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CHAPTER 30: ANOTHER TREATY

EPOV

After I saw Newton treat Bella like that, I wanted to pound him. However, Whitlock, his damn best friend, stopped me. "You don't want to do that."

"Why shouldn't I pummel him? He hurt Bella."

"Mike did it for a reason."

"What the fuck? There are excuses now? No, step out of my way or else you will get hurt."

"Do you think Bella would like you hurting Newton?"

Pause.

"Go be Bella's friend instead of Newton's killer. Trust me, it's more worth it."

He was right. It is more worth it to be with Bella than with that Jackass.

Whitlock directed me to where Bella was and the minute I walked in, I hear her ask, "What do you want, Eddie?"

"I just came to see if you were okay."

She sniffled, "Why would you care? It's not like you like me or anything."

"Can't I just be concerned about one's welfare?"

"An SOB? Concerned? No. All you guys are ever concerned about is each other and about whom you're going to torture next. But don't worry Eddie, you'll never have to worry about me because I'm never joining the SOB nor will I ever borrow money from you guys."

Instead, you give it freely to Cullen. "Say what you want, but I am actually worried."

"Whatever."

"You know, Tanya and I broke up a couple of months ago."

"Really? Seeing as where she touches you the most, it's hard to believe."

I ignored her and continued, "I broke up with her because I caught her going at it like crazy with another boy."

"Oh," she said softly.

"It hurt, to see someone I actually cared for doing that to me. Just like what you said to Mike earlier, I was good to her. The one difference is that I actually gave her my body."

"Are you making fun of me now?"

"No. I'm just saying that in relationships, especially the good ones, it doesn't matter if you gave your body or not. What happens, happens.

"Is Tanya getting the message? Because it seems as if still wants you back."

"She does." I smiled with arrogance, "but that doesn't mean I want her."

"Not even as some fuck buddy?"

"Nah, I'm more of a one night stand kind of guy as long as I don't see the girl again," I said with sarcasm.

She caught onto my sarcasm and laughed. "You would do that, wouldn't you?" She asked, continuing the sarcasm.

"Not to a girl I really like, no." I said honestly.

"Well then, I totally underestimated you."

"Really? How so?"

"You are a bit of a gentleman, your mother raised you well."

"She had to. My pops died when I was a little man."

"Oh," her face fell. I hated that sad face. I had the sudden urge to want to make her happy. To do anything but put a smile on her face, because whenever she smiles, there's light. "I'm sorry."

"Me too. But he made some pretty crappy choices in his life." She nodded in understanding. "Feeling a bit better?"

"As much as I hate to admit this, I do feel a bit better."

"Well, then let me make you feel loads better. Come with me. There's something I want to show you, something you deserve to see." I walk over to her and give her my hand.

She hesitates to give me her hand and I hate that. "Is it safe?" she asks.

"Yes."

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"I will protect you no matter what."

She paused, thinking about her last question. "Can I trust you?"

"Yes. Yes you can."

"But wait, what about Alice's party?"

"What about it?"

"I can't just leave and…"

"Yes you can. Alice is a friend of yours, not your mother." I reassured her, "Bella, I promise you. I won't let anything bad happen to you."

"Okay." She nods her head and takes a jacket from Alice's closet. I'm guessing Alice won't mind Bella borrowing her clothes. I wouldn't mind giving Bella my jacket. I wonder how she would look in it.

*****

BPOV

I grabbed my favorite coat of Alice's to wear and I walk hand in hand with Eddie outside. He gets on his motorcycle, waiting for me to sit behind him. I hesitated.

"What's wrong?" he asks me while putting on his helmet and giving me a spare.

"I've never been on a motorcycle before. Will you drive carefully?"

"Bella, didn't I already assure you that I'm safe?"

"Well, it's hard to trust an SOB, or any other gang member, no offense."

"None taken. You should live by that rule. But in this case, I'm the exception. Come on."

"Fine. But if I hold onto you tightly, it's not what you think. It's just so I won't fall off."

"Bella, I'm not here to woo you. I just want to show you something. Come on. You get thrown up in the air to do tricks, yet you won't sit behind me on a motorcycle?" he challenged me.

"I only do that because I know what's going to happen."

"Well, I'll tell you what's going to happen too then. You get on. I drive safely. You never fall off. You hold onto me tightly and I won't think of it as a sexual innuendo. I drive off to the place I want to show you. Harmless enough, don't you think?"

He grabbed my hand, took down his kick stand, got off, and stood up right in front of me. He framed my face with his hands, as if he was going to kiss me. Instead, he said, "Bella, this place is very special to me. I really want to show it to you. Will you let me? Please?"

"Okay. But just to let you know, I don't trust people very easily."

"Duly noted. Now lets go."

He grabbed my head and led me to his motorcycle.

He minute I got on, he led my hands around his abs asking me to, "Hold on tightly."

With that, he speed off quickly and into the distance. I was kind of glad I kept my hands flat against his abs, because then I got to feel his amazing 6 pack. He was so solid, hard, and defined. At times I would hold on tightly, feeling his back muscles bulge and his waist's definition throughout my arms. Other times I would relax and rest my body against his back, and feel how tense his abs were and notice his softness. He wasn't all muscle and hardness, he was soft and gentle. I snuggled a bit into him, letting my lips barely kiss lightly on his back. It made me think of Mike and me when our relationship was good…

Flashback

"Mike, what are we doing here?"

"Shh…I just wanted to show you something."

"But at a cemetery? Why here? Cemeteries creep me out."

"I know. That's why we won't stay here long."

"But Mike…it's your birthday and you want to spend it in a graveyard?"

"No, I'm spending with my girl. Now hold on, we're almost…here. Yup, here we are." Mike pulled me to a tombstone. "Bella, read it aloud."

"Seriously?"

"Go on," he encouraged me.

So I read: "Here lies Michael the first, great father, great husband, great son, and beloved grandfather to the future. He was the one that made sure memories would be remembered, to make sure love lasts forever."

"This is my grandfather, Michael the first. I remember he always took me fishing and we hung out a lot."

"I remember you telling me about it. How he was wonderful and I remember how you were so sad when he past away."

"Yeah," he swallowed, "anyways, I brought you here for a reason."

"Yes?"

"Grandpa Mike always told me that whenever I die, I should die in place of someone in my heart. I should die while loving another because love makes a person's life memorable and makes their soul last forever. It makes things easier knowing that you'll be leaving a world full of love and not of anger or hate."

"Mike, you're confusing me. What are you trying to say?"

Then Mike faced his grandfather's tombstone and said, "Grandfather Mike, I know who will always be in my heart when I die: Isabella Marie Swan." I gasped, a bit shocked and confused. "I would die with her in my heart because I love her. I found the girl I love Grandpa, and I wanted you to be one of the first people who find out."

I started to tear. That is the first time Mike ever told me he loved me. "Mike, do you really mean it? Do you really love me?"

"Yes, yes I do. I really love you. And not just some corny teen flick movie, but with the actual love a man can have for a woman. Eternal love."

That was also the same night I told him that I loved him too. The graveyard was our special place.

Flashback over

"Bella, we're here," Eddie said, pulling me out of my thoughts. "We're going to have to do some walking to get there though."

"Eddie, where are we? The forest?"

"It's a surprise."

"I hate surprises."

"No one hates a good surprise."

"Are you assuring me it's a good surprise?"

"The absolute best."

He pulled me inside the forest and after a few minutes, we came across a long willow tree. He pushed the willow leaves aside, as he would if they were drapes, and said "Here is my special place. My meadow."

I couldn't help but gasp at how beautiful it was. Even during the night, it glowed with the tiny lake and beautiful plants.

"You're right Eddie, it is the absolute best."