Hey readers this is my new story! It's an Alice and Edward fic, I thought since there are hardly any of them out there, I'd try my hand at it. The summary is pretty simple and you can tell from the name. I really hope you all like it, and Sparks Fly is still in progress of course. It's my baby duh! So if you really like Sparks Fly I think you'll like this story too.

A Saint vs. Rebels

It started out unlike any other good versus bad story. I was the shy, quiet girl that nobody liked. He was the bad boy with the perfect family and friends. He had something I'd kill for, although not literally, no I'm too good to kill, I'm too scared, too kind, too sweet for that kind of thing. My parents hated him, he rode a motorcycle, smoked cigarettes, got drunk, and had tons and tons of piercing and tattoos, he swore like sailor and he didn't care what anybody thought of him because he was Edward Cullen and I'm Mary Alice Brandon.

We weren't supposed to fall in love, we weren't supposed to coexist, hell we weren't supposed to look in each other's way, but he lit a fire in me that I didn't know I had. He changed me for the better and for the worse, in turn I changed him to ways he rather die than admit but I know he loves me and I guess that's all that really matters. I just never thought I'd have to choose between him and where I came from, I never thought I'd have to make that choice and honestly I'm scared to.

I know he wants me to make the right choice, but sitting here under the stars with his arm wrapped tightly around me and his friends which soon became my friends sitting around us goofing off and I can't help but think this was where I'm supposed to be, this is where I belong, screw anyone who thinks otherwise.