Love is a Battlefield
After everything he's caused and has been through, does he deserve to live? Should he live? One moment he's considering suicide and the next he's experiencing something he's never experienced before. Could one person affect him so much that he reconsiders everything he's decided in the past four months? This one person gave him something that he never had and now needs desperately...hope.
As much as I wish I did, I do not own any of these characters (except the ones that I make up every now and again). They rightfully belong to Stephenie Meyer.
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She stared at me as I stared back at her. She had this glitter in her eyes that made me feel like she actually enjoyed my presence. I haven't felt that way in a long time. I haven't felt like I belonged or like I was wanted.
"I'm Alice, and you must be Jasper." She said it so confidently. Like I said before--she knows me better than I do.
"How did you know that?" I managed to spit out.
"Lets talk somewhere more private. Come on." Once again she dragged me down the street.
We stopped once we reached a cute hot pink Beetle. It fit her perfectly.
She took out her keys and unlocked the doors. I got into the passenger's side and she went into the driver's.
She stuck the key into ignition and the car purred to life. She drove fast. Like REALLY fast. She was going over 130 mph. After a few short minutes, we reached the highway.
"Okay, now you can ask me questions." she said not taking her eyes off the road.
"For starters. How do you know me so well, when I barely know you?" I thought that would be most logical to start with.
"Well, you know how some of our kind have unique powers?"
"Yea?" I wasn't sure where this was going.
"Well, my power is that I can see the future. I see things before they happened. Like, I saw you in a vision. I saw you stumble into the diner, so I decided to meet you there."
"Do your uh...visions...always come true?" I was curious.
"Not always. They only come true when a decision isn't changed. For example, if you decided to go to a different diner, I wouldn't have known because you made the decision so suddenly."
"And I can only see the future. I can't see the past or present." she added.
I decided to change the subject. Maybe I'll tell her my power later.
"Where are we going?" Where was she taking me. I was still confused. But I was always a quiet one. My personal questions could wait.
"Were going back to my hotel, getting you cleaned up and then going shopping!" she declared.
"Uh--okay?" My response sounded more like a question.
She must have noticed my skepticism because the next thing she said was, "What? You don't like to shop?"
"It's not that...It's just that I don't think I'm the right person for you to go shopping with. I'm not very good with constructive criticism." It was very true. I didn't know how to put things nicely.
"No silly, I'm not the one whose shopping for clothes. You are." she giggled.
"Huh? I can't. I don't have any money. But if you want to shop. I can go with you. It's the least I can do after what you've done for me. I can hold your bags for you."
"You don't need money. I've got plenty."
"I can't let you do this for me." I retorted.
"Yes you can. No offense, but, I can go around with someone dressed like you." She was serious for a moment. I kept my face straight. "Just kidding! Please, please, I love playing dress up. Please!"
"Well, okay." I guess she can have fun at my benefit. I'll find someway to pay her back.