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There was a beat, a long drawn out wait for breath. Mike glanced around the room through his eyes refused to meet Edward's. He finally let out the air he had trapped inside him and reached out with his own magic. He felt the sharp cut of another's magic dispell Tessa's incantation. His eyes landed on the petite witch nestled beside his mentor. Her eyes were black, Expression veins sprawled upon her face.

Tessa pouted at the younger witch. "You're no fun."

"I just spent the last three months watching enough drama between my friends. I'd like a break from it before you decide to play a fucked up version of Cupid." Bonnie snapped at her, the black ebbing and giving way to her orignal emerald eye color. Matt didn't move from his spot, unmoved by the chatter happening around them. Mike gave Bonnie a grateful smile.

"Besides, we have more important things to talk about. Like the vengeful vampire roaming around the forest." Bonnie continued and then moved, letting Matt's head rest on the cushion. The blonde seemed to notice, grumbling under his breath before the witch patted his head. Her eyes caught sight of Mike and she nodded her head for him to follow.

"Where are you going?" Tessa asked.

"I'd like a word with Mike, since we're apparently related now." Bonnie snipped. She sent a warm smile to Jasper, "I'd like to come find you when that's over. If that's alright?"

He nodded. "Of course."

Bonnie couldn't help the warmth she felt. Mike moved to follow after her, ignoring the look Edward was sending to him. The two magicals heading towards the porch, leaving the others in the room confused.

Rosalie turned her eyes on Tessa. "What the hell was that?"

"What? I'm over two centuries old. Besides you all have seen the pining looks Mikhail has sent him."

"Well yeah," Emmett agreed. "But that's his call. And besides, Edward's engaged to Bella."

For now, Tessa though, unaware that the burly vampire was thinking the same thing. However long Edward wanted to pretend he wasn't attracted to Mike, Tessa wanted to cut that short. She happened to like her newest descendant. Besides, any man was better than a blood relative to Silas; or a Gilbert.

Making a mental note to find a good hex for the two idiots Bonnie called friends (and one an ex-boyfriend), the immortal arose, her empty mug in hand. "Esme, I'm off to make some more tea."

"Of course," the homemaker smiled. Tessa headed for the kitchen.

Carlisle turned to Bella. "We should get you home. I'm sure Charlie is worried for you."

"He can wait," Bella said, her eyes on Edward. "I'd like to talk to my fiancé."

"Bella," Edward huffed. "Now isn't a good time. I'll pick you up tomorrow?"

"I don't think it can." Bella said, crossing her arms over her chest. "I want to talk to you."

"Well I don't. Can we please just drop this?" Edward asked.

"No Edward, we can't. Now please, just be honest with me. Are you leading Mike on? I know he's confused but you shouldn't be giving him mixed signals."

Rosalie looked at the girl like she has grown a second head. They heard a shattering sound in the kitchen and Esme rushed in to stop whatever warpath Tessa was setting up.

"Mixed signals?" Edward choked.

"Edward, I know he likes you. He gives off this little quirk when he likes someone. He did it with me," Bella assured him. "I'm sure you're trying to be a good friend, but you should just tell him you aren't interested."

"Bella," Edward gapped. "I...Alice can you take her home, please?"

"Edward," the psychic warned him.

"Please."

She huffed and nodded. "Come on, Bella."

Mike had been home for two hours now. After his parents assured him he wasn't in trouble for his impromptu sleepover at the Cullens house, he made his way upstairs and got under the covers. He had been hoping that his bed would swallow him alive for the last thirty minutes.

He'd finally allowed himself to think about the last two days.

He kissed Edward Cullen.

He made out with Edward Cullen.

Hell, he had sex with Edward.

He wasn't sure how to feel about that. Okay, that was a lie. He was happy, for one. Or he had been at first. After waking up in bed alone, blissfully spent and his hip tingling, he was hurt to find Alice there. Alice who bitterly reminded him that Edward was straight and he had only given in due to the lust spell. She'd reminded him that Edward was in love with Bella. That once this whole affair with Victoria was over, they'd be married and Bella turned in a year.

It had been a stab in the heart. But he honestly wasn't sure why it hurt so much. He was eighteen, barely new into adulthood. Edward was a crush, right?

A crush shouldn't haven't felt like this. A crush was fleeting.

He was pretty sure he had pasted crush and was getting into love territory. Lust had been crossed already when they fell into the sheets together.

He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. He was screwed.

He was pretty sure he was in love with Edward Cullen. And in a tragic twist of irony, he was the bisexual idiot in love with a straight man.

TVTropes would have a field day.

"Fuck," he hissed. "Stupid Cullen."

Stupid, dorky, insufferable Edward, he cursed.

It was all he could do to keep his heart from breaking.

Bonnie was heading to see Jasper and paused when she caught sight of Edward. He was laying on his couch, forearm covering his face and a frown marring his lips.

She still found it funny how much he reminded her of Stefan.

"You keep thinking of that man," Edward said, sitting up. "Stefan, who is he?"

"Someone I thought was a friend," Bonnie answered. She looked around his room, taking in the little things. A record player, a shelf full of books and another with old records. He had no bed but his couch was comfortable. Kind of homey, she thought.

"But he wasn't?"

"Would you call someone who was willing to toss a coin to choose between killing you and your mother a friend?"

Edward frowned. He could hear the growls and angry thoughts of his family and his weren't any better. "Those aren't your friends," he told her.

"No, they aren't. Especially if you're just replaceable to them. They don't care to check up on you after a spell almost kills you; they don't care to apologize for what they've done. Everything they've done is for your best friend who is the most important thing to them because they hope they'll gain brownie points and she'll finally break this generational cycle of sleeping with two brothers and destroying their relationship."

Edward didn't know when he got up, but he knew so where between her talking about her being easily replaced and how she was nothing compared to her friend had him wrapping his arms around her in a hug. She seemed to need it because as soon as she registered he was holding her, she broke down.

She cried. She cried for the months she was dead and none of her friends seemed to notice except for Matt. She cried for the deaths she had seen. The family she lost. His undead heart broke for her as he saw each death, saw how it hurt her.

He saw how her friends abandoned her, get themselves get wrapped up in their own drama and isolated her. He growled when he saw that man again; Stefan.

He refused to be like him.

Bonnie was too good; too kind to be seen as a throwaway toy. She was their family. Or, she would be if she wanted to. Jasper's own thoughts were wild. He wanted to come in and take Bonnie away. He wanted to hold her until she stopped crying. But he also wanted to find and hurt every last one of them for hurting her.

"Bonnie," he called softly. Bonnie peered up, her eyes wet and cheeks streaked with tear tracks. "Please don't compare me to him. I'd...I'd never want to do that to you."

"I don't mean in the regard," she assured him.

"How do you mean?"

"Stefan was tormented. He always saw himself as a monster for the sins he committed. You're like that too, aren't you? All of you are." He was shocked that she could get all that from only a few days.

"Don't give me that look," Bonnie told him. "I was here for a while when I was a ghost. You need to hear this and I know everyone else can. You aren't a monster. If there is only thing I can say with dealing with two idiot brothers and a family of ancient vampire Vikings who need centuries of therapy, you guys aren't so bad."

Edward wasn't aware he was smiling until she pulled back from him and wiped the rest of her tears. She was returning it with her own.

"You should call off your wedding," Bonnie advised.

"What?"

"You should call off your wedding," She repeated, slower and like talking to a child. "Bella is...well she's just as confused as you. And you don't have to take my word for it. Your heart may not beat but it's either. Maybe give it a listen?"

"Bonnie..."

"The future isn't set in stone," she said. "But, if it was, I'd rather you and Bella be happy than miserable; apart. Just think about it?"

"Of course," he murmured. "You should go see Jasper. He's getting a bit antsy."

"Alright," the little witch agreed and then waved him off. "Good night, Edward."

"Good night Bonnie."