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Song Rec: How You Remind Me by Nickelback

The health inspection went well, as it always does. Sue didn't even seem that bothered that an eighty year old man was ogling her ass as he pretended to check the mocha machines for mold. She seemed distracted with a small smile on her face all day.

Every once in awhile Angela would catch my eye and nod toward Sue making a sexual movement with her hips, smirking.

Bitch.

"God this is good." Angela moans as her tongue flicks out of her mouth to lick up the vanilla ice cream dripping down. "Mm."

It is sundae Sunday after all.

"Fuck its so good." she drawls, taking in another spoonful. I meet Ben's eyes across the table and we share a silent laugh.

Ang is very enthusiastic about her ice cream. She explains it as 'an orgasm with every delicious bite.' She moans again, squirming in her seat. Yeah, she could totally pull that off as an orgasm. If I didn't know any better, I'd think Ben was fingering her under the table.

But I know better.

Ben's a great guy. He's sweet, considerate, smart. He's the type of guy you'd love to take home to your parents to make them believe you aren't a total slut if someone like him would date you. He's totally straight-laced. Old fashioned. Angela's type, not mine.

He's very attractive too, with his dark black hair and bright blue eyes. He takes care of himself; goes to the gym, eats well, stuff like that. But he's so boring. Jeeze, he won't even give Ang more than a peck on the cheek in public.

Ang argues that he's a firecracker in bed, but I don't believe her.

"You guys are looking at me. Why are you looking at me?" Angela asks, her eyes flickering back and forth between Ben and I.

"Oh nothing." I shrug. "How's your ice cream?" I ask innocently as Ben snorts.

"Good." she eyes me warily.

"Is it good or is it... Good!" I throw my head back and moan, mocking her.

She flicks a wadded up napkin at me. "Shut up. Just because I enjoy my cream." she glares.

"Oh I bet you do." I snort.

"My ice cream." she glares. That innuendo went right over our little Ben's head, in case you were wondering. "Your 'O' face was totally fake. I think it's been so long you can't remember what it sounds like." Oh, that was low. "I'm sure you could always get... What's his name? Edward to help you out." she smirks.

"Who?" of course Ben chooses now to join the conversation.

"No one." I snap at the same time Ang says, "Her boyfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?" Ben asks, his eyes wide, "Really?"

"No- why is it so hard to believe that I would?"

"I don't know," he shrugs, turning pink. "You're just... Kind of a man eater."

"What? I am not, you little dweeb."

"Well, speak of the devil." Angela's face pales. "Bells, you may not want to turn around." she whispers, hunching down in her seat, pulling on Ben to do the same.

"What-" I cut off mid sentence as I turn and see a tuft of bronze out of the corner of my eye. No, it can't be. I twist around in my seat and find a group of six people. Three girls and three guys.

Edward. Rosalie and Emmett. Alice hanging on some boy with blonde wavy hair that I've never met. Must be Jasper.

And… Marie.

All six of them, laughing as they self-serve themselves at the ice cream counter. Laughing harder when Emmett almost slips on a heap of ice cream someone spilled.

Happy. He's happy, laughing even.

Does it not bother him that we haven't talked since Friday?

Of course it doesn't. Not when Marie's there for him to run to. They look... good together. Perfect even; her slim figure next to his muscular, lean one. Her eyes were always a shade darker than mine, brought out more by her round face. She's beautiful. He belongs with someone like her. not someone like me.

And it breaks my heart.

"Bella? Bella honey, are you okay?" Angela asks softly, her hand reaching out for mine across the table, her ice cream long forgotten.

"I'm fine." I plaster a smile on my face, "Why wouldn't I be?" I told her earlier in the day about what happened at my place last Friday. How being with Edward was the most fun I'd had in a long time. How it was all just an excuse for him to get some tips from me about how to ask Marie out. About how much I wish it was me he was pining for.

"We can go." she suggests, concern written all over her face.

I hate how transparent I am. What happened to tough Bella?

Edward happened.

"No, I'm fine." I punctuate me being 'fine' by taking another bite of my cookie dough.

She nods her head reluctantly and picks her bowl back up, her eyes transfixed on the group behind me. "Does someone want to explain what's going on?" Ben whispers, looking at me expectantly. "Who's Edward?"

"How much did you tell him?" I ask Angela quietly.

"That you're estranged twin was in town."

"Yeah. That's literally all she told me." Ben growls. "We were watching a family feud rerun and during one of the commercials she turns to me and says 'By the way, Bella has a twin who lives here now so if you see someone who looks like her don't panic. And don't ask Bella about it.' and then she went back to watching T.V." he tells me incredulously. "I tried asking her questions and she just ignored me!"

Well, I think we all know who wears the pants in the relationship. Hah, as if there was ever a doubt.

"Edward is... Someone I met awhile ago. We ended up coming to a deal where he would pay me for tips on how to score a date with Marie."

"Marie?"

"My sister, Ben. Keep up please. Anyway, I ended up developing a crush on him-"

Angela snorts. "A crush?"

I think I love him. But they don't need to know that.

"So what, now you guys like... aren't talking or something?" he asks.

"Good job, Ben." I smile degradingly.

"Stop being a bitch, Bella." he snaps back. Atta boy, Tiger.

"Sh! They're coming over here." Angel whispers, sinking down into her seat again. I hear Emmett's booming voice as he says something I can't quite make out. They enter my line of sight and sit at a table only a few rows away from us.

I bite back a growl as Marie snags the seat next to Edward. Mine!

Only he's not.

That fact is made painfully obvious as the minutes pass by. The two of them seem to be in some sort of discussion, what about I'm too far away to hear. They lean in closer to each other, seemingly without realizing it, only to be brought apart by something Rose says.

God I'm such a creep.

"How you holding up, Chica?" Ang asks, pushing her empty bowl aside.

"Fine." I return my attention to my slowly melting ice cream.

I see Marie get up out of the corner of my eye, and my eyes are drawn to her like a magnetic force. She says something to the table and makes her way toward the door. I watch her like a hawk as she walks right past the window, just inches away- only glass separating us- and disappears down the street.

I'm up, out of my seat before I make the conscious decision. "I'll be right back," I tell Ang and Ben, distractedly watching the place where Marie walked out of my sight.

"Bella," Angela's voice is laced with concern. "Hon, maybe we should go. I know what you're thinking, don't do it Bells. Don't do anything you'll regret later."

Her words are lost on me as I trace Marie's steps toward the door, following the sidewalk the way I saw her go. I search until I find a silhouetted figure huddled up against the cold breeze, sitting on a bench under a street light.

Marie.

I feel some much anticipated confrontation coming next chappie…