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Ok, I just want to tell you all something. I don't know what's going to happen in the chapters until I write them. Really. So, for all of you who ask me what's going to happen... I don't know. Lol. Really. This story actually didn't have a real set plot until...well.. The second chapter. This fic was actually going to be a depressing one but, as I wrote, I just couldn't leave out the little humorous remarks I was thinking. So yeah... Surprise!

So... I was looking over people's homepages (I always do this... it's an interest) and I have decided that for every chapter, starting now, I will be making a comment about someone's page. Why? Because I feel that all their hard work for making one so creative shouldn't be put to waste... and some quotes posted are just too damn funny. Here's the first:

-drum roll, please-

BloodyFreakin'NightmareHer page is pretty freaking sweet. My favorite quote from her page is the first one shown:

I'm a little teapot short and stout...

Here is my handle here is my...

Well I'll be damned.

I'm a sugar bowl.

Ahaha. -sighs- I am very easily amused. But it is funny...

Fine, whatever, I'll move on.

ENJOY!

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Bella's POV

I was dreading Monday. Edward and I hadn't talked to each other since Friday, despite his promise of 'seeing me later.' Well, later could mean anytime but I don't think we left on the right note for 'later' to mean anytime soon.

It was Sunday and I was spending the day with Jacob. We had formed quite a unique relationship within the past couple days. He had exchanged his number with me on Friday after walking Alice and I to her car, promising to call me the next day to make sure I was ok.

True to his word, I received a call on Saturday, concern lacing every word he spoke. The phone call ended with a time set to meet each other in La Push the next day... and, now, here I was: walking the sidewalks of La Push with Jacob, laughing at nothing in particular.

Jacob had a soothing presence, a good aura. He reminded me of the big brother I never had and always wanted. Protective and kind. Sometimes, though, I felt his gaze linger on me longer than necessary or his hand touch mine too coincidental for it to be an 'accident.'

It was little things like this that I ignored, though, not wanting to think he may actually feel something more for me than the friend vibe I was giving off... or at least I hope that was all I was giving. Jacob was attractive: tall, dark, almond shaped eyes shaped by thick eyelashes, had the body of an athlete. But, I could never see it working out between us. Too much of a family-felt vibe to pursue something beyond that.

And, just because– he wasn't Edward.

My heart thud painfully in my chest as I thought of him and I shook my head to rid of any thought of Edward.

"You ok, Bells?" Jacob looked at me, worriedly.

We had stopped walking and I took a moment to compose myself, drowning myself in the sounds of the many people in La Push. "I'm fine." I breathed out when I was sure I put truth to my words.

Jacob still looked at me so I gave him a large, goofy smile to prove my point. He rolled his eyes and took my hand, leading me to the park. We sat down on the grass, watching kids play.

I leaned back on my elbows and shielded my eyes from the sun.

"Bella?"

I dropped my hand to look at Jacob.

He was staring at me with a small smile on his lips. "You look very beautiful today."

I blushed, looking down at my outfit. All I was wearing was shorts and a blue polo, my hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Thank you." I whispered.

It wasn't the first time I had been called beautiful. My mother said it plenty, even Phil, and every once in awhile, Charlie would too. But they were the parental figures in my life. I always thought it was just a natural thing for them to say to their child. It was this reason why I had never thought more to the word when it was used on me.

But Jacob wasn't a parental figure in my life. He was an attractive man who had told me I was beautiful with sincerity. And it was that little fact that I had made a guy, with looks like his, say something like that, that made me feel beautiful.

Jacob's lips quirked, his eyebrows raising. "You get any redder and I'm going to have to do the Hiemlick on you."

This made me blush harder.

"Not that I would mind." I thought I heard him mutter.

"What?" I asked. Perhaps all the blood in my head, now, was affecting my hearing.

"Nothing."

We continued sitting, talking only when we felt the need to make fun of a parent being too over protective with their child and "The Slide."

"Look at her." Jacob laughed, pointing to a Mom who had her hands on her face in horror as she watched her son climb the 'treacherous stairs.' "Don't do it!" Jacob mocked.

I was laughing so hard. It was one of those things where you had to be there to get the full affect of the humor.

"It's too big for you to climb!" The worried Mother screamed to her child.

Jacob and I looked at each other, snorting laughter. The ladder to the slide was a good 10-15 little steps up. Jacob stood a good 3 inches above the very top of the slide at the least, the kid would be fine.

"Watch, Mommy!" The little boy raised his hands above his head when he reached the top, stretching, messing with his mother.

"Caleb!" Ah, so now we knew the name of the mischievous boy. "Get down here, NOW! You are going to break your arm when you fall!"

Again, I snorted. The ground of the playground was a certain type of flooring specialized so that if any injury was caused, it was minor.

Caleb stood there for a moment, thinking, before nodding his head. "Ok." He propped himself down on the slide, much to his mother's horror, and slid down... slowly.

When he was at the bottom, his mother wrapped her arms around him. "Never do that to me again! You almost killed yourself up there, sliding down at that speed."

Speed? The kid was going negative mph! I couldn't hold it in anymore and clutched my sides, laughing till tears came to my eyes. Jacob's laughs were quieting down to chuckles but I couldn't stop.

"I'm s-s-sorry." I sputtered out.

I faintly recognized when Jacob's body got closer to mine. I thought he was going to pat my back and crack a joke about my inability to stop making myself look like an idiot. I was surprised when I felt a hand lightly pull at my chin, facing me in the direction it wanted.

My eyes, that had closed sometime during my little episode, snapped open. I was met by Jacob's stare, his eyes full of emotion. Want? Longing? Was there a difference?

I felt my eyes widen. No. It felt too much like when Edward had done this to me. But, though the action was the same, the feeling was not. I didn't, couldn't, feel the pull towards Jacob like I had towards Edward. There was a feeling of want for both men, but, not the need for Jacob like I needed Edward. I wanted Jacob as my friend, as my fill-in brother, my protector. But not like this.

"I can't." I whispered when Jacob's face moved closer to mine.

He frowned, not backing away, my face still securely tucked in his hand. "Is it...?"

I gave him a knowing look, a helpless smile crossing my lips. "It's this guy..." I repeated the words I had spoken to him that Friday night.

Jacob sighed, his hot breath sweeping my face as he pulled back. Not like Edward's sweet, cool air. It was that moment that I realized I had made the right choice. How much easier it would have been if I could've just been normal and fallen for Jacob. But, I couldn't because I didn't harbor the same feelings for him as I did with Edward.

I loved Jacob but, I was in love with Edward.

"I understand... I think." Jacob said. He looked at me with sad eyes. "I've only known you for a little bit, Bella, but I feel like I've known you my whole life. This– guy, whoever he is, he better get his act together. I'm serious, Bells." His eyes flashed. "If it weren't for him, I'd probably have a chance...." His voice trailed off, wondering.

I thought about what he said. Maybe. But, I doubted it. My heart was Edward's now.

We sat side by side, not speaking, just thinking. The sky's light blue was slowly darkening, a shadow of the moon appearing.

"I better get you home." Jacob got up and held out his hand to helm me.

I started to pull my hand back but Jacob's hold tightened and I was forced to look up at him.

"I'll be waiting in the wings, Bells." His voice was low, the emotion clouding his eyes again.

"Jacob..." It hurt to think of this happening. This was not supposed to happen. Having Edward and I being the way we were... and now Jacob...

"I know." He smiled, his expression now carefree, relaxed. "But if anything should ever change..." He wiggled his eyebrows, letting me know he understood, if only a little.

I laughed and nodded. "You will always be my friend." I winced at the words. It was almost like deja vu... just a different scenery, but the emotion was the same. I wanted Edward as Jacob wanted me. Oh, the irony.

Jacob chuckled and smoothed out the worry lines on my forehead. "Don't worry, Bells. It'll all work out." He kissed the tip of my head and grabbed my hand, walking me back to his car.

I didn't know what he meant by it will all work out. I just hoped he got over his feelings for me and like me the way he was supposed to: As nothing more than a friend. My own broken heart couldn't stand if I broke his.

Jacob's friendship was too valuable to lose.

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Edward's POV

"Ugh." I moaned into my pillow.

It was Monday morning. The beginning.... of the end.

There was school... and annoying teachers... and annoying exams with annoying people... and... Bella. I shot out of bed and hurried to get dressed.

"HEY!" Alice screamed at me as I hurried past her down the stairs, almost knocking her over in the process.

"Sorry." I mumbled, jumping the last six stairs and practically ran out the door to my Volvo.

Since I had left Bella on Friday, I had focused on changing my act. 'Course, I couldn't change everything but everything that needed to change... well, it was in affect. I had skipped the party on Friday and was dropped off at my house much to my teammates disappointment. That was a start to me getting rid of my manwhorish ways. Not that attending a party declares me man-whore but, it was guaranteed that I would be getting layed if I went... Especially in the state I would have arrived in; upset.

I was determined to fix what I had created with Bella. I would move slowly, be her good friend and then, when she was comfortable with me, I would ask her to be mine. I couldn't afford to rush this, Bella meant too much.

I slammed on my breaks when I pulled into the school parking lot and waited until I spotted Bella's truck. There was still twenty minutes before school started. I was impatient, my foot tapping the floor of my car quicker the more minutes passed.

Finally, I heard the wheeze of her truck pull into the school parking lot and I saw Bella park across the way from me. Getting out of my car, I walked over to her door and opened it for her, giving her my famous crooked smile.

Bella gasped in surprise, a delicious blush flushing her cheeks, before she offered me her own smile. Her eyes lit up and she gave me a little mock pout. "You scared me." She scolded me.

Bella hopped out of her truck, her breast bouncing as she did so. I shifted my weight. Unaware of the uncomfortable position she was putting me in, she turned her back to me and leaned over her seat to grab her bag. I got a perfect view of her ass and shifted my weight again.

Pitching a tent there, Eddie? Down boy.

My eyes snapped up before she could witness me staring at her. Bella turned around with her bag and books. I grabbed them from her, shutting her truck door, and we headed to English.

"Thank you." I heard her murmur. Bella was looking at me curiously, probably wondering at my sudden oddness. "Were you waiting for me?" She asked, suddenly.

My pace faltered and I had to catch myself. Hopefully she didn't notice.

Bella laughed. "Normally I'm the one who's tripping over flat surfaces."

Whoop. Guess she noticed.

I chuckled and saw that Bella was still waiting for an answer. "Well–"I hesitated, my free hand rubbing my neck. "Yeah, I was."

"Oh." Bella's eyes widened, slightly, as she turned to look forward. We were almost by the classroom.

Now what do I say? We walked in silence for a few seconds, stopping at the door of English, before she broke the silence. I was thankful until I listened to her question.

"Why?" The question was innocent, the answer– not so much.

Because I can't wait to see you everyday. Not to mention, every night I have these fantasies and dreams about you that are the reasons why I wake up with morning wood.

So I played it safe.

"No one worth talking to was here yet." Which was actually true but not everything I wanted to say. I opened the door for her as her eyebrows rose at my partial answer.

"No one worth talking to?" Bella held back a chuckle, walking past me, grabbing her things from me.

"Ah, you caught me." I laughed then leaned down to whisper in her ear, my lips just barely touching her lobe. "Can you blame a guy for wanting to make conversation with the most beautiful girl on campus?"

I didn't wait for her answer and walked by her, sitting at my seat.

So, I guess I didn't see that beautiful flush on her cheeks after I said that. Or the way she just completely stopped moving. Or how her knees trembled.

I guess I just noticed how it wasn't until the bell rang that she finally moved and walked by me to her seat.

My chuckle was silent as students started entering the class.

I posted another chapter... the NEXT FREAKING DAY! Someone? Anyone? Thank you, thank you. -bows down- lol. I stayed home today so I did what I needed to do. Thanks for all who sent me a 'get well' review. I will... soon. :D

What did ya think? Personally, I like writing Jacob in this fic. It's fun. And with what I just planned as I was typing this... Mua-ha-ha-ha! :P

A little dissapointed the number count that showed up this chapter. It seemed like more than 3,039 or whatever. -sniffs-