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BPOV

I really hope I'm dreaming right now, because if I'm not, my life is about to spiral into the deepest pits of hell. In front of me are Edward and Jacob, both poised to fight. I try o scream, to ell them to stop, but I can't move. I am stuck watching as Jacob leaps towards my Edward, tearing his head off his perfect god like body. I am apparently able to scream now, because I am screaming so loud my throat hurts. Actually, now that I think about it, my whole body hurts. I feel like I have been hit by a truck, and that is not a good feeling.

"Bella! Bella!" shouts an angelic voice from somewhere in the distance. "Bella, wake up, it's just a dream! Wake UP!"

My eyes fly open, and I immediately breathe in deeply. Sadly, the feeling of being hit by a truck did not subside with the dream.

"Bella, are you ok?" Asks Rosalie from next to me. I groan in reply, the pain in my head increasing until it is nearly unbearable. I feel a cool hand on my forehead, and I sigh in relief.

"Gosh Bella, your burning up! Do you feel sick?" I nod my head and whimper slightly. Great, I am sick and Edward is away. Rosalie was left to baby sit me while everyone else went hunting. We had grown a little closer after we came back from Italy, but it was still slightly awkward.

"Bella?" says a voice I would recognize anywhere "E-Edward?" I ask, trying to make my voice not sound as pathetic as I feel, I obviously didn't a very good job.

"Oh, Bella! Are you okay? Rosalie called me saying that you were warm. Do you feel sick? I am coming home as soon as possible."

"Edward" I croak out "I'm fine; please don't cut your hunting trip short, it has been weeks since your last hunt. I – I" I never got to finish my rant, because the overwhelming feeling of nausea had me running to the bathroom, ultimately ending my conversation with Edward.

"Edward, I have to go" says Rosalie from the other room "She will be fine, Carlisle says she has the flu. Ok, Ok Edward? I don't have time to listen your list of things that could go wrong while you're not with Bella, I have to go! Ok, Bye."

I feel a cool hand pull my hair into a pony tail, then rubbing my back softly.

After 3 minutes of dry heaving, I am finally able to lean away from the porcelain bowl of death.

"Do you want to go back to Edward's room now?" asks Rosalie. I nod my head slowly, starting to stand up. The feeling of dizziness overwhelms me, and I fall backwards into Rosalie's arms. She picks me up softly and carries me back to Edward's room.

I am in and out of conscious for an unknown amount of time. The pain gradually gets worse, till it is so unbearable I can't sleep. I open my eyes slowly, only to snap them closed again. It is dark out side, but there's a lamp on he bedside able that is shining brightly in my eye's, causing my head to pound.

"Oh, Let me turn that off" I hear from beside me, before a click. I open my eyes again slowly, trying not to add to the pounding headache I have.

"Hi." I croak to Rosalie, who is sitting at the end of my bed.

"Hi." She replies. "Look Bella, I just want to say that" she takes a deep breath "I am so so sorry for how I treated you. Truthfully, I was mad because I thought you would hurt my family, and jealous, because you could get the attention of Edward and I couldn't. I was confused by the second part.

"But, I thought Emmett was your mate?" I ask quietly.

"Oh! I do! I didn't mean it like that. I don't have any romantic appeal towards Edward, it's just that I was always able to flatter every boy I saw, and when Edward didn't appeal to me, I truthfully thought he was gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that of course. Anyways, when Edward fell in love with you, I got jealous because I had thought all this time he wasn't attracted to me because he liked guys, when really I was because I wasn't pretty enough for him."

"What! You're Gorgeous!" I whisper, afraid to raise my voice.

"Thank You." She says with a slightly grim laugh "but I guess I am just not the right kind of gorgeous for him." I think I understood what she was trying to say. She was jealous because Edward didn't like her, he liked me.

"I accept your apology." I say after a long silence. Rosalie brightens immensely in dark room.

"Thank You." She says for the second time tonight, but that isn't what really shocked me. What shocked me most was what Rosalie did after tanking me, she hugged me.

That night was full of revelations. Rosalie told me her story, and I told her mine. We also found that we have quite a few things in common. We both love classics, something that shocked me more than anything. I could never imagine Rosalie Hale sitting down and reading something like Wuthering Heights, but apparently she has read it over a thousand times. We both like chick flicks, a revelation that helped us plan what we were going to do for the week I would be sick. Most importantly, we both are fiercely protective of our family.

"You know" says Rosalie from the end of my bed, where she had been sitting for most of the night "You really should go to sleep, otherwise Edward will kill me." I yawn quietly in agreement, before burrowing down into the numerous comforters brought into the room to keep me warm.

"Rosalie?" I ask suddenly.

"Yes?" she replies

"Thanks." I say "For acting like the older sister I always wanted."

I thought I heard a gasp and a 'you too', but I couldn't be sure. By that time I was drifting to sleep, happy about Rosalie's expectance.

Hello! Ok, so as always please review! And one more thing! I will be out of town on Thursday and Friday, so I can't update then. I will try to update on Saturday though. SO PLEASE REVIEW!