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A glimpse into Jasper and Alice's love.

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Alice's POV

Since I was a little girl - in fact, so far back, I can't even remember a time when I didn't - I've been in love with Jasper Whitlock.

I can't remember the first time I saw him. Maybe since I was a newborn baby and nobody's memory is that good. I can't remember the first words he said to me, because once again newborn's don't remember that kind of thing. What I do remember is being five years old and dropping my ice cream. As most five year olds do, I cried out in horror at the loss of my tasty treat. While my brother Edward ignored me and kept playing with his Legos, Jasper came over and hugged me, then gave me his ice cream. That was the day I asked him to marry me, he said 'yes'; and I'm still holding him to it.

It has taken years of waiting and trying not to kill my cockblocking brother in his sleep to get to this point, my finally being able to date Jasper. Sigh.

After the group date that went well with the exception of the whole Victoria joining us, and Bella not knowing she was going on a date till a few minutes before we left. Jasper went on a series of alone dates. Our first date three months ago, he took me to the diner for greasy food and massive amounts of pie. God, I love the diner's cherry pie. On our last date, we went to Port Angeles for dinner at Mings' China Garden then a movie. No matter what we did, though, it was great, because we did it together.

Jasper may not be a hopeless romantic like my brother, who sweeps Bella away on cruises. Nor is he physically romantic the way Emmett was with Rosalie, where at any moment his tongue is being shoved down her throat. Jasper is my silent love. He's dependable, handsome and he understands me and my little quirks. And I understand him.

Sometimes, I just get lost in his gaze, staring into his soulful blue eyes. We don't have to say a word to know what the other is thinking. We can have a whole conversation without a word. My Jasper, I wouldn't change him for the world, nor would I want anyone other than him. He is my true other half.

Jasper's POV

I watch her from the vantage point on her bed as she flits around her room looking for an elusive earring that she has to have to complete the look she wants for her outfit. I can't help by laugh internally at how many people would take this as Alice being a vain, self centered person. What they don't realize about my Alice is that she has OCD. Not Monk style OCD; she doesn't have to wash her hands after touching someone, nor does she have very many ticks. She does, however, have a few that only those, who know her well, pick up on.

Alice's ticks include tapping her fork twice against the table before she begins eating, even if it's finger food. The other tick Alice possesses is that before she gets into a car, she tugs on her lower lip. Just a light tug with her thumb and middle finger… Her little ticks are endearing.

With Alice, fashion is something she is able to control easily; and that helps calm her OCD tendencies. Putting together the perfect outfit by getting cuts, colors and fabrics all just right eases her. Yes, that might seem silly, but it works for Alice; and I will encourage anything that makes life easier for my Alice.

"Found it!" She squeals with joy and relief.

"That's good, baby." I smile and continue watching her little ritual. Everything in a certain order, everything set back into the spot it belongs after she finishes with it.

I still remember when Alice was three. Edward had the flu and couldn't play. Esme was watching me, so I was bored. Alice came up to where I was watching Sesame Street, and handed me her favorite Ken doll. She gave me a little pout and said, "Pwease," in her cute baby voice. Next thing I know, I'm on the floor playing Barbies with her.

Over the years that followed, 'pwease' turned into 'please', but that combined with the pout still won her whatever she was asking of me, Mary Alice Cullen has had me wrapped around her perfect little finger the majority of our lives and I'm just fine with that.

I love my Alice, and I know that one day in the future I will make her my wife. First thing though, I have to figure out how to tell her 'goodbye' when I go off to college and leave her here. That was the bad part of our slight age difference. In a couple of years, the two years between us would be nothing, but right now facing graduation, it's everything.

I wish I had a time machine and was able to fast forward three years till when we are all in college and there were no separations facing us. I know we'll have weekends and holidays, but it won't be the same. Yeah, I'll have Em and Edward with me, but it won't be the same.

I mean, how do you leave the one you love the most behind?

"Jazz, are you ready to go?" Alice calls softly, holding out her small hand, and I can't hold back my smile.

"As long as you're there, I'm ready for anything, Ali." She gives me her sweet smile and a peck on the lips, before leading me out of her room.

For now, this will be enough, these last few months where we get to see each other whenever we want. I'll think about the future when I have. Right now, I have to follow my Alice wherever she wants to go.