A/N: Hey heys! Sorry about the trouble with the last chapter, and sorry I removed it and put it up again today – I had to, because I checked today and couldn't see chapter 10. Anyways, thanks so much for all your wonderful reviews, once again! Thanks a lot to my girl Jerz, I'm Super Girl, Cam_illa, Puasluoma, and Zoe! :D if I forgot anyone, I'm very sorry but really do I love all of you! hehe

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Chapter 11: The Heavy Rain.

Bella's POV:

2 years ago, La Push reservation, Forks.

"I forgot how much I love coming here," I said, staring into the waves. "It's always so beautiful."

First beach was a place that always calmed me; maybe because it reminded me so much of my time in Phoenix, or maybe because I used to come here with my dad when I was a little girl. Either way, it felt like home.

It was spring break, and Jake and I both went home to Forks to spend some time with our dads, who insisted on us coming over. I have to admit, I did miss Charlie while I was at school, and I had been dying to come here and visit him.

"Not as beautiful as you, though," Jacob commented, and I felt his eyes on me.

"Really?" I laughed and cocked an eyebrow at him. "You're using that cheesy line to get in my pants? Did that ever work for you with girls?"

"With each and every one of them," he laughed. "Though I really mean it. I've always thought you're beautiful, Bella. Even when we were little and made mud pies together. I would always screw mine up because I was too busy staring at you."

I laughed. "You did not! You make the best mud pies in Washington."

"Is that the line you're using to get in my pants? Cause I have to say, that won't get you in there."

I raised my eyebrow again.

"Okay, yes it will," he nodded. "In fact, practically anything you'll say will get you in there."

"Thought so," I laughed. "Hey, so did you talk to your dad about Sue?"

Jacob and I had a theory about my dad and Sue Clearwater, so Jacob decided to ask Billy, who was a very big gossip for an old man, what was happening there.

"Yup," he said. "Definitely into Charlie."

"No way!" I laughed out. I was thrilled about the idea of Charlie not being alone when I wasn't home, and being taken care of (because if he had to cook… let's just say it was a good thing that the house had a solid insurance policy).

"Oh yeah. She brings him food home and to the police station… she even brought him worms to use as baits when he and Billy went fishing."

"Wow, she even fed his fish," I said. "That really says something about a girl's feelings."

"Definitely," he agreed.

There was an awkward silence there, and I knew exactly what Jacob was thinking. He was wondering whether I felt even that strongly about him. I hated doing this to him.

"I'm cold," I said, moving a bit closer to him, snuggling into his warm body. I wanted him to somehow know that I loved him too, that I wanted to make it work.

He threw his arm around me and pulled me close, kissing my cheek. I smiled and turned my face to look at him, surprised with his suddenly intense gaze. He bent down to kiss me, and I didn't resist. While his lips caressed mine, all I could think was that this may not have been Edward, but we were making it work, we were acting like a normal couple right now.

It's still not Edward's lips, a voice echoed in the back of my mind.

My stomach growled loudly just then, making us break from the kiss and laugh softly.

"Sorry, I haven't eaten anything since 7am this morning," I admitted. It was already 4pm.

"You want me to make you a mud pie?" he joked.

"As tempting as that sounds, I think we'd better get a real pie in there, or something," I laughed.

"Hey, let's go to Danny's. I am so craving a burger and a cherry pie right now that I think I might be pregnant," he said.

I felt a lump in my throat. I really didn't want to go to Danny's Diner, where Edward and I ate all the time, where I would be constantly reminded of our time together, before he decided to completely cut me out of his life.

"Umm… no, I don't really feel like eating there," I said quietly, hoping my voice wouldn't betray me. I was trying to avoid turning this into another argument about Edward – we had enough of those lately.

"What are you talking about? You always used to tell me how you loved getting waffles and chocolate-banana shakes when you went there," he said, wrinkling his forehead.

After a moment, his jaw clenched and he looked like realization just hit him with a baseball bat. "With Edward," he added with a nod. "Of course."

"I'm sorry," I said. That's really all I had to say at that point.

"Yeah, okay."

"What do you want me to say, Jacob?" I snapped. It was pissing me off that this clearly wasn't working like I thought it was. I was tired of having the same argument again and again, which seemed unavoidable.

"I want you to say that you don't care about him anymore," he answered, pulling his arm away from over my shoulder.

"I can't do that, Jake, okay? And I'm so fucking tired of you judging me about this," I fumed.

"Bella, you're with me, you're not even speaking to him anymore, yet you still can't forget about him. Do you understand how that might be frustrating?"

"Well, I'm sorry," I said, "if I'm not living up to your expectations. I can't just turn off my feelings. I'm a person."

"I'm a person too, Bella, and you're hurting me right now," he said.

He's right. This isn't fair to him, to either of us.

It has to end now.

"This will be the last time I'll be hurting you," I said.

His head snapped to the side to look at me. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying, you're right. I'm only hurting you. You don't deserve this." I paused, gathering the guts to continue. "I think we should end it."

"Bella, no," he shook his head. "I overreacted, please, don't do this."

I fought the urge to cry, like I always seemed to do in difficult situations; he just seemed so hurt, and hurting Jacob was something I never intended to do.

"The thing is, I don't think I will ever get over Edward. You need someone who feels like that way about you."

"So if you're not with him, you won't be with anyone else, ever?" he said, sounding agitated. I didn't blame him.

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I just know that right now, I can't be fully into a relationship with anyone but him."

The moment the words left my mouth, I knew they would only upset him further.

"So we're talking about the person who's been ignoring your calls? That's the person you're so hopelessly in love with?"

"Sadly, yes," I said in a defensive tone, since he apparently had his mind set in attacking me.

"So what have I been to you all this time? Someone to use?"

"Hey, you knew exactly what you were getting into, so don't tell me I've been using you, okay?" I stood up, and he did the same.

"Please, Bella. You just needed someone to fuck you while you fantasize about him," he accused.

Wow. That's low, Jake.

I wanted so badly to slap him, and I could hardly contain the anger I felt at that moment, but I tried to keep in mind that he was the one who was treated unfairly here, that he was just speaking out of anger.

Just… get away from here.

I turned away from him and started to walk away, my hands in fists inside my jacket pockets.

"Bella, wait," he called out from behind me.

When he caught up with me, he grabbed a hold of my arm to put me to a stop. "I'm sorry."

"Just let go of me," I said, eyeing his hand on my arm. He let me go.

"You're hanging on to a dream," he said. "He doesn't care about you like I do, and he doesn't love you like I do."

"It doesn't matter," I decided. "This isn't right anymore. I don't know that it ever was."

"I love you," he said, pleading in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, taking in the sad expression of his face as a reminder that I couldn't stay and keep doing this to him.

Time to go now.

I started walking away again, and this time he didn't follow. All that time with Jacob felt like a waste of his time; I was never in it completely, I always knew it had no future.

So just like that, I was done hurting Jacob Black.

Today, outside Edward's room in my apartment, Seattle.

"Edward," I knocked louder on his bedroom door.

This morning Edward's room door was closed, which meant he was home. He always made his bed and left the door open when he left for work. Then I found a note on the kitchen table that said:

Bells,

I'm not going to work today,

See you when you get home,

- E.

I knew Edward well enough to know something was off; he wouldn't just skip work over nothing. I started worrying that he might be sick and didn't want to worry me, so I tried to open the door.

Of course, it was locked.

I heard his angry grunt, so I knew he was definitely not sleeping, so I banged louder and louder on his door.

"Edward, come on. I know you're awake, just open the door," I said.

"Just leave me alone," he shouted back.

I sighed. It made me anxious not knowing if he was alright, if he was feeling well or not.

"Are you sick?" I inquired.

"No!"

"Edward, please let me in, please," I asked.

Silence.

"If you let me in, I'll take my clothes off."

In about two seconds, I heard the key turn in the lock and Edward semi opened the door. His hair looked even more disheveled than usual, and he had slight stubble. Edward was the type of guy who needed to shave just about every morning, and he obviously hasn't shaved this morning. He was only wearing these adorable plaid pajama pants, which would've made him look like a boy if his upper body wasn't the one of a very, very sexy man.

"Well?" he said.

"I said I'll take off my clothes if you let me in, not if you just open the door," I reminded him.

He opened the door fully, letting me step inside the room, and closed the door behind us, standing behind me.

I turned around to face him and pressed my hand to his forehead, to see if he feels warm. I didn't see any sign of tissues in the room, which was already a good sign.

"Bella," he cried out like a stubborn little boy, taking my hand off of his forehead.

"You're not feverish. Do you feel hot?" I asked.

"Yes, so take your fucking clothes off," he replied curtly.

I gotta say, that was just… so damn hot.

I had no intention of doing that, though, especially not at six fucking thirty in the morning. I really just wanted to get in the room, by any means necessary.

Edward had a record of dirty, bad boy talking, but he was being odd. It didn't feel natural. He seemed different, impatient, kind of like when…

Wait, what date it is today?

"I'm not really taking my clothes off, Edward," I rolled my eyes.

"That's right, your stupid rules," he muttered.

Same thing, every year. There's really only one thing we can do today. I'll have to call Alice to cover me.

"Take a shower, get dressed," I ordered firmly. "We're leaving in an hour."

"I don't feel like going anywhere," he said as I grabbed a few clean clothes from his dresser.

"Well, you don't really have a choice," I said and got out of the room, leaving him shocked behind me.

"Where are we going, Bella?" he asked, looking annoyed.

"I'll tell you in the car," I said as I put the bag I packed for us on the back of my red Chevy truck. "That way you won't be able to escape."

"I don't think I'll have a problem jumping out of the car when it's barely doing 30 miles an hour," he said. He got inside the car though, and that's really all I cared about, even if he was complaining about it like a little girl.

Once we were both in the car and I started driving, I could practically hear the wheels turning in his head. He was smart enough to figure out why I packed a bag and insisted on us driving somewhere; we never really drove anywhere since we both worked at a walking distance from the apartment and usually ordered food in or cooked it ourselves.

I saw a small smile spread on his face from the corner of my eye, and I smiled to myself.

"Waffles and Chocolate banana shakes?" he finally said.

"Yup," I nodded, trying to adjust the radio station to an old one we always used to listen to when we rode to school together back in the day.

When we finally pulled up at Danny's Diner, it was late morning and exactly time for some nice crispy waffles.

"It looks exactly the same," Edward mused. He hadn't been to Forks in a long time, longer than I. He had no reason to spend any time away from college in Forks, since his parents moved to Los Angeles and once he stopped spending holidays with me at Charlie's.

"I know," I smiled as he opened the door for me. "Thanks." We walked in the diner and settled in our usual booth, since the whole diner was pretty much empty.

Edward picked up the menu from the side of the table and ran his fingers over it, mesmerized.

I laughed. "Stop fondling the menu, Edward."

"I can't help it," he laughed out. "I'm feeling nostalgic."

God, he looks adorable, with his lips pouting in such a fucking kissable way.

"I know what you mean," I smiled. "I haven't been here since our last time either."

"Really?" Edward wrinkled his forehead. "You haven't been here with…?"

I shook my head. "This is… our thing," I said.

"Oh my god, if it isn't our Edward and Bella!" The owner's wife, who was a waitress here since the place opened, looked pretty happy, and surprised to see us.

"How are you, Janet?" Edward smiled to her. I appreciated the effort he made; he didn't smile too much when this day of the year came around. His dark day.

"As good as they get, sweetheart," she said. "If my Danny was here right now, he'd be so thrilled to see you two."

Edward and I exchanged worried looks.

"Oh no," she said as she caught on. "Gosh no, heaven's forbid! He's not here at the moment, he's at home working on those damn taxes."

Thank god, I thought. She made it sound like he… wasn't here anymore.

"We're glad to be back here, too," I grinned to her. It all felt so much like home.

"Two waffles and two Cullen and Swan shakes?" she asked.

We both looked at her, confused.

"Oh! You don't know, I suppose. We named the chocolate banana shake a 'Cullen and Swan shake'. It's pretty catchy, people love it around here."

"Wow," I exchanged surprised looks with Edward.

"Two waffles and two Cullen and Swan shakes, then," Edward said.

"Coming right up," Janet smiled and left our table.

"I think I reached the peak of my life," I told Edward.

"I know," he said. "I never thought I'd have a milkshake named after me."

"Hey, it was named after the both of us," I retorted.

"Well, yeah… my name first, though," he said.

"I'm sure they just put our names in alphabetical order," I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Swan."

"I'm going to be the bigger person here, instead of the baby, and leave it at that," I said.

Ten minutes later Janet came back with our order while we were thumb wrestling over whether we should ask them to change it to a 'Swan Cullen shake'. We stopped moving our thumbs as she neared our table.

"Aww," she said as she put down our plates. "Look at you two, holding hands! Looks like realization finally hit the two of you, huh?" she enthused.

We pulled our hands apart, embarrassed. I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks now. His hands left such a nice warmth on mine.

"Oh, me and my big mouth," she laughed. "Don't worry about it, just pretend I didn't say anything. Don't let me disturb you," she winked and walked away, mumbling something that sounded like, "Guess some people are just slow."

Edward and I laughed embarrassedly and pulled the plates closer to us.

"We're not that slow," Edward said after she was gone, and smiled to me. He seemed to be handling this day better than in previous years, or at least the ones I spent with him.

I smiled back and started eating, so that blush could get the fuck off my face already. Seriously, it only made me more embarrassed in times of embarrassment.

When we went outside, we ran into another surprise.

"Bella Swan and Edward Cullen?" A shocked voice sounded behind us. I braced myself and turned around to look. I thought it sounded familiar.

Ah, the Triple P's.

Lauren and Jessica looked us over, looking overwhelmed. Personally, I didn't get it. I wasn't the one who was walking around with a twin-baby carriage, Lauren was. And they looked at least a year old or so. Jessica wasn't carrying any babies, except the one that was obviously in her belly.

"Uh… Jessica, Lauren," I said, trying to smile politely.

"We're so glad to see you! We were just talking about you the other day!" Jessica said and they looked at each other. "How you two used to be glued to each other."

"Yeah, we heard you went to college and stuff, got degrees," Lauren said.

So fucking weird.

"Well, Bella did. I dropped out," Edward said.

"But he's going back to college to finish the degree," I added for Edward's dignity's sake.

"That's great," Jessica said.

"It so is," Lauren agreed.

They both looked so sincere, it was confusing. But I was taught to be nice to those who are nice to you, so…

"Your girls are so beautiful," I smiled at the little girls, feeling a little sorry for them for having a mother who dressed them like Bo Beep.

"Thank you so much," she said. "They're Eric's. You know Eric Yorkie."

Wow, I never thought Lauren, the bitchiest cheerleader in high school would end up marrying the biggest computer geek. Good for her.

"Well, I'm really happy for you," I smiled.

"So we're gonna get going," Edward said, taking my hand and leading me towards my truck.

"Bye!" They called after us.

"That was weird," he said as we got inside the truck again.

"To say the least," I agreed.

"So where to? Charlie's not home yet, is he?"

"No, he's still at work," I started heading towards my next destination.

"Do you have a key?" he asked.

"Yeah, but I just want to make one more stop before we go to my house."

I knew Edward recognized the road as soon as I took the one oh one north. We found the most unbelievable spot while we were hiking one day; a meadow that seemed so secluded, it was like we discovered some new place on earth where no one stepped foot in before us.

We started hiking towards the meadow, but it started pouring and I slipped on the grass too many times. Halfway there, we gave up and decided to come back tomorrow.

Somewhere on our way back, after multiple slips in which Edward caught me, he suddenly decided to pick me up in his arms and carry me the rest of the way back.

"Edward!" I yelled in panic. "Put me down!"

I tried to fight his grip, but I couldn't see a way to win that battle.

"Be quiet, Bells. It will go a lot faster this way," he laughed.

I clung to him. "Edward, you'll slip."

"Don't worry," he laughed again. "I have good balance." Then he thought for a moment and added, "You trust me?"

I scrutinized his face, captured by the way he concentrated on walking though the branches and other obstacles on the road.

"I trust you," I said, my voice straining to be heard through the pouring rain.

"Good," Edward said and picked up the pace, and I moved his wet hair from his eyes, so he could actually see where he was going.

I tried to concentrate on the road ahead of us, but Edward… he just smelled so fucking good in the rain. And for the millionth time that day, I wanted so badly to kiss him. But I just buried my head in his neck and behind his hair, inhaling his scent over and over.

In a matter of minutes we were inside the car, this time Edward driving us to my old house.

"This day has been crazy," I said, staring outside the window at the rain. I used to hate the cold and the rain so much before moving to Forks and encountering Edward. He made everything, including the rainiest weather on the Olympic Peninsula, so much more tolerable.

"Tell me about it, Triple P's married with babies at 22."

"Can you imagine?" I asked rhetorically, shaking my head.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Yes, actually. I can imagine getting married right now."

I gazed at him, and he looked back at me for a moment before returning his eyes to the road. "With the right person, of course," he added. "And if…" he trailed off.

"What?" I asked, looking at his eyes. They stayed on the road ahead.

"Nothing, just… lost my train of thought," he said, shaking his head.

I shrugged. That was most likely not what happened, but whatever he didn't want to share, he didn't have to.

"I can see myself getting married, too," I said after another brief silent, in which the rain pounded on the windshield. "And maybe having a baby boy," I said, and on a bold notion, added, "with your eyes."

I thought it would freak him out, or make him clamp up in silence, but instead he just smiled widely.

"Or a little girl, who would look exactly like you, with big brown eyes and brown curls," he said quietly.

The thought of Edward even considering marrying me and having freaking babies with me set my heart in such a frenzy that I was going to need a pacemaker. A part of me was screaming to watch out, not to get my hopes up and set myself for disappointment, but frankly – I didn't want to listen to these warnings, not just yet.

I didn't even notice we were home until Edward pulled up right outside my house, in Charlie's spot. It was still early, so he wouldn't be home from the station in hours.

Edward got out first, getting our bag from under the covered back side of the truck, and opened the truck door for me.

"Thanks," I said as he reached his hand to help me out of the car, so I wouldn't slip. I appreciated that immensely, because frankly – I'd fallen down enough for one day.

He put his arm around my waist and we ran into the house, unlocking the door with my key. Once we were inside and safe from the rain, Edward set the bag on the floor and stood at the entrance, taking in the sight of the quiet house. I did the same. It looked just as I left it.

"It's been too long," he said. I agreed.

"Come on, you must be cold as hell," I started walking towards the stair area, intending to go upstairs so we can shower and change clothes. I was a little cold myself, but I really didn't want him to catch a cold because of my idea to come to Forks.

"I'm fine," he said and tugged at my arm to stop me. He looked like he had something to say. "Thank you for bringing me here, Bella."

I was going to say that he was welcomed, but I guess I got confused by his delicious smell that was surrounding me, or by his green eyes that shone intensity into my own, or maybe by the fact that I was standing right in front of Edward, both of us wet from the rain. I was close enough for his hair to slowly drip water on my face.

"Edward," I struggled with my words, panting only with excitement. "Remember when you moved in and we thought up a set of ground rules for our home?"

He nodded.

"Well, I don't know if you noticed, but, um…" my eyes trailed downwards as I placed my fingers to feel one of the metal buttons of his plaid shirt, "We're not at home right now," I said, gazing back up at him to stress the meaning behind my words.

"You're my home, Bella," he whispered as he wrapped his arms around me and our foreheads pressed together. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed with my own feelings; my want and need for him, and my longing for him all came crashing down on me at once.

His hot breathe drew my mouth up to his for a searing kiss, one that held every bit of yearning and ache for each other. No rules. No restraints.

A/N: I'm so sorry for ending the chapter here, but the next chapter will pick up at the same point, so you're not missing out on any lemons :)

Also, I don't really know how long it takes to drive from Seattle to Forks, so I just went with whatever worked for me :) hope you liked it!

And by the way, if this chapter looks similar to you in any way to Alphabet Weekends, it's really by chance. I've been planning this chapter for ages, like I do with most chapters. I was pretty upset to read kind of similar happenings in Alphabet Weekends (which is an awesome story, by the way), but I guess these things happen, and great minds think alike or something, lol. So sorry 'bout that!