?

Damn it woman say something!

"Brandon, you are heaven sent!" Bella praised as Rose moved next to her. Alice was still standing there. Finally she snapped out of it, giving Brandon a hug and saying something to him. Once she was free of his embrace she came over to me. I saw Brandon bow out of the corner of my eye, but Alice had my attention. She was standing there in front of me, chewing on her lip as she smiled.

I wracked my brain trying to remember what that meant, but was interrupted by Rose instructing Alice to sit in my lap. Alice did as she was told, her arms wrapping around my neck as her fingers gently weaved into my hair. I wrapped my arms around her waist, watching her face as her eyes darted around, taking in the drastic change I had just been through.

"Holy shit Jasper, you look really, really hot," she finally said, a small smile coming to her lips. I vaguely heard a click of a camera phone go off as I looked at Alice.

"You really think so?"

"I don't think I'll be able to look away. Holy crap," she said, awe still coloring her voice.

"Alice, Jazzy, do you want a copy of this picture?" I heard my sister ask us. I was still too in shock that Alice liked me with the short blond hair. Shit in some ways, what she was seeing was the original Jasper.

Alice nodded her response to Rose.

"Oh momma's gonna love this! She's been dying to know what Alice looks like." Ugh leave it to my big mouthed sister.

Alice snapped her head in Rose's direction. "Your mom knows about me?"

Bella nodded, "She first knew that you were Ed's sister, but then Rose and I started talking about you more in relation to how you've starting bringing Jasper back and now she's in love with you."

Rose giggled, "I believe momma said, 'any girl that can bring my baby boy back is an angel'." Rose quoted. I have to admit that definitely sounded like my momma.

Alice blushed, "I haven't done anything. I mean Brandon did the hair." I tightened my hold around her middle, totally forgetting the fact that Brandon was still there. He leaned over and kissed Alice on the cheek, then gave my shoulder a little squeeze as he left to help another customer.

"Trust me, you've done a lot." Rose emphasized.

The blush on Alice's cheeks got brighter, as she thanked Rose for the complement. She leaned into me more, her head in the crook of my neck. "I'm hungry" she said softly.

"Food! Yes that's right we should eat!" I said finally snapping out of my stupor. I moved one of my arms under her legs as I stood up, carrying her as if she hand an injured ankle. She giggled some, but didn't fight it. "What would you like ma'lady?"

Alice giggled at my attempt of being a knight, "Applebee's?" she suggested.

"Oh good! I have to call Ed. He can meet us there and then we can go to the house after words." Bella informed us as she started to dial him.

Alice looked at me, her beautiful face lit up with that fucking smile that makes her eyes dance. I just smiled at her as I carried her out of the salon.

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Once we got to the restaurant, I decided that I needed a smoke. I tried to talk Alice out of staying outside with me, but she seemed determined not to leave my side. Not that I was complaining.

I had just stubbed out my cigarette when I noticed Alice shivering.

"Christ woman, we live in Seattle, you should have known better then to wear shorts," I joked as I pulled her close to me, wrapping my arms around her and holding her close. She stopped shivering and slid her arms around my waist. Bella made a comment about how cute we looked just as I saw Ed walk up. I told myself I would be nice, for the sake of not only Alice, but Bella as well. But as soon as his eye locked on to mine, I saw the anger flash in them before he looked over at Bella.

Why the fuck did he hate me so much?

"Edward," I said politely, nodding my head at him in a greeting. Alice looked up at me, the shock clear in her eyes, mirroring the same expression Bella was giving me.

"Hello Jasper. How are you this evening?" To anyone else this seemed like a polite enough greeting, but I saw his hands ball up into fists. He looked over at Alice and smiled. "Hey baby sister, is he keeping you warm?" Alice just nodded her head at him. He returned his attention to Bella, giving her a kiss, just as Rose came out side, Emmett in tow.

"Why is it, when the six of us go some where we always need to fucking wait?" she growled.

"Babe, it's not that long of a wait. Just ten minutes," Emmett tried to reason with her.

I started swaying back and forth with Alice, a silly song popping in my head, causing me to hum it, giving me an odd sense of déjà vu, at how familiar and right it felt.

As I got to the chorus of the song, I could hear Alice singing in a soft voice into my chest.

"Ya get your hour back, ya get your dog back

Ya get your best friend Jack back

Ya get your truck back, ya get your hair back

Ya get your first and second wives back"

I laughed and looked down at her, "You know this song?"

She blushed a little, "Only a little bit," she bit her lip. "I've only heard it like 2 times since, well, since it was sung to me"

"Aww, you mean I'm not the first to sing it to you?" I teased.

We were standing under the willow tree and she was still shaking, granted not as bad as she was when the hail started hitting.

"Are you sure that's a real song?" She asked me. I feigned being hurt by her accusation

"Why would I lie to a pretty little thing like you about a song as awesome as this?" I teased.

"Well I've never heard it before."

"Well then, I feel privileged to be the one that introduces it to you." I smiled smugly at her. "I was the first to sing it to you, and now when ever you hear it, you'll always think of me."

She smiled back at me, her green eyes dancing from excitement. She opened her mouth to say something but was cut short by someone yelling "Mary!"

"Jasper?!" Alice waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my memory. "Where did you go?" She asked, a smile playing on her face.

"Sorry, random flash back. Must be all the weed I did in high school," I joked as I shrugged my shoulders. She just laughed and shook her head as she pulled me into the restaurant.

"That explains a lot," she joked.

Dinner was going relatively smooth, meaning Ed was ignoring me, and likewise. It wasn't until I head the familiar music to the Martina McBride song, When God Fearing Women Get the Blues, did I fear for my life.

"Oooo!" Rose and Bella both exclaimed at the same time, knowing full and well who was calling me. I groaned and rested my head on the back of the booth.

"Do you think if I don't answer it, she'll just leave a voice mail and leave me alone until I call her back?" I asked to no one in particular because I already knew the answer. I felt Alice place her hand on my thigh, causing me to look over at her, her face full of concern.

"Who is it?" She asked.

"My momma," I groaned as the music started back up again, that makes it call attempt number two.

"Well if she's anything like our mom," Alice said gesturing between herself and Ed, "you're better answering that now." Her look of sympathy clear on her face.

"She's got a point Jasper. You know if you don't answer by," Bella stopped talking just as the song picked up again causing her to smile wider. "If you don't pick up by the next call, she's gonna call me. And you know I love Aunt Sammie more then you," she stuck her tongue out me, causing the table to laugh as I hit the talk button.

"Hey momma," I greeted her.

"Well, good Lord in Heaven! My son is alive," she teased.

"Well momma, you and I both know that if I were dead, Rosie would have called to arrange the celebration that I was finally out of her hair," I joked, ducking as a french fry went flying in my direction.

My mom laughed, the sound of it making me smile. "Well Jazzy honey, I don't think Alice would be to happy it you were gone." I looked over at Alice who tilted her head to the side and smiled at me. "Granted if you were dead and we had to burry you here at home, I might actually get to meet this mysterious young lady."

"Momma."

"Don't you 'momma' me, Jasper Thomas. I talk to you at least two times a week, but that all changed about two months ago. And before you start saying it's not Alice's fault. You're right, it's not her fault. It never was. It's yours." I picked up a fry from my plate and took a bite, knowing I wasn't gonna be able to get a word in.

"So, care to explain who this pretty little girl is in you lap, and why you hair is blond? And does Alice know you're playing Santa at the salon?"

"That was Alice momma. That's just sick. I can't believe you're still bringing that up." My mom laughed heartily.

"Oh Jazzy, that was the funniest thing that year."

"Momma, I was ten, I didn't know any better."

"Bullshit, you knew full and well, telling the ladies you were Santa's helper so they should sit in your lap, was inappropriate."

"If I remember correctly my mother didn't make a chance to reprimand me nor correct me." I smiled knowing the answer to this.

"Of course not, I was to busy saying you weren't mine. Fat load of good that did me, damn kid. You've got my eyes and hair."

"And smile," I reminded her.

"I love you baby boy," she said sadly. "So do I get to meet this Alice woman, or are you afraid she'll learn the truth to your backwaters roots?" she teased.

"No, you'll meet her, momma." I said honestly, looking at Alice. "She's definitely the kind of girl you bring home to momma." I winked at Alice causing her to blush. Rose called her name to get her attention and of course my mother heard it.

"Wait, she's there? Jasper Thomas get her on the phone."

"Momma I don't think-" I started, but she cut me off.

"That's the problem you don't think, now get her on the phone. I want to talk to her." I sighed, reluctantly handing the phone to Alice. She looked at me, her eyes wide and puzzled.

"My mom would like to talk to you," I whispered in her ear, kissing her temple before sitting back up. She gave me a nervous look as she put the phone to her ear.

"Hello?" I wanted to laugh at the way Alice looked like she was talking to her executioner. I looked over at Rose and smirked. She was thinking the same thing I was. Momma's bark was worse then her bite.

"Yes ma'am," Alice said politely. I could picture my mom making some crack about how that makes her old.

"Uh yes… uh Sam-momma," I smiled at Alice. That was a good step in the right direction. Momma never tells our friends to call her that. It's always Sammie.

Alice chuckled at something my mom had said, "Lots and lots of patience," she answered as she slapped my thigh.

"Owe!" I whined as I rubbed were she slapped me. She smirked and kissed my cheek. Chuckling and laughing at the appropriate times. I hope my mom wasn't embarrassing me too much.

"Yes he is," Alice said, smiling at me, "He keeps me warm and everything." I smiled back at her. I watched her as she continued to chat with my mom, happy to see that they seemed to enjoy talking to each other. I would have to take Alice home soon.

Her smile faltered some, causing me to wrap my arm around her protectively.

"Yes, did she like them?" She asked. I wondered if they were talking about Jordan for a moment. "No one seemed to know her size, so I did the best I could. I don't have any nieces," I watched as she and Ed had a glaring contest. "Or any younger cousins or anything, so I hope I did okay." I think she did excellent. She managed to pick out shit that even I knew Jordan would love.

I noticed Alice's voice change slightly as she talked on the phone. I didn't catch much but I heard 'daughter'. When I did, I wanted to put the phone on speaker so I could hear my princess's voice. But I wanted Alice to have a chance to get to know her too. This seemed like a perfect time.

I watched in awe as the woman I loved, listened to my five year old talk her head off about God knows what. The whole time a smile on her face that seemed to just get bigger and bigger as the conversation went on.

"Yes, boys are very icky," Alice agreed. I raised an eyebrow at her. She didn't think I was so icky at the Armani store. As Alice continued to talk to my daughter I decided to finish some of my food. I looked around the table and saw everyone wrapped in their own little world.

Rose and Emmett were watching the basketball games that the restaurant had playing on the TV, periodically taking turns to call a ref an idiot or the opposing team cheaters.

"Yeah, I like horses," I heard Alice respond. I looked over at Alice whose shoulders were shaking as she bit her lip and gripped on tight to my thigh. I knew what she was thinking. I shook my head at her while smirking. Alice is a very naughty girl.

I looked over at Bella and Edward. She was sitting side ways in the booth, staring at him as they talked.

Every once in a while I would see him kiss her hand, or touch her face. I wrinkled my nose at them when he kissed her on the tip of his nose. They were completely different, but somehow, just sitting here watching them; I could see the similarities in them. They were in love and that's where the similarities ended.

"I'm sorry angel," I heard Alice say sadly. I snapped my head in her direction wondering what was wrong. Suddenly her eyes went wide and her jaw went slack.

"What?" I mouthed to her. She shook her head at me and rested her hand on my arm. Suddenly she pushed the phone in my direction. I took it from her.

"Are you okay?" I asked her before turning my attention to the phone. She nodded, giving me a weak smile.

"I will be," I kissed her cheek as she tightened her grip on my thigh.

"Princess?" I asked into the phone, and I was instantly greeted by the sound of Jordy's giggle.

"Daddy!" she squealed. I smiled, thanking God she called me that. It killed me every time Maria made her call me Jasper. "Daddy, I like Alice! She's nice and she likes pink and horses too!"

"I like her too baby girl," I looked over at Alice who was talking with Bella now.

"I think I hurt her feelings daddy," Jordan said sadly.

"Why's that princess?"

"I said that it was okay if she loved you and that I wish she was my mommy. Nana said I scared her." That explains the look Alice had.

"I don't think you scared her baby girl," I tried to reassure her.

"Daddy, do you love her? Is she gonna be a mommy? Can I call her mommy? Oh daddy Twilight bit mommy yesterday!" She fired the questions so fast at me, I couldn't catch up. I could hear my mom laughing in the background.

"Jordy, baby girl, you've got to slow down. Daddy can't answer all the questions at once," I laughed.

"Sorry daddy," she laughed, "do you love Alice like she loves you?" Damn, even my daughter thought Alice was in love with me. I looked over at Alice again, my hand slid under hers, her fingers intertwining with mine, she laughed at Emmett and Ed's arm wrestling match.

"I do, baby girl," Jordan squealed again before telling my momma what I said.

"Can I meet her daddy?"

"I hope so."

"Do you think she likes me daddy?" she asked timidly. I felt Alice squeeze my hand, making me look at her. She was smiling up at me.

"I know she does, princess."

Jordy sighed, "I miss you daddy. I don't know why mommy never lets me see you." Her voice sounded as if she were on the verge of tears. I felt my jaw clench as I called Maria every swear word I knew in two languages in my head.

"I don't know why either baby girl, but I promise you, I will find a way for us to be together okay?" I heard Jordy sniffle, my heart ached to hold her and tell her that everything will be okay, "I love you Jordan. Don't forget that you're my princess, and I'll always be there for you, okay?"

"I love you too daddy. Nana says its time for me to go to bed. Oh daddy! I can play another song on the guitar now! And it makes nana laugh cause I fixed the lyrics," I smiled at the way my five year olds brain worked.

"What song is that Jordy?" Alice put her head on my shoulder, still holding my hand, her thumb traced circles along my skin.

"Mary had a little lamb, but I sing it as Nana had a little lamb. Cause she does daddy, she's so cute I named her Lilly and Nana has to give her a bottle when its time to feed her."

"That's very creative baby girl. Do you help Nana take care of little Lilly?"

"Yep!" She chirped. I was glad to see that she was happy again. I heard my mom tell her it was time to go.

"Sweet dreams, princess. I love you"

"Love you too, daddy! Don't let the bed bugs bite! And you better protect Alice from them bugs too!" She said before hanging up. I laughed as I turned to phone off, kissing the top of Alice's head.

She looked up at me and smiled, "Your daughter is adorable, very tenacious," she chuckled.

"Thank you and I have no idea where she get's that from," I joked.

"She thinks she scared you," I told her softly.

"Did she tell you what she told me?" I nodded.

"Yeah, that she wants you to be her mommy. She likes you, you know."

"I like her too," she sighed, "I just had no idea what to say to something like that, thank you just doesn't seem like the appropriate response." She shrugged.

"I know baby, its okay. Jordy's a dreamer like my momma and Bella over there. It's the innocence of a five year old. She knows things take time, but she's impatient more times then not." I chuckled.

She snuggled closer to me. "Yeah. At least she's not with, well at least she's staying with your Momma now, she can stay innocent for a bit longer." I nodded.

"So," Rose started, "I think we're gonna need some alcohol tonight, so I want the boys to go, while us girls get ready." There was something about the way her eyes lit up that told me she was up to something.

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Emmett was going through Rose's list making sure we had everything while Ed and I stood there watching.

I could feel him glaring at me from time to time, and it was starting to piss me off.

I looked at him cocking an eyebrow, "Is there something you want to say?"

"Just remember, I know who you are," he said, his eyes narrowing some at me.

What kind of cryptic bullshit is that? I wanted to scream at him.

"Of course you do. I'm Jasper Whitlock, born and raised in Texas. That much you could probably find out if you googled me. You also know that I'm dating your sister." I smirked watching his calm façade crack slightly.

"Just like I know you're Edward Cullen, the eldest of the Cullen kids. Granted I don't know where you were born, but I know you were raised in Forks, and you just happen to pop back into my cousin's life, fucking promising her unicorns and rainbows and shit." Yeah, that was an asshole thing to say, but fuck him. He wants to play fucking cryptic mind games then I can be a dick.

He shifted his body to face me, "No jackass, I really fucking know you. I knew you when you were fucking fourteen and then when your ass came back into my hometown when you were running away from your piss ant life in Texas."

"You didn't know me at fourteen, dick head. You knew of me. The whole fucking town of Forks knew of me because of my uncle! Don't fucking judge me when you have no idea why I was back in Forks. I was there for a fucking day, helping Bella sell the only goddamned memory she had of her life with her father. Maybe if you were a better friend then a fucking stalker, you would know that fucking little detail wouldn't you?" I stepped closer to him, daring him to hit me. I felt a big hand on my shoulder, pulling me back slightly.

"Are you two done being bitches?" Emmett asked.

"You fucking treat my sister right this time and keep her out of the cold because I swear on my grandfather's grave that if she gets pneumonia again I will beat your head in." He turned his attention of Emmet. "Yeah I'm done," he said before leaving.

Emmett turned to me, "Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with you two? You guys went from laughing, to trying to fight in less then a twenty-four hour period. And today he seems ready to kill you."

I shrugged Em's hand off of me, "Honestly Em, I have no idea what his fucking problem is." When did I ever let her catch pneumonia? Fucking crazy asshole.

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Once we got back to the house I was on fucking edge. I wanted nothing more then to break pretty boys face at this point. Where the fuck did he get off saying that I needed to treat his sister right this time? And what the fuck was the accusation of giving her pneumonia about? We had only been caught up in the cold rain once, and she's perfectly healthy right now.

I was sitting out front of the house, smoking like a fucking chimney. I couldn't bring myself to go inside. I would have to hit the fucker and definitely pissed off Alice.

Speaking of Alice, I was surprised she hadn't come out yet. Bella came out, her hair curly as fuck and make up on her face confirming my suspensions that Rose had a plan, to give me my Jack and Pepsi.

"I'm sorry," she said simply as she walked back into the house. Now she was starting the cryptic bullshit too?! Fuck!

Just then Alice walked out, wearing a long black trench coat that came to her ankles making my eyes linger on her black stiletto "fuck me pumps". I say fuck me, because I want her to fuck me while wearing them.

"Hey, its cold out here, don't cha want to come inside?" She asked pulling my thoughts away from all the different ways I could fuck her right now. I cleared my throat while standing up straighter.

"I'm just gonna finish this smoke then I'll come inside," I smiled at her. She walked over to me and took my glass. She sniffed it and I chuckled at the way her nose wrinkled. "It's whiskey baby," I warned her.

"I would take a drink but I would end up crying later," she laughed, setting the drink on the porch railing next to me. I grabbed her coat, pulling her closer to me.

"Well, yes you'll be crying later, but it won't be from the whiskey darlin'," I whispered huskily in her ear, nibbling on the lobe some. She groaned, but pushed herself away from me, smirking at my frustrated face.

"Come in soon 'kay?" She asked as she opened the door.

"Of course baby," I promised.

Staying true to my word, as soon as stubbed out my smoke, I went inside. Bella came running over to me.

"Are you drunk?"

I scoffed at her. "No, why?"

She sighed, "Just pay attention to Alice no matter what. I have Ed's word that he will ignore you and Alice if you do the same for us." Her eyes were pleading with me to agree.

"I don't know what the fuck you three have cooked up, but alright." She smiled and ran towards one of the spare rooms on the first floor. I walked into the living room where Ed and Emmett were on the couch playing Gears of War. I shook my head and sat in the recliner, wondering what the girls where up too.

I didn't have to wait long, as Rose, whom like Bella and Alice, was wearing a long trench coat, make up and her hair insanely over done; came out switching the TV off and putting a CD in. She tossed me the remote to the stereo.

"Track three when I tell you," she informed me then ran back to the room she came from. Ed and Em looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. I had no clue what was going on either.

I could hear the girls giggling from behind the door, and what sounded like Bella saying 'ouch'.

This should be interesting. The three girls started to walk out, still wearing the trench coats. They stood in front of the TV, Rose and Bella hiding Alice from view. I watched as they all reached up to the one button that seemed to be holding their coats closed.

"Hit it Jazz," Rose instructed not taking her eyes off of Emmett. I almost felt jealous of the fact that those two idiots got to see their girls, while mine was hiding.

I hit the play button and had to hold back a laugh as Missy Elliot started her opening lines to Lady Marmalade.

Just then Alice shifted some, standing in my line of sight as she tossed her coat at me.

Fuck me sideways.

As if the black 'fuck me' pumps weren't enough to send me over the edge, I took in her full outfit. It was a black burlesque costume, complete with garter belt, silk thigh highs and a fucking little top hat.

The music started up and I watched Alice as she moved with the rest of the girls, beginning their little show for us.

Rose: Where's all mah soul sistas Lemme hear ya'll flow sistas

I kept myself from laughing at the fact that Rose was doing the rapper part. All for Emmett, I bet. What didn't surprise me though, was her outfit. When it was put together with her hair, it was obvious she was going for the look Christina Aguliera had in the music video

Bella: Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, flow sista Hey sista, go sista, soul sista, go sista

When Bella started her part, I chanced a look at Edward, who was on the edge of the couch, looking like he was about to pounce on his prey. I had a feeling he wasn't used to seeing her wear anything similar to the dark blue costume that she was wearing, much less the four inch heels she was dancing around in.

Bella: He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge Struttin' her stuff on the street

Bella gave a little wiggle right in Ed's face before walking back to the girls.

She said, 'Hello, hey Jo, you wanna give it a go?' Oh! uh huh

All three girls lined up shoulder to shoulder as the began to sing the chorus:

Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya dada (Hey hey hey) Giuchie, Giuchie, ya ya here (here) Mocha Chocalata ya ya (oh yea) Creole lady Marmalade

Rose: What What, What what

Bella: ooh oh

They all dropped down, running their hands from their thighs to their knees as the pushed their legs apart then bounced back up.

Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir Voulez vous coucher avec moi

At that point, I don't think Ed could control it any longer, he jumped off the couch, grabbed Bella and threw her over his shoulder as he ran to her room. Emmett was laughing, but my eyes were still transfixed on Alice.

Like the true professionals those two were, they kept going.

Rose: yea yea yea yea

Rose: He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up Boy drank all that Magnolia wine All her black satin sheets, suede's, dark greens yeah

Rose and Alice started doing the dance from the first round of the chorus. The more I watched Alice's little hands run over her body, the more I wanted to just fuck her right then. But it was apparent she wanted to play.

Thank God one month starts tomorrow.

Rose started to do the rap now and as soon as she bent over towards Emmett and touch herself, I knew it would be best to watch Alice for the remainder of this cock tease of a show.

As the music started to build up, Alice began to strut over to me in the chair. It became apparent that they gave her Christina's part. And fucking A, was I thankful for that.

Alice:

"hey Hey Hey! "

She placed her foot on the chair right in front of my crotch as she sang:

"Touch of her skin feeling silky smooth "

Her hand glided up from her ankle to her thigh.

"color of cafe au lait alright"

She brought her foot down, placed her hands on my knees and slowly dragged herself up my body as she sang:

"Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried, More-more-more"

Fuck yea the beast is going to roar! I grabbed her waist pulling her on to me. My hand grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her face down to kiss me. She matched the intensity of my kiss, her hands immediately seeking refuge in my hair as she tugged on it.

She started to grind herself into my dick, making me hiss and break the kiss.

"You, Alice," I growled at her as I placed my hands on her ass, squeezing it roughly, "are in so much fucking trouble." She bit her lip and shuddered at my words.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, two hour before midnight. That means I have two hours to make her mine. Two hours to make her cum over and over again. Two hours to make her remember me for the month of fucking torture were both about to endure.

I looked at her as she stared at me, her eyes a dark smoldering green almost black, the lust evident in them.

"Get up to my room now, loose the hat and panties," I demanded. She bit her lip again as she smiled, slowly sliding of my lap. I groaned as she ran her hands along my dick.

I watched her as she slowly walked her way out of the living room to the stairs. Only now did I notice that Emmett and Rose were no longer in the room.

"Oh lover boy," I heard Alice call out from the stairs. I jumped up to my feet and practically ran to her.

Once I caught up to her, she had just reached the upper landing of the stairs. I grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face me. She smiled up at me as she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling herself closer to me.

"You coming?" she purred. I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I shoved her against the wall near my door.

"Not yet sweetheart, but trust me you will be," I answered her as I nipped at her neck. She moaned, arching her back and pushing her breasts into me more. "Over and fucking over," I promised. She moaned in response. I started to kiss the swells of her breast as I ground my erection into her center.

"But first," I said pulling myself from her slightly, unlocking her ankles from behind me. "I believe I told you to do something." I cocked an eyebrow at her, letting her go so she was able to stand on her own. She smiled, but didn't say a word as she walked into my room.

I followed behind her, stripping down to my boxers as I watched her remove her panties. She slid them off her hips and down her legs, slowly unclasping each garter before removing her panties completely.

"Re-clasp the garters Alice," she looked up at me. The shock was evident in her eyes, but quickly it disappeared as she threw the black satin panties at me. I caught them deftly with my left hand, my eyes watching her hands as she clasped her stockings back into place. Her hands touched her legs, purposely teasing me. She knew how much I want to fucking touch her.

My grip on her panties tightened when I watched her hands trail up her inner thigh.

"Tell me Alice, are you as wet as your panties are?" I asked her as I started to approach her. I saw her ears start to turn pink as she began to remove her hands from in between her legs.

"Tsk, tsk. Alice, I asked you a question. I expect an answer. Are you as wet as your panties darlin'?" She shook her head.

"You're not?" I raised an eyebrow at her, pushing her legs apart with one hand, as my other one rested on top of hers. My finger slid in between her wet, warm folds with ease. "Well, well darlin'. Aren't we nice and wet?" I smirked at her as I ran my finger over her clit. She moaned leaning back on to the bed, her hands running up her body.

"You were right," I said removing my hand from her, "you're not as wet as your panties. You're much wetter." She made a mewling noise as I stood back from her.

"Stand up and turn around," I commanded her. Her eyes fluttered close for a minute, before snapping back to my face. I smiled at her, letting her know I wasn't trying to be an ass. She smiled back at me.

I slipped out of my boxers as she stood up and turned her back to me. I traced my fingers along her shoulders, watching as a trail of goose flesh followed. I wondered slightly if she had any idea how fucking crazy she drove me at times. How hard it was for me, both literally and metaphorically, not to bend her over the edge of the couch and pound into her while we were in the living room.

I trailed hot wet kisses along the back of her neck and shoulders, causing her knees to go weak.

"You know what's going to happen tonight Alice?" I asked her, as I cupped her breast through the corset. She shook her head, leaning back into me.

"Well," I started, as I pushed her forward some, untying the back of the corset. "Since I have less then two hours to do with you what I wish. I've decided that I'm going to fuck you with my cock. You will have an undetermined amount of orgasms with that." I finally got the corset free, tossing it to the side, as my fingers slid around from her sides to her breasts. Cupping them, and teasing the nipples with my thumbs.

"Do you want me to fuck you Alice?" I asked, taking her earlobe into my mouth and sucking on it. She moaned in response her hand reaching behind her to reach my hair.

"Do you want me to fuck you hard, Alice?" I asked again, as my right hand slid down her stomach. I looked up at her as she bit her lip.

Oh, you think you're gonna be quiet?

"Answer me darling,'" I growled at her as my hand reached her pussy. "Fuck you're soaked baby."

Alice grabbed my hair, forcing my head closer to her mouth, "Yes Jasper, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me so hard I can't walk." she growled out, proving her statement as she bit on my ear.

Fuck yeah, it's on now.

I spread her legs apart, "Bend over," I told her. She did one better, getting on all four on the edge of the bed. She looked back at from over her shoulder and fucking winked at me.

I gripped her hips, as I positioned myself at her entrance.

"Remember Alice, this is the last time you get my cock for a month." I teased as I slid into her. We both groaned as my cock filled her up. I began thrusting into her fast as she rocked back into me with the same intensity.

"Fuck, Alice, you're so tight," I panted as I pounded into her harder then before. She screamed out as I felt her walls tighten around me.

"That's right baby," I groaned as I felt her cream around me. "I love when you cum for me."

She called out my name as I continued to fuck her, pumping in and out of her faster.

I felt myself getting closer to my release after Alice's last orgasm. I wanted to hear her yell out my name again. I needed to hear it from her. I leaned down over her, kissing her neck as we continued to fuck.

"I want to hear you scream my name, Alice" I informed her. As I pulled myself up, I felt the urge to run my fingers through her black locks. Doing so, I fisted my hand in it, tugging on it hard enough that she sat up on her knees, moaning louder as I shoved my cock in deeper.

"You like it when I pull your hair Alice?" I asked, tugging on it again.

"Yes" she moaned. I could feel her body trembling as she got close to the edge.

I pulled out enough that only the head of my dick was in her, then ramming back into her hard. "Fuck, you feel so good Alice." I groaned.

She came hard at this point, screaming my name the loudest I'd ever heard her scream, pushing me over the edge with her. I wrapped my arms around her waist holding her to me as we both calmed down.

Her breathing returned to normal before mine did, but slowly I let go of her as I pulled out. "Well I'm beat," I joked as she removed her garter and stockings. I pulled my boxers on and went to the closet to pull out a shirt for Alice. I smiled as I looked at my old baseball jersey, grabbing that and an old Vader shirt.

"You have a choice baby," I told her. I held the Vader shirt up for her "Vader or," I held the jersey up "long horn baseball"

"I'll go to the dark side," she smirked. I laughed and tossed the shirt to her.

"Well good, 'cause we have cookies," I tossed the jersey on the bed as I headed to my door, making sure it was locked. When I walked back over to the bed Alice had changed from the Vader shirt to the jersey. I cocked an eyebrow at her, asking her with my eyes why the change.

She looked down at the buttons of the jersey. "I wanted to be a Whitlock," she said shyly.

I climbed up on to the bed in front of her. Kissing her gently, "Well good 'cause there is no way in hell I'm gonna be Jasper Cullen."

"Well good, because that would mean you're marrying Double D," she teased. I scrunched my nose at her as I plopped on the best next to her.

"Well now, did you just try to pull a gay joke on me?" I teased tickling her sides. She giggled, as she shook

her head.

I couldn't help but smile at the beautiful woman next time. In moments like this, I was glad to be in love.