Disclaimer: I don't own the Twilight-saga and Alice owns Jasper... lucky b (:

"JASPER!" Alice squealed and pulled away from me.

Third time's a charm and I had been sending waves of lust her way for the past hour. Last time I focused, Bella was oblivious downstairs, so there was no need to worry about her, but it's been like this for weeks; Alice was concentrating mostly on Bella. The wedding to be exact…

Quite frankly, I'm sick of it. Her stress was overwhelming and yet the sheer passion radiating from her when I was dragged shopping with her and Bella last night. Edward's hunting trip turned into an exclusive Emmett-Edward-Carlisle bachelor party. Because of Rosalie's obsession of cars and her disinterest in the wedding, Esme and Rose went off to some car show in Seattle.

Here I was, left with Alice to hold up dresses to the light, reach higher shelves, or go off with the two to feel Bella's desperate impatience. Boy, had I been there.

"Alice, come on… You've been at it all day," I sighed and sat down on the armchair right across the doorway of our walk-in closet that was stocked with different dressed that she had already bought for what-if's.

"Let me concentrate, Jazz, and I promise I'll stop. Go down and make sure Bella's okay. I haven't spoken to her in two hours. Make sure she's okay," Alice said turning around and pulling me off the armchair.

"But, Alice—" I began, but she was way ahead of me and before I could say another word, she shut and locked the door on me. Like that would keep me out, but her attempt was adorable.

"Jazz, I mean it," she growled from behind the door. I sighed and went down the hall toward Carlisle's study. He had given all of us permission to take a book, a novel, anything whenever we wished and I had been taking advantage of this offer lately, working on my third novel in the past week.

And then I felt it. Depression, uncertainty, waves and waves of emotions that were anything but excited... It couldn't be Alice, her excitement was still pouring out of that closet. So I went down the hall, silently descending the stairs and finding Bella on the windowsill watching the violent rain colliding with the windowpane.

I could feel recollection, blame, self-hatred, the strongest feelings I had gotten from Bella since she had first stumbled into our family's—well…

Bella's mind was under lock-down for Edward and although it was easy to manipulate her emotions, deciphering them was a whole other story.

Her eyes shot over to my gaze as I sat beside her on the windowsill. She then sighed and I felt a rush of relief. "I thought you were Alice," she explained with a small smile.

I nodded slightly and looked toward the stairwell. "I doubt she'll be down anytime soon… you're free for another hour I think…"

She smiled and then her gaze went back to the window. What was I supposed to ask; are you okay? Of course she wasn't and I knew that… I knew what she was upset over as well. So should I talk to her?

"I know exactly how you feel," I began and she looked toward me amused. "Not like that, I mean I've been in your position before," I amended, amused by my own poor choice of words.

"It's not that I don't love him… I do, it's hard," Bella answered quickly.

She began to explain herself further, but I spoke up. "I didn't propose to Alice…" Here we go…

CLIFFHANGER! I need at least three reviews to post the real story behind Alice and Jasper's wedding fiasco. Bella and Jasper have something in common? OHMIGOD. The cliffhanger was on purpose. I want reviews. So yeah, REVIEW, don't JUST story alert. This isn't gonna be a Jasper/Bella slash.