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Love is a Battlefield

Summary:
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.


Notes:
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.


4. The Hotel

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We reached the hotel in a few short minutes. She got out of the car and handed the keys to the valet. A bellboy took her jacket when we walked through the entrance.

I've never seen such a luxurious place before. I stared at the indoor fountain and the beautiful furniture. It was like a dream.

She noticed my awe and said, "You look so surprised. Why?"

"I've never been to a hotel before. When I didn't have anywhere to live, I stayed in the forest."

"Oh. Then you're in for a treat!" She smiled and linked her arm into mine. Then, once again, she dragged me to the elevator. She pressed 26.

There were a total of 30 floors. 30! The tallest building I've ever been to only had 5 floors.

When we reached the room, she unlinked her arm and took out her keyword to open the door.

Once were inside she ran down a short hall and turned. I heard the water starting.

"Come on!" she said enthusiastically. I didn't move from my spot.

She grabbed a towel off the bed and took my hand. She led me to the bathroom.

"Okay, now strip." she ordered.

"What?" She wanted me to take off my clothes while she was still in here?

"Take off you shirt."

"Huh?" Was she crazy? Has she ever heard of a word called privacy?

"Ugh." She walked over to me and started unbuttoning by shirt. Some of them were too high for her to reach and I didn't offer any help, so she shoved me down. I sat on the edge of the running tub.

She unbuttoned my whole shirt and threw it in the corner. Then she rolled up her sleeves, wet the towel and began working on my hair.

She was shampooing when I finally said something.

"You know that I can bathe on my own right?"

"Yes, but you won't and I love playing 'mommy'." She smiled.

I guess if it makes her happy. She quickly finished and was drying my hair when I realized that she was soaked.

"Now, you have to take your pants off." she ordered.

"Uh...I think I can do this part on my own." Did she want to see me naked?

"Okay then. I'll be outside waiting."

I got into the tub and turned the water off. When I finished I remembered that I still didn't have any clothing. I looked for my old clothes, but they were no where in sight. In their place were a new set of clothes.

It was a blue T-shirt, a pair of khaki shorts, socks and new sneakers. I put them all on. They fit perfectly. How did she know my size?

I walked back into the living room to see Alice on the sofa reading. She changed, and probably showered in the other bathroom.

She looked up. "Hey! You look great. I'm good."

I wasn't sure if she was complimenting me or herself so I said thanks any ways.

"Thanks."

"Come on. Lets go shopping for your new clothes!" She dragged me out the door and took the keys to her car from the valet. Then, we were off.

I guess it was question time again.

"How long are you staying here?"

"Well I've been here for three days already, but we're staying for a few more days." She smiled and looked at me. Does she ever stop smiling? I hope not. When she smiles, I smile.

"We're?" As in me and her?

"Yes. You've got no other place to stay, and I'm lonely." She beamed. "Plus, I need someone to protect me." she giggled.

I looked at her like she was losing it.

"Come on Jazz, please?"

"Jazz?" Whose Jazz?

"Oh yea. That's you!"

I decided to change the subject.

"How much do you know about me?" Did she know that I was the bad thing someone should be protecting her from?

"Not much really. But I'd like to know."

"I'd like to know more about you too."