I was exited, nervous, happy, sad, impatient, like a big ball of emotions.

My Name is Alice Mary Brandon; I'm a fashion designer – well trying to be one anyway.

Back home in Biloxi, Mississippi I always advised my parents on clothes and I would play dress up with my younger sister Cynthia and hold a catwalk to my friends and family. So from a young age I was into fashion. I'd take my designs to all kinds of agencies and I even tried to be on project runway, but they all said the same thing. To young and doesn't know what she wants yet, they told me I would change my mind and move on, they said I wouldn't be able to handle the pressure of the fashion industry and that I should try something else.

I briefly considered modelling, but I knew my height would hold me back!

I decided to try my luck somewhere else. So, I packed up my bags and I'm moving to New York. My auntie has a flat she doesn't use there so she's letting me have it.

My hands fiddled with the hem of my dress – which I made myself – as I stared out the window where the breath taking site of New York greeted me. I bit my lip.

"Calm down love, we're almost there." Tom – the taxi driver – said.

Tom was so nice, we talked about ourselves on the trip. Tom was 52 in two months and had a wife and 3 children his eldest daughter - Connie - was expecting a baby soon, he didn't mind being a taxi driver because he loved to travel – he told me about the places he'd been to like Thailand and Africa and I was so jealous, it sounded beautiful. I told him about myself and he wished me luck in the big city.

We pulled up outside a large red brick building. "Here we are Miss." Tom smiled at me. I got out the car and went around to the boot, Tom opened it for me and I pulled out my luggage and a manikin. "Let me help you with that." Tom said taking a big red bag out of my hands. I smiled at him.

105, 106, 107. I said in my head. "108!" I said out loud, Tom plonked the bags down near my door. I turned around to give him the money, he pushed my purse down.

"Don't worry about that, just promise you'll keep in touch!" He smiled. I gave him one of my cards with my number on it and he told me I could reach him on his cabs number anytime.

"Good luck, Miss Brandon." He waved as he ran down the stairs.

"See you, Tom!" I waved back.

I turned around and put the key in the door, I took a deep breath and pushed it open. My mouth hung open. I loved it!

The walls were plain white and a small kitchen was hidden behind a wall with a large window to the left of it. There was a black and white sofa with a TV in front and a blue patterned rug which matched the colours of the paintings on the wall. Down the narrow corridor was a bathroom and small spare room – which was going to be my sewing room – on the right and a bedroom on the left. I already felt so at home.

I put my stuff in the bedroom and put my clothes in the wardrobe.

I looked out the large window near the kitchen and took in the breath taking sights of New York.

I decided to go and say hello to my neighbours. The couple next door in 107 were newly weds named Emmett and Rosalie. Emmett worked in a local furniture store and Rosalie was an ex-model who now had her own healthy life-style section in a magazine, they're both just a little older than me at twenty five.

The family in 112 were also newly weds, they had a four year old daughter name Renesmee. The parents were Bella and Edward they were both twenty two. Edward helped at his brothers - Carlisle – hospital, and Bella worked at a local café. Carlisle's wife, Esme, looked after Renesmee. Sometimes Rosalie took her for days out.

I didn't get to meet whoever lived in 106, they were out. Oh well, I'm sure I'll meet them sometime soon!

It was only eight o'clock but I was tired after a long journey so I went to bed early. Tomorrow I would explore the city of New York.

I woke up at about nine-thirty in the morning, I turned the radio on while I got some breakfast. There wasn't a lot in the fridge; I would have to go shopping soon.

"That was Amy Winehouse with rehab, and next up is a new one. It's never shout never – big city dreams." The Radio said. I turned it up, I loved this song. I sat on the window ledge and ate my breakfast with the window open.

When I was finished, I had a shower in the overly complicated multiple selection system. I put on a beige dress with jeggings and a denim jacket with gold heals a ribbon straw hat and some gold accessories and headed out the door.

I walked up the street and around the corner was a café, I saw Bella behind the counter and waved. She smiled back. I turned to find the door when I saw a busker, he had a guitar and was playing time of your life by greenday . I smiled and walked over I put two pounds in his hat on the floor. When I looked up to see his face I was stunned into silence. He was, without a doubt, the most amazing man I had ever seen. He had floppy dirty blonde hair and warm brown eyes. I could under his thin grey top he was well built and he was very tall.

"Thank you." He said when I dropped the money in his hat. He had a slight southern accent and his smile was jaw dropping. I simply smiled and walked away, turning a healthy pink colour.

I went into the café and went up to Bella on the counter. She was smiling.

"That's Jasper Whitlock. He lives in out block of flats." She told me.

"He is gorgeous!" I smiled, Bella laughed. She got me a latte and I went to sit down. I looked out the window and watched the world go by. The little bell on the door rang when someone came in, I was to busy looking at a lady with icy blonde hair and a poodle. I did turn when I heard there voice though. The busker named Jasper was at the counter ordering a coffee and talking to Bella.

He turned around and I quickly darted my eyes back the book I had forgotten about in my hands.

He sat on the table next to mine. I tried to ignore him. I couldn't help it, I glanced up under my lashes to see him sketching a picture, of me!

"Hold still." He told me and I turned back to the angle he was drawing me from. "There." He smiled that stunning smile and showed his art to me.

"That's amazing." I said, it looked like a photo. I turned my whole body towards him.

"My name's Jasper Whitlock." He said holding out his hand.

"Alice Brandon." I smiled taking his hand.

"Well miss Brandon, I look forward to seeing you in the future."

Wow. He wants to see me again!

I just nodded, that was all I could manage.

He got up and put his guitar on his back and walked off. I heard Bella laugh.

I walked around for a bit longer and bought a couple of items for my apartment, a toaster, a plant and a top that I couldn't resist buying.

My phone rang, it was Tom. "Hello Tom." I said.

"Hello Alice, how are you finding life in the big city so for?" I laughed.

"It's brilliant, there's so much to see!" I said looking around at all the life.

"Yeah it's really something." He chuckled. "Anyway, my daughter Katy is selling a moped and I was wondering if you were interested?"

Oh a moped! But I did buy all that stuff earlier, I was wondering how much I could spare for it.

"I don't know Tom, I mean I don't really even have a job at the moment." I bit my lip.

He laughed. " It's okay, you can pay her back whenever you get the money, I'm sure she won't mind!"

"Really? That's great! Thank you Tom!" I beamed down the phone.

"No problem Alice, I'll drop it of tomorrow for you, do you think you'll need lessons?" He asked.

"No, I used to have one back in Mississippi." I remembered how to ride it, it was my mums she had it when she got married to my father. I died when I was driving to my friends house once.

"Great, I'll see you then Alice. You be careful now."

"I will bye Tom!" I hang up.

I headed back to my apartment, the sun was just setting, I didn't really know what to do. I didn't have enough for a meal out, I thought about something to do and decided I might as well start on some clothes to show some fashion companies. As I opened my door to go in I heard a laugh behind.

"So, we meet again miss Brandon." Jasper laughed. I spun around.

"Hello Jasper." I smiled. "What brings you here?"

"Oh I live here." He pointed to the door behind him. "What about you? What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you again?" He smiled, my hear skipped a beat.

"I live here to actually!" This was amazing!

"haha, that's cool." He said. "So, any plans for this evening?"

"Um not really, I was just going to sketch up some designs for clothes. I'm trying to be a fashion designer." I loved how open I felt with him.

"wow. You should talk to Rosalie next door, she used to be in the fashion industry as well." Without realising I had moved a bit closer to him, I blushed and looked down.

"Yeah I spoke to her yesterday, she recommended a few places to me." I smiled at him again.

"Great. Um so did you want to go grab a coffee or something?"

My mouth hung open a little wider, I didn't really know what to say.

"I mean, you know, you don't have to. I was just wandering." He seemed a little worried.

"No I'd love to, but I really do need to get these designs done." I bit my lip.

"Another time then?" He smiled.

"Of course." I beamed back. "How about tomorrow? I should be free in the evening."

"Sounds perfect." He said in his charming hint-of-southern accent.

I waved as I stumbled through my door. I closed it again leaned against it and smiled.

Hope you enjoyed it, I has some cool plans for later. It should be good! Tell me what you think thank you! TheMonsterUnderYourBed x