A/N: So I don't usually base stories off of things that I've experienced, I throw stuff in here and there but this is kind of different.

A few weeks ago, someone asked me if I would rather have a guy who looks like Edward and acts like Jacob or have a guy who looks like Jacob and acts like Edward. I realized that I know someone who looks like Jacob and acts like Edward.

So this story is inspired by him and his amazing ness. Thank goodness he doesn't read fanfic so he'll never know ;) This is either a really short story or a long-ish one shot…This is his story so it really depends on how inspired I am. We'll see.

Theme song for this chapter: Every time we touch- Cascada. :)

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight characters.

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BPOV

"Ugh, oh my gosh he's looking over here again." Jessica complained.

"Jess, I really don't get, why don't you just go talk to him?" I asked for the thousandth time.

"He was always so needy…What ever I don't even care. We're not going out any more, so it's like I have any obligations. I just don't know why he keeps looking over here."

"Do you want me to talk him?" I asked "I could try to find out."

"Oh! Yes! Go talk to him! Tell me what he says."

"Ok, I'll be right back."

I got up to the 'guys side' of the gym, where most of them were shooting on the basketball above their sleeping area.

"Hey Edward." I walked up to him. We weren't exactly best friends but I would consider him a friend, even though he was a senior and I was a sophomore, he was still nice enough. "Are you okay?" I asked. The trip we were on was only for one more day, making it a week total, but he seemed down the whole time because of Jessica.

"Yeah, I'm alright I guess." He said sadly. Like I said, I wasn't best friends with him, but it just broke my heart to see him so sad, from whenever I talked to him, he seemed like a really nice person.

"Do you want to talk?" I offered.

"Yeah, sure." He smiled, seeming to truly want to have someone to talk to.

"Ok guys," our teacher interrupted, speaking to everyone. "It's group time and then sleep. I don't want to see any guys past this line after groups." He demanded firmly.

"Meet you somewhere after groups?" I asked.

"Yeah." He hugged me quickly in a friendly gesture and we walked off to our groups.

We were on a trip for spring break, but instead of staying at a hotel or something, we were in some kind of carpeted basketball court that was part of a church and assisted living complex. My sleeping bag definitely wasn't comfortable.

My group met up in one of the vans that we drove here but I really couldn't think of much else besides talking to Edward after this.

I was trying to think of a smooth way to start the conversation. I didn't really know how open he was going to be, not like I needed to know every detail, but I wanted to help if I could, or at least just give him some way to vent. He seemed like he held a lot inside.

Finally my group got out of the vans, done discussing what ever topic I had missed out on with all of this thinking, and I looked around for Edward. I spotted him immediately once I walked into the gym.

"Come on guy, get to sleep." Mr. Varner, our teacher, directed.

I saw Edward looking for something in his bag and I was wondering whether I should listen and start getting ready to sleep. But I really wanted to talk to Edward, so I just walked up to him quickly.

"You want to go outside so we can talk instead of in here with Mr. Varner?" he asked.

"Yeah I'll meet you there, I'm gonna grab my sweatshirt."

"Here, you can have my spare." He handed me one from his bag.

"Ok, thanks." We walked out the doors and looked for somewhere to sit. On the other side of the parking lot there was a courtyard with flowers and benches so we walked silently over there. We sat on the group instead, so we would be out of sight to anyone who passed by.

"So…" he started. "Im just curious…what do you know?" he asked. "What has she said?"

I hesitated, what Jessica had told me was not really something I thought I should be talking about with him, but it seemed like all the walls would be down tonight.

"You can tell me, I won't get my feelings hurt." He assured me. "I just kind of wanted to know."

"Okay…well from what she's told me…which isn't much since she's not exactly a chatter box on this subject, is basically just that you guys broke up because of sex. That you wanted to and she didn't. I didn't really ask any farther but I just assumed that was why you guys broke up." I explained. Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that Jessica is a freshman, so I guess I didn't really question it since I'm a girl and I can relate to that.

"Okay," he nodded, seeming to accept this. "Anything else?"

"Not really." I said. "I didn't really push it cause she doesn't seem to care much and since I'm a girl I could relate to the no sex thing, not that I'm saying anything bad about you," I added and he nodded, "I could just understand where she was coming from."

"Right, so let me just say yeah the sex was a part of it because yeah, I'm a guy, but that's really all she told you?" he asked.

"Yeah, pretty much." I confirmed. "She doesn't really talk about it."

"So she never told you everything I did for her? All the crap I got from everyone for going out with a freshman? How she never talked to me about things and never cared?" he asked and I shook my head.

He sighed heavily. "Ok, I just need to vent for a second."

"Go ahead, I'm a great listener." I encouraged, I just wanted him to not be so sad all the time.

"Okay well obviously when I asked her out I got a lot of crap from people since she's a freshman and all, but at the time I didn't really care. There was just something about her, so I just ignored everyone. But then she never really made any effort in the relationship, she just took everything for granted and expected so much from me. It just seemed like she never even cared about me. Do you remember when I had that awful hair cut a few months ago?" he asked, I nodded, remembering at the time thinking 'how could he do that to his beautiful hair?' It was a crime. "Yeah, I did that for her. I did so freaking much for her, and now she won't even talk to me, she hardly ever did. I never even met her parents, did you know that?"

I hadn't known, six months and he never met her parents.

"She only asked me to come over if they weren't home, almost as if she was afraid. And she's the most unemotional person I've ever met. She just never talked about what she was feeling. And the whole sex thing, it wasn't just to have sex." He explained. It was a little uncomfortable talking about this part with him, but I just listened and let him vent. "It was really just about her not caring for me as much as I cared for her. And once she said no I didn't push it anymore." I couldn't imagine anyone not wanting to have sex with Edward. Ok, still listening here. "I figured it would be better to let it go and stay with her than let her go." He continued.

"And…I don't know." He sighed. "I just don't understand how she could not even care." He was quite for a second. "Can you tell me something?" he asked quietly, breaking eye contact with me for the first time since we sat down.

"What?" I asked, almost whispering.

"Did she really laugh at my letters?" he asked shakily, tears building up in the corners of his eyes. My heart sank for him that instant.

"She didn't…laugh, exactly." I was careful with my words. She hadn't flat out laughed, but she definitely didn't embrace them.

When we first got to the gym place and unpacked our things she told me that he handed her a bag with five letters in it, one for each day we were here. We snuck into the bathroom during dinner and read all of them. They were really sweet and I just didn't understand what she was feeling to not even care.

"What do you mean, not exactly?" he asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Well she just thought they were kind of awkward, weird I guess. She didn't laugh though." I assured him.

"Okay," he seemed defeated, but at least he had gotten some good venting in.

"Can I just tell you something now?" I asked, seeing if he was done venting.

"Sure."

"You deserve so much better than her." I assured him. "I understand that you still have feelings for her, but she's not worth it. Honestly, you are the perfect boyfriend, she has no idea what she's missing out on. Do you know how many girls would kill to have a guy like you?" I asked. "You need to find someone who will treat you right." I tried to instill that in his brain. "You are with out a doubt the sweetest person I know, and the most perfect boyfriend. And if she can't appreciate what's in front of her, she's not worth it."

"I know, you're right. But it's still hard to just not care about her, I just don't see how she could not care so much…" he paused, looking up to see two people walking near us. We both stopped, not wanting them to hear our conversation.

"Hey Carly." I greeted her as she walked by with Tanner, another boy on the trip with us.

"Oh hey guys, sorry, didn't mean to interrupt." They walked off.

"Honestly, after talking to you right now, I have no idea why I'm friends with her. Like she's not even a nice person." I had thought she was, but how could she do all of this to Edward? And not even care!

"And you know what the weird thing is?" he asked rhetorically after they were going. "When we were still together, she said that. She said she would probably never find a guy that was as good of a boyfriend as me, but now…"

"Well she's right. No other guy is going to put up with that." I agreed.

"I don't even think she finds me attractive any more, she wont even talk to me, a practically have to drag her away."

"Edward, don't even say that! You're such a cutie!" I teased him, trying to lighten the mood a bit and pinching his cheek a little. "Look at that stubbly face." I smiled, none of the guys could shave here and a lot of stubble was coming in on Edward's face. It worked for him though.

"Students!" we heard Mr. Varner's voice. "Last call! I'm going to lock the doors! So unless you want to sleep outside I suggest you come in now!"

Edward and I reluctantly got up.

"Come on, we should get inside." Edward said quietly, his arm wrapped around my shoulder.

We walked inside and it was almost pitch black, I tried to take off his sweatshirt but could barley walk none the less see where to put his sweatshirt.

"It's ok, give it to me in the morning, I can't see anything." He said quietly.

"Okay, good night." I whispered.

He hugged and said quietly in my ear. "Thanks, you are a good listener."

"No problem." It took me a second or two to respond due to the emotions hidden behind the hug.

"Sweet dreams." He let go.

I struggled to the other end of the room, successfully not stepping on anyone.

"What did he say?" Jessica asked. I had completely forgotten about her, but I should have known she would be waiting.

"Hold on, let me change into sweats and then I'll talk to you about it." I tried to stall.

Luckily Edward was heading into the kitchen so I caught him halfway there.

"Edward!" I whisper yelled.

"What?"

"What do you want me to tell Jessica?" I asked, unsure of how else to phrase it.

"I don't know," he sighed. "I'm trying not to care, you know?" I nodded and he paused. "I guess I don't care, you can tell what ever."

"Okay…Do you…want to know what she says?"

He thought about this. "Well I'm still trying not to care," he seemed to be reminding himself more than me, "But I am still curious. If you think I'll want to know then you can tell me."

"Alright, see you in the morning."

"Night Bella." He hugged me again. It took me a while to respond this time because when he hugged me it registered in my brain that he wasn't wearing a shirt. I know he's my friend and all but still, this is Edward we're talking about.

"Night." I reluctantly pulled away.

"Thanks again." He squeezed my hand gently.

"You're welcome. I'm always here if you need to talk about anything or just want to get away from everyone else."

"I'm here for you too," he replied, "Although I doubt I could really help you." He half laughed.

"Good to know." I joked and we walked our separate ways, for me, unfortunately, that meant back to Jessica. I really had no idea why I was friends with her. That needed to change, like, now.

"So what did he say?" she asked.

"I don't know…" I drifted off, I had permission from Edward to tell her but I still didn't feel like she deserved to be informed of our conversation.

"Well did he say when he's always staring over here?"

"I think it's just hard for him not to care." I told her. "Why don't you?" I asked her. "I never really understood."

"I don't know, he just always wants so much time and wants to talk or what ever but like I don't care and I spent enough time with him while we were going out so I just don't really care."

Wow, I definitely had no idea why I was friends with her. Was. Because I definitely wasn't anymore.

"I don't know…I'm tired, we'll talk later." I tried to shrug her off.

"Okay…" she got into her sleeping bag, thankfully giving up.

I lay there for a while thinking about everything that Edward had just shared with me. I honestly didn't know Jessica was so uncaring and wouldn't even talk to someone as genuine as Edward. It infuriated me and disgusted me and also made me extremely sad. I never like seeing anyone sad, but especially people I know on a personal level, especially (now) that I really knew Edward. I smiled to myself when I realized that I was still wearing his sweatshirt, loving it too much to take it off.

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The next morning I didn't have any problems avoiding Jessica because she had to cook breakfast with her group so Edward and I were free to talk. The thing I realized I loved the most about Edward was that we could just stand together, not even talking, and just enjoy each others company.

We stood by the edge of the basketball court and watched everyone play. Most of the guys just thought they were really good but in reality they were missing half of the shots they made. This kind of amused me.

"Do you want to go sit over there with me?" Edward asked, pointing to the side of the court where no one else was standing. I nodded and we walked over there.

"So how are you doing?" I asked, unsure of his mood.

"I'm ok." He replied. "Thank you again for last night." He said and I simply smiled at him.

"Honestly, I'm glad you did because I really want nothing to do with Jessica anymore."

He hung his head. "See, why does she have to do that?" he asked, nodding over to her so I could see her talking to Tanner, laughing. "She does it on purpose, but I don't get why she cares so much about hurting me, even though she doesn't care about me."

I put my arm over his shoulder. "Just ignore her." I encouraged.

Shortly after we got our breakfast, Edward and I ate in our corner, and then started packing to head home.

I was thrilled to find that our first van ride I was sitting next to Edward. We had eight big vans that fit 11 people in each and we switched vans every two hours. So Edward and I sat outside before we left, watching everyone else finish packing, and didn't really feel the need for words.

"Do you have to be in any cars with her?" I asked.

"No, thank goodness." He sighed.

"Hey, come on. Don't be so down." I tried to encourage.

Before he got a chance to respond, Mr. Varner announced that we were going to leave so everyone should get in their assigned vans.

"Let's go," he got up and offered his hand to help me up.

"Were in the same van this time." I smiled.

"Let's get in the front so we can sit next to each other." He suggested.

Unfortunately two people were already in the front, but Edward asked them to move and they actually did. Worked for me. Two hours next to Edward.

Our driver, one of the volunteer parents, let Cassie, sitting next to me, plug in her I pod and she was jamming out.

I could see that Edward was really tired so I mostly sang along with Cassie for the first twenty minutes or so before Edward laid his head on my shoulder to sleep. Suddenly I became very tired and leaned my head on top of his, sleeping also. After about an hour I woke up and started singing with Cassie again. I could tell Edward was awake and that he was listening to the songs, especially from the frown on his face now. I kept continuously changing the songs because I realized almost all of them were about heart break, and I really felt bad for making Edward listen to them.

A while later I was sad when we had to change vans. I slept for the rest of the rides but not as easily without him.

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When we got back to the school and started unloading everyone's bags, I found mine right away, really wanting to get back home.

"Bella, are you leaving?" Edward asked.

"Yeah, I know I should stay and help, but I just really want to get home."

"Okay, I'll see you later." He hugged me.

"Bye," I told him mid-hug. "Please just remember that she's not worth it."

"Okay, I'll try." He said, pulling away.

He dropped one of the bags in his hand; I recognized it as Jessica's.

"Gotta start somewhere, right?" he asked.

"Good job." I smiled and walked away, happy to finally be home.

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The next few days at school I remembered that we had third period right next to each other so passing period started to become our main source of catching up. I messaged him on Facebook the day we got back, but I figured he hadn't been on in a while and didn't see it.

I walked out of class, hurring so I didn't miss him, but also stalling incase he took a while to come outside. Thankfully my friend Haley was talking to someone who just walked out of the classroom he was in so I stood by them before seeing Edward walk out.

"Hi Haley." He gave her a nod and started to walk away.

"You don't even say hi to me," I rolled my eyes.

"Hi," he smiled.

I walked with him. Usually in about twenty steps we would have to part ways, but I wanted to walk more with him today so I just kept going, willing to sacrifice being late to class.

"So how are you?" I asked.

"I'm good; I actually talked to Jessica the yesterday, vented a lot."

"Talk as in face to face or talk as in message?" I asked.

"Facebook," he responded. "She didn't know why I thought she was being mean and she told me to show her what mean was…so I did. I feel kind of bad… but everything I said was true, and she deserves it." He stated.

"Yeah, she does. Don't feel bad; just forget about it now you don't need to worry about her anymore."

"Yeah, that's a relief so far." He smiled. "So I'm thinking about…not going to our club meetings anymore." He stated.

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that the trip we went on was with our leadership group. It's a really long story, but basically we had leadership together.

"What?" I asked, saddened that my main way of seeing him could be taken away. "Yeah, it's just kind of hard being there now," I assumed he was referring to the fact that Jessica was there. "I'm thinking of just coming to the part where we're in our separate groups and not as one big group."

"Okay," I guess I could understand. "I really wish you wouldn't though. Just think about it." I suggested.

"I will," He agreed. We stopped in the hall, him with his hand on the door to his classroom. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye," I turned and walked back towards my classroom, lots of thoughts occupying my mind now.

I had only now just realized that the fact that he had talked to Jessica on Facebook meant he should have seen my message…but maybe he didn't have time. I also started thinking about how disappointed I would be if he stopped coming to club meetings. Ever since that night of talking with him, I realized I had developed a lot of more than friendship feelings for him, I still couldn't even think the words in my mind. Its not like he would feel the same way anyways, he was still dealing with Jessica problems. But there was something so…appealing…of the brokenness he was now. Like I wanted to be the one there for him, help fix everything.

And if on the way it brought us closer, well, I would be happy. But if he stopped coming to club meetings I'd only see him those brief minutes during passing period. I didn't think we were in the point in our friendship where it would be normal for me to ask for his number to text him. So I guess I would have to deal with passing periods for now. Maybe later we could find something else to spend time together, but the way things were now, I would have to work hard with the time I had.

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