Sorry It took so long. Reminding you italics is Jacob's thoughts. Don't forget!!

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Edward POV(DUH):

"The jealousy...it has to be eating at you. You can't be as sure of yourself as you seem. Unless you have no emotions at all." I know I would.

"Of course it is," I said no longer amused. "Right now it's so bad I can barely control my voice. Of course it's even worse when she's away from me, with you, and I can't see her." That I go so out of my mind I added silently. Man, I thought I got the Bella love bad. Hah!

"Do you think about it all the time?" Jacob whispered. "Does it make it hard to concentrate when she's not with you?" My minds always on Bella-mutt. I didn't say that though

"Yes and no," I said. I tried to think of a way to set the words up so they were honest. "My mind doesn't work quite the same as yours. I can think of many things at one time. Of course, that means I'm always able to think of you, always able to wonder if that's where her mind is. when she's quiet and thoughful." Wondering if she is going to make a snap decision and run to you. Have little kids with you. Because I just can't give her things. I can't even kiss her the way I want too! Maybe the le-Edward does love her more then I thought. But I didn't realize she though of me so much...I feel almost...guilty.

"Yes, I would guess she thinks about you often." I murmured. How she thinks of you.."More often then I like. She worries that you're unhappy. Not that you don't know that. Not that you don't use that." You weasal you're way back in making her feel guilty.

"I have to use whatever I can," he muttered. Don't let the guilt get to you. "I'm not working with your advantage-advantages like her knowing she's in love with you." Hear her talk about you all the time.

"That helps," I agreed. Hah, but I still have tricks...

"She's in love with me, too, you know." In love? That dog is an idiot.

"But, she doesn't knowit." I just need some time. Like that would help you.

"I can't tell you if you're right."

"Does that bother you? Do you wish you coul see what she's thinking, too?" I don't know, would it? Would I want to hear the things she keeps private in the safety of her mind? Do I want to hear about the time I - left? See her face vacant? I want to hear her dreams. Those glorious, fascinating dreams.

"Yes...and no, again. She likes it better this way, and, though it drives me insane, I'd rather she was happy." It makes me happy to see her happiness. Hell, just being near her makes me happy. I noticed Jacob's arms tighten around Bella protectively, when yet again, a ripple shot through the tent. Geez, she can sleep. I don't think Jacob noticed Bella's heartbeat and breathing weren't regular for someone who was asleep. I wouldn't let her know I know she 'eavesdropped.' She has a right to answers. She can pretend she's concious, but it would get past my vam- VERY good hearing.

"Thank you," I whispered. "Odd as this might sound, I suppose I'm glad you're here, Jacob." This better not be a truce...

"You mean, 'as much as I'd love to kill you right now, I'm glad she's warm,' right?" Damn it is a truce! I bit my cheek to keep from laughing.

"It's an uncomfortable truce, isn't it?" Ugh, he's right. At least something was answered...

"I knew you were just as crazy jealous as I am." Yes, yes I was. I wouldn't go around admitting it like he does.

"I'm not such a fool as to wear it on my sleeve like you do. It doesn't help your case, you know." Hmm..

"You have more patience then I do."

"I should. I've waired a hundred years to gain it. A hundred years of waiting for her." My sweet, soft, absurd Bella.

"So...at what point did you decide to play the very good guy?" Beause Bella is all for those guys now...

"When I saw how much it was hurting to make her choose. It's not usually this diffucult to control. I can smother...the less civilized feelings I may have for you fairly easily most of the time. Sometimes I think she sees through me, but I can't be sure." The gears in my head starting working faster at this time. I wanted to figure out Jacob.

"I think you were just worried that if you really forced her to choose, she might not choose you." That was part of what I was afraid of. Part of my wanted to put a sign on her that claimed her. hen hide her from the rest of the world. The other invisioned Bella hopping on her motorcycle and going to La Push.

"That's part of it." I finally admitted. Instantly regretting it on behalf of Jacob's thoughts. "But only a small part. We all have our moments of doubt. Mostly I worried that she'd hurt herself trying to sneak away to see you. After I'd accepted more or less safe with you-as safe as Bella ever is- it seemed best to stop driving her to extremes." It's still a part. Then it all clicked in. Jacob never started seeing Bella as Bella. When I left it became the 'Werewolf verse Vampire." Almost as if to see who would win her. He was almost only in this for competition!

He sighed, " I'd tell her all of this, but she'd never believe me." On the contrary, she is listening. So you practically confessed your "love" for her.

"I know," I said, smirking. He'd leave Bella the second his imprint crossed his eyesight. Then I'd step up. She's always worried I wouldn't loe her when - if she got old. I'd always see her for her.

"You think you know everything," Jacob muttered.

"I don't know the future." Sometimes...I didn't want to know. I sat pondering the information Jacob's thoughts were telling me.

"What would you do if she changed her mind?" He asked.

"I don't know that either," I lied. Id watch her go. Feeling miserable, but waiting in the shadows.

He chuckled, "Would you try to kill me?" Visions of me killing him flooded his mind.

"No." I'd want to.

"Why not?"

"Would you really think I would hurt her that way?" Jacob didn't see it that way. He didn't understand, but it finally clicked.

"Yea, you're right. I know thats right. But sometimes..." its an...what's that word?

"Sometimes its an intiguing idea." I murmured.

Jacob pushed his head into the pillow to contain his laughter. "Exactly." Finally agreeing.

"What is it like? Losing her?

"When you though you lost her forever? How did you...cope?" He brought up a sensitive subject. I was reluctant to yell for him to shut up and stop asking questions.

"That's very difficult for me to talk about," I finally admitted.

He just waited. Didn't he understand? It felt like my heart was finally beating, then someone tells me she's- gone. Then it slowly is ripped from my chest.

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