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What is this? An update in less than two weeks?!

Thank you everyone for all the reviews :D. Now, I've decided that I'll be using JPOV for this chapter, and Edward's will be an outtake, which I will post soon. Fair enough? :DD.

Anyways...

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JPOV

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck.

I stood there in the cool autumn air, watching Bella walk away. I dropped the pint of ice cream and kicked it around, letting my frustration seep through.

"Dammit," I whispered harshly, storming away from the offending tub of ice cream, leaving it for the birds to eat.

"I'm such a fucking idiot," I said to myself as I made my way out of central park, heading back to the apartment.

How could I let something like this get out of hand? Why didn't I just tell her? Why the fuck did I keep it to myself?

So many questions swirled through my brain. I needed to go somewhere, anywhere but here, and fast. Quickly, I bolted in the other direction, running into a few people.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" One guy shouted at me. Good. I need someone to shout at me.

Standing on the edge of the curb, I curled my fingers into my mouth and whistled loudly. A yellow cab stopped abruptly a few feet away. I jogged to the cab, getting inside.

"Where to?" The cabbie asked. I told him the address and soon we were stuck in a traffic jam.

I twiddled my fingers, jittery, anxious and partly hungover. I had gone to a local bar the night before, drowning my sorrows away in bud light.

"You alright, kid?" The cabbie asked.

"Yeah, peachy," I said, the sarcasm thick in my voice.

"You sure don't look like it," He disagreed, looking into the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, well...I didn't get enough sleep," I said, looking out of the window.

"Was it a girl?" The cabbie continued.

I sighed. Dammit, when did cabbies get so curious?

"Sort of," I admitted.

"Are you gay?" He asked.

"What the fuck?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Well, you said 'sort of'. Transvestite? Bi?"

"You are one sick man," I grumbled. "Yes, it was a girl. A natural born girl with real girl body parts."

"Well excuse me," He said, sounding insulted as he moved along the clogged street. "I was just asking."

"Sorry," I apologized. "I'm just so frustrated."

"Hey," The cabbie turned around to look at me. "Girls are sensitive."

"No doubt about it," I sighed.

"So, let them have their space. Let whoever she is breathe. Patience is key," The cabbie advised.

"I guess I could try that," I said quietly.

"It won't hurt," He added. We pulled up to an apartment building. "Here you are."

"Thanks," I said, pulling out my wallet.

"Don't," The cabbie said. "It's on me."

"You sure?" I asked.

"Yeah. I've had a few girl issues myself. Been there, done that. Now, if you're going up to that girl right now, give it your all. Say you're sorry. And think before you speak out of that damn potty mouth."

I cocked an eyebrow and shrugged, sliding out of the car.

Weirdest fucking cab driver. Ever.

"Thanks, man," I said before walking into the apartment.

I pressed the button to apartment D4, hearing my sister's voice.

"Hello?"

"Rosie, it's me," I said tiredly. I heard her sigh.

"Come on up."

**

"I think it's time you and I have a chat," Rose said, handing me a cup of coffee.

"No shit," I grumbled.

"Hey, no cursing until we get this shitfest all figured out. Got it?" She said forcefully.

I nodded and lifted the cup to my lips.

"You look like you just saw a puppy die," She commented, sitting beside me.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.

"Hey," She said, nudging my shoulder. "Tell Doctor Rosalie all about your problems."

I took a deep breath. "You know how I've been dating Alice?"

"Yeah?"

"Bella found out about it. And she wasn't exactly too happy about it," I admitted.

"How did she find out?" She questioned.

"Alice and I were sort of kissing on the couch back at the apartment. And ironically, Bella was with Edward, Alice's brother. She stormed off before I could even explain to her," I sighed.

"Wow," Rose said, stunned. "Really really small world. What did Edward do?"

"He basically threatened to skin me alive if I ever hurt Alice. And if I don't patch up things with Bella, I'll be fried up in oil too," I said.

Rose's cheeks suddenly turned red, and she burst out laughing.

"What the fuck is so funny?" I asked while she doubled over in giggles.

"You'll be fucking fried chicken!" She cracked up. I couldn't help but chuckle, watching my sister laugh until she cried.

"Yeah, he really did say that," I said.

"Holy crap," Rose sighed heavily, brushing the tears away. "That was funny."

"I thought good therapists listened to their patients," I said.

"Hey, I listened!" She countered. Her face became serious yet again. "Did you try talking to Bella?"

"I just did this morning in Central Park," I replied.

"And....?"

"I told her the whole story, she said she need some time for it to sink in, and walked away. She didn't even eat my fucking ice cream," I explained.

"Ouch. Cherry Garcia?" She asked.

"Yep," I sighed, gulping down more coffee.

"Give her some time. Hell, I'd be just as upset," She offered.

"I know, I know. I just feel so stupid," I groaned.

"'Cause you are," Rose said, smiling sweetly.

I narrowed my eyes at her.

"Okay, sometimes," She added. "Look, just go home and get some more sleep. You've got 'hangover' written all over you."

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.

"I'm serious! Just give Bella some space, maybe take her out when she's feeling up to it, and soon everything will be back to normal," She advised.

"Alright, alright," I said, getting up. "Thanks for the coffee and advice."

"Anytime," Rose smiled, kissing the tip of my nose. "And brush your teeth, too."

"Enough advice," I chuckled, kissing her cheek. "Later."

"Bye," She said, gently pushing me out the door.

**

I hailed another cab for the ride home, thankfully with a drive who didn't speak to me. I fumbled with the keys, jiggling with the lock before opening the door.

"Bella?" I called. No answer.

I looked at the key holder in the kitchen, finding Bella's keys not there.

Sighing, I kicked off my shoes and peeled off my jeans as I made my way into my room. Yeah, early mornings and headaches don't exactly go hand in hand. I slid off my sweatshirt and got under the covers of my bed, feeling extremely cold. I didn't care; As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.

**

I woke up a few hours later, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. Yawning, I got out of bed, stretching. Slowly, I walked to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face.

"Bella?" I called as I walked into the kitchen. No answer.

"God dammit," I sighed. I still felt like an idiot.

I opened the fridge, grabbing the carton of milk to go along with my cheerios. I grabbed the biggest bowl we had, pouring the cheerios in the bowl.

I shoveled the cereal in my mouth as I walked back to my room.

Grabbing my xbox control, I settled down on my bean bag chair for a nice round of Call of Duty. Before I got the game started, I heard voices and the front door closing.

Slightly jittery, I stood up. I really wanted to talk to her.

I took a peek out of my door, seeing her and...Edward.

"Do not fuck this up," I whispered to myself.

With my head held up high, I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Bella have you seen my-"

Bella And Edward froze, turning around to look at me.

"Well, fancy seeing you here," I said. Dammit. I internally smacked myself.

"Jazz, you're not decent," Bella said through clenched teeth. Crap. She looks mad. I looked over to Edward, who had a scared glint in his eyes.

"We haven't met officially. Jasper Hale," I said, sticking my hand out.

"Edward Cullen," He said, barely shaking my hand.

"Well this is certainly awkward," Bella sighed.

No kidding, I thought.

"Erm, I think I should be going. The train ride's gonna be long," Edward said, shifting his weight from leg to leg.

"Aw really?" Bella pouted. "I'll walk you out. Jazz, stay here."

I felt like a dog as they both walked out, closing the door.

I knew one thing.

I fucked up. Royally.

"God fucking dammit!" I groaned, smacking my hand to my forehead. Why am I such a prick?

I sat down in one of the kitchen stools, swirling the melted candy in the bowl.

"Why am I such a dick? Why?" I hissed under my breath. Sighing, I licked the spoon from the bowl, just as Bella came in.

I couldn't help but ask, "Are you two together?"

Bella sighed loudly, "That's none of you're business."

"Well, since Alice and I being together is your business, I think that you and Ed-dork should be my business," I blurted out without even thinking.

"Unlike you, I would tell my best friend about my relationship," She rebutted. My eyes widened, thinking of a comeback.

"Look," She said before I could respond, "I don't wanna fight with you. I'm already confused enough as it is, and I don't need anymore shit in my face. And his name is Edward. Not Ed-dork, Edwin, or any other lame name you decide to call him. We. Are. Just. Friends. Please, just back off."

I was speechless. She has never talked to me like that before.

"I'll be in my room if you need me," She said without another word, marching back to her room.

"Fucking shit," I sighed, banging my head against the counter. I really gotta learn how to think before I blab.

I placed the bowl of candy in the sink before I trudged back to my room. I laid on my bed, thinking about all the shit I caused. I got up, pulling out my favorite white jeans and Blink-182 shirt.

I took a quick shower, washing away the disgusting feel I've been feeling on my skin all day.

I slid on my clothes, straightened my hair and put on my LA hat I got from Los Angeles. I decided to kill time by playing some Call of Duty, and before I knew it, it was already 6:30.

I heard Bella talking to someone on the phone in her room, probably Edward or Rosie. I decided to man up, walking to her bedroom door.

Hesitantly, I knocked.

"Bellaboo?" I asked.

I heard her sigh. "Come in."

"We match," I said with a sheepish smile, pointing to our shirts.

She smiled weakly, patting the seat next to me. I sat down and turned to her.

"Before you say anything, I'd like to do the talking for a few minutes to explain myself."

She nodded and let me continue.

"First off, I need to explain to you about Alice and I. We met one day when I was picking you up from the studio. We bumped into each other at the vending machines and...it kind of fell into place. I really didn't know how to break the news to you, and believe me, I did. I didn't want you to be sensitive about us or even hate me for dating you teacher. But jeez Bellaboo, she's amazing. I truly never felt happier. Except for when I met you."

I blinked back a tear that threatened to escape as I waited for her to answer. I hated hurting her as much as I did.

Jazz..." She said slowly, "I believe you. It's just that...I'm afraid of losing you. Being stolen from my life. And you know how I am about lying..."

"I know, I know," I said, understanding, "And I hated that I kept it from you for so long."

"It'll take me getting used to, and don't think you're off the hook," She said, wagging a finger at me. "I believe you owe me, big time."

I saw a small smile on her face and I knew she was gonna forgive me.

"And what do I owe you?"

"Hm... let's see," She said, pondering. "Since I was the sole reason why you two are together, I think cleaning up my messes seem efficient. Oh, and my laundry too. Loads and loads of laundry."

She sported a full on smile, which made me crack a big-ass grin. She wrapped her arms around me in a fierce bear hug.

"I can't hold a grudge on you for that long," She sighed.

"One of the perks from being your best friend," I joked. "Do you wanna go out to eat tonight? My treat..."

"Hell yes, I'm in," She said, patting my stomach. "Give me 15 minutes."

I nodded and walked out of the room, pulling my iPhone from my pocket.

I clicked speed dial #2 and put the phone against my ear.

"Hello?"

"Jack?" I asked.

"Jazzman! What's up?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary," I said ironically. "But anyway, I need a favor..."

**

"I can't believe you're wearing white skinny jeans here," Bella said, pointing to the giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

"Hey, I'm wearing a sweater vest. I look good," I said, popping my collar and grinning.

"Don't," She said, flattening it out. "Trust me on this."

"Whatever you say..." I said, as we were lead to our table.

"What kind of restaurant is this?" She asked, looking at the menu. I couldn't read a thing on it.

"I'm not exactly sure... it looked good outside," I shrugged.

"Holy shit!" She almost yelled, earning a few glares. "I mean, my goodness!"

I couldn't help but laugh, hiding my face against my menu.

"Not funny! Jazz, we do not fit in!" She said in a hushed tone.

"Of course we do!" I argued.

"Jazz, we're in skinny jeans and chucks. They're in fucking silk and leather. I'd say we don't fit in that well," Bella hissed.

"Do you wanna go somewhere else?" I asked, getting sick of the leather and diamonds.

"Yes please," She said.

We both put down our menus and rushed out of the restaurant.

**

"Ah, much better," She said, sliding into a booth. I had taken off my itchy sweater vest, revealing my favorite band shirt.

"Toss this in there?" I asked, pointing towards her bag.

"If it fits..." She said, stuffing the sweater in the bag. She held it up for me to see. "It looks like it's on steroids."

I chuckled and decided what I wanted to order.

"Can I get you some drinks? Appetizers?" The waiter asked.

"Hm, I'll have a peach iced tea," Bella ordered.

"And you?" He asked, leering quite close to me. Holy fuck, it looked like his eyebrows were waxed.

"Er, a P-Pepsi," I said shakily.

"Fantastic," He said, scribbling it down. "I'll be back in a flash."

As soon he was out of earshot, Bella burst out laughing.

"Alice has some competition, huh?" Bella said in between laughs.

"He doesn't stand a chance," I said with a laugh.

"Speaking of Alice-"

"Drinks!" The waiter spoke, placing two icy glasses in front of us. "Appetizers? Entrees?"

"I'll have a cheeseburger, hold the pickles and onions, and steak fries," Bella ordered.

"And how about you?" The waiter asked me, leaning closer. I backed up just a bit, scared.

"S-Steak. Medium r-rare," I said quietly.

"I'll be back," The waiter said, practically skipping back to the kitchen.

"Yeah, he's a keeper," Bella joked. "Now, tell me everything about you and Alice."

I smiled, thinking about her. "She's sweet, exciting, smart, funny, random, energetic...everything I didn't expect. She's so offbeat but I love it for some reason. She hates my clothes and music, but loves everything about me. It's like a dream come true. In girl-form."

"Now that, my friend, is a true speech about love," She complimented.

"Here are your orders," The waiter said.

"That was quick," Bella commented.

"It's my job," He shrugged, grinning at me creepily. "Can I refill your drinks? Napkins? Ketchup?"

"I-I think we're good," I said.

"Holler if ya need me!" The waiter said, skipping away to another table.

"Seems to me like he'd rather fill your ass than your drink," Bella said, laughing harder and harder.

"He's making me lose my appetite," I said, poking his steak.

"That's the one thing I love," I said as Bella took a huge bite out of her burger.

"The burger?" She asked with her mouth full.

"No, silly. You're not like those prissy girls who order salad and don't eat it. I just wish Alice did the same as you," I sighed, thinking back to our first date.

"Eh, learn to love it. She makes some mean walnut brownies," She said.

I nodded, thinking of her bake craze she had a few months ago.

"So what about you and Edward?" I asked hesitantly.

"There's not much," She shrugged, popping a fry into my mouth. "We're friends. We like the same music. We share our love for caramel Hershey Kisses."

I shrugged as I cut up my steak. "I didn't mean to be all up in his face. I just thought..."

"...That I was gonna go out with him, end up with a messy breakup and swear all guys and turn into a lesbian?"

"Close enough. The lesbo stuff sounds hot though..." I joked, smiling lazily.

"In your dreams," She said, giving me the finger. We both scarfed down our dinners.

I called for the paycheck, knowing that fucking gay waiter would be waiting on hand and foot.

"Take all the time you need," He said, leering creepily close to me.

"Ready to go?" I asked.

"Mhm," Bella answered, grabbing her wallet.

"Nuh uh uh," I said, pushing the wallet back into my her. "My treat. I owe you."

"True, but that's what laundry and cleaning are for," She argued, handing me a twenty.

"Bella..." I started

"At least let me pay for the tip," She pleaded.

"Fine," I sighed, tucking the money into the flap.

She placed the twenty under her glass.

"Really now? A twenty? For a man who's after my ass?" I asked.

I nodded eagerly. "He deserves something nice."

"I'd say that was the weirdest dinner I've experienced," I said as we walked back to our apartment.

"Same here," She sighed, yawning.

"My Bellaboo's tired on a Friday night?! Unheard of," I chuckled.

"I think a piggyback ride is in order," She said, reaching for my shoulders.

"Thank goodness our apartment's only two blocks away," I pretended to weeze.

"Don't be such a baby. C'mon!" I said, flicking his ear.

"Ow!" I said, laughing as I trudged back home, happy to have my best friend back on my back.

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Long-ass chapter. Do I deserve a review? :DD.