Alice POV

I let out a shrill shriek as my perfect sand castle tumble to the ground. "Emmet, you big meanie butt, now I have to start all over again!" Howling with laughter he ran off towards a pretty blond girl who was on the swings. I sighed and started to scoop sand back into a pile.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around. "Do you need some help?" a small boy with shaggy honey hair asked. "I'm really good at castle, I make the best towers." Breathlessly I nodded my head and plopped back down in the damp sand. Working together we started to try and repair the damage Emmet's foot had done to my castle. We built in silence for a moment and then I looked up at him, "What's your name?" I asked.

"Jasper, but you can call me Jazz." Grinning playfully he added "I only let really special people call me that, what's yours?"

"Alice Brandon, I'm four and a half I'm gonna be five in two months, the 25th of June!" I stated enthusiastically. "That's my brother Emmet," pointing at him, "He's seven." Then I pointed to Edward, "That's my other brother Edward. He's almost nine, he's pretty old." Embarrassed at how quiet he was I giggled.

"I'm turning six next week; do you want to come to my party?" I nodded, excited to be invited to anything. "My sister is the one next your brother on the swings, her names is Rosalie she is seven. She thinks she is really pretty," rolling his eyes he went back to digging.

"She is really pretty though," I mumbled to myself, but I guess he heard me cuz he scoffed. Ignoring him I used a mold to make another tower, he looked up and his eyes widened.

"No, no, no you're doing it all wrong." Without raising his voice a bit he scolded me. Concentrating on his on work he lectured me on how to make towers 'correctly'. "First you have to pack the sand hard in to the mold other wise you will have cracks. Secondly scrap the sand of the top of the mold with the flat end of the shovel-

Third Person POV

The afternoon went on like that, Jasper teaching Alice different elements of the sand castle mastery, she listening intently following his instructions to the letter. Around five o'clock the sand castle had grown to be monstrous and was very elaborate with towers, bridges, and windows. Designs were carved into the side with a stick by Alice's careful hand. When mom's started to realize how late it was they gathered up their things, telling their children how late it was and what all they still had to do. Jasper and Rosalie's mom told them after "five more minutes" that they really needed to head out. Setting in the west the sun was disappearing and evening was on the way.

Mrs. Hale's POV

"Sweetie," Jasper's mom asked, "Do you have someone taking you home?" glancing down at the little girl she saw that she was biting her lip as if deliberating whether or not to say something. Hurriedly a little red headed boy rushed over.

"We're going to walk home, ma'am don't worry we live close by." He nodded over and over as if to reassure himself that what he told me was the truth. Looking at him skeptically I squeezed Jasper's hand. He said his good byes and they all made promises to meet back up at the park tomorrow. Loaded up and seat belts fastened in the car we drove off as the three children started walking down the sidewalk.

"Who was your friend Jazzy?" I asked.

"Her name's Alice, isn't she great?" Without giving me a chance to answer he started to ramble on and on about how amazing she was. Clearly she was fantastic he didn't know anybody who had learned so fast how to build sand castles. Grinning to myself, I started thinking about how this would turn out. Meeting people he liked was rare for Jasper so every friend he made was fantastic.

Rosalie's POV

"Oooooo, Jasper's got a girlfriend, Jaspers got a girlfriend," I chanted at him.

He growled and screamed, "MOM! Tell her to stop."

Mom looked at me in the rear view mirror, "Rose that's enough, you know how hard it is for Jasper to make friends so be encouraging."

"Yeah be encouraging!" He repeated.

"Mom just called you a social retard and your gloating." I whispered under my breath just loudly enough for him to hear but just quietly enough that mom would not. Scowling he slouched further down in his sear and glared at me. He probably didn't even know what social retard meant. I had just learned today from Emmet. He was so smart and cute and cool. He was even cooler then his older brother Edward who was almost NINE, all nine year olds are cool it's a fact. I was so excited to go back to the park tomorrow and see him again. And maybe…just maybe, he was too.

Alice's POV

Starting the three mile trek back to our house I was wishing that Jazz's mommy had given us a ride. My knees hurt from kneeling in the sand all day with him and I hadn't eaten lunch.