DISCLAIMER: So on a journey of self-enlightenment I came across the Forest of Dreams. I found several people have dreamed of owning Twilight, such as what they would do, what they would change. Unfortunately I must inform all who still hope for it that Twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer alone. Also I came across a dream of someone opening a portal to another realm in order to steal a baguette from a French dude. Not sure if you are reading this, but Dreaming Trans-Dimensional Baguette Thief….I approve.

ENJOY my next chapter. Or don't! Oh and like the first whole part will be from Alice's point of view.

Apov

I was miffed. Well...no not really. Actually I was having a wonderful time. Everything we had done so far has been amazing and I have loved spending time with my mate. But she unknowingly found the one flaw with my psychic power.

She wasn't making any decisions. Everything was a spur of the moment, last minute thing. Which I didn't mind, except I had no idea what was going to happen next.

After my supposed kidnapping, she tore out of the parking lot like a woman on a mission. We sat in an awkward silence before she not so subtly turned on the radio. It wasn't so subtly because the volume had been left on max when it was last turned off. Both of jumped at the sound of 70's rock blaring out of the speakers. She had quickly turned it down and looked incredibly embarrassed. It was too perfect of a chance for me not to tease her.

"So my punishment in this kidnapping is to listen to the 70's?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

She turned sharply to me, "W-W-WHAT? What do you mean 'punishment'?"

I scoffed, "It's the 70's, no one likes the 70's."

Jasmine seemed like she wasn't able to decide if she was supposed to keep her eyes on the road or if she should glare at me.

"The 70's were awesome!" She stated quite indignantly, "The parties, the people, the clothes, and especially the music!"

I stared at her, jaw dropping in shock, "You're serious?"

"Heck yeah I'm serious!"

I sat up, "No. No. And an overall resounding no. The eighties were absolutely dreadful. The parties were marijuana and LSD induced. The people were rude and disgusting with all that free love crud. The clothing was so ridiculous and unfashionable. Sure the music may have had its fun moments but it was such an awful decade."

She stiffened, "How can you say that, the people from the 70's were MY people, I grew up with that music!"

I frowned, she was only 17, "What?"

She looked at me and notice my confusion, "My mom," she replied quickly, "She always played the 70's. I grew up listening to that."

"Oh."

Something seemed off about her response, but her heartbeat was so slow I couldn't tell if she was nervous. I frowned again, it was beating really slowly. Barely at 40 bpm's now. That couldn't be healthy. I would defiantly have to talk to Carlisle about it.

We continued to argue music all the way to, apparently, Port Angeles. She stuck with her ludicrous idea that the 70's were amazing, but besides that we both had surprisingly similar taste, even in the oldies. Both of us preferring the up beat songs of a decade but also sometimes enjoying the slower ones but only during certain occasions. We did agree that the boy bands and pop songs of the 90's were the worst.

When she pulled over in a parking spot on the main road I looked at the clock, which made me frown. I frowned because it only took us around 40 minutes to complete something that usually took over an hour. I didn't notice it as a vampire, but she exceedingly fast.

She cleared her throat, "Well moving on past your poor taste in music," she pointedly ignored my scoff, "we need to talk about what we are doing today."

I looked confused until I looked out the front window and noticed the giant mall. I squealed and started bouncing on the seat.

"SHOPPING!"

She started laughing. It took me a moment of just enjoying the sound of her beautiful laugh, but I quickly realized she wasn't laughing at my behavior like my siblings do, but rather at something she thought was funny. I turned an inquisitive eye at her, but it probably wasn't that effective with my wide smile that I had from the idea of shopping. She took one look at my face then opened her door. She was about to step out when she turned back to look at me.

"We aren't shopping."

I was speechless as she smirked at my face and proceeded out of the car. It took the sound of her closing her door to knock me out of my zone. I quickly scrabbled at of the car, and I didn't even try to hide the annoyance from my face and voice.

"What do you mean we aren't shopping?"

Even though I was slightly angry with her I didn't hesitate to slip my hand into hers when she offered it.

She smirked at me again, "You have been kidnapped. What did you think we were going to do the stuff that you wanted?"

I sputtered, "B-b-but it's the mall!"

She looked down at me with a raised eyebrow as we walked through the entrance.

"Yes Alice. It's a mall," she said it slowly, like I didn't understand.

I was about to give up when I remembered my secret weapon.

"Jasmine," I whined and put up my best pout and even added a little quiver for effect, enjoying the way her eyes widened at it, "can't we please go shopping?"

I knew she was mine. I knew it. She looked like she was finally going to bend when suddenly her face cleared up, wait what?

"Oh Alice, what kind of kidnapper would I be if I let the kidnaped tell me where to go. So no. No shopping," she smirked down at me.

I glared up at her, slightly turned on by the smirk on her face, "If we aren't shopping, then what ARE we doing?"

She stopped at this and looked around at the mall, apparently confused as to what we were supposed to do as well.

"Huh, I'm not sure, but don't worry, we'll find something to do."

I stared at her shocked; I ALWAYS had a plan for the mall. Not just to make it easier but so I could use visions to find deals and nicer outfits. I never just walked around. I stared around the mall as she dragged me around, totally at a loss as what to do. Jasmine apparently had no such problem. She laughed and smiled at everyone. People looked at us holding hands with expressions ranging from curiosity to jealousy to disgust. But regardless of what they looked at us like, Jasmine always made them smile back at us as she talked loudly and smiled graciously.

Her attitude surprised me. At the school she wasn't closed off, but she was never this. She seemed so much more open. I was curious why she was so happy so I asked her.

She looked away sheepishly, "Um, well, I-uh-kind of enjoy spending time with you."

I was shocked, ecstatic, and bubbly all rolled into one. I squeezed her hand tighter and she looked back down at me, smiling gently and squeezing me back. She turned to continue our walk when her eyes lit up brightly focused on a strange dark store hidden off to the side of the brightly lit up fashion stores. It was called Toy Maze and she immediately took off towards it.

"Come on Alice!"

I giggled at her child like antics, so similar to mine apparently when I go shopping. We entered the store and I discovered it to be a strange combination of a hobby shop, toy store and prank store. Jasmine quickly released my hand and disappeared into the aisles filled with brightly colored objects. My mate instincts kicked in and I tried to follow her down the aisle. However I quickly became lost in the maze, which seemed to have no sense of order. Some went vertical, others were horizontal, and other just went slightly diagonally to the point where the aisles became incredibly close. I could find no pattern or any organization. Plus the aisles were incredible tall so they were impossible to look over as a human which I was stuck pretending to be.

I was lost and turning when it happened.

"BOO!" the hideous green witch screamed out.

I freaked and jumped up and backward, squeaking. I took a deep unneeded breath and realized the witch just happened to talk in Jasmine's voice and had her laugh. Which was now echoing through the store.

"Jasmine!" I squealed, "Don't do that!"

She snorted and pulled off the mask, hanging it on the shelf next to her. My mind clicked as I realized this was another last minute decision, which is why I was unable to see it. Damn this girl. She just lives during the moment and doesn't make any plans, which makes it incredibly difficult to 'see' her.

I heard a cough behind me that sounded very much like someone trying to cover their laughter. I turned to notice an older woman working at the register; I had walked a full circle and was back at the entrance. She had a knowing smile on her lips as she watched us. I would have blushed if I could. She tsked at this.

"Oh hush now darling, you two enjoy yourselves, it's rare that I get customers so you two just go and have your fun, oh and if you get lost just look up."

I looked up and saw a detailed map painted onto the ceiling of the entire floor plan. I smirked, of course, no one ever looks up.

Jasmine grabbed my hand and towed me around the store. We spent the next twenty minutes playing around, teasing each other, and pointing out cool things. And to my incredible annoyance, Jasmine wearing different masks and jumping out and scaring me. After we had both explored a great deal of the shop we took the few items we wanted to purchase to the front. Jasmine had gotten a few metal toys that required you to separate the rings in some strange way, which informed me of her obsession with riddles, and the green witch mask she first scared me with. I grabbed a book of pranks along with several cute costumes, which had caused Jasmine's heart to pound when she saw me change into the almost slutty costumes.

Even with my vampire memory I still had to look up several times to figure out how to get out of this confusing store. Jasmine however seemed to simply walk forward and turn randomly, not caring if she turned down the wrong aisles. Finally we reach the exit, no thanks to Jasmine's horrible sense of direction.

When we placed our items on the counter and I asked about the strange layout of the store.

The older lady tilted her head, "Why do YOU think I had it set up like this."

My mind immediately went to casinos and their method to keeping their occupants inside such as no clocks and confusing layouts.

"You did it so that your customers would have to stay longer, which meant more chances of them finding something they like, which meant more profit."

She smiled and shook her head at the same time Jasmine loudly said no. Both of us looked at her confused.

She smiled at us, "It's so we get lost and have to find our inner child."

Both of us looked shock, but the older lady responded quietly first, "No one has ever guessed why."

I looked between the two of them before setting on Jasmine, "What do you mean?"

She smiled at me, "Your inner child, the one that wants to explore and get lost. The store is set up so you can do that, but at the same time they are the only one that can get you out. 'No one ever looks up' is an adult phrase. Kids are doing it constantly, whether up at the adults or just to look up at the world above them. If you never embrace your inner child you would never think to look up. But a kids eyes would roam the entire store, including the ceiling."

I stared at her open mouthed as the older lady smiled broadly.

"Thank you dear, I don't think I have ever met another who guessed correctly. Most assumed I did it to keep my customers trapped and other believe I just had really poor skills in design."

The two continued to talk about the store as she finished ringing up our items. She checked the computer before reading us the total. Both Jasmine and I reached for our wallets at the same time. We each gave each other pointed looks but thankfully I was able to pull mine out of my purse before she could. I started to smirk at her when I noticed her awe struck look.

"Is that your wallet?" she asked quietly and I nodded.

"Oh my gawd it is so adorable, can I see it?"

I stretch my arm out to her at the same time the vision hit.

I hold out my wallet to her.

She looks at it for a moment smiling.

Then she quickly snatches it from my hand and shoves it in her jeans back pocket.

She smirks at me.

"I can't believe you fell for that."

The lady behind the counter is laughing hysterically at my face.

I came out of the vision with a plan to stop her but it was too late. She quickly grabbed the wallet from my grip and just like my vision said shoved it into her back pocket. She smirks at me and finishes pulling out her own wallet.

"I can't believe you fell for that."

I ignore the laughing older lady and glared up at Jasmine as she slid her credit card to the lady, who's eyed widened strangely but had no problem taking it. I huffed at the two of them as they giggled at me. It was when the lady was handing Jasmine her card back that I noticed why she was shocked. It was gold.

My eyes widened at this. I would have never expected Jasmine to have a gold card. I myself have a black card but that is only because I spend so much on shopping, but with my psychic powers I am able to predict stocks so we never really run out of money. But how on earth does she have one?

We both said goodbye to the older lady, my mind still turning as we left the store. Jasmine again seemed to be on the hunt for a new store when she located a Cinnabon store. She smiled brightly at this and again pulled me in its direction. I laughed softly at her but followed just the same.

Minutes later we were sitting at one of the cafeteria tables as she ate her giant cinnamon roll. If my mind hadn't been on her card I also would have noticed that while ordering she never asked me if I wanted anything, like she knew I wouldn't. But while only a small part of my mind realized this, the rest was focused on her card. To get one a customer must fill up certain requirements and then even pay up a fee. With the black card it was $250,000 a year and up to $10,000 in fee's. I wasn't positive but the gold card should be around $150,000 and $5,500 in fees. How in gods name did an actual 17-year-old get it? My curiosity too much now I decided to ask.

"Jasmine," she looked away from her people watching, mouth covered in sugar.

I giggled at this before asking, "How do you have a gold card, those are extremely expensive."

Instantly her demeanor changed. She was no longer smiling and her eyes seemed to be filled with sadness. She looked down and set her roll on her plate. She took a napkin and wiped off the glaze from her face. She didn't look back up but stared down, thinking.

"My dad," she replied sounding forlorn, "he-uh…well he and I didn't exactly agree on everything. He owned a pretty successful business from his family. He had money. Lots of it. So one day, after another…incident occurred, he decided to kick me out, and my mother believing that it was her fault I was the way I was. But he knew that the rest of his high-class friends would shun him if they heard he kicked out his wife and daughter. So he gave me my own account and transferred all of my tuition funds along with a yearly allowance set to transfer from one of his remote account to my account for the next sixty years. I kind of splurged the first few years, and next thing I know I have gold card. Then he passed away a few years ago and I guess that he didn't hate me enough or that he didn't have any other kids because in his will I received pretty much everything including quite a few shares of his business. I could even go for black if I wanted to now but, I never really have a need to use it so it seemed kind of pointless."

By the time she finished I was on her bench and holding her. She wasn't crying or showing any sign that she really needed me to, but some part of me told me to. Some part of my told me that this story really hurt her.

"I am so sorry that I made you think about that," I apologized, mentally cursing myself for bringing up the subject.

She shook her head softly and turned to look at me, "No Alice, it happened some time ago. I won't lie, some days it hurts more than others, but I want you to know every part of me, the good and the bad. So please don't apologize."

It was at that point we both realized how close together our faces were, mere inches away. Both of our eyes quickly dropped down to the others lips. But some part of me wasn't ready; it was the part that was keeping the biggest secret away from her. I hadn't told her because I didn't want her to run away. I needed her more that I needed blood. If I didn't have her, then I didn't know what I would do.

But before I could say anything she quickly leaned forward and pecked me on the nose. My eyes followed her as she hopped up and gracefully took her tray over to a trashcan and dumped out the rest of her roll, which was over half surprisingly. She looked around before her eyes lit up on the sign hanging overhead. But as it was filled with tons of stores and places to go I couldn't tell what she was focusing on. Suddenly she turned back to me with a smile on her face. It wasn't as bright as before but it was still better than when she was talking about her father.

She walked back over to me, my eyes seemed to drop to her hips as they swayed. I was captivated by her each step. In fact I was so captivated that I didn't notice when she took her last step and was standing right in front of me with a massive grin across her face.

"See something you like?" she asked.

If I could have blushed I would have been a color very similar to scarlet. I tried to feign nonchalance but it didn't seem to work, as her grin got bigger. We stood there for what was probably only seconds but felt like an eternity. Finally she chuckled softly and released me from my embarrassment.

"Come on love, we have some time to kill, then I am thinking about doing something else. But I'm not entirely sure yet. However, until then," she took a deep breath as if preparing for the worst, "until then, we can go shopping."

I squealed and jumped up off the bench and hugged her as tightly as I could hug her, as she was a human. I quickly started rattling off all the stores I want to hit but before I could hit the tenth one she held up her hand stopping me.

"Sorry Alice, but we don't have that much time. There is something else I am thinking about doing."

I tried using my visions once again to see what we were doing but once again I found nothing.

"What are we doing that interferes with the most amazing thing in the world that is shopping?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

She snorted at me, "It's not that amazing," I snorted back, "and I haven't fully decided yet. For now just pick which stores you want to go to and we'll go from there."

Roughly thirty minutes later I came to the decision that Jasmine was no doubt the best shopping partner. Not because she wanted to be their or because she like trying on clothes. But rather her face and her responses every single time I came out of the dressing room. Her eyes would run down my body sending shivers down my back in a very good way. Plus she always managed to find someway that the outfit worked for me. Even in the most awful looking outfit her eyes and words still made me feel beautiful. I know because I checked, thinking that she was just being ridiculous when she kept complimenting me. I grabbed a hideous neon green tight top and some baggy colorful almost bell bottom pants. Throwing them on I almost hissed with disgust, then I smirked at the thought of Jasmine trying to compliment me. This always managed to throw Emmett and Jasper off as they tried to compliment some horrible outfit. I stepped out of the dressing room, clearing my throat to catch her attention. She turned to me and her eyes raked my body. And she swallowed audibly.

Gotcha.

"Wow," I smirked.

Wow? That's the best she could come up with?

Then I smelled it. My eyes grew in disbelief. No way.

"Um, Alice? The colors may not work to well, but you really look good in those clothes."

I stared at her open mouthed as the room filled with the scent of her arousal. She looked sheepishly away.

"Wait, you don't think I look awful in these?"

Suddenly her head snapped back to me, completely serious, "Please, as if you could look awful in anything. Everyone else in this world, the clothes wear them. But for you, you wear the clothes." Her eyes again raked my form, staying on my hips a second longer before continuing her speech, "Your beauty is practically unmatched and you completely understand fashion. Those clothes on anyone else probably wouldn't work. But with you? Your hips fit those pants perfectly and they accent your-um-well they accent you quite well. You look like you were poured into those pants based on how well they fit around your legs. And that top fits onto you like a skin suit and you fill it out perfectly."

At the end she realized what she said and again turned away embarrassed. But I turned to look at the mirrors outside the room. Before I had only focused on the negatives I had seen in this outfit, but now I focused on what she saw. Turning my body to the side I realized that the pants indeed took my butt and enhanced it incredibly. Plus my thighs looked pretty good. Bringing my gaze higher I noticed that the top, while ugly, took my smaller assets and made them seem astronomically bigger. I smiled as I realized that Jasmine was right.

"Hey can I borrow your phone?"

I looked at her confused, "Why?"

"Because I kidnapped you and if you have your phone you can call for help. So hand it over."

She smirked and held out her hand. Sighing I walked back into the dressing room and pulled my phone from my pants pocket. I walked back over and placed it in her outstretched hand. She opened it up and began to do something, tilting the phone away from me so I couldn't see. I huffed in annoyance.

"Hey, what I have been thinking of doing starts in about 20 minutes, so we can walk our stuff to the car before checking it out. Sorry but time to finish up," she threw at me without look up from whatever she was doing.

I focused on the future and once again found it muddy and confusing. I threw up my hands exasperated and stomped into the dressing room. She chucked at my antics, no doubt thinking I was upset over no longer shopping.

Changing in the dressing room moments later I heard a vibration from my phone, instantly I was hit with a vision.

"Have you seen Hitch yet?" she asks.

I smile up at her, "Nope, not yet."

She smiles at me before walking us up to the booth.

The boy inside gives us a creepy look.

Jasmine stiffens.

"Hello ladies, what can I do for you?" the attendant asks in an annoying flirtatious voice.

I'm about to growl when Jasmine interrupts.

"We would like two tickets to Hitch, the next showing," she responds quickly, venom in her voice.

The boy ignores her venom and smiles what he probably thinks is a sexy smile.

He rings us up and announces the total still smiling.

Jasmine pulls out her wallet and I frown up at her.

"Please let me pay for this," I ask.

She smirks down at me before returning to glare at the boy.

"Nope," she replies before handing the boy cash.

He gives us the tickets and change.

"If you ladies need anything," wiggling his eyebrows, "just let me know."

I came out of the vision seething. I was going to change a couple things about this future. I made a couple decisions and smirked when I saw that my changes would make things so much better.

Jpov

I was slightly worried about how Alice would feel going to the movies with me.

I mean it's kind of a date thing. It would make it a date. Well in my mind. Which is totally different than hers. She might not think it's a date. I never said date. I said kidnapping. So she might think I just want to be her friend. Which I do. But I also want to be more. But she still might not want it to be a date.

It was when we rounded the last corner and came up to the movie theatre and Alice starting bouncing that I was finally able to halt my mental rambling.

"Have you seen Hitch yet?" I asked.

She shook her head before giving me a studying look, "A romantic movie? On our first date? Wow aren't we gutsy."

I shut down.

Date? DATE? DATTTTEEEE?

I think I mutter some sort of thank you or something else along those lines as Alice lead me to the booth. The boy looks at us up and down and clearly like what he sees as he puts on a smile that could give Mike Newton a run for his money on creepiness. Instantly I am on guard.

"Hello ladies, what can I do for you?" he asks in what he probably think is a sultry voice.

I'm about to respond when Alice places a single finger on my thigh and begins to trace random patterns on it. I shut down again as almost every part of me focuses on her finger. Off in the distance I hear her respond.

"My date and I would like two tickets to the next showing."

My mind briefly notices the shocked look on the boys face as he fumbles a response and starts to work on his computer. Thankfully Alice removes her finger as he is printing the total and I am able to start reaching for my wallet.

Then Alice makes it worse. She places the tips of all her fingers on the back of my thigh and gently drags them upward. And keeps going up. And up. My eyes widen as I realize she isn't going to stop. I don't even register when the boy states a total.

Suddenly her is gone. I breathe a sigh in relief and my mind starts to function now that she stopped right below my butt. I am about to ask the boy to repeat the total when I watched as Alice slides him cash. I stare down at her. How? I had her wallet in my back pocket.

Then it clicked. I reached behind me at patted my back pocket. Empty. She pick pocketed me!

I mean I did steal it from her earlier but still. I looked down at her shocked. She feigns innocence and doesn't acknowledge my look.

The boy clears his throat and seems to gather his confidence, oh great. I can't wait.

"If you ladies need anything," wiggling his eyebrows, "just let me know."

I plan on simply ignoring him and dragging my little thief away when Alice leans forward on the counter almost seductively, a grin on her face.

"Actually there is something you could do for us," she replied softly.

The boy instantly perks up and leans forward, but I know Alice's smiles, and this is the one she has right before she teases someone.

Alice leans in even closer to the glass and incredibly seductively says, "Someone in the girls bathroom over there went to the bathroom on the floor. Can you go clean it up? Thanks!"

At the end Alice grabbed my hand and pulled me away, leaving the boy looking repulsed confused and flustered all at once. I had to place my hand over my mouth to keep from laughing and only Alice pulling my hand kept me from falling on floor. She tugged me through the door, pulling me inside before releasing me. We both busted up, catching the attention of the few people in the theatre. After a few moments we were finally able to our breath, we just stared at each other smiling. She tried to collect herself but was failing miserably.

"What?" she asked, still trying to feign innocence.

I simply shook my head at her and grabbed her hand, "Come on my little thief, we have a movie to watch.

Apov

For a moment I believed that my heart started beating when she claimed me with her endearment. Sure it was teasing, but that simple 'my' made me want to squeal and lift her up and swing her around. Which probably would have terrified her seeing as she probably doesn't realize how strong and fast I actually am.

As we watched the movie together I came across the idea of giving her my own endearment, something just for us. As I looked up at her, sitting next to me laughing brightly and eyes shining I realized what she was. She made me feel hope again, she made me feel like eternity wouldn't be lonely. She was my beautiful angel.

As soon as I thought that I was hit with a vision, but this one didn't feel right, it had a sense of foreboding.

Jasmine and I are holding hands, laughing about the movie.

She looked down at me and turned so that we were facing each other, inches apart.

She placed her hand on my cheek and gently reached down and kissed me on the nose again.

Leaning back she smiled happily at me.

"Come on my little thief, let's walk some more, it's not that late."

I smile up at her, "Alright my beautiful angel."

It was like a switch flipped.

She flinched and pulled her hand out of mine.

Her eyes fill with pain and fear.

"What?"

Concerned, "What's wrong angel?"

"Please don't call me that," flinching again

I look at her concerned as the hand that was just in mine started rubbing her arm anxiously.

"Jasmine? What's wrong?"

"N-nothing. Actually do you mind if we leave, I-uh-still have homework to do and I don't want to fall behind.

She doesn't wait for me to respond and walks away with her arms crossed.

I come out of the vision completely confused and terrified. What is so frightening for Jasmine about angels and the idea of damnation? Plus there is the thing with her arm, this time it wasn't her elbow but her forearm. It was the same manner though, as if she was trying to rub something off of her, something vile.

When the movie finished we walked out hand in hand and the scene played out exactly like my vision said it would.

Except I just replied with, "I would love to spend more time with you."

We walked around the small mall for as long as we could when we finally noticed how dark it was getting outside.

"Jasmine, aren't your parents going to be worried? Shouldn't we be going back soon?"

She gave me a sad smile, "Not really, it's just me."

I turned sharply to her, "You live ALONE?" She nodded.

"But didn't you move here with your grandmother?"

"Yup, but she went to live in a retirement home back near her home."

I knew she had problems with her father so I asked, "What happened to your mother?"

She looked away quickly, not before I noticed the guilty look on her face, "She's been gone for some time now."

I immediately apologized, "Oh Jasmine, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"

She shrugged, "It's alright, we knew it was coming and that she would have to leave soon, just happens with time I guess."

I frowned, it wouldn't happen to me, time would never touch me.

"So there is seriously no one living with you? What about other relatives?"

She shook her head smiling, "Nope, just me."
I didn't like this, my mate alone. Wait, I could use this to spend more time with her.

"Hey Jasmine, how about you come spend some nights at my home with me and my family? I really don't like the idea of you living in a home by yourself."

She looked surprised, "Really? Are you sure your parents would be okay with it?

I laughed, "I'm positive, Esme will have a panic attack later when she hears that you live by yourself and will most likely demand that you move in with us just to be safe."

She laughed back thinking that I was joking.

"Jay, I'm not kidding."

She looked at me laughing until she noticed my serious expression.

"Wait, really? Are you serious?"

I nodded slowly. She looked up shocked and with a small smile on her face. She tightened her grip on me gently.

"Well, how about you come over tonight just to give it a test run?" I asked.

She thought it over before a strange look crossed her face.

"Not tonight, there are some things I want to take car of back home. I still haven't even finished unpacking. How about a sleepover this weekend, it's only Tuesday so we still have time to plan and make sure I'm not popping out uninvited at your place," she ended with a tight laugh.

I frowned, I really wanted to be with my mate.

We kept walking around the barely occupied mall for another almost half an hour simply window-shopping till we realized it was getting darker outside.

"Come on Alice, let's get you back home."
I smiled back and was about to respond when I was pulled into a vision.

We are walking out to the car in the dark parking lot laughing.

Suddenly two drunken men step out in front of us.

"Hey ladies, how about we have some fun tonight?" one asked slurring.

"No," Both of us reply sharply.

"Oh come on," we hear behind us, "Don't be like that."

Turning we notice two more walking up to us grinning.

I came out of the vision growling and my hand protectively around my mates. No one hurts my mate and lives though the day. I. Will. Hurt. Them.

I looked around and noticed we had stopped walking. I turned up towards Jasmine and noticed her concern.

"What's wrong Alice, you sort of glazed off on me then came out looking really pissed." she commented, worried.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking of something." I reassured her.

As we were walking toward the exit on the far side of the mall I starting running through ideas on how to deal with the men. Some animalistic side of me wanted to go out and meet them, and them hurt them for threatening my mate. But every time that we met them, regardless of the outcome, she retreated after. And I love how playful and relaxed our date has been. Finally after running through ideas I came across one that worked in both getting rid of the men and keeping Jasmine in a better mood. I frowned slightly though because while this kept her happy, it didn't really let me hurt these monsters. But if it kept my mate happy then I would do this for her.

I looked up at her, "Hey Jay, do you mind if we stop by the security. A couple weeks ago I lost my scarf here, do you mind if I hop in to see if it is?"

She nodded, "Sure love, do you know where security is?"
I could have scoffed at that, a seer/shopaholic not knowing where something is in a mall.

"Yeah, I have been here before you know," I added teasingly.

She looked away sheepishly, "Fine yes, yes. Let's go brat."

We teased each other as I directed us toward the office. I stopped us in front and looked up at my gorgeous mate.

"Alright, I'll run in real quick and see if they have it."

She nodded and before I could turn she quickly dropped down and pecked me on the cheek again. I smiled brightly up at her then turned and walked into the office. I pretended to look around before my eyes fell upon a group of six men standing around a desk wearing shirts with Security printed in bright yellow letters. I walked over to them and they noticed me approaching them.

"Hello," I commented weakly.

I heard a couple of grunts and mumbled replies.

"Hello miss, what can we do for you?" the largest man sitting at the desk asked.

"Um, well I was walking with my girlfriend when I looked out the window and noticed that a bunch of guys are standing around our car," the entire group of men tensed, "And with what I have heard lately about a group of men attacking girls I decided to talk to you guys about it."

"Smart decisions miss, why don't you tell us where you parked and we'll deal with this."

I told him where and how many before retreating out of the office. I looked around and noticed Jasmine across the way looking in a window at a pair of jeans. I would get her in a dress if it were the last thing I do. Smiling at my thought I crossed the way and intertwined our arms.

"Hi gorgeous," I said cheerily.

She looked down at me and smiled brightly, "Hi yourself, did they have your scarf?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. I looked into her eyes and gave her a pout, "They didn't, but you know, the place that I got it isn't to far from here…" I trailed off making my lips tremble slightly.

She took one look at my pout before rolling her eyes, "Alright my little thief, where are we going?"

I laughed before turning her away from the exit and the security, hearing that they were ready and about to leave the office, and I didn't want her to see that. I directed her to a small fashion store and quickly scanned it. I noticed a scarf that would match the outfit I was wearing; I was also pleased to see that it was right next to the skirts and more feminine outfits. I pulled her over and quickly grabbed the scarf. I let her go and wrapped it around my neck and gave Jasmine a little twirl.

"Well, what do you think?" I asked.

I listened as she audibly swallowed, "I think you look beautiful, but I would like to say that it wouldn't matter with whatever you were wearing, I think you look beautiful all of the time."

I turned back to her grinning and noticed her embarrassed expression. I quickly hopped over to her and kissed her gently on the cheek, lingering longer than usual.

"Thank you Jasmine," I whispered gently, blowing softly on her ear.

I danced internally when I felt her shiver under my breath. I leaned back a reveled in the sound of her heart pounding quickly and the light blush on her cheeks that proved she would be scarlet if her heart beat at a normal pace.

'Um-uh-well-uh-why don't we purchase your scarf, then-uh-head out?"

I smiled at her stumbling before I felt vision come on. I quickly looked through it before popping back out. If we left now we would show up as the men were fighting the security, and that would freak her out. I would have to distract her for a little bit longer. Letting my eyes scan over the store I noticed an adorable skirt with a perfect top for Jasmine. Bingo. I audibly gasped and Jasmine's eyes trailed mine.

"Oh my gosh, Jasmine you have to try that on."

She looked frazzled, "Wait, what?"

Ignoring her question I grabbed her hand again before running over and pulling down the outfit. I spun her around and pulled her over to the dressing room. I placed the outfit in her hands before shoving her through the door and closing it behind her.

And I waited.

It felt like several minutes had passed and still no sounds were coming from the room besides her breathing and her slow heart beat.

"Jasmine?"

"Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Mmhmm"

I waited.

"Are you changed yet?"

"No."

I bristled, "Why not?"
"Cause I am still trying to figure out how I got in here."

I laughed, "Come on Jay, just throw the clothes on and let me see you in them."

"Um, okay I guess."

Finally I could hear the sounds of her getting undressed. Trying not to focus on what the thought of her naked right on the other side of the thin door did to me, I made my head think about the men outside. I made the decision to leave after she changes back into her clothes and I was pulled into a vision. After I smiled because all it was the two of us walking hand in hand toward the car each holding a bag from this store.

The sound of a door creaking open pulled me from my thoughts and when I looked as Jasmine I think I may have died. No scratch that, if I didn't know that it was physically impossible I would have said that my heart started up again. Venom pooled in my mouth and I was forced to swallow repeated as I stared at her form-fitting top that accented every one of her curves perfectly. The skirt stopped at her knees and showed off her calves, which were surprisingly muscular, not bulging like Emmett's, but lean and compact.

"Well what do you think?" she asked, giving a small twirl.

I was speechless as my eyes focus on her thighs and-uh-higher areas. Mainly her butt. Which was perfect. In every aspect. I'm not entire positive how long I stood there gazing over her body, but it was long enough for her to have to walk over and wave her hand in front of my face.

"Alice? Alice love, you okay?"

I shook my head to clear my not entire clean thoughts, "Ah, yeah, um sorry."

Trying to make my thoughts coherent, I turned and looked away embarrassed.

Unfortunately, Jasmine took this the wrong way.

"Does it really look that bad?"

I turned sharply back to her, "NO!"

Eyes wide, Jasmine stared at me.

Trying to keep eye contact, "It-um-looks really good on you."

It took a moment but I saw the understanding as it crossed her face. However right after that came this mischievous grin that made me quite nervous.

"Really? You think it looks good?" I nodded silently; suddenly she turned to the side and lifted herself on her toes, tightening her legs and butt.

"I don't know about this skirt, I thinks it's a little too long, I'd probably want it to be around…" she reached down and with one finger grabbed the edge of the skirt and started slowly pulling up.

My eyes trailer her fingers as they slowly dragged upwards. The venom that had finally calmed down came back full force and rapidly filled my mouth. I couldn't even swallow my mind was so confused.

"…here," Jasmine stopped her tease halfway up her thigh.

I stared at the excess thigh that she was showing trying to put together a thought. I wasn't even going to try for a sentence because I was fairly positive that nothing even close to English would have come out of my mouth. I focused and tried to pull together, this was ridiculous. I was a 90-year-old vampire who had put on runway shows and watched the models change. No reaction. 17-year-old human girl shows me a bit more thigh and I am reduced to mush. I forced myself to lift my gaze from her tantalizing thighs and up to her eyes. That when I noticed the smirk plastered across her face. I huffed in annoyance at that and looked away. She laughed before turning and walking back into the dressing room.

"What?" I called after her.

"Oh nothing honey, just that if those are the reactions I get to wearing clothes you pick out for me, I might start letting you choose my wardrobe."

I huffed again, slightly annoyed at her antics and incredibly pleased at her calling me honey. I smiled though as I listened to her humming randomly in the room as she changed back to her outfit. She is just so adorable.

A minute later we were walking towards the check out with both my scarf and her outfit. However before we could get there, Jasmine let out a small sigh. I looked at her and noticed her looking something on the wall; I followed her gaze and saw the hats all over the wall.

"Oh, I wanted to get a new hat, I sat on my old one."

I frowned; hats weren't really her look, but before I could say anything she looked down at me.

"Um, Alice, since you're so good at shopping and you get fashion, do you think you could pick one out for me?"

I was elated. My mate was asking for help on shopping! Granted it was for something that I didn't think she should buy but if it made her happy then I was totally buying one. I quickly nodded and pushed my scarf into her hands and turned to the wall. I walked over and scanned the wall. It took me a minute to peruse through the stuff that was either totally hideous or wouldn't match her look. Finally I came across a fedora that didn't seem too bad. I grabbed it and turned to put it on her.

She wasn't there.

I looked around confused and worried. But then I noticed her standing at the check out getting a recite. I threw the hat back and rushed over to her.

"Jasmine? I thought you wanted a hat?" I asked confused.

"Oh, yeah. No not really," she looked embarrassed, "that was just to get you to go away so I could pay for your scarf."

My jaw dropped, "What?" I shrieked.

"Ah, yeah. I needed you to go over there where you couldn't see me pay for everything."

I was speechless. She looked away sheepishly. She distracted me. This brat distracted me. She took one look at my enraged/shock face, grabbed the bags and ran out of the store. Throwing a thank you to the worker over her shoulder.

I stared at her retreating figure as she tried, and failed, to contain her laughter.

I looked at the attendant when I realized that he was laughing also. I looked at him totally shocked.

"Did that really happen? Did she just…" I trailed off.

He laughed, "You might want to stop asking questions and start running after her. She has a bit of a head start."

My eyes widened, throwing him a thank you as well I took off after my annoying, deceiving, sneaky, brat of a mate. I turned the corner and noticed her running form flying down the hall, the few occupants turning to look at her. Some part of me realized that she had gotten incredibly far away for the speed of a regular human being, especially one with a heart problem. But too caught up in the moment I simply chased after her, even allowing some of my vampire speed to give me a little bit of a boost. She turned the last corner, stopping to turn back and grin at my gaining figure. She disappeared around the corner; it only took me a few more seconds to follow. Turning the corner I looked for her figure but nothing was there. I freaked and looked around trying to find her. I focused my hearing and listened hard. I heard a slow heart beat nearby…

"BOO!"

I jumped back as the figure swung out in front of me, scaring the bejeezuz out of me. Some part of me told me that this was my mate so I didn't attack. The rest of me was still startled by the rapid appearance.

"Jasmine! Don't do that!" I nearly shouted.

She laughed loudly, "Sorry love, but it was just to perfect of a chance to pass up."

I tried to glare at her but the sound of her laugh just made me smile. She reached out with her hand, I could tell she wanted to but was giving me the choice.

Silly human, she didn't think I would want to hold my mate.

Smiling up at her I slid my fingers through hers and tightened my grip.

She chuckled, "You should have seen yourself, I swear you jumped back ten feet in fear. You are such a scaredy-cat."

I rolled my eyes, "Or maybe it's cause you are so terrifying looking you big ape."

She raised her eyebrow, "You only think I am big because you are so small, to normal sized people I fit in perfectly."

I scoffed, "I am not short, I'm fun sized."

I stared at her as she opened her mouth…then closed it…then opened it again.

After several moments she shrugged, "Not going to try and tell you you're wrong, I'd rather end this kidnapping on a good note."

I stared at her open mouthed as she shrugged again. Brat.

"Come on you ape, take me home," I said.

She gave a short laugh before walking through the exit towards the car mumbling something about the kidnapped giving the orders. I took a look around and was pleased to see it was empty around the lot. We hopped into the car and in no time we were heading back to Forks. Looking at the speedometer I was shock to see the small Honda doing almost 90. With our cars it's easy to reach these speeds, but I was surprised that her tiny car could hit them.

"You in a race over there Jay?" I asked.

She laughed, "No, I just like to drive fast. Speed is fun."
She looked at me concerned, "Wait do you want me to slow down, because I will if you want."

I smiled and shook my head, "I love speed so don't worry. I'm just surprised that your car can actually go this fast."

Jasmine grinned cockily, "Yeah, at first it wouldn't but after I played around with it for a bit I could increase the performance a lot."

I looked at her shocked, "You work with cars?"

She seemed to think about this by biting her lip and scrunching her face up. I stared at the piece of flesh between her teeth. Venom pored again as I imagined all the things I would like to do to that lip before Jasmine, making some strange movements with her shoulders and head, pulled me out of my incredibly vulgar thoughts.

"Sort of," she commented, "I don't really do it for a hobby, but whenever something goes wrong I can usually work it out."

I looked down at the gauge and noticed it slipping past 95 as she swerved between the lanes, expertly flying past the other cars.

"And I'm guessing that not going fast enough is something wrong with some cars."

She shrugged, "I guess, it was just too slow."

I smirked; Rosalie and her were going to get along just fine with their love for fast cars. My smirk turned to a frown as I remembered her gold card. But if she has so much money, why not get something with a little more power?

"Hey Jay, if you can afford it, why not buy a car with more oomph?"

She gasped theatrically, "What are you talking about? Fred has more than enough power."

"…Fred?"

"Yes Fred, he and I have been through a lot," she reached over and patted the dashboard, "Honestly, I could get a better car, just this one has so much value to me. Plus I really don't need to stand out anymore. Second day in Forks and the first person to actually talk to the Cullen's."

We both laughed at this before falling into a comfortable silence. We held hands over the console and I internally swooned as she absentmindedly drew lines with her thumb on my hand. I reveled in the tingling sensation that her touch brought me. In the background, 70's continued to play and I am ashamed to admit that occasionally sung or hummed along to the music. I may have hated it but I still lived through it and it is incredibly difficult to forget an entire decade of music. Jasmine always seemed to giggle at me as I joined the singers in the bands.

Too soon we pulled through Forks and down onto the long and eerie driveway. We pulled through the last area and I noticed the lights were on in the living room, no doubt an interrogation waiting for me. Jasmine parked the car by the porch and we both popped out. Jasmine next to me cleared her throat and I realized that she had a speech prepared, I grinned in anticipation.

"Well, Alice. Today has been a great day for me. I hope that you weren't too upset about me kidnapping you even though you got to go shopping. But I want you to know that today was one of the best days of my life and I loved spending time with you."

I smiled softly at how adorable she was with her little speech. I walked over until I was standing right next to her.

"Jasmine, if you plan on kidnapping me again, just know that I fully anticipate it again. I had a blast with you and even though you wouldn't let me pay, I would still do every second of it all over again if I could."

We smiled at each other for a minute just gazing into each other's eyes. I pulled myself from her beautiful brown depths and reached into the trunk, pulling out what had to be the smallest amount of bags that I had ever bought.

She smiled at me before placing her hand on my back and directing me towards the porch.

"Come on my little thief, unlike me, you have people at home who can actually get upset for how late you were out."

I frowned again as I was reminded that she lives alone now.

We walked up the stairs and stood in front of the door. I quickly opened the door, threw the bags inside and shut it again. I did however notice Edward standing right there with some strange expression on his face. Knowing that he was probably about to interrupt our moment I grabbed the door nob and discreetly pulled it using my vampire strength. I heard a growl from the other room as Edward read my mind, I growled back at a volume to low for Jasmine to hear and a few quiet chuckles. I turned to Jasmine and noticed her smiling too; I tilted my head, there is no way she could have heard any of that.

"Well," she commented, now looking nervous, "I had fun on our date tonight Alice."

I smirked and decided to tease her again, "Oh a date huh? And here I was thinking it was a simple kidnapping."

She took a deep breath as if preparing herself, "But you don't really do this on a kidnapping."

She cupped my face in her hands and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on the edge of my lips. I could hear her heart racing as our lips, regardless of how small amount, touched. I moaned softly at the tingling sensation the feeling of her lips gave me. Too soon she leaned back, pulling away, her eyelids heavy. A shudder ran through my body at the look she was giving me.

She whispered a soft goodbye, and then she was gone. It took me a moment to collect myself to watch her drive away, her face slightly flushed. I grinned as she disappeared down the long driveway, leaning back against the door I closed my eyes and listened to her drive and soon she was out of range of my hearing.

I was hit with a quick vision of Emmett messing with me but I was in too much of a euphoric state to care. I heard him sneak up to the other side of the door and quickly pull it open. I simply dropped backwards onto the floor with a loud thunk. I stared up at the ceiling just smiling and think back on our date and especially our kiss, however brief. Emmett and Rosalie interrupted my view of the white ceiling as they leaned over me, both with wide grins on their faces.

"Hey Rose," Emmett chuckled out, "I think Jasmine broke her."

Rosalie laughed, "Yeah, I think this is the first time she has been reduced to a pile of mush."

Emmett looked back at me, "So? I'm guessing you enjoyed being kidnapped?"
I grinned brightly, "Oh yeah Emmett, I loved every second of it."

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