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I'M SORRY! It's been ages since I last updated. I'm really sorry, I'm rubbish. But if anyone cares, Spain was lovely. :)

I don't like this chapter that much, but it is kinda essential to the story. I feel like it's a little rushed, since I wrote it in about an hour tonight, but I just wanted it out so I didn't have to worry about it until the weekend. I have about a million exams this week so...yeah. Poor spelling and grammar in this one, so I'm sorry. Hope you all forgive me. :(


BPOV

Jacob and I had been dating for a week, and everything was…surprisingly good. The day after Emmett's party was pretty awkward, but Rosalie didn't sit with Jasper, Emmett, Alice and I or talk to us - she sat with Mike. It felt like Alice had replaced her at our table, and in our friendship, for which Emmett was eternally thankful for. He and Alice had decided they would try it out as a couple, and they were doing great. They were adorable, and pretty comical to see, what with Alice's height and Emmett's…enormity. I'd managed to get out of shopping with Alice that night, but it had only been postponed to this weekend. It was now Saturday, which meant shopping day. Deep joy.

I'd chosen to wear something "Alice approved" (since some of it was hers that she'd lent me). I wore some leggings (Alice's) with a long sleeveless vintage t-shirt (mine) with a cream coloured oversized cardigan (Alice's) and my white Converse. Overall, it was a compromise, and I didn't look too bad which I hated to admit.

My first clue that Alice had arrived was the screeching of tires. Next, I could hear Kings of Leon pouring out the car. Manhattan - my favourite. When the tires came to a halt and a sudden yell of my name came, I knew she expected me to move my ass out the door right this second. I shouted goodbye to Rosalie who was in her room with Mike doing God knows what, ran out my room, stumbled down the stairs and ran (quite literally) out the door and into her beautiful yellow Porsche.

"You look so good! See what happens when you take my amazing advice, Bella?"

"I turn out ultra-modest, just like you?" I joked as she pulled out of my drive.

"Ha-di-fucking ha. Seriously, you look hot!"

"I'm sorry, is this Alice or Edward I'm talking to?"

She smiled at me and pushed my shoulder lightly, which caused her to swerve a little. Horns honked and some people who had their windows down cursed us, but they were all met with mine and Alice's middle finger.

"So how are things with you and Emmett?" I asked her. She smiled a beatific smile, and wrinkled her nose slightly before sighing happily.

"Oh My God, Bella, he's so amazing. I mean, I didn't think anyone here would be up to the standards I have here but he does…and exceeds them! I'm just so…happy. Fuck Rosalie, no offence, but she can now say whatever the hell she wants about me and all I'll be able to do is smile my ass off."

I laughed.

"No offence taken - Rosalie is a bitch, trust me - I know. And I'm glad things are okay. Usually he has some airhead who he just fucks once then ditches, so you should feel privileged he's staying with you."

She laughed her tiny laugh, which sounded just like Tinkerbell. I smirked at my new nickname for her.

"What?" She'd obviously caught my grin.

"Nothing…Tinkerbell," I finished. I turned to see her glaring daggers at me, like she wished a painful death upon me. So, naturally, I erupted in laughter. She growled at me, which just made me laugh harder.

"Bella! Shut the fuck up!"

I clamped my mouth shut so tightly my teeth hurt.

"I know I'm…a little on the short side…but it's not something to be made fun of. Okay?"

I saluted her like a soldier would his officer and stamped my foot against the floor of the Porsche.

"And don't kick my baby," she warned, glowering at my foot. I put my hands up in surrender.

We arrived at the mall twenty minutes later and I had to suppress a groan. Alice squealed a little before jumping out the car and running round to open mine since I was considering hot-wiring her car and making a break for it. She grabbed my hand and tugged my from the car and into the mall, locking her car over her shoulder. I was entering hell - help.


Jasper POV

Just shoot me now. The last week had been torture. I had to watch Bella parade her boyfriend around whilst watching him fucking basking in the attention and he was fucking loving it. What a fuck-face. The only reason why I'd not kicked the shit out of him yet was the look on Bella's face when he turned up. She looked so happy and I didn't want to be the one to ruin that. Her whole face lit up like a kid at fucking Christmas. So instead of being the person who tells her Santa isn't real, I kept my mouth shut. I was thankful when Saturday rolled around as it meant I didn't have to listen to my best friend talk about how well her relationship is going, along with Emmett telling me how he thinks he's falling in love with Alice. Stupid guy - love takes time. He's only known Alice for a week or so, whereas I've known Bella for going on 14 years. Talking of Alice and of Bella, neither were spending the day with their respective others. They were going shopping all day, which I was pretty sure Bella would despise.

I'd just got out of the shower when I heard a loud knock on the door. I shoved some jeans on and slumped downstairs to open the door where I came face to face with Rosalie.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Nice, Jasper. Can't a friend visit another friend without having an ulterior motive?" She smiled sweetly and batted her mascara clumped eyelashes.

"Not you. You're never nice."

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Duh. Now let me in - we need to talk."

I was still perplexed by her showing up at my front door so I didn't register her words until she shoved her way past me and into my house. She appraised it before nodding in approval. Her heels clacked noisily as she walked into the living room, flinging herself onto the couch. I followed her out of a lack of anything wiser to do.

"Um…What did you want to talk about?"

"It's hard to sum it up. Well, actually it's about my sister."

I woke up a little then. What did this have to do with Bella? Was she in trouble?

"She's dating Jacob."

I internally groaned. I seriously did not want to be reminded of the fact - I knew it better than most people since it was all I'd been thinking about for the last week.

"So?" I asked.

"So what are you going to do about it?"

My eyebrows furrowed at her ambiguous question that, apparently, came from nowhere.

"What do you m--"

"Oh, don't try and deny it. You've been in love with my miserable sister for God knows how long. You might think it's undetectable, but quite honestly you suck at hiding it. You look at her like the sun shines out of her fucking ass. So, I'll ask again now we're both on the same page: what are you going to do about her dating that moron?"

Ah. She knew I loved Bella. Rosalie Swan knew my biggest secret. Not good.

"I don't lo--" I cut myself off when I realised I couldn't say the words. It felt like blasphemy coming out, and it was obvious Rosalie recognised it. I groaned and fell onto the sofa, covering my pitiful face with my hands.

"I don't know what I'm gonna do. I mean, what can I do? She's just so happy and I don't want to be the one who takes it away. I couldn't do that to her."

She nodded like she understood.

"I just…I just want to see her happy, and he fills that category, I guess. Even if he is a…No, there's no word for him."

She smiled faintly.

"I don't think she's that happy, to be honest. She's a really naïve girl - she just likes the feeling it gives her to have a boyfriend." She scoffed as she turned back to me after observing a magazine. "I guess we're both fucked, huh?"

"Why, who are you after?" … Like I had to ask.

"Edward." She sighed his name like he was a freaking God. Why, why, did everyone fall head over heels for that guy? As pissed as I was, I was pretty impressed. I should learn his secret, then maybe Bella would start to see me in the same light as I saw her. I quickly pushed that vain hope away - it would never happen, why get my hopes up?

"Of course. He does seem to posses a certain je ne sais quoi. What does this all have to do with me, Rosalie? Why did you come over? Was it just to tell me how shit my life is and how, although I may love the girl, the girl thinks of me as the lovely best friend, or did you want to pour salt on the wound?"

She smirked at me, before laughing - good and proper. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen Rosalie laugh for real. She looked un-intimidating and pretty when she laughed like that. I decided I should try and make her laugh like that more often if it made her seem friendly - no one would believe me otherwise.

"Well, I just figured we should help each other out. I want Edward, who wants Bella, who's dating Jacob, who can be disposed of easily, so someone, like you, could swoop in and take over our sweet little Bella's heart."

I frowned. What was this, a conspiracy meeting? She wanted my help but I didn't need hers. She seemed to notice what I was thinking.

"You think I can't help you, don't you? Well, I actually know more about Bella than anyone else. I know she's never been to Europe, even though mom and dad always take me and she gets invited. I know she hates parties more than she hates shopping. I know she loves chocolate milk and I know that she wouldn't cope if mom and dad actually split up. I know you're her best friend, even before Emmett, and she loves you so much and she'd do anything for you. She has a diary under her chest of drawers in the corner. She goes to bed at eleven when she has nothing else to do, but can't get to sleep for another…I think it was twenty-three minutes - every time without fail. She has every colour of Converse, but her favourites are her black ones because she thinks black is classic. Her favourite book is--"

"It's Wuthering Heights. I know that, just like everything else you've told me," I cut her off.

"Wrong. That's what she tells people. Her favourite book is The Taming of the Shrew for some ungodly reason. Hence why she loves being the moody girl, because she's waiting for the person who can see through that. And trust me when I say it's not Jacob."

Wow. I could have sworn it was Wuthering Heights.

"What are you saying then, Rosalie? Give it to me straight without asking questions and giving me ambiguous phrases."

"Okay. I want Edward - Edward wants Bella, just like you. We need Bella to break up with Jacob so she's available. To split them up, you're going to have to lie, Jasper. Make up some shit about Jacob - like… he's gay and using Bella as a cover… or he's been saying what a crap lay she is to his friends, and I'll back it up so she can't ignore the evidence. When she's available, you'll have some competition from Edward, but she hates Edward, so I don't think there's need to worry. Edward will feel rejected, he'll be lonely. I swoop in - no worries, I have a plan which will rock - and he falls madly in love with me. You get Bella, I get Edward, Emmett's with Alice, Jacob's lonely and will find solace with a bunch of useless bimbo's, get's a load of sex and wham-bam-thank you-ma'am, everyone is as happy as a kid at Christmas."

I sighed. It wasn't the best plan in the world - I could spot numerous flaws, such as the fact that I had to tell Bella of my feelings, but in theory - it was alright, and it could work. Bella would probably murder me if she found out I'd lied about Jacob, but she'd get over it - they weren't serious anyway.

I nodded in finality.

"I'm in."

Rosalie gained a mischievous smile, and clapped her hands together.

"Good answer, Jasper. Now…I'm going. Get thinking on how you're going to admit that you love Bella. Au revoir Jazzy-Jazz-Jazz. Great doing business with you."

She winked at me before strolling out the living room and out the door.

I sighed as she left. I may have just secured my future with Bella finally - so why did I feel like I'd just signed my soul away to the devil?


APOV

Shopping was fantastic! I made Bella try on about three-hundred different outfits, all of which she hated, bar seven. She loved seven outfits that I picked out for her and, if I had to say so myself, she looked fucking amazing. I bought her a body-con dress she hated, but it looked so hot on her it would have been wrong to not buy it. I only bought three pairs of shoes and four outfits - including a few bikinis - but they were all great. By the end of the day, I had blisters on my feet from the six inch heels I had on in an attempt to look taller and Bella was shattered. She had been moaning to me since lunch about leaving, but I was adamant that we weren't.

I dropped her off with her multiple bags at her house which looked pretty empty. She invited me in, but I told her I had to meet Emmett after his gym session, to which she rolled her eyes at. I zoomed off in the direction of the gym to pick him up. He wasn't waiting outside for me which was odd, so I walked into the large building and approached the reception desk.

"Hey…Have you seen a guy around here? Really tall, big, curly dark hair…?"

"Oh, Emmett?" she smiled.

"Yeah."

"His coach thought he could use an extra hour. He told me to apologise to you. He's boxing at the moment."

"Oh. Okay, thank you."

I walked off with the intention of returning later when I saw an inviting pool through a large glass window. I turned back to the receptionist and smiled kindly at her.

"Is the pool open?"

"Yes. Would you like to go down for an hour?"

"I think I would."

She gave me some towels after I'd ran to the car and got out one of my new bikinis and I ran into the changing rooms to get changed.

The pool was warm when I jumped in. I didn't really care about my hair or make-up, since I'd brought my make-up bag with me, and my hair didn't need doing anything to it anyway. I swam fifty laps in the hour I waited for Emmett. When I looked up at the clock towards the shallow end, I saw it had been over an hour, so Emmett should be finished by now. Surely the receptionist had told him I was in here, so why hadn't he come to find me? I stopped swimming and brushed the hair out of my face with my hands, sighing in frustration.

"Enjoying your swim?"

I jumped about a mile in fright. I whipped my head around to see Emmett leaning against a pillar at the deep end (looking delicious, I might add), his arms folded and his expression something between amused and…something I couldn't out my finger on. Lust? Admiration?

"Yes, actually. You're late, by the way."

"I know. I'm sorry, my coach got all huffy with me. Jenny told me you were in here so I came down abut five minutes ago, but you seemed very into you swim so I thought it best not to bother you."

I shook my head at him, and I suddenly became aware of the situation. I was in a bikini, make-up-less, hair wet and off my face, out of puff from my swimming. I must've looked like a drowned rat. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as I thought about that.

"You feeling embarrassed, Al?" Emmett asked, smiling an amused smile.

"A little," I admitted. "I must look effing ridiculous."

His eyes widened and his mouth fell open.

"Ridiculous? You think you look ridiculous?"

"Well…yeah."

He shook his head before stripping on his white vest top, kicking his shoes off and diving gracefully into the pool. How I noticed he was graceful was beyond me, since I was too focused on the sight of him topless. It was definitely a sight to behold - he looked practically edible. My brain started working again when he was submerged in the dark water where I couldn't see his body, and I saw he was swimming right for me. I squealed a little before trying to wade away from him. It was a stupid attempt, I thought, when he caught me by the waist and lifted me up out of the water, holding me up high, ignoring my pleas as I grabbed onto his shoulders.

"Mary-Alice Brandon," he said, ignoring my glare at the use of my horrid full name, "you look many things right now. Ridiculous is not one of them. I can promise you that. Fucking hot, sexy, utterly beautiful are at the top. You look so pretty without your make-up on. Don't get me wrong, you look gorgeous whatever you're wearing, but you look very…natural, right now. You look spectacular. So shut up about 'ridiculous'. Okay?"

"Okay!" I squealed, feeling the cold air hit my half naked body. He lowered me back down before kissing my forehead.

"So…Ready to go, or do you want to stay for a while?" he asked me.

"We can go if you want. I'm done."

He nodded once before lifting me out of the water again and onto the ledge so I could stand up and totter off to the changing rooms, barely hearing the door slam behind me due to the deafening sound of my heart beating against my chest.


And a little happiness at the end. I really love Emmett and Alice together...

Anyway, tell me what you think. Once again, I'm sorry if it seemed rushed or lacked drama. Next update should be this weekend.

HOLY SHIT who's seen the New Moon trailer? I actually screamed when I saw it was out for about five minutes, and my friends were on the floor laughing at me. I think I started hyperventillating too...Anyway, it looks FREAKING AMAZING. If you've not seen it, go on youtube and have a gander. It's just...Wow. The wolf transformation looks so good! Ah! I just want to meet the cast and crew and give hem a big hug and thank them for everything. *sigh*...Sorry, I'll shut up now.

Anyway, review!

Next chapter: The Heart Never Lies (McFly) - A new face comes to town and causes drama with relationships - both good and bad. But one person knows this face, and they know it's a bad sign when this new person becomes involved with your life...