Summary: Jasper Hale barely knows Alice Brandon. But, boy does Alice Brandon know Jasper Hale! Jasper has always admired Alice, for her wits, her looks, her sweet nature. But little does Jasper know that he is constantly spied on, by none other than Alice Brandon. Read to find out what happens! All human, canon couples, a tad OOC. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, Stephenie does though!
Now, read my sexy peoples, read!

"Shh! Bella!" I shushed my loud-mouth best friend.
"Yeah, Emmett, I just don't know about that quiz, I mean, seriously how could Mr. Berty just spring that on us?" I heard Jasper say to one oh his best friends Emmett McCarty.
"I dunno, bro, all I know is that Rose is hot, and English sucks," Emmett replied.
That was one of the perks that came with stalking Jasper Hale, you got to find out the latest "Cullen Gossip," as me and Bella called it.
"Dude, that's gross she's my freaking twin sister!" Jasper exclaimed.
"Sorry, man, but you just can't deny the hotness!"
"If you like her so much ask her out," Jasper stated obviously. Smart, man.
"Bro, she's got a boyfriend!"
"You think I don't know that? Her and Royce are always off and on, one minute she's all 'Oh, Royce, you're so wonderful!' And then the next she's all, 'Ugh! Royce you're such a disgusting pig!'" Jasper said in a pretty good impersonation of Rosalie.
"But, what if I ask her out while they're on?" Emmett asked.
"Make sure they're off!" Duh.
"What if...?" Their voices were drowned out as they both hopped into Emmett's monster Jeep, slammed the doors shut, and sped off.

I stepped out from behind the bush me and Bella were crouched down behind.
"Sometimes I really can't believe you, Al," Bella told me.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"You and your stalking!" Bella exclaimed.
"I don't stalk him!" I defended myself automatically, even though she was right, and I knew it. "I just like him a lot, and want to know more about him!"
"Hmm, maybe you could try actually talking to him!" she suggested.
I gasped, like I could ever force myself to utter words out of my mouth when I was near Jasper Whitlock Hale. Impossible!
Bella groaned, "You're crazy, you know that?"
"Yes, but you know you love it!"
"Ah, that I do, my spiky haired pixie, that I do," she responded.
I grabbed her hand, and we walked to my yellow Porsche, I had had duty this morning. We took turns picking each other up to take them to school.
Since it was Friday, Bella was going to spend the night over at my house, and stay the whole weekend like we did every Friday. We alternated that too. I started fooling around with the knob on the stereo, finding my station and turning the music up. Ugh, I hated this song! I grabbed my iPod out of my purse and snapped it in. Fireflies by Owl City started blaring out through the speakers.
I started to sing along, as did Bella:
"You would not believe your eyes,
If ten million fireflies,

Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air,

And leave teardrops everywhere

You'd think me rude but I would just stand and stare...,"

We continued singing the song and then we did a few of my other favorites and in what felt like no time at all we were home.

I eagerly hopped out of my car, and skipped to the door of my house with Bella trailing behind me. I opened the door called out, "Hey, mom!"
And Bella called, "Hi, Mrs. Brandon!"
"Hello, girls," my mom called back from the kitchen. Me and Bella made our way up to my wonderfully pink room, full of fun-ness galore! (Alice's room is on my profile.)
"So, what do you wanna do?" I asked Bella.
She shrugged and said, "I dunno, whatever is fine with me."
"Okay! Whatever, it is!" I announced.
Bella grinned at my enthusiasm.
"No, but seriously what do you want to do?" I asked.
"Is this your way of trying to make me get bored out of my mind enough, to quiz you on Jasper?" she asked me.
"Possibly," I said, hiding my face.

"Ugh, your so sick! Okay, his favorite color?"
"Blue."
"Favorite band?"
"Linkin Park."
"Favorite sport?

"Baseball."

"One of his flaws?"
"He's camera shy."
"How much do you know about this boy?!" Bella asked, wildly.
I shrugged, "I dunno, a lot."

"Crying shame," she muttered, shaking her head.
"Oh well! Music?" I wondered.
"Sure."
I grabbed my iPod and plugged it into my iHome, music started blaring out of the speakers. I went to my closet, and grabbed two tennis rackets, and a balloon. I blew into it and it expanded. I tied a knot at the bottom, and hit it with the racket. Bella got the other racket and hit it back to me, we kept hitting the balloon back and forth singing to my music, until my mother called from downstairs, "Girls! Dinner's ready!"
"Let's go," I said to Bella, and shouted, "Coming!" downstairs to my momma.
Me and Bella went downstairs, and to the dining room. My folks were sitting at the table eating fettuccine Alfredo, "Hello, sweetie," my dad said not saying anything to Bella. He didn't like Bella because of her father Chief Swan, had caught him stealing from Home Depot, he served a few years. I wasn't particularly fond of my father.
"Hi dad," I said, not looking at him.

I took my seat beside my dad, and Bella sat beside my mom. He preferred it that way.

"So, girls," my mom started, "How was school?"

"Meh," I said.

"The usual," Bella stated.

"Not very exciting, eh?" my dad asked, looking at me.

"No, not really," I began, "We learned crap that we forgot as soon as it was taught. And then we did what we always do after school."

"And what's that?" my mom pressed.
"Uh, nothing," my parents didn't exactly know about my...admiration of Jasper Hale.

"Hmm," my mom nodded.

For a few minutes we ate in silence.

"So, Bella, are you excited for Christmas?" my mom asked.

"Oh yeah!" Bella exclaimed, "I mean, yeah, me and my dad are going to go see Renee."

"Renee? Your mother?" my dad asked, talking to her for the first time since the incident.

"Yeah, my parents are split."

"Oh, I'm sorry," my mom apologized.

"No, don't apologize it isn't your fault. I guess they just grew apart. I don't even remember them being together they divorced when I was only three," Bella explained.

"Shame," I heard my dad mutter. I think Bella did too.

It was quiet then, nobody really knew what to talk about, I assumed Bella always thought these dinners over at my house were awkward. But I loved it over at her house, her house was small and cozy, and Charlie was just so nice. I loved it there, I wanted to meet Renee. By the way Bella talked about her I could tell she was a very fun-loving woman. I wanted to meet her, and one way or another I would, I would follow Bella to Jacksonville if I had too. I laughed out loud at the thought of Bella's reaction of finding me in the trunk when she was getting her bags out to go board the plane.

"What?" Bella asked.

"Funny thought," I murmured.

"Hmm."

After dinner me and Bella went upstairs to my room again, we got on MySpace.

"Aaahhhh!" I screamed.

"What?!" Bella asked.

"Look! Look, at my friend request!" I yelled at her.

"What—Who?! Oh my God! Jasper freaking Hale!" Bella exclaimed.

I clicked accept, and clicked on his picture, to view his profile. I looked at his picture, it was of him, Emmett, and Jasper sitting on a beige couch with Wii remotes in their hands, pointing at the camera. Jasper had a huge grin on his face, and his blonde hair was falling in his face, I assumed he was winning. Edward had a look of concentration on his face, his green eyes were wide. But Emmett was hilarious, he looked like he was constipated, and he was gritting his teeth, he was on his knees, and his arm looked blurry, I could imagine him playing swinging his arm around like a maniac.

"L—look at Emmett!" I stuttered out through fits of laughter.

Bella did, and she started laughing too.

After we were done laughing Bella said, "Hmm, Edward looks pretty hot there."

"I knew it!"

"Knew what?"

"That you have the hots for a certain Edward Cullen!"

"I do not!"

"You do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Not!"

"Too!"

"Too!"

"Not!"

"Aha!" Bella exclaimed.

"Crap!" I yelled.

Bella started laughing like a maniac, and eventually I joined in too.

"I can't believe you fell for that again," Bella muttered.

"Well, I'm sorry you're just too smart for me!" I lied.

"I know."

"Too," I muttered.

"Ugh!" Bella groaned.

"Quit your groanin' and moanin'," I scolded.

Bella laughed.

I continued to look at Jasper's profile, and I found out that he was a very deep person, even deeper than I thought he was.

"How many friends do you have?" Bella asked about five minutes later.

"A lot," I told her, "I accept every friend request that I get if it's someone I know, I'm friends with lots of people that I hate, Lauren Mallory for instance, Jessica Stanley, all them."

"You sent a friend request to Lauren?"

"No, Lauren sent a friend request to me."

"But, why? She hates us, she hates everybody except hot guys, and fake girls."

"Yeah, but nobody cares about that on MySpace, if you know 'em add 'em, simple stuff, babe."

"Oh."

Bella was so inexperienced. Well, I couldn't blame her, I had no clue what I had just said.

"So...," Bella started.

"So...what?" I asked.
"I don't know I'm bored," Bella told me.

"I'm sorry, I'm boring."

"No, not at all. I'm just...I don't know..."

"Wanna go bowling?" I suggested.

"Yeah! Let's go!"

We went downstairs, and told my parents that we were going bowling, and we headed out to my car. I loved my car.

The way to the bowling alley was confusing enough without the rain pouring down on the windshield. Stupid Forks. I turned on the GPS, and let that guide me.

"You have reached your destination," the robotic voice sounded out of the system, when we were there. I got put of the car, and me and Bella pulled on our hoods. We ran to the door, with excitement. I pushed the door but it wouldn't open, then I noticed it said, "Pull." I giggled nervously.

"Nice."

"I know."

We went up to the counter got our lane, and our shoes. I was a four. In kids. Small feet.

I made sure that we had the little things on the side that blocked you from getting a gutter ball. (I know what they're called, Alice doesn't though!)

We started to play and we were both well aware that we sucked. One time I threw the ball and it went over two lanes down. But I still got a strike! It was pretty awesome. Me and Bella started to talk about one of my favorite subjects—boys.

"Bella, you need a boyfriend."

"I have one, what are you talking about?"

"You have a boyfriend, and you didn't even tell me?!" I asked outraged.

"Yeah, my nonexistent one with the face of Johnny Depp, the body of Taylor Lautner and the eyes of Daniel Radcliffe, he's a riot!" Bella joked.

"Ugh! I hate you! I totally believed you!"

We chatted some more and then some guys about our age came in to the lane next to us. Three guys...they looked strangely familiar. Hmm, maybe because they were.

Emmett McCarty. Edward Cullen. And...You guessed it!

Jasper freaking Hale.