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Flower Power

"You hit like a girl!" I shouted at Edward, trying to rip myself from his reach without tearing my hair out. His sneer hardened further, stretching across the little distance to smack at my shoulder.

We'd been struggling down the rest of his driveway and were in the road now, just close enough to see the bridge that passed over the river. We must have looked stupid, stumbling the way we were, heads tied together by a leafy little tree branch, swatting each other like flies. It was a girl fight, but it was all we could manage in the current situation without causing ourselves a whole lot of pain.

I punched him in the gut. He careened backwards, tugging me along.

"Ah," I groaned, rubbing at my head as his backhand met my face.

"Still think I hit like a girl, dog?"

"You just bitch-slapped me." I stared at him in astonishment, a chuckle on the edge of my tongue. He really was a girl. He couldn't even punch. He might as well have pulled out a purse and hit me with that.

My lips were separating for the next string of insults when Edward suddenly flipped his head to the side, spinning. I fell to the ground, dragged by my hair as he continued to look around like a madman…like a dog smelling bacon.

For someone who was constantly referring to me as a dog, he sure as hell acted a lot more like one than I did—even counting the times that I grew fur and trotted around on four legs. He still was more canine than me.

"What is it, Lassie?"

Edward snapped his head to the left, ignoring me, nostrils flared. His eyes were huge and alert, completely unaware of the pain he was causing us both. In a half-crouch, he was low enough to the ground as to not have his hair disconnect from his head, seeing as I was attached to it and still in the dirt.

"Freesia." He whispered, eyes darting everywhere.

I raised an eyebrow, sighing. The man was seriously insane. I couldn't tell what had done it to him—the loss of his fiancé or the fact that he'd sniffed too many of her old clothes—but he'd lost it. Or he'd never had it.

Either way, I'd never had a guy stop to smell the flowers in the middle of a sissy-brawl.

"Listen. It's real thoughtful and all for you to wanna pick me some flowers, but we're kinda in a bit of a predicament. You know, heads stuck together, cat-fight?"

He just kept looking around, searching for the freesia, I'd guess. It was like he didn't even hear me, like he was off in some world of skipping and flower-picking.

I snapped my fingers in front of his face, trying to bring him back down to earth.

"Stop that!" He slapped my hand away from his face without any real force, his eyes focusing really hard in the direction of the stone bridge. "It's Bella!" He slapped my chest, this time in joy, trying to get me to feel it with him. I shot him a look, wondering just how deep his insanity was.

"Was there any alcohol in your last blood-bath, kitten?"

He looked at me now, his eyebrows pressed together in confusion. I grinned at him, satisfied with the fact that I'd said something strange enough to get him to look at me. Edward blinked twice, clearing his head, before squishing my face between his fingers and turning my head in the direction of the bridge again.

"Right there! Look!"

I searched the area over by the bridge. There was one person there, a truck parked off to the side. All six feet of that person was solid gold, baked through with sunlight from working outside. Muscles covered the arms, long and wiry, all the way down to the hands holding the fishing rod. I cocked my head.

"Are people supposed to be fishing on that bridge?"

"Shh! Who cares? It's Bella!"

I blinked now, trying to see what he saw. But I couldn't. That was not Bella.

"Uh, that's a man." The words were gargled as they came from my squished mouth, and I had the notion that my face probably resembled one of a fish. I pried his fingers from my cheeks.

Edward's face twisted slightly with confusion, but his eyes were determined.

"No, Jacob, I can smell her."

"Is that so, Fido?" Sarcasm. It worked wonders.

He pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes as they met mine. "I can't hear her mind."

"His."

"It's BELLA, you imbecile!"

"Bella does not have a p—"

"Would you just shut the hell up and look at her for a minute?"

"Him."

But I looked, and as I did, my eyes met…his. Hers. I didn't know anymore. All I could see was the pair of eyes that looked back at me, seemed to stretch into the deepest pits of my soul. They were brown and insightful, intelligent, curious.

Bella's eyes.

It happened quickly. The second Edward saw the comprehension—recognition— flicker across my face, it was a competition. Without even thinking about it, it seemed, his hand pushed at my face, covering it completely so I couldn't see anymore. My head pushed back into the dirt as Edward tried to make a run for it, attempting to get to her before I could. He didn't appear to have calculated the fact that we were stuck together still.

Neither did I.

I punched him in the back of the leg as he fell, climbing onto his back, clawing over him so I could get past. He flipped himself over, crushing me into the ground once again, tugging on the branch so he could rip away from me.

I hit him again, knuckles to jaw, and sent him flying away from me with a chunk of my hair tangled into his. I swore under my breath, taking the chance to scramble up from the ground and make it to her. Him. Her.

"Ah, who cares?!" I spit at my own perplexing thoughts, running over to the beauty in front of me. It was going to take a while for me to get used to the muscles and the…manliness, but I could see it in the eyes, the lips. It was Bella. Man or not.

I grabbed onto her hand, Edward following at my heels. He jolted to a stop when Man-Bella pushed my hand from him/her, looking shocked and astonished at the sight of us.

"Who the hell are you two?"

"I'm Jake. I've missed you so much, Bells." I grabbed the reincarnated Bella into a hug, pressing my face into his shoulder. Edward slapped at me, trying to get in on it.

"Get off of her! She's mine!"

"No. She's mine, you stupid leech. Back the hell off."

The man I was holding onto cleared his throat, pushing me neatly from him and into Edward. His/her mouth twitched in humor as Edward and I both fell to the ground.

"Actually, I'm nobody's…and I'm a man." He made a face, looking a bit disgruntled. "Who in the hell is Bella?"

"Bella! You have to remember me." Edward pleaded, hands clasped. He pushed up from the ground, grabbing Man-Bella's face between his palms. I gritted my teeth, realizing what he must have been trying to do, and rushed to push him away from Man-Bella. "I know how to make you remember." He whispered to her, lowering his lips.

"Ugh! What the…" Man-Bella tossed Edward away from her, wiping at her/his lips though they hadn't even touched the vampire's yet. "You guys are freaks. Seriously."

"Get the fuck away from me!" He/she added when I stepped closer, hand extended, an expression of torture on my face.

Man-Bella took off running, headed in the direction of the truck sitting by the curb. He/she didn't seem to care about leaving the fishing-pole behind. He didn't even glance back as he threw himself on the seat, looking half-terrified and completely disturbed.

Edward and I tore after him, trying to catch up even as he drove like a bat out of hell down the road. And then he was gone, leaving us standing in the middle of the street all alone.

There were a few minutes of awkward, heart-broken silence before anything was said. Then I just couldn't help it.

"Told you you were gay."