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EPOV

"I'm not a little girl anymore, Edward."

That statement had been reverberating in my head for the past forty eight hours. Never had I heard a truer statement. Bella was definitely not a little girl. I suppose I hadn't expected her to be really, I knew she had grown up. The changes were remarkable though.

Yesterday after we had finished with her bed the five of us just hung out talking until we went our separate ways. Once the awkwardness of the lunch debacle was gone between Bella and I, I was really able to relax. It was probably the first sex joke which really got me comfortable. I'm not even going start to wonder what that says about me.

And yes, I said first. Who would have thought that Bella had such a dirty, yet hilarious sense of humour? Not me, that's for sure. Of course, Jasper's sense of humour is very much the same, though surprisingly she managed to get even stranger and sicker than he did. In fact, numerous times during the afternoon they got into battles, trying to outdo the others last disgusting comment.

Needless to say, Emmett and I were roaring with laughter. Rose was too, though she looked a little frightened, as if she was wondering what she had gotten herself into. I think I was asking myself that at some points too. I saw again the connection I noticed at breakfast. Jasper and Bella definitely completed each other. I can't believe I didn't notice this when I was younger. But, then again, most of the time I tried to pretend she didn't exist. Being totally honest, I think Jasper tried to keep Bella away from me as much as he could.

But the constant flow of shit that poured from her mouth wasn't the only indication of her transformation. The sparkly, black shirt she was wearing, as well as the skin of her stomach that was visible through a transparent layer, were a dead giveaway. As I watched her moving fluidly on the dance floor with Jazz and Rose I knew the clumsy Bella was a thing of the past. No way would she be able to do that if she was the walking disaster from Forks. Especially in those shoes.

Fuck I sounded like a girl.

I took another sip of my beer, not taking my eyes of the dancing group. It was a bit hard though, seeing as the dance floor was packed. Jazz, Em, Rose and I usually came to Reservations on weeknights, when it wasn't usually this busy. However, Rose and Jazz decided they were going to take Bella out, which was why we were at the nightclub on a Saturday.

Rose and Jazz were doing some sort of strange shimmy thing, looking ridiculous I might add, and Bella was just next to them, shaking to her own beat.

"Got some competition Em," I nodded to Jazz and Rose, "looks like he's moving in on your woman."

He threw his head back and laughed before lifting up his beer and gesturing back over to the dance floor. I took a sip of my beer, swishing it around in my mouth.

"I'm not the only one with some competition."

I looked back towards our friends and saw that Bella was not alone anymore. Some thin, blonde haired guy was now dancing with her. I scowled, mentally hoping she would reject him. She didn't and turned into him more, a smile on her face.

I took another sip, this time nearly choking as I watched the sight in front of me. Bella had gotten right up close to this guy and turned her back to his chest before wiggling down and running a hand through her hair. It was a hot move; just not with him. In fact, think it would have worked better with me. Maybe.

Jazz was making his way over to us and I caught Emmett's eye as he collapsed into the booth. Em did not look happy either. Jazz gulped down some of his drink and grinned at us, mimicking his sister as he ran a hand through his blonde mop. Can't say that gesture did anything for me this time round though.

We sat there in silence for a moment until I cracked. I had to know.

"Aren't you going to stop her?"

He looked up at me with a confused look on his face.

"Who?" He sounded genuinely perplexed. I almost rolled my eyes at him. Wasn't it obvious?

"Bella. Your sister."

He just looked even more confused. Cocking his head to the side and squinting one eye he asked,

"What do I need to stop her from doing?"

"Dancing. With that guy." I spoke slowly, waving my hands towards the area where I could see Bella and the guy together, this time with Rose off to the side. I was confused now. Wasn't Jasper meant to look out for his little sister? Be protective of her and shit.

Emmett's eyes flicked between us and Bella. Probably deciding which one he should pay attention to. We were more worried about her than Jasper.

"I'm not her father."

"Yeah, but you're her-" I started to argue.

"Brother," he finished for me. "I'm not going to go over there and start telling her what she can and can't do. She wouldn't listen to me if I tried."

"But, that guy…and the dancing!" I spluttered. He didn't even look bothered.

"She can dance with whoever she likes. She is a grown woman and I trust her, and her decisions." He stated and my jaw dropped. How can he talk so calmly?

"What if she makes a mistake?"

"Then it's her mistake to make," he sighed and toyed with a coaster. "I'm not going to dictate her life just because I don't like her decisions. And you guys shouldn't either." He raised an eyebrow at us and smirked.

"Hey, I wasn't saying anything." Emmett raised his hands in defence.

"Dude, I know you. You totally wish you could go over there and carry her away over your shoulder. She's like you're sister."

Em pondered this for a bit before shrugging in acceptance. Jazz turned his attentions on me.

"And you. You're probably thinking the same thing, though I doubt your feeling like she's your sister."

"Whatever." I scoffed, but inward was panicking slightly. Was I really that transparent? Could you easily tell that I had the hots for his little sister? Nah, probably not. It was most likely due to the fact that we had known each other for a long time.

I surveyed the dance floor again.

Where the fuck did Bella and the dickhead go?

BPOV

Normally I didn't dance with random guys in clubs. But tonight I was in such a good mood I couldn't resist. I was excited about being here and making new friends and I may be slightly buzzed from my beer.

So when the cute, blonde guy decided he wanted a dance I didn't push him away. We danced for two songs, before I excused myself and thanked him. I asked Rose if she wanted a drink and she nodded, still dancing. Extricating myself from the mass of writhing bodies I made my way over to the bar.

"Hey!" A voice called behind me, and I saw my dancing partner walking swiftly up to me. "I'm Peter."

He held out his hand and I shook it laughing at his huge smile.

"Bella."

"I liked dancing with you Bella." He leaned against the bar, his brown eyes twinkling. I copied his posture and smiled back.

"I like that you liked dancing with me."

"That's good."

"It is."

He rubbed his chin, seemingly nervous. I also liked that.

"Do you want to maybe go out sometime?" He looked me directly in the eyes as he asked. Did I? It could be fun. Also, it would be nice having someone else I knew around the city.

"Yeah, I would actually." I nodded at him and he breathed out in relief.

"Can I get your number then?"

"Nope." I got an eyebrow raise for that one. "I just moved here, days ago, literally, so I'll need sometime settling in. If you give me your number I'll call when I'm ready."

He pondered this for a moment before grinning at me. "I like it." Grabbing a napkin and a pen from the bar he scribbled the numbers down. "I await your call, Bella." He said in a mysterious voice and saluted me as he backed away from the bar.

Laughing I turned and jumped a little as I saw the girl standing behind me at the bar. She was staring at me with bright blue eyes. She was very pale, even in the club with the flashing strobe lights I could tell and she was petite. Close to the same height as me without my heels on. Her hair was as dark as coal and cut extremely short. If I was to pull out a strand it would probably only be one or two inches long. She had it styled up in all different directions. Her make-up was very minimal, with only some dark eyeliner placed on her delicate face.

She was wearing the usual bartender attire of black pants and a white shirt, though the shirt had become stained throughout the evening. A handtowel was thrown over her shoulder.

"What would you like?" Her voice was flat and monotone. But I guess mine would be too if I was working here all night. I gave her my order and she returned. As I was fishing the money out of my wallet she spoke again. But it was not something I was expecting.

"Are you Jasper's girlfriend?"

I looked up at her, shocked. Her face was as emotionless as her voice, but her eyes displayed her interest. Bastards always give away everything.

"Um definitely not. I'm his sister." I explained and handed over the money. Her eyes flicked towards our booth and back to me.

"Oh. It wasn't my place to ask anyway." She put the money away and wiped down the bench, feigning disinterest. No-one seemed to be coming over to the bar, and Rose was still dancing so I took a seat in one of the stools.

"How do you know Jasper?" I was intrigued by this woman, mainly because I was pretty sure she had a special interest in my brother.

I saw a light blush form on her cheeks and I smiled. I was usually the one who blushes.

"I serve them whenever they come in here. No big deal." She tried to sound casual, but her body language said otherwise. I wonder if she is the only one who serves them.

"That's cool. I'm Bella by the way." I held my hand out, nearly knocking our drinks over. She took it hesitantly.

"Alice." She sent me a small smile. I leaned forward on the bar. I don't know why, but I immediately liked Alice. I could tell that we could be friends.

"If we're still here when you get off work, you should stop by our booth."

She looked at me incredulously and I nodded.

"Seriously."

"I finish pretty late."

"Damn. I'll tell you what. I'll give you my number and you can call me if you want to hang out sometime." This time I wrote my number down on napkin and I handed it to her. She took it making a face like she was trying not to laugh.

"But no using it to stalk my brother." I waggled my finger at her in warning. Fuck. Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say. She's never going to call me now. Shit.

To my surprise however she laughed and put the napkin in her pocket.

"I think I'll do that Bella. Although, you're the one who is picking up women in bars so I should be more worried about you." This time when she spoke her voice had more character and her expression lit up her face.

"Touché." I laughed and got up as she was called away to another customer. I was confident that I would be getting a call from Alice very soon.

So I didn't stick to my plan but eh. Here's the new chapter. Hope you all enjoy it.

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