A/N Thank you to Bloody Ale, OhSoRadical. and luver of all fall out boy for reviewing to last chapter. It makes me so happy that you liked Edward's point of view. I felt that his story needed to be told; it will play a big part in this story.

So I have a college audition for the School of Music at the university that I plan on attending this Saturday, so updating might be a little difficult. I'm extremely stressed out and worried - although it's probably unnecessary - but it's that Type-A Personality that I have that makes me unnecessarily stress. I'll let you guys know how I did (if you're curious) because I'll probably be spazzing if/when I get into the school. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight...duh. :D

BPOV

The rest of the weekend was spent sleeping and vegging; Charlie and I both needed a day to recuperate from the cookout. As fun as it was to be with my friends like that, it was exhausting; I was a very introverted person, so it took a lot of energy from me to be in social situations.

On Monday, I went to Alice's after school to hang out. As completely opposite as she was from me, I loved her to death. If I could have a sister, I would wish that she would be like Alice. She was so happy, extroverted, and loveable that I couldn't help but be instant friends with her. When she invited me to dinner, I declined again by telling her that I really needed to cook Charlie dinner, but I would definately come over for dinner on Wednesday.

Wednesday showed up faster than I could've anticipated. I went over to Alice's house after school and we hung out. We watched Mean Girls, a guilty pleasure movie of mine, and that inspired Alice to want to give me a makeover.

"Come on, Bella!" she whined, pouting heartbreakingly. "Please let me do a makeover! Pretty please? Pretty, pretty, pretty please?"

"Fine, Alice," I conceded, unhappy that her pout was able to make me do whatever she wanted; it was practically a weapon of mass destruction.

So that's how I ended up sitting in front of Alice's vanity, getting my hair put in curlers and makeup put on my face. I couldn't understand why she was so hell-bent on giving me a makeover - I was just eating dinner with her and her family - but I knew that complaining would get me nowhere; Alice was like a fashion Nazi.

When she was satisfied with my face, she went to her closet and grabbed a shirt that was a white, long-sleeved shirt that had blue designs going down the chest and stomach. It was long, so it would be long enough to cover me, but it looked like it would be tight on me. I gave her a skeptical face, but Alice quickly dismissed it.

"You'll look beautiful," she told me, and then she said the words that convinced me to wear it: "And Edward will love you in this."

Alice helped me get my Family Force 5 t-shirt over my head without messing up the rollers that were still in my hair and helped ease her shirt over my head. She squealed in excitement as she took in my appearence and told me how beautiful I looked. She took me to the vanity to take the rollers out of my hair. When the rollers were out, she told me to stand up and look at myself.

The girl that was looking back at me in the mirror looked nothing like me. Her eyes were huge, but not obnoxiously so, and framed by long, black lashes. Her lips were full and glossy and her cheeks were lightly pink. Her hair fell in loose waves, but it was very smooth looking. The shirt that was on her body made her curves more pronounced and her chest look bigger and perkier.

"So what do you think, Bella?" Alice asked. "Am I good? Or am I good?"

"You are good," I told her honestly, giving her a hug. "Thank you."

She hugged me back and then stepped back to look at me again, thoughtfully. She put her hands on her hips and looked at me with an odd look on her face. I gave her a questioning look, not understanding why she was looking at me the way that she was.

"You know what?" she asked. "I want you to have that shirt; it looks incredible on you - better than it looks on me."

"Alice, I can't accept this," I told her. "It's too much and I couldn't do that."

"Come on, Bella," Alice said, pouting again. "It'll make me feel better."

"You know, your pout is so not fair," I told her.

"You say this like I don't already know," Alice said. We both laughed and left her room to go to dinner.

Esme made a beautiful looking pork roast with mashed potatoes, cooked carrots, and rolls as side dishes. I sat next to Alice and Edward and Emmett sat across from us while Carlisle and Esme sat at the ends of the table. I tried really hard to not think about the fact that Edward was sitting right in front of me, but it was impossible to do - especially when I could feel his gaze on me. I tried to pay attention to the conversation that was flowing around me, but it was difficult.

"...think, Bella?" Alice asked me.

"Huh?" I asked, completely disorientated. Alice gave me a disapproving look before repeating what she had said.

"I said, I think that we should go shopping this weekend," Alice said.

"Oh," I said, sounding completely stupid. "I don't know, Alice; shopping isn't really my thing."

"Dude, you should just agree," Emmett said. "She's not gonna give up."

"This is true," Alice said, a smug, self-satisfied smile on her face.

"Fine, but I get to have veto powers on the clothes we get," I told her, giving her a look.

"I can live with that!" Alice said, literally bouncing in her seat with her excitement. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The rest of the dinner went by fairly well, although I could still feel Edward's gaze on me, making me blush. I wished that he would talk to me, but he wasn't a very social person. I knew that there had to be some reason why he was that way, but I had no idea how I would ask him. I shouldn't even be thinking about it; I was with Jake.

The more I thought about Edward, the more frustrated I became having to remind myself that I was with Jacob. Ever since the cookout, things had been weird between Jacob and me; he was becoming clingy and possesive. My feelings were platonic for him, like they'd been before I had moved to Forks, and I felt bad about staying in a relationship with him still. I knew that it was cruel to string him along in a relationship that was not going to last - especially since something that felt exponentially more powerful overshaddowed it.

I trusted Alice almost as much as I trusted Renee, so I decided that after dinner I would talk to her about my dilema. I wasn't sure if she was going to favor Edward because he was her brother, but I decided that I should try it anyway. When we were done with dinner, I helped clear the table with Alice and we went upstairs to her room.

"Alice, I have something I need to talk to you about," I told her.

"Okay, I'm listening," Alice said as she sat on her bed, indian style.

"So, as you know, I'm dating Jacob," I told her. When she nodded her head in acknowledgement, I continued. "Well, I feel like things have become platonic with us and I'm not sure what to do about it. I mean, I've known him my entire life and I want to remain friends with him, but we're just not right together as a couple. But I don't know if I can break up with him; I love him, but like a brother. And he's apparently liked me for awhile, so I don't think he wouldn't handle it very well if I broke up with him..." I trailed off, not knowing what else to say.

Alice looked at me thoughtfully before responding. "Do you think that your feelings for Edward are the reason why you feel like the relationsip has become platonic?" I widened my eyes in astonishment - how did she know that - and Alice took that as a confirmation. "Well, as bad as this is going to sound, I think that you should break up with Jake; he is kinda posessive and you don't seem like the type who likes that."

I thought about what she said. "Well, Jacob never used to be like this. He was always so nice and he made me so happy, but at the cookout his behavior was completely embarassing. But I still care about him. I'm just so confused right now and I don't know what to do."

"Bella, I want to ask you some kind of personal questions," Alice said. "When you think of Jake, does your heart feel like it's trying to fly out of your chest? Does he make you think about the future and having kids with him? Is he the man that you want to grow old with?"

"No," I sighed, defeated. "I don't feel that with Jacob."

"Exactly," Alice said, a smug smile on her face. "And, I don't even know if you've noticed this, but you keep calling Jake 'Jacob.' When you first told me about him, you said his name is 'Jake.' Now that your feelings have changed, you have been calling him 'Jacob.'"

I widened my eyes; I hadn't noticed that I was doing that. Again, Alice took my look of shock as a confirmation that she was correct and continued what she was talking about.

"So things obviously aren't working out with you guys," Alice continued. "Shit happens. But you have the opportunity to be with an amazing guy, and I'm not just saying that because he's my brother. He's been through some rough stuff, and that stuff has made him shut people out, but he's a really great guy. I think that, if anyone could help bring Edward out of his shell, it's you; you guys have some strange connection that I don't even understand. He likes you, a lot actually, but you need to end things with Jake before you can persue Edward."

I thought about what she said and I realized that she had a fair point. It was no one's fault that my relationship with Jacob had changed. I needed to take responsibility and end things with Jacob. Deciding, however, was the easy part; I couldn't even imagine how I would actually end things with him. I decided to ask Alice for her advice on how to break up with him.

"Well, I know it's not going to be easy, but you're just going to have to suck it up and do it," Alice told me. "Be nice about it, and tell the truth because I know that if I were getting dumped, I wouldn't want to be lied to. Oh, and don't break up with him over a text message or a phone call. I know it'll probably make things harder, but it would be better to break up in person. If things are meant to work out, then they will."

I nodded and we moved onto a less depressing subject. I went home after it started getting late after promising that I would hang out with her again on the weekend. When I got home, I thought of ways to break up with Jacob, but they all sounded horrible to me. It wasn't like I could just walk up to him and say, "Hey Jacob, I found someone better; we're over." I really did care about him and I still wanted to remain friends with him, and I knew that that wasn't the way to do it.

I fell asleep with my thoughts. Apparently that was enough to make me dream about it.

I was sitting on the rocks at La Push beach with Jacob sitting next to me. He ran his fingers through my hair and I internally cringed at the gesture; it seems too intimate to me. He looked at me with a peculiar expression on his face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" my dream-self asked the dream-Jacob.

"There's something that I need to tell you," dream-Jacob told me.

"I have something that I need to tell you, too," I said.

"Well why don't you go first?" he asked.

I sighed before saying, "You are such an amazing person, Jake. I'm so glad that I have you in my life, but I don't think I'm meant to be in a relationship with you; I think we're meant to be friends. I know that sounds completely cliche - let's just be friends - but it's true. I'm so sorry, Jacob."

Jacob's face seemed to be frozen in a look of shock. I said his name quietly, hoping to snap him out of whatever trance he seemed to be in.

"Bella, I know you don't mean that," Jacob said, his voice sounding different.

"I'm sorry," was all I could say to him.

"It's Cullen, isn't it?" Jacob asked, his voice void of emotion. Being unable to answer, I nodded my head solemnly.

"I can't accept that, Bella," he suddenly said, his eyes blazing with emotion. "I can't because I love you; I always have. If you can't be with me then you can't be with anyone."

I felt adrenaline shoot through my veins and my heartbeat increase as my brain registered the change in Jacob. My brain started preparing for him to hit me, even though in real life I knew that Jacob would never do that. I closed my eyes tightly and cringed as I watched him raise his arm up and make a fist.

"Don't you dare touch her," a voice snarled. I could recognize that voice anywhere...

I opened one eye and looked at where I sensed the voice was coming from. Dream-Edward was running towards us, his eyes blazing in his anger.

"Oh yeah?" dream-Jacob challenged. "And what are you going to do about it?"

I watched as Jacob stood up and walked towards Edward. From where I was sitting, still frozen from the shock of Jacob almost hitting me, it looked like Jacob's entire body was quivering in his anger. I watched as Jacob lifted his fist towards Edward and Edward sliding out of the way. They moved too fast for my eyes to focus on what was going on, but I could tell that someone was winning and the other was losing. I watched as Edward elbowed Jacob hard in the head, effectively knocking him out.

Edward walked slowly to where I was sitting, his hands held up - looking like a suspect approaching a police officer - and his face looked cautious.

"Bella?" dream-Edward asked softly. "Are you okay?"

He sat down next to me and hesitantly wrapped his arms around me. I felt my body relax into his embrace and, in turn, I felt his body relax, too. We sat there for an immeasurable amount of time, looking out at the ocean.

"Thank you for saving me," my dream-self told Edward.

"Bella, don't you realize?" Edward asked. "I would do anything for you."

Although I couldn't see his face, I could hear the sincerity of his words. His fingers ran softly through my hair and I unconsciously hummed in pleasure; it felt so different to me compared to when Jacob - who was no longer in my dream - was doing it. I felt his lips press into my neck very softly and I couldn't help the light moan that escaped my lips.

"Bella, I want you," Edward told me.

"Take me," I said boldly.

Edward gently leaned me back so that he was hovering above me. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. The feel of his lips, both soft and strong, was indescribable; I could only tell that it felt right. I spread my legs slightly and Edward eased his way inbetween them. He gently ran his tongue over my bottom lip, silently asking for permission for me to open my mouth; I was only too happy to oblige.

His mouth tasted like mint and something that could only be discribed as Edward. Our tongues fought for dominance, but I was all too happy to let Edward's tongue plunge into my mouth. I moaned at the feel of Edward's tongue; it made me think of the other ways that he could use his tongue. Getting bold, I latched my mouth around his tongue and sucked gently. The sexy groan that escaped Edward's lips was enough to send me into a frenzy. I pushed his chest so that he would get on his back.

I straddled his hips while I helped Edward take his shirt and I gasped as I saw the distinct six pack on his stomach. I didn't care that we were in a public place; all I could focus on was Edward. Being unable to resist, I kissed my way down his neck and chest, keeping eye contact with him, until I reached his muscles. I traced his muscles with my tongue, enjoying watching his muscles clenched.

"Bella, we have to stop," Edward groaned, his voice lower in his obvious arousal.

Getting bold, I cupped his arousal and said, "I don't think you want me to stop."

The groan that escaped his lips was enough to make me keep going. I unbuttoned his pants and tried pulling his pants and boxers down in one swift movement. As I wrapped my fingers around the waistband, Edward's hands wrapped around my wrists.

"Bella, I can't let you do this," Edward said.

"Let me thank you for rescuing me," I told him, my voice unconsciously going deeper. "Let me pleasure you."

Since he wouldn't let go of my wrists, I ran my tongue over the exposed V slowly. I felt his muscles clench, making me smile internally; I did that to him. He eventually gave up, letting go of my wrists, and let me continue what I was doing. I pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees and gasped when I saw the length and girth that he had. I moaned unconsciously before slowly licking from the bottom to the top. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and ran my tongue around it slowly.

"Fuck, Bella," Edward moaned, clenching his eyes tightly.

I waited until I had eye contact with him again before taking his entire length into my mouth. I felt his head hit the back of my throat, but it didn't bother me; I didn't have a gag reflex. I slowly lifted my head up his length, swirled my tongue around the head again, and plunged his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck," Edward panted. "I'm not going to last much longer."

At his words, I sped up my pace, using my teeth gently as I lifted my head. I maintained eye contact with him as I brought him closer to ecstacy. I took his balls into my hand and rubbed them lightly. I felt them tighten up before Edward released into my mouth in three long spurts. I swallowed what he gave me before releasing his cock from my mouth. I slowly ran my tongue over my lips and moaned at Edward's taste.

"I can't believe you did that," Edward said breathlessly, redressing himself. "You're amazing."

"I'd do anything for you, too," I told him.

"Then would you honor me in being my girlfriend?" he asked me.

"I would like nothing more than to be your girlfriend," I told him.

I woke up in the middle of the night, remembering the dream vividly. It made me wonder if my subconscious was trying to send me a message by making me have that dream. I thought back to all of the things that I remembered. I remembered breaking up with Jacob and him freaking out. Was that my subconscious telling me that breaking up with him was a bad idea? I remembered Edward showing up and saving me from Jacob. Was that my subconscious trying to tell me that Edward would protect me? I remember giving Edward a blow job. The memory made me blush; I could never be that bold and confident in real life. Was that my subconscious telling me that Edward could help make me confident and feel sexy? I remembered him asking me to be his girlfriend. Was that my subconscious trying to tell me that Edward wanted me, too?

I was more confused than I was before I went to bed. The dream created more questions than answers for me and that frustrated me.

"Why can't I just get this over with?" I asked myself.

I rolled over onto my other side and fell asleep to dreams that made more sense and were a lot less complicated.