Everyday Moments Of Perfection

A/N: Please read the whole thing because it's important, even though it's ridiculously long. Okay, now I'm just saying – try and keep an open mind on this. I might do one of these again; it all depends on people's reaction, but for some reason I just had to type this! This is an all human little AxJ story, based on the song "The Man Who Can't Be Moved" by The Script. I highly recommend you listen to it before reading this; either on Youtube or playlist dot com.

Link to the song; http:// www dot youtube dot com/watch?v=OUrc1n546mU

So yeah, this is just a little timeout from vampire Alice and Jasper. Think of it as an exercise in proving that even if they hadn't have been vampires, and if they had lived in the same time, they would have found each other.

By the way, on a side note; is anyone else really annoyed about the fact that FF have added a "World" feature to the Twilight category, so you can put them either under movie-verse or book-verse? There only is ONE Twilight universe. The book is the real Twilight! Not the movie! I'm irrationally angry about this. I'm actually considering just looking up any fics that are placed under "movie"- verse and just flaming them for the heck of it. Really considering it.

So, yeah, if you've never reviewed before, or never will again, just please review THIS chapter with a quick comment. I really want to know if you guys liked this, because if you did and the opportunity comes along again, I'll do another one, but if you review and tell me you didn't, then we can all erase it from our memories and move on, never speaking of it again. Lol.

Alice Brandon was exhausted. Her shift – she was a waitress at a restaurant called La Bella Italia – had left her drained, and all she wanted to do was go home to her little flat on the ground floor of a grey, stone apartment building, fall into bed and sleep for a week. Alice smiled as she realised she wouldn't have to make this journey for two weeks – it was her time off. The wind blew around her knee-high skirt, and Alice shivered as the gust hit her legs. She walked faster, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to keep warm. She tucked her red scarf closer to her neck, which was exposed because of her pixie-length ebony hair.

As Alice turned the corner, her shoulder brushed against someone, and her scarf became unravelled, flying off her neck. Her hands stretched out uselessly to catch it as the wind began to sweep it up, but her shocked expression turned to a grateful smile as she saw a pair of male hands wrapped firmly around the scarlet scarf, preventing it from being blown away.

She looked up into the man's eyes, her mouth open to thank him automatically… but as soon as she looked into them, her mouth stayed open; no words emerged.

He was beautiful.

There was no other word for it; handsome wasn't enough. Even though Alice immediately thought that while beautiful probably wasn't an appropriate word to describe a man, she couldn't help it. His face was chiselled, each feature carved perfectly. His untidy, dirty blond hair blew slightly in the wind, giving him a wonderfully dishevelled look. Alice couldn't look away. She was completely dazzled.

His azure eyes glittered with some understanding; though Alice couldn't figure out what that understanding was.

Wordlessly, he smiled, and Alice swooned right there and then, her heart giving uneven little stutters beneath her chest. He reached up, and carefully wrapped the scarf around Alice's neck. While he was doing this, his fingers brushed Alice's skin with a warm touch, and she felt a little shiver coursing through her body. She felt a sudden impulse to lean into the touch, but she resisted it.

Her voice was still frozen, unable to move to give her thanks, and she didn't want to try in case she stuttered and made a complete fool of herself.

She looked at him, gratitude in her eyes, before turning. The man smiled, seeing her appreciation, before turning in the opposite direction – almost reluctantly? – Alice thought. Oh, don't be so stupid, Alice. She chastised herself. He doesn't even know your name.

She walked around the corner, her thoughts full of the unnamed blond man with the gorgeous smile and deep coral-blue eyes, who at this very moment was walking away from her in the opposite direction.

Each step she took that brought them further apart seemed to make Alice's heart ache.

~oOo~

Jasper Whitlock sighed. While life as a millionaire may seem like an interesting proposition to most; Jasper despaired of it. He knew that if he told anyone of his true feelings towards his status – both socially and financially – they would think he was an insane, spoilt brat who didn't appreciate what he had in life.

But Jasper couldn't help it.

He had made his way from the financial district to his five hundred thousand dollar home – refusing the offer of a limousine – while on the way passing a run-down area of town. Jasper was still bewildered at how rich people could just walk on past and pretend that there was nothing wrong.

Jasper hated being rich and successful for one reason – gold-diggers.

He was a romantic at heart, and he was incredibly charismatic. He had been voted "Bachelor Of The Year" more times than he could count, and never failed to blush whenever it was mentioned – mostly by his best friend Emmett, who he thanked the powers above every single day for. They had been best friends since pre-school, and Emmett's mercilessly (yet playful) teasing of Jasper had not abated since he became ridiculously affluent. If anything, it had increased, and while Jasper always pretended to be annoyed, inside he was grateful.

Girls had always been attracted to him, and so Jasper found it hard to decipher whether they liked him for his personality, his looks or – as in most cases – his money.

Jasper was just tackling these thoughts in his head, and so wasn't paying attention to where he was going. His shoulder knocked against a much smaller person's, and Jasper started, seeing something long and red fall and get swept up in the mounting breeze. Instinctually, his hand shot out and caught it. It was a scarf.

Jasper turned immediately, to apologise, but stopped, just holding the scarf in his hand. It was a woman – and she was stunning.

Her green eyes sparkled, full of life, and an emotion that Jasper couldn't place. Her mouth was slightly open, her heart-shaped lips trembling slightly. For some reason, Jasper just wanted to lean down and press his lips to them, seeing if they were as soft and warm as they looked. His head sharply reminded him that he was a gentleman, and gentlemen did not kiss strange women they had just met in the street.

Jasper did the only thing he could think of in his stupor, he smiled, before reaching up to wrap the scarf back around her neck. He hesitated, thinking she might not want him to, but only for a second before he confidently lifted the scarf.

As he twirled the scarf comfortably around her neck, his fingers touched her skin. It was freezing cold, Jasper guessed because it was sans the protection of long hair. He wanted to hold her neck in his hands to warm it up – he had always had unusually warm hands – but he resisted, instead settling for snugly fitting the scarf close to her soft, pale skin. His hands lingered for a little longer than necessary – did she notice? – before he pulled away.

He saw the appreciation lighting up her expressive green eyes, and returned it with his own gaze, hoping she saw his acceptance within them. His voice had eluded him for the moment, his usually confident and charismatic nature shattered to pieces at a simple gaze from this woman, and he wondered how she didn't notice that his soul was bared for her alone as she turned away from him to walk in the opposite direction – towards the bad part of town, Jasper noticed. He desperately wanted to turn back and walk her to her door, to make sure she was safe, but when he turned around to do just that… she was already gone.

Shaken with an emotion Jasper had yet to analyse, he walked along the street, thinking of the short pixie-like woman who had unknowingly captured his heart.

~oOo~

Days passed, and all Jasper could think about was her. Her green eyes, so vibrant and emotive; the touch of her soft, cool skin beneath his fingertips. He needed to talk to her again, he needed to see her.

But he didn't even know her name.

Jasper sighed, running a hand through his hair as he thought; what am I going to do?

And suddenly he knew.

Jasper stood, departing from his office with a courteous nod to his secretary, before grabbing a warm jacket and making his way outside. He walked and walked, until he reached the corner where he had bumped into the mysterious and beautiful woman. He waited.

And waited.

And waited.

He never grew impatient, or bored. Or cold, thanks to his jacket. His phone vibrated in the right-hand pocket, and he flipped it open.

"Yes?" he asked, as the caller's number was unknown to him. "Jasper Whitlock speaking."

"Mr. Whitlock?" It was his secretary. "Your two o'clock is waiting in your office."

"Cancel all my appointments today, Karen." he said, quickly.

Jasper could hear the confusion in her voice as she dutifully uttered, "Of course, Mr. Whitlock."

He closed the phone with a click… and waited.

But she never came.

Jasper wondered why not. He sat on a nearby bench, at the corner, watching… always watching and hoping. His business associates had thought he had gone insane, and was having a nervous breakdown or something of the sort. Of course, being an important media figure, his disappearance was soon noticed, and the press had tracked him down, reporting all kinds of wild stories about him.

Bodyguards and policemen had come to try and coerce him into moving, saying that he was the perfect target for enemies of his business to take him out.

But still Jasper Whitlock refused to move.

~oOo~

Alice yawned. She felt warm, and cosy, in her big, fluffy white bed. She stretched a little, wiggling her toes into the fabric of the quilt. She hugged her pillow and rolled onto her side. She took notice of the big, red digits on her clock. 11:30 am.

Lovely. Alice thought. It was her first lie-in in three months, and hopefully was the start of many, many more. Alice yawned again, and turned onto her back. She blinked, and once again saw deep blue eyes in her mind's eye. She sighed. Alice hadn't stopped thinking about him since the second they had met.

She fumbled along the ground, reaching over the bed with her right arm, until she felt the plastic, oblong-shaped remote and grasped it, clicking the button. It was the news channel.

"And our top story for this morning, millionaire and business entrepreneur, Jasper Whitlock, is still refusing to move from his spot on the bench, at the corner of fifth and Vine. It is unclear as to his reasons… we go to our reporter at the scene. Over to you, Mike."

Alice hadn't paid attention until she heard the words, 'Fifth and Vine'. She sat up sharply, and as the picture changed, she dropped the remote, which clattered to the ground. It was him. He was sitting on the bench. At the corner where they had met.

Alice squealed.

She didn't know why she was doing it, but something told her she had to get there. She had to go… right now.

Alice jumped out of bed, grabbing a towel from the end. She took the quickest shower of her life, and threw on any clean clothes in her vision. She threw open the door of her apartment, and ran as fast as her legs would carry her.

As she ran, she noticed that her clothes didn't match at all. She almost turned back to change… almost. Right now, her head was screaming, what do you think you are doing? This is real life, Alice, not a fairytale. There's probably a perfectly legitimate reason why he is sitting at that precise corner.

But Alice's heart was beating frantically, urging her onward.

Alice turned the corner of Fifth and Vine.

There he was.

She could just spot him over the media circus, a frenzy of flashing cameras, microphones, video cameras and flustered reporters. He was sitting stock-still, staring into space as if he didn't notice the noisy crowd around him. Then his head turned sharply.

He locked eyes with Alice.

Her heart soared at his stare, her feet running towards him, pushing past all the reporters. She stopped in front of him, and suddenly, Alice's head took over. Her cheeks flushed crimson in a deep blush, but Jasper's blue eyes pierced her with an emotion that Alice could now name easily; love.

He pulled her to him, hesitating slightly as his gentlemanly tendencies surfaced. He still wouldn't kiss strange women on the street, but he felt like he had known her all his life. She looked at him, before smiling slightly and crashing her lips to his. They melded together, one perfect entity; two puzzle pieces that fitted together with no spaces.

Jasper was right. They were exactly as soft and warm as they looked.

Fireworks exploded in Alice's chest as her heart swelled with the contact. She knew her heart had been right. He had spent God knew how long just sitting here waiting… for her.

He had been waiting for her.

Jasper smiled as he pulled away, wrapping his arms around her.

"You've kept me waiting." he said, smiling and his voice sounded like a cloud drifting over her. She smiled softly and playfully, whispering, "Sorry."

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Alice." she whispered.

"Alice." he repeated. He loved her name. She loved the way his voice sounded when he said it.

Jasper beamed, but all Alice's mind could comprehend was that Jasper Whitlock had been waiting in the cold, in the rain, in the dark - for her.

Jasper's eyes twinkled, as his embrace tightened, cameras clicking furiously all around her. The woman in his arms was small in stature, like a delicate figure carved out of the most frail crystal. He wanted to protect her, to love her.

He always had – even if he hadn't always known it.

Alice leant into the touch, pressing her face against his sculpted chest. Jasper may have stayed at the corner for days, waiting, but as he held her in his arms, Alice realised that she had been waiting for this man her whole life.

They didn't plan on letting go.

I just HAD to put that "You've kept me waiting." thing in there. Anyway, if you didn't read the author's note at the top, I shall reiterate. It's important that I receive your thoughts on this, because it will determine whether or not I do anymore human ones. So, please review! Jasper-and-Alice-hugging-in-an-igloo cookie for everyone who does, just because I love ya! :)

Raven. x