(Alice's P.O.V.) Moron

I touched his face, feeling the smoothness, the utter perfection of his features, of his tanned skin. Gently I ran my hand over the scar on his shoulder. It was a scar from when he had been in the army. He didn't like to talk about it and neither did I. His blue eyes framed by a thick fringe of dark lashes fluttered open. "Don't go." He murmured quietly.

I was visiting his dorm room as I often did when I could see him. I needed to see him today, especially after talking to Edward and seeing how lucky I was to have Jasper. I don't know what I would do if I couldn't have him. Die probably.

I would gladly go without shopping for the rest of my life if it meant I could keep Jasper. I could be happy with just him. The more I thought about this afternoon the more it made sense what Edward was doing. It was moronic and stupid and just plain wrong. But it is nothing compared to what I would do to be with Jasper.

If Jasper was only my friend, if Jasper didn't see me or want me as anything more then a friend, I would do anything and everything in my power to get his attention. Because I knew, somewhere in my heart, I knew that when Jasper found his special someone, I wouldn't interrupt. I loved him too much to take away his happiness. But then I would be alone. So yes, what Edward was doing was stupid and I wanted to hit him repeatedly for what he was about to do, but I could understand it. Grudgingly, immorally, dissolutely, but still I could understand it.

"I'm sorry." I smiled back at him. "I'll see you this weekend though." My voice though meant as a command—there was no room for compromise—still came out soft. We had some…special plans on the weekend. I would have to tell Bella about them eventually. I hope she wouldn't mind sleeping on the couch while we were in the bedroom. We wouldn't be too loud and the walls were thick anyways.

"Have you told Bella about this weekend?" Jasper asked, on exactly the same page as me.

I grinned at his uncanny way of being inside me. Not just my head but my body too (not in that way, but he was amazing at that too). He knew what I was feeling when I sometimes couldn't even put a name to it, let alone a face. He especially picked up on how I felt about Bella.

I could see her so clearly, she was absolutely beautiful. On the inside especially. She deserved her own Jasper, or her own Emmett. She deserved Edward.

I made a face, and then looked up from under my own thick eye lashes. Blue onto blue. Two flowing rivers entwined into one. Not one person could separate us, make us individual again, no more then they could undo time. It was there, and if you didn't like it…tough.

Jasper's breath caught at my look. Even after all the time in the army I could undo his unshakeable composure.

"Getting on it." I breathed. I held back a smug grin. I could get away with murder around Jasper, I just needed to learn how to look at him, how to talk, when to cross my legs and so and so forth. Of course he had the same advantages over me so I didn't use his weakness against him too often.

I let my fingers walk up his arm, across his bare chest—his shirt was still on the floor beside the couch—and then slowly, so slowly I dragged my fingers down his chest. Jasper swallowed thickly.

"Take your time." he said in a voice an octave too high.

I couldn't stop my smile this time. I leaned in closer, letting my lips brush across the scar on his shoulder, a silent promise that I accepted him fully—past and all—and then trailed my lips up his throat, along his jaw. I paused to take his earlobe into my mouth, nibbling it teasingly.

He groaned beside me. I pulled away for a second to look into his eyes again, watching as I always did the vision that replays in my mind each time I am with my Jasper. Like a movie it played behind my lids. Me, walking down the aisle—dressed in white—towards him, his father beside him and the minister behind them both. I didn't even care about what I was wearing; I could be wearing one Gucci shoe and one Parada shoe. It wouldn't matter, only what was waiting for me would matter.

Then I kissed him.

It was just a short kiss, much to my dismay. He and I both knew I had to go, we both had school tomorrow.

I smiled as I pulled away. "Well if you really don't want me to leave we could run away and elope."

Jasper laughed, kissed the end of my nose and then got up. "I wish." He muttered putting his shirt back on. My heart hammered in my chest.

He ran his hands through my short hair. I knew he liked how soft it was but our hair was the same length. If that ever bothered him, he never showed it. Quiet the opposite actually.

I started to feel the usual pressure in my stomach, the need to march my blond hair angel, literally my other half, right back into his bedroom and start undressing him. I didn't have to leave right now; Bella was fine on her own for a few more hours.

Unless Edward was there. Stupid, moron, Jerk, taking away my time with Jasper.

Jasper's eyes were suddenly on the same level as mine. Quiet a feat since I was almost literally half his size. "Don't worry about them Ali."

He was doing it again. I was worried. All I know is that Edward was allergic to mushrooms. What if it was really bad? What if it scared Bella? What if she didn't know what to do?

Jasper gave up on the verbal approach on calming me down, instead tried to distract me.

"So what do you want to do on Saturday?"

I gasped, and started to bounce excitedly in place. "If Edward is feeling better I want to play football again. It was fun. And then I want to have a bit of alone time with you. Other then that, I'll do what you want to do."

Jasper touched his nose to mine. "I want to do whatever makes you happy."

I giggled, rubbing his nose with mine. "I'm happy when you're happy. But since my being happy is what makes you happy and you make me happy…" I sighed, "Well I guess you'll just never get to leave. You'll be my prisoner."

Jasper grinned and my stomach flipped. "Promise?"

I scrunched my nose a little, and then kissed his cheek.

"I'll see you Saturday!" I called as I skipped out the door and through the parking lot to my car.

I looked at the clouds, the sun throwing splashed of orange and pink through them. I looked away from the sunset to the opposite facing point in the sky. The sky was dark. I worried a little as I got into my little Toyota. Mom didn't want me to bring my Porsche incase something happened to it. This was a boarding school after all.

I ignored the elevator; stupid student council had probably turned it off by now. When I climbed the stairs, counting them in my head as I went in the dark. I really hoped someone fell down these stairs in the dark and got hurt, maybe then they would take the curfew off. Or they'd hide the body in the closet.

I dug into my bag when I reached my door, still not used to having the door unlocked from my roommate. The thought made me giddy again and I skipped through the open door joyously.

I nearly screamed when I found a dark hulking figure looming over Bella who was splayed out on the floor. I couldn't see his face in the dark but I could see Bella's in the light from the TV.

An adrenalin rush made my hands shake, the room was clearer and with one mighty war screech I threw myself at Bella's attacker. I pulled on his hair and bit his shoulder hard enough to draw blood.

Bella's attacker didn't even cry out.

One arm reached back, took hold of my arm, and then sent me sprawling into the couch. Luckily it was covered with blankets I assumed Bella had put out to wait for me to come home. I knocked my shin off the arm of the couch and I hissed in pain before preparing myself for another attack.

"What the hell is your problem?" The shrouded figure growled lowly, leaning in towards me with fists curled tightly in anger.

I squinted my eyes in the dark. "Edward? Is that you?"

"No, I'm the fucking boogie man." He reached back to touch his shoulder. Then, after a short pause;

"You bit me." His voice was surprised.

I got down from the couch, hands on my hips. "What was I supposed to do? I thought you were a rapist or something. I don't take well to being surprised." I pouted, looking away.

Edward snorted, sitting down hard on the couch next to me. "I see that." Gingerly he put his head in his hands. "I think I did something really stupid."

I rolled my eyes. "Breaking and entering is defiantly stupid, especially when you break into my place. Bella will kick you ass if she waked up and finds you here."

"Actually, Bella brought me here. I was just about to take her into your room but I don't think I can." He sighed.

"So…if breaking and entering wasn't your stupid stunt…" I trailed off, impatiently waiting for him to continue. Adrenalin still pumped through my veins. The feeling was intoxicating.

He looked up at me, and though I wouldn't see his face, hidden in shadows as it was, I was sure he was giving me what Bella called a 'Duh' look. "Getting sick to get Bella's attention. I didn't realize how childish it was until Bella started to act like an adult. She put me to bed, she took my temperature, and she even tucked me in. I feel like a moron."

"Good, because you are one. I told you in the car that Bella was a good person. She cares about people. If she thought you were sick then she'll take care of you. Right now you're her first priority."

He sighed. I sighed too, "So I'm confused as to what really happens when you eat mushrooms. All I know is from what Rose says."

Edward shrugged and it reminded me of the way Jasper shrugged when he didn't want to talk about something. Too damn bad Edward, he going to spill his guts.

I narrowed my eyes dangerously. He got the hint. "I throw up a bit, you know get the mushrooms out, I get a fever, sleep a lot. Looks like I have the flu…just looks much more serious. I'll sleep most of the next day and that usually scares people. I guess I look kind of…sick."—it sounded to me like he changed his sentence at the last minute. My eyes narrowed.—"and then I'm better. Just like that." He shrugged easily again, trying to pass it off as nothing.

"You're going to scare Bella." I sighed, looking at Bella. She was asleep on the floor; blue light flickered across her skin and the open pages of her book. She must have fallen asleep reading. She didn't look like she got far. I smiled a little at her. She was my sister just as much as Emmett was my brother. I just knew we would be the very best of friends when she sat in the desk beside me the very first day.

"If you changed your mind about helping me…I would understand." He looked at Bella too. Just from the light of the TV I saw Edward's face for the first time. His face was pained but the emotion in his face was so real that I could feel it squeeze my heart. It reminded me of how Jasper looks at me sometimes when I have to leave, or he had to leave me. This face though, this face was much more severe, more heart wrenching.

"Do you love her?" I asked in awe. Bella sighed softly in her sleep and I could feel my throat tighten. I wish Jasper was here to pick apart my emotion. Love for Bella, Joy for Bella, and something else I couldn't identify.

Edward turned to look at me and for one moment the answer was clear in his face, then he turned away quickly. "Love…It's infatuation. It takes at least six months for people to get past the passion, the obsession before you start to think and feel rationally—"

"Edward. Do you love her?" My hands were shaking, but my voice was steady. Steady and firm.

He was silent for a long time, looking at Bella sleep on the floor. Her tine frame rose with each small breath. Then her lips pulled up in a smile. I saw Edward's lips mirror hers.

"Edward…" Bella murmured suddenly. Edward nearly jumped out of his skin. I grinned; I was used to Bella's sleep talking. She usually just talked about her day a little, said some names. She said my name a lot. Bella sighed rolling over, "Edward, get…well." And then her soft breathing picked up again.

Edward got down on his knees swiftly—decisively it seemed to me—and scooped Bella up in his arms—blankets and all—and took her into my bed. He seemed a little unsteady so I prepared myself to jump forward and catch Bella if he dropped her.

Edward rolled his eyes at me, "She's lighter then my back pack, I won't drop her." He muttered something else under his breath. I'm thought it was a profanity about pixies. I stuck my tongue out at him.

He laid her in the bed gently before standing back up. He wobbled again, and then leaned back. I raised an eye brow at him. "You don't look good. Can you make it back to the couch?" I could understand now how worried Bella must have been this afternoon.

"I'm good. I deserve this and more anyways." He shook his head slowly, looking at Bella again. "I never knew how much of an ass I was—am—until I met her."

I nodded too. "I try not to compare myself to her." I lied.

I did a lot of things I know I shouldn't. That didn't stop me from essentially being a good person. It was only on rare occasions anyways. If I have lied to Bella it was only a singular act, and I took no enjoyment out of it. I felt retched for even keeping something trivial from her. This, keeping what Edward felt away from Bella was hard. Not as hard as I thought it would be, but still hard.

A possible reason for why it wasn't so hard to keep this from her may have been due to the fact that this was going to work out for the better for her. And I knew it would. If I was graced with Jasper and Rose with Emmett then why shouldn't someone like Bella get to have her special someone? And now that I looked at Edward, really looked at him, it was easy to see there was something just as vital to him missing just as it was with Bella. At the very least Edward knew what he wanted. Bella was still in the dark.

Ignorance is bliss.

"You haven't answered my question." I told him, accusing him with my eyes.

Edward ignored me, mumbling something about lying down and then pushed past me. I followed him, not quite sure why since all I wanted to do right now—other then Jasper—was to curl up into bed and sleep off today. The worry, the anxiety, the anger. All of it.

Edward got under the blankets on the couch. I sat down, leaning my back against the couch as I replayed the movie Bella or Edward had put on earlier. It was quiet; the sound turned down so low it might as well have been muted. I rolled my eyes. Bella's work no doubt, probably reading while Edward watched the movie.

"I think…" I looked up at the sound of Edward's voice. His eyes were closed and he looked close to sleep. "I think I do. Love her, I mean." His voice was starting to fade out. He mumbled something about a list and then he was out.

I grinned; glad to have finally gotten what I wanted out of him. The compulsion to stay with him had ceased so I flicked the TV off and climbed into bed with Bella.

I whispered in Bella's ear as I slipped under the warm covers, and found yet another bonus to having a roommate. Pre-warmed beds.

"Nighty night, don't let the love bug bite."

(BELLA'S P.O.V.) 1,000,000 days in an hour

Tap.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Smack, smack, pop, smack, smack, pop, smack, smack.

Tick, tick, tick, tick….tick….tick……..t…ick….

GAH! The clocks were slowing down, I would swear upon my very life they were. Some kid across from me was tapping his pencil non stop and the little red head by his side smacking her gum were driving me insane.

I glared at the board so menacingly that not even the teacher would try to make eye contact with me. My lack of patience today was probably due to the fact that the seat beside me was empty because a certain bronze haired, pale faced, green eyed, pretty boy was dying on my couch and I was stuck in school rather then there with him.

I looked desperately at the clock again. I was going home right after school. I knew they were putting up who was or was not on the team tonight but seriously, would looking at the list a day after everyone else change whether I made it or not? No. and I was pretty sure I made it, let's face it. I kick ass.

Not to be arrogant or anything.

"Mrs. Swan?" the teacher drawled. Apparently he wasn't as scared as I had previously assumed.

"What?" I snapped. I wasn't in the mood for explaining to my math teacher who I already didn't like, that I wasn't paying attention to his class because he was just as boring as the subject he taught. Actually I did want to tell him that, I just knew I shouldn't.

"Answer the question Mrs. Swan or I'll have to sent you home." He seemed in just as bad a mood as I was.

I gapped at him for a second, before a half crazy kind of smile started to pull at my lips, "Really?" I whispered.

The teacher didn't look like he was comfortable being within proximity of someone who wasn't completely stable. Then the professional teacher face returned. "Mrs. Swan, being sent home isn't a favour, it is a punishment. I understand that because of your recent move to our school, you might not understand this chastisement so I'll make it clearer for you. All privileges are taken away, you are not to be out of your room other then to eat, and a staff member will accompany you for that, no visitors, and no sports for at least one week." He raised his head in a way that said, I win.

And indeed he had.

I looked at him in horror. No basket ball? No freedom? And by the look of it, this would be one of those things that went on your record. Defeated I looked down at my desk.

What about Edward though? What if he needed me? What of he was in pain? I took a deep breath and look up again, "Sir? My friend, he is sick." I nodded to the desk beside me, "I was wondering, please, if I could take whatever work we have today and bring it home." This didn't seem enough though. I blushed, looking down, "I'm worried about him." I whispered.

After a long silence the burning in my cheeks hadn't faded. I looked up to try and guess what the teacher's answer would be, and if the answer was no, then I also wanted to be prepared for another argument.

Stupid Edward, getting sick. Making my worry about him. I sighed, I definitely needed my mom. I was going out of my way to find someone to take care of.

My teacher turned around and started looking through the paper neatly stacked on his desk. My hopes rose. He held out the paper to me, his look firm, "I will not be making allowances in the future for this. Understood?"

I nodded, quickly, "Thank you." I mumbled, my cheeks keeping a trace of their heat as I scurried from my math teacher blues.

I was hurrying down the hall when I heard my name being called. I spun around too quickly, my math book that had been clutched to my chest flew out of my arms and scattered out all my papers, across the hall way. "Shoot." I hissed quietly.

"Oh, sorry." Jared said, jogging down the hall to help me pick up my fleeing notes. He chuckled, bending down to help me scoop my homework up.

I shrugged and grabbed my papers. "Don't worry about it. Stuff happens."—and then more quietly—"mostly to me." I looked up to grin at him. I remembered that one time out side the boys change room. Had Jared been trying to ask me on a date? once I thought about it I realized how silly it was. Jared looked back at me with his big blue eyes, his hair a dark colour, matching his darker skin. I blushed and looked down. "So, was there a reason for all this?" I asked, gesturing to the paper that we had gathered into a neat little pile. I stuffed all the papers back into my book, and found my problem immediately. I had forgotten to close the rings of my binder. Figures.

Jared's eyes lit up. "Yeah, have you seen the basket ball—"

I rolled my eyes cutting him off. "No, but I kind of figured I made it." I gave him a questioning glance, "It's no surprise you made it either."

"No, no. I know that it's just that…" he trailed off looking at me oddly, a sense of awe.

I felt uncomfortable, my shoulders hunched and I lurched unsteadily to my feet. "Jared, I really would love to stay and talk but I need to get home." I cradled my books against my chest securely and made my way as quickly down the hall as I could without breaking into a run.

"'Kay…see yea." He called lamely after me. I waved once before I pushed the doors open and went home.

It seemed that one that once last look I had given him, that his features had changed from the Jared, my friend, changed into someone else. Still friendly and kind, still my friend, but more determined. Resolute.

I shook my head. It had been from a distance after all, and my eyes made mistakes all the time. I couldn't think any more on it though because I saw my house coming into a clearer focus, and with that my mind centred on its primary focus these days.

Edward.

A/N: Okay people, i'm closing the poll soon, sometime next week (probably wed) so if you want to vote then vote. (it's on whether you want lemons in this or my other story. or both.) if none of you know what a lemon is...well it's sex...in graphic detail. i'll be putting a smut story up sometime to see if you guys think i can write or not. ^_^ thanks for all the awsome reviews people!