AN: This is my first fanfiction, so please be nice! :) This is from Alice's POV
Disclaimer: I do not own anything except the plot, it all goes to Stephanie Meyer.
"Hey Jazz, how was your day?" I asked joyfully as I entered our room.
"Fine," he said. I knew there was something wrong, because he didn't look at me as I came in and sat next to him on our lilac loveseat.
"What's wrong, Jasper?" I asked, trying to put as much love and persuasion in my voice as I possibly could. I couldn't tell what was wrong, but I knew it was getting to him. I situated myself into his lap and grabbed his arms to wrap them around my petite body.
"Something happened in school today, but it was nothing. It's stupid, I'm just overreacting."
I hated to see Jasper like this, so melancholy and sad. I turned lightly so I could put my hand to Jasper's face. "If it's upsetting you this much, then it's not stupid. Please, honey, tell me what's wrong."
"Well, Alice, I was sitting in the lunchroom with Edward and Emmett, while you were getting books out of your locker, when I heard Lauren Mallory talking about you. When I heard her say your name I started listening to her conversation, and she was saying things like, "She is way too short, I bet Jasper has back problems from bending down to kiss her… I don't know how he can stand her; she is so hyper and annoying… Her hair is way too short…" And I couldn't stand her saying such things, because you are too perfect for words in my eyes. I love you, and I always will."
I turned around fully to look him fully in the eye, and said, "I don't care what that bitch says, and you shouldn't either! I mean seriously, she only says that because she likes you." And with that said, I pressed my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around me, lifted me up, and took me over to the bed. There was no more sadness that night.