Everyday Moments Of Perfection

A/N: Over 600 reviews! Thank you guys so much. I had no idea when I started this drabble series that people would come to like it as much as they have. Now, to thank the wonderful people who made it happen—well, last chapter, anyway. Special thanks to my 600th reviewer; NaleyIsLove23!

You may have noticed that I've changed my penname, but don't worry, it's still good ol' Raven here. Teehee. :)

Right, well this one is AH! And basically; Alice is a psychic at a funfair. She tells Jasper that he will meet the girl of his dreams the next day, but she gets frustrated as she can't see her face. The next day, Jasper bumps into his dream girl on the street. Guess who…? ;)

Jasper sighed. Why had he ever let Rosalie and Emmett drag him to this stupid funfair?

They were clearly having the time of their lives—becoming five again, Jasper noted with a sigh. Emmett had just flicked a bit of candy floss at Rosalie, who playfully whacked him, before smearing his cheek with vanilla whipped ice cream and running. Emmett chased after her, laughing heartily. Jasper told himself to be weary of their childish antics, but really he was amused—and slightly envious. He wished that he had someone who made him as happy as Rosalie clearly made Emmett. They had been going out for nearly two years, and they were still as much in love as they had been when Jasper and Rosalie first transferred to Emmett's high school. Jasper could clearly picture the look on Emmett's face the first time he had seen Rosalie. He could remember it, because it was not the expression that usually appeared on a man's face whenever they saw his sister.

Emmett had smiled.

Of course, guys usually smiled when they saw her, but their smiles were tempered with lust, longing and lasciviousness. A look that said; Man, that girl is hot or Damn, I'd like to tap that.

Emmett's smile said; I'm in love with that girl.

A small smile was brought to Jasper's lips as he reminisced. He had wandered out of the main flow of people at the funfair, out into a few surrounding games and displays. Jasper looked up and saw a small booth with 'Fortune Teller' on the sign above it. Jasper didn't know what pulled him towards the double red curtains, but before he knew it, his hand was raised to draw them back. He was instantly hit with the sweet scent of incense and a blast of warmth from a small heater just behind the curtain, keeping the room warm in the slight autumn chill that permeated the outside air.

In the centre of the small space was a table, upon which lay the usual paraphernalia of a fortune teller; crystal ball, tarot cards, ivory imitation-bone dice. A small, pixie-haired woman sat at the other side of the table, tapping her fingers on the table and looking utterly bored out of her skull. Jasper couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

His badly-smothered chuckle made the woman look up, bright green eyes connecting with his own. Jasper was surprised at their brightness, and blinked. Her face instantly changed and she smiled, gesturing to the chair on the other side near Jasper.

Her attire was that of a classic circus fortune teller; a long, tired skirt in a dark shade of cerulean, a beige gypsy shirt with long, flowing sleeves, her arms adorned with chunky golden bracelets that tinkled as she moved her hands, a deck of cards weaving between her creamy, slender fingers. Her hair was cut short and ebony-black, and around her head was a red scarf, the ends flowing down to her shoulder. She wore large, hoop earrings and a colourful beaded necklace.

Despite this, Jasper did not instantly dismiss her. There was nothing tacky about the outfit when on her… and Jasper felt compelled to sit and listen to what she had to say. She smiled broadly when he took a seat on the surprisingly comfortable chair.

She leant over to him, and he gasped as once again her deep green eyes penetrated him. He saw the area around her eyes crease slightly as she looked at him… though it felt like she was looking through him.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, and at once, her eyes refocused and snapped onto his. She laughed quietly, sitting back, and Jasper realised he had been holding his breath.

"Bit tacky, all this, isn't it?" she said, conversationally, casting her gaze around the room at all the psychic artefacts.

Jasper couldn't help but smile.

"You know something?" she said, eyeing him leisurely. "I don't know what it is… but I feel like I need to see you."

Jasper looked at her quizzically. Once again she leant forward, stretching out her hand to lay it on top of his. He liked the feeling of her warm hand on his cool one. It made him feel relaxed… or was that just the incense getting to his head?

"All this is just for show," she said. "The usual story; get a customer, waffle on about how they're going to have some sort of lucky break and they wander off happy. But you… you're different."

Jasper cocked an eyebrow. "How so?"

"I don't know," replied the girl honestly. "My name is Alice, anyway. Or… Madame Fortuna, if you go by that," she laughed, pointing to the sign above her.

"Do you want to know your future?" Alice asked, suddenly sober and stony-looking.

Jasper answered carefully, "Isn't that the point of all this?"

Alice snorted delicately. "That's all useless rubbish. What I will tell you is one hundred percent genuine. And so are the consequences of knowing."

Jasper looked at her, assessing her features as she spoke. He could detect no hint of ruse, and Jasper was a pretty damn good judge of character. "How do you know I believe what you're saying?"

"I don't," said Alice. "But I want to give you the chance to know. Whether you take it is entirely up to you."

Jasper was becoming increasingly conflicted. He didn't know what to believe, but it certainly wouldn't do any harm to let Alice 'foretell' his future. Or would it? Jasper looked deep into her eyes and saw that she was deathly serious about knowing the future. He saw a hidden sadness in them, as if she had witnessed the consequences of it firsthand. He took a deep breath in, and blew out, before meeting her gaze and whispering, "Okay."

Alice smiled gently, before closing her eyes.

~oOo~

Jasper watched as her lip curved into a small smile.

"I see you… walking. Down a street… a busy street. There's an old woman walking in your path, she's got a dog. Oh! You nearly tripped, but you swerve to the side just in time. You knock over somebody."

Jasper listened intently.

"You say, "I'm sorry, ma'am…", before you see them. You stop… you're transfixed," Alice said this with a slight smirk. "You say, "I'm Jasper. Jasper Hale." Then you help them up."

Jasper gasped slightly as he realised he hadn't given Alice his own name after she had furnished him with hers. How could she have known it… unless what she was seeing was real?

"I can't see them," Alice said, frowning. "The person you're helping, I don't…I can't see them." She sounded incredibly frustrated by this. "I feel that it's a girl."

Her eyes flew open.

"The girl of your dreams."

Jasper cocked an eyebrow, and laughed quietly, but he was stopped short.

"And the girl of your imagination. The girl of your waking minutes, when you feel that you cannot possibly be complete, and you envy those around you who are blessed with the same happiness that always seems to be out of your grasp. That is the girl…I saw."

Jasper couldn't react. He was utterly stunned. Alice was looking at him, a slight chastisement on her face from his disbelieving laugh. But he could not laugh now.

He realised she was utterly serious.

"I—uh, I have to go," he stammered, getting to his feet. Alice simply watched him, with the same air of calm and perpetual aura of destiny that Jasper could feel surrounding her. She did not move as he went towards the red curtain.

He looked back just once, before he pulled the curtain apart, breaking the spell.

But even as Rosalie and Emmett joined him, and they made their way back to the house, she lingered onwards, and Jasper could not dispel the thought of her words from his mind.

~oOo~

Alice lay against the table, perturbed by what she had just seen. There had never been a time when part of her visions had been obscured before. There was something different… something strange… about the boy who had just walked out of the tent. Something that made Alice's heart do little somersaults in her chest. Alice smiled to herself, and tried again. She saw Jasper… such a handsome name … his blonde hair tousled by the wind. Once again she saw him swerve, and fall into something. Alice tried to turn her mind's eye to that spot, but she could not!

Alice let out a slight hiss of frustration, before flopping down onto the faded cloth-covered table, wondering what on Earth had just happened.

Her visions had never failed to work before.

But that wasn't what was overwhelming her mind the most; in a pleasant way, of course.

The thing that Alice could not stop thinking about… was one Jasper Hale.

~oOo~

Over the next few days, the events of the funfair started to fade more and more from Jasper's mind, as things like social events and university coursework started to fill up his mind. His mother was busy planning a trip to Florida for her and Jasper's father, meaning that Jasper had his little brother Edward to think about as well. By the time a month had passed, Jasper had pushed any strange events like that to the back of his mind.

Edward emerged from the kitchen, grabbing a glass of orange juice from the counter. "Hey, Jazz," he said. He lifted his well-built arm to drink from the glass, the defined muscles in his chest rippling as he gulped. Jasper, who was on his laptop sorting out his college essays, rolled his eyes from the couch. Ever since the new girl had moved to town, Edward had been making a conscious effort to start working out. Bella, Jasper vaguely recalled. That was her name.

"See you later, little brother," Jasper smirked as Edward grabbed his new copy of Pride and Prejudice from the side-counter—Bella was a fan of the classics—and headed out of the door.

Jasper finished frantically clicking keys on his laptop, before glancing at the clock on the radio.

"Oh, hell," Jasper swore. He only had a half an hour to get to his lecture. Quickly, he rose, grabbing a jacket from the couch and stuffing a few books into his bag, before rushing out, and running down the street.

He turned a corner, something in the back of his mind bristling, though he quickly pushed it down as he started thinking about the chapter he had read for homework. Philosophy… the philosophic and moral dilemmas of the human mind….

He was thinking so much he didn't notice the elderly woman right in front of him. Her dog, a yappy Yorkshire terrier, gave a few, loud barks in his direction, and before he could trip over the lead, Jasper leapt to the side. He thanked his father for his good reflexes. Then suddenly, he collided head-first into something, and he heard a quiet, "Oof…" as the person fell.

Jasper pivoted, reaching out his arms, and caught the small woman in his arms before she fell backwards onto the road. He looked straight into her eyes, and gasped as he remembered. The old woman, the dog, the turning… knocking over the girl of his dreams.

He stared into those vibrant, green eyes with surprise.

She looked entirely different without the garb of a gypsy psychic, but Jasper could not possibly mistake those bright jade eyes and short, sharp ebony hairstyle for anyone else.

He blushed slightly when he realised that he was still holding her in a slightly compromising position. Their noses were almost touching, and Jasper was instantly aware of the heat of Alice's body seeping through to his hands, as they were placed around her waist, their chests touching.

Jasper instantly stood, gracefully placing Alice to her feet, though his hand lingered on hers just a little longer. She smiled up at him, her gaze clearly transfixed and Jasper could have sworn she too was thinking about the vision she had experienced… of precisely this moment.

Alice could not keep the wonder out of her face as she realised that she was the girl from her vision. She had preordained this very moment, yet it had been from her own point of view, which explained why she could not see herself inside it.

Alice suddenly found herself a little panicked as she thought that Jasper may have realised this, and thought this whole thing was some sort of twisted, elaborate hoax. But one look into his soft, blue eyes told her another story altogether.

He believed.

Jasper suddenly and regrettably remembered that he was late for class. He glanced at the hand he had relinquished, noticing the simple, silver watch that adorned her wrist. His forehead creased a little as he read the date from the side panel of the watch. The twenty-fifth.

Jasper could have cried out with happiness. It was Tuesday. He didn't have any classes today. He had just gotten so distracted and mixed-up with everything that had been going on, he hadn't realised it.

He was completely free… and according to Alice, the girl of his dreams was right in front of him.

"I don't know if you remember me…" he started, but was interrupted by Alice's breathy whisper. "Jasper. Jasper Hale."

Jasper smiled, flattered that she did. She had remembered his name… the name he had never told her.

Jasper didn't know how to proceed. He quickly imagined a scene in his head where a sudden wind started to rise up from the ground, with a large orchestral swell, and he swept up Alice into his arms, and kissed her senseless, just like in the movies.

However, Jasper didn't really know what Alice's response to that would be. So he settled for—

"Would you like to go for a coffee or something?" Jasper asked, his tone tentative yet shining with his honesty. There were no hidden agendas, no insinuations of disbelief.

Alice simply smiled. "Coffee would be great."

At her words, Jasper's mouth transformed into a beam that lit up his whole face. He stretched out his arm, and Alice wasted no time in laying her hand on top of his. She had to hide a small smile as a vision suddenly came to her, and her heart was flooded with warmth. She tightened her hold on Jasper's hand just a little.

Together, they walked amicably down the street, only one of them fully aware that this would be the start of something beautiful.

Well, I hope you guys enjoyed this one just as much as the last AH one. Let me know what you thought!

Raven. x