A/N: Anyone still there? Well, I finally have a new chapter! I had a burst of inspiration on this one. I'm still not totally pleased but... oh well. Thank you all for your reviews and for patiently waiting for chapters.

Disclaimer: Twilight and characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. Only the plot is mine.

Chapter 18

JPov

I didn't remember driving home. My mind was in a fog and the only thing I could think of was what the fuck was that? Edward had been acting weird for days and while I noticed, I was busy grading assignments before the end of term, helping students with their end of term projects and papers, and doing research for an academic paper that I had to present at a conference in the summer. I asked him what was wrong but he said everything was fine.

Apparently he was lying.

As soon as I got home I crashed on my bed and let the tears finally escape. I didn't know if I was crying from sadness, anger, or confusion. Or all of the above.

I just didn't understand what made him act that way. What had I done that was so horrible and why didn't he tell me? My mind couldn't process more than my own pain, though, and eventually I cried myself to sleep.

I woke up the next day and laid in my bed, just staring at the ceiling for several minutes trying to decide if I wanted to call in sick to work. Emotionally I felt beaten and exhausted. There wasn't enough in me to find the will to get up. What was the point of getting up without Edward?

That thought immediately pissed me off. Sure I loved Edward. Sure I missed him. But he was the one who flipped out. I may have done something wrong, and I'd own up to it when I figured out what Edward had been upset about, but he ran from me and didn't give me a chance to make it up to him.

With that resolve in mind – not to mention the lingering guilt I would have for my students for cancelling one of the final classes – I hoisted myself out of my bed and went to the shower.

Edward wouldn't leave my mind for the rest of the day. I was pissed off as hell at him, and when I next saw him again we were going to have a very important conversation. But I missed him. I missed knowing that I would go home to him. That thought hit me halfway through my last class of the day. I had to go to my apartment. The apartment that I had barely been in. When I now thought of home, I thought of Edward. And it almost made me cry again to think that I had to go back to an apartment that was missing the most important aspect of my life.

After my last class I sat in my office staring at the papers on my desk. I knew I had to wait for Edward to come to me. I missed him, but I would not go to him. Though I wasn't sure how long I would last on that. Surely he'd crack in a day or two? I had to believe that. I had to believe that by the end of the week Edward would come to me, tell me what was wrong, and let us work it out.

"Jasper?"

I managed to control the groan that threatened to escape as soon as I heard Bella's voice. This was just not the time. "Yeah, Bella. What can I help you with?"

"Nothing," She said in that high pitched, innocent voice the drove me to drink, "We just haven't spoken in a while. You don't come around to see me anymore."

"I never 'came around' to see you in the first place," I pointed out even through I knew it was pointless.

She ignored my comment, "And I missed you."

"I don't know how you can miss someone you've never spent any time with," I muttered. I knew I was being an ass but she, as always, had a way of making my day instantly worse.

"And so I was wondering how you are doing." Bella sat down in my extra chair and kept talking, again ignoring my irritated glare. "You seem down. Can I help?"

"No," I said shortly.

"Now really, Jas," I gritted my teeth at the nickname that she started using last year when she got it into her head that we were close friends, "you can tell me anything. You know that."

"Really, I'm fine. You can go away now."

"Please, Jas. Just tell me, I want to know."

"No."

"Please? I promise you'll feel better and I won't tell anyone…" She continued talking but by that point I was seeing red. The more she wouldn't leave me alone the more pissed off I got, until finally I exploded.

"Fine, fine," I snapped, "You want to know why I'm down? Okay, I'll tell you. See yesterday I had a fight with my boyfriend about something he never fucking explained to me. Then I walked out on him and this is the first time since we've gone out that we've gone twenty-four hours without at least texting. So yeah, I'm a little tense today."

She stared at me for a moment, "Do you feel better now?"

I thought about it for a bit and realised that, yes. Yes I did. Some of the tension I had been carrying with me throughout the day had been unleashed and while I was still upset, it was nice to talk about. Even if it was to Bella.

"Yeah, I guess," I admitted.

"Why did you fight?"

I hesitated for a moment, then, taking a deep breath, confessed to the person who irritated me the most, "I did something wrong. I'm not sure what I did though. He never told me."

"Hmm," She spaced off for a bit and looked at the bindings of my books, "He probably expected you to know what you did," She finally said.

"Well obviously that was dumb of him, because I have no clue." I sighed.

"That's just because you're a man."

"Edward is a man," I said, wincing internally at my condescending tone.

"Well obviously he is. But maybe he's more sensitive than you are."

"I think you mean neurotic. Edward is more neurotic than I am."

"Well then maybe that's it. But anyway, he clearly expected you to know what you did wrong. So what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything," I burst out, "I just came home from work and he attacked me."

"I'd think closely about what you did and apologise."

"I'm not apologising. This isn't my fault. I'll admit it's possible I did something that made him upset but he didn't tell me what it was and allow me to explain myself. I'll not apologise for his stubbornness," I said firmly. Though there was a very big part of me that would be willing to apologise if only to be back with him. I mentally berated myself for giving in and not staying strong.

Bella shrugged, "Whatever, I mostly came here to ask you a question. I'm going to a pub tonight with some of my friends and I was wondering if you would come with me."

Ah, there was a catch. I knew it.

"No."

I continued to turn her down until she left, but the mention of her friends had left me with an idea of who I could talk to. I fished my phone out of my pocket and found Alice's number. I bit my lip and wondered for a moment if she would be mad at me. Had Edward already called her? A part of me hoped not because then she wouldn't have already taken his side, but another part hoped that he had so I could know he was all right. Willing to take the risk, I dialled the number.

"Jasper?" I heard her voice over the line.

"Hey, um, Alice. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Why are you calling me?"

A spark of relief shot through my body, "Edward hasn't called you?"

"No," She said slowly. "Why would he?"

"Well, um, you see. We kinda had a fight last night."

The line was quite and I couldn't help but picture her face slowly growing red in anger.

"And?"

"Well, I, um, well," the powers of speech had apparently left me, I mused, "you see, I came home from work last night and all of the sudden he just started yelling at me. I don't know what I did. He told me I knew, but I really didn't know. And I mean, sure, things have been weird for a while, but we both have been really busy what with the end of term coming up and my performance for my class and I'm writing this paper that I have to present this summer and I'm grading a lot of papers," I rambled without thought.

"And Edward's competition," Alice added.

"Exactly," I exclaimed, and then immediately gasped in horror when I realised what had made Edward so upset. "It was the competition."

"What?"

"The competition, his competition. I was so focussed one the things I needed to get done that I didn't realise that he's extremely anxious about the competition. I mean, of course I knew it was coming up, but I didn't really realise it, you know?"

"Well just let him know that you know now."

"I can't do that," I protested, "I mean, yeah, okay, I was a bit of an ass about it. But I've been asking him for days, weeks, what has been wrong with him. He always told me he was okay. Why didn't he let me know? The reason we fought was because he wouldn't tell me what was wrong with him and he blamed me for it."

Alice's exasperated sigh over the phone was palpable. "Jasper, I'm going to tell you something about Edward that he'll kill me for if he ever found out, okay?"

"Okay."

"Our father can be difficult to get along with. He loved us unconditionally and worked his ass off to give us everything that we wanted, but deep down he knew that what we needed most was our mother. So he worked harder to make up for what he knew he couldn't give us. He wasn't home a lot. Now, I was his little girl and I'm outgoing. If I didn't feel like I was getting enough attention, I'd demand it from him. But Edward was quieter and always seemed to fade into the background of things. His way of standing out to our father was to make sure that he did everything perfectly and without help."

I listened closely to Alice absorbing every word she said as she let me into a part of Edward that he kept locked up. I could barely keep the tears from my eyes as I pictured my Edward thinking he had to be the best to deserve his father's attention. No wonder he was terrified to try the competition – if he didn't win, Edward would see himself as a failure.

"Not to mention our father really didn't have a lot of time to help us, even when we needed it. We became largely self-sufficient. But since Edward was older, I could rely on him. It was only a few years ago that I realised that Edward never had anyone to rely on. By that point his self-reliance was like a badge he wore proudly. He never asked anyone for help and if he though there was something he couldn't do on his own, he wouldn't do it. The only thing he allowed our father to help him with were his student loans for college, and even those he paid our father back for."

"But Edward is self reliant. And he isn't weak if he has to ask for help," I said.

"We both know that, Jasper. Everyone who knows Edward knows that he is a strong person. But Edward doesn't know that. And his previous relationships didn't add much to his self-esteem. Until you he kinda picked people like our father. He was largely ignored. I was hoping he would learn to rely on you, learn that it was okay to need another person."

I thought about that for a bit. Edward did rely on me, I realised. He did. He wanted my help last night and all the other nights before. He wanted me to tell him that everything would be okay. He wanted assurance that in my eyes his self-worth wasn't contingent on the competition. He did rely on me, he just didn't know when to ask for help. Well fine then, I decided, some communication lessons were in order for Mr. Cullen.

"Alice, I need to let you go. I have to think about this for a little bit."

"Jasper, wait," She shouted.

"Yeah?"

"You aren't going to leave him, right?"

"No. Not unless he does something really stupid while we're apart."

"Like cheat?' Alice snorted, "Edward's not the type. It'd kill him with guilt. Besides, he loves you too much."

Hearing her say that brought the tears back into my eyes. "Yeah, exactly. I couldn't leave him. But I do need to work out what this means for us."

"Not that I'm supporting causing emotional damage to my brother," Alice added, "But it wouldn't hurt to make him stew for a few days. You never know, maybe he'll realise what an ass he was."

"Alice, that's pretty mean."

It was like I could practically see the quirked eyebrow and mischievous grin, "Yeah, well, don't tell me you don't think he deserves it."

"Of course I do. But he's your brother. Shouldn't you be telling me to race over there, apologise, and then…" I stopped when my mind brought up images it shouldn't during a conversation with Edward's sister.

"Have hot make-up sex," Alice suggested.

I laughed, "Exactly."

"Well as much as I'd like you to make up with my brother, I do know that he can be quite stubborn. It might help your case if you give him a few days to get his act together, realise that he can't live without you, and then throw himself at your feet."

"Somehow I don't see that last bit happening."

"Well, maybe I can suggest it to him. Would you like him to be naked when he throws himself at your feet?"

"Alice," I shouted. Then my brain began conjuring imaged of a naked Edward at my feet. He would kiss them and then drag his lips up my calves. The cleft of his ass was picture perfect in my mind. His hand reaches up and –

"Jasper, stop thinking about my brother naked."

"I can help it. You're the one who suggested it," I scowled. My daydream had left me horny, and now I had no Edward to take care of it for me.

"That doesn't mean I want to listen to your heavy breathing over the phone."

I had to grace to blush, even though Alice couldn't see it. "Anyway, I need to think about this. I'll wait for him to come to me though."

"Okay Jasper. Call me if you need to talk."

"Thanks Alice. Oh and Alice," I said before she could hang up, "Will you call him to make sure he's all right. I just… I need to know that he's okay."

"Of course Jasper."

We hung up the phone and I stared at the same stack of papers as before. They were still ungraded and I couldn't find it in me to care.

Talking with Alice had been helpful. Not only had I been able to understand a bit more about Edward, but it was also nice to speak to someone linked to Edward. By speaking to Alice it was almost like speaking to him.

I understood now, why Edward was the way he was. He had told me about his relationship with his father before so I knew that they weren't close. But I didn't know how much he felt he had to work for people's affections. I didn't know that he needed to feel like he was absolutely perfect and in control to be worthy of attention. It broke my heart to think that Edward didn't consider himself as special as I knew he was.

Had I ever given him any reason to think that he needed to prove himself? I didn't think so. I hoped that in all the time we were together I had only shown him how spectacular he was. Edward clearly didn't know himself. So it was up to me to show him.

I vowed that I would spend the rest of our time together making sure that Edward knew exactly how wonderful he was. How he didn't know already amazed me. I couldn't have been the first person to tell him so, though Alice had said that his previous boyfriends had ignored him.

That reminded me of how I had been treating him these past weeks. I hadn't ignored him, not at all. But I had been too absorbed in my own work to realise when Edward needed me.

Not that it was all my fault, I realised that. Edward had some of the blame too. My ignorance combined with his stubbornness had escalated into the situation we now found ourselves in. But it was a learning experience. Now that I knew Edward had this issue I could look out for it and nip it in the bud before we had an explosive fight again.

I looked back at the paperwork, knowing that I needed to finish it. That damn paperwork. Making a decision I neatly put the paperwork to the side and packed up my bag. I was in no condition to grade anything tonight. I'd be a monster, marking students off for every out of place comma. God forbid anyone had a mediocre paper; I'd probably instantly fail them.

Instead I drove back to my empty, Edward-free apartment to drink an entire bottle of wine. I had changed into my pajamas when my phone alerted me to a text. It was a message from Alice, "Called Ed. He's fine. Not happy you called me, but he's alive. I'm mtg him now."

Well that made me feel slightly better. At least there would be someone with him tonight, even if that someone weren't me.

I opened a new bottle of wine and lied down on the couch. If I closed my eyes and took a deep breath then I could smell some remnants of his cologne in the fabrics of my couch.

I was again crushed with the emptiness of not being with Edward. I missed him so much and it hurt to think that I couldn't be with him. I wanted to race over to his house and throw myself at him. I wanted to comfort him, tell him I would love him forever, no matter what. I wanted him to know that he was everything I could possibly ever want and need. I just wanted him.

I wasn't sure how long I could hold out before I cracked and went to him.

A week later and I was going crazy. I missed him so much I could taste him and it was only Alice's reassurances that kept me from busting down his door. She told me that he was fine, that he was figuring out some things. They had talked, apparently, and Edward was talking to her about some of his issues. There were still things, though, that he refused to talk to her about. She told me that he had begrudgingly agreed to tell me some day, which thrilled me because it showed that he didn't want to completely break things off.

But we still weren't talking. I'd called Edward's house several times, trying to get him to speak to me. I'd even called Alice and asked her to hand Edward the phone. Each time he refused.

It was now the final day of classes. The day we were supposed to perform our piece, and Edward wasn't here.

A small piece of me understood why he couldn't be there. If he really was talking with Alice it had to have been an emotionally draining week, on top of an already stressful time for him.

But I was still disappointed and hurt that he wasn't here with me. This was going to be our thing. I was excited to show off my beautiful and talented boyfriend to my students, especially to the ones who eyed me appreciatively sometimes. Instead I had to tell them it wasn't going to happen.

I sat in the classroom and the loneliness overwhelmed me. I understood that Edward needed time, but I didn't understand why that required him to cut off any and all communication with me. Why couldn't he just talk to me on the phone? Even just hearing his voice would relieve this tight knot that had formed in my chest since our fight.

One week without him was simply too much. I was a little pathetic but fuck if I cared. Alice assured me they were making progress, but I was impatient and wanted Edward now. I'd help him through everything; I just needed to be with him.

Of course I knew that what he needed was to figure out exactly why he felt insecure. He needed his family to assure him that they loved him no matter what. But so did I and I needed to tell him so. And he needed to fucking answer my calls!

"Okay guys. Thanks for a great class; you've all made it enjoyable. And all of your presentations have been very interesting and well done. Have a great summer," I waved goodbye to my students and rearranged the chairs back into their rows.

I cast a longing glance at the piano and again wished more than anything that Edward was here with me. Did he miss me at all? I hadn't been brave enough to ask Alice that. He seemed willing to talk about me. That had to be a good sign. And he had promised Alice that he would share some things with me.

I was just so tired of being patient. I wanted my Edward and I wanted him now. Damn his apology. At this point I'd be willing to forget about the fight and move on. I knew that wouldn't work though. There were things about Edward that I needed to understand and it required Edward trusting me enough not to bolt at his first sign of weakness.

I sighed and dropped down into a chair. I would wait. I would wait as long as he needed.

Two weeks later Alice called me with some new information. Edward had made it into the finals of the competition and now he needed to give a live performance of his pieces for final consideration.

The pride that I felt at his accomplishments was only diminished by the fact that I couldn't tell him in person how proud I was of him. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. I wanted to throw my arms around him give him all the love I had been storing up in the three weeks that we'd been apart.

More than anything, though, I wanted to be with Edward to calm his nerves. I knew that even though he undoubtedly felt excitement and relief at making it this far, he would now be freaking out about the final part. He would work himself into frenzy and then he would worry that he would screw up the performance. I knew without Alice having to tell me that that was what Edward's next battle was.

We had spoken on the phone once, a quick hello before I was hastily passed off to Alice. She had been spending the majority of her time at Edward's and I was eternally thankful to her for looking out for him when I couldn't.

She told me that Edward was progressing well. He had been talking with her and even went to see a counselor about his control issues and constant need for perfection – though Alice admitted she had to drag him kicking and screaming into the office. Then she had to pinch his leg to get him to stop glaring and talk to the woman. I smiled at that, relieved that my stubborn Edward was still there.

More importantly though, she told me when his performance was. She even covertly gave me a ticket.

So that's where I found myself. Standing outside the State University's auditorium. I was surprised that it looked like there were a lot of people here. I looked around for Edward or Alice, but I couldn't see them.

I followed the crowed into the auditorium and tried to find my seat.

"Jasper," I heard Alice yell. I looked around and then saw a short black head bouncing up and down in the second row. I pushed my way through the crowd and made my way to them. Alice, Alec and a man I didn't recognize were all watching me walk towards them.

"Hey Alice, nice seats."

"One of the perks of being here with the finalists," She shrugged. She moved aside and I greeted Alec. Then the man who had been studying me stepped forward, "Jasper," Alice said, "This is my dad, Ben."

"Hello sir, it's nice to meet you," I said. I shook his hand, trying not to reveal how much I was studying him. Here before me was the source of Edward's problems. I had to force myself not to immediately hate him.

"Jasper, Alice and Edward have told me about you," Bed said.

I smiled weakly, not knowing if he was being nice or just humouring me. "I've heard about you too," I replied. It occurred to me that I probably shouldn't have brought that up, but in the next though I rejected that. I wanted this man to wonder just what I knew about him. I wanted him to know that I wouldn't let him hurt Edward again, no matter how unintentional it would be.

"How's Edward?" I asked Alice. A worried look crossed her face, confirming my fears.

"He's being… Edward."

"So he's freaking out?"

"Basically."

I bounced on the balls of my feet then looked at my watch. There was still half an hour until the performance was set to begin. "Can I see him?"

Alice considered my request for a moment and even though it was clear she wasn't completely sold on it, she nodded and pushed past me into the crowd. I followed her out of the auditorium and down a small side hall. The stage door was unguarded so we easily got backstage.

It was bustling with performers. A young woman with a violin was tuning the stings, and others were pacing in a circle. One guy was sitting with a board across his lap practicing fingering. But I didn't care about them at all.

Because there in the corner, looking heartbreakingly beautiful and nervous, was Edward. His eyes widened when he saw me and he stood up.

"I'll leave you two alone," Alice said before we reached him, "you remember where we're sitting?"

I nodded but didn't look at her, not willing to tear my eyes away from the sight of Edward's face. I slowly walked up to him. I noted with pleasure that his eyes also followed me and they seemed filled with longing.

"Jasper," he rasped out as soon as I was in front of him.

"Hi Edward." I stayed a respectable distance from him waiting for him to make the first move.

"What are you doing here?"

"Alice gave me a ticket. You didn't think I'd miss this, did you?"

Edward didn't say anything. I watched him fidget in his seat and wondered if he was now nervous about me instead of the performance.

"How have you been?" I asked.

"Fine," he said.

Well this was getting us nowhere. I sat down next to him and took one of his shaking hands in mine. "Edward, you're going to be fine. I know you're nervous but you can do this."

Edward was quiet but then I heard his worried voice, "You don't know that. What if I fuck up? What if I get up there and I don't remember the keys. Or what if I trip when I'm walking to the piano. Or what if –"

"So what?" I asked. I reached across with my other hand to grasp Edward's chin and turn to look at me, "I don't care if you mess up Edward. I know that you can do this because I know that you're an amazing piano player. I'll still be here whatever happens."

"Will you?" Edward asked. "Because I was an ass to you."

"Yes you were," I said as light-heartedly as I could without showing how much the entire situation actually hurt me, "And we'll have a talk about that later. But I do understand. And I've mostly forgiven you for it."

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I know I should have told you why I was upset. I'm just used to handling things on my own and then I was torn between wanting to deal with it by myself and wanting you to know. Then I just wanted you to figure it out for yourself so I wouldn't have to feel like I couldn't take care of myself."

"I know. And can we now agree that that was a dumb idea?"

Edward's lips twitched and the sight of a possible smile sent a thrill through my heart. "Yes, that was a dumb idea."

"And next time you're mad at me, you'll tell me why?"

"I promise."

"Good," I said, before leaning in and kissing those lips I had missed for the past weeks. "And I'm sorry too. I was so wrapped up in what I needed to get done that it slipped my mind to be concerned for you."

"It's okay," Edward said.

"No, Edward, it's not. I want to make this clear it you. I never want you to think you are less important than my work. Because you aren't. You are the most important thing to me." I looked into his eyes to make sure he completely grasped what I was saying, "There will be times that I'll fuck up. I'll get trapped under deadlines and grading. But those things are still not as important as you are and I want you to tell me if you feel like I'm not paying attention to you."

"Jasper, I don't need you to –"

"Nope, none of that. Promise me."

"I promise, and I'm also sorry that I missed your lesson. I almost went but I didn't want that to be the first time we saw each other." Edward said.

"Well I was disappointed, but in the scheme of things I'd rather you were okay. So I'll let it pass, but it's being added to a list. It's called, 'Things Edward Must Make Up For with Sexual Favours or Food'. I'll warn you now, it's quite long." I teased.

And then a smile graced his face and suddenly everything seemed okay. The past weeks were tough, but I was back with Edward and everything else could go to hell.

I kissed him once again, deepening it as much as was appropriate for being in public. The taste of him on my tongue, the feel of his lips pressed against mine, and my hands carding through his hair, were all so surreal and fantastic. For a moment I was terrified that it was just a cruel dream. I would wake up alone in my bed.

We separated but when I tried to move away Edward stopped me. He rested his head on my shoulder and I ran my fingers through his hair.

"I don't think I can do this," he whispered.

"That's okay too," I assured him. "I want you to do whatever you want. I'll support you."

"Even if I back out?"

"Yep."

"And if I fuck up?"

"I'll help comfort you. I'll have you know that these past three weeks have been filled with pent up sexual frustration. I'm sure I can make you feel better, somehow." I felt the smile on my neck and knew I was getting through to him. "Because, you know, jacking off on my own isn't nearly as satisfying as having you with me."

"Jasper, I really don't need to have a boner when I walk out on stage."

"I'm just trying to distract you, love."

Edward lifted his head off my shoulder and looked at me, "I didn't know if I'd ever get to hear you call me that again."

I pulled him closer and kissed his temple, "I will be here until you tell me to go away. And then I'll still be with you. You just won't see me."

"Are you saying that you've been creeping outside my house?"

"Not yet, but in all seriousness, I was about a week away from going into stalker mode. Though I did call Alice everyday to ask how you were."

"I know. I liked that you did even though I wouldn't talk to you."

"Yes," I said with teasing disapproval, "that's another thing you'll have to be punished for. You have several things to make up for."

"And how do you propose I do that?" Edward practically purred.

I waggled my eyebrows earning yet another deep laugh from Edward.

"Attention performers, the concert starts in five minutes," A woman with a clipboard yelled across the room.

"I better go before it's too late," I said. I tried to remove my hand from Edward's but he had an iron grip. "Edward?"

"Stay with me?" He asked. His panic was back in his eyes and there was nothing anyone could do that would make me leave him like that.

I sat back down and maneuvered his head back onto my shoulders. I resumed running my fingers through his hair and evened my breaths in the hope that he would naturally imitate my breathing.

"Where are you in the lineup?"

"I'm sixth. There are ten of us finalists. Though there are rumours that the winners have already been chosen. This is just final presentation of all our work."

"So the pressures off. If the final choice isn't contingent on this performance."

"But what if I was a winner but the I fuck up and they're so unimpressed that they give it to someone else?"

"That won't happen. I know that you won't fuck up. Edward, these are your songs. You know them like the back of your hand."

"Yeah, but still…"

"Edward, this is your dream," I said softly. I turned my head so I was speaking into his hair, "I'll keep telling you as much as you need me to, whatever happens you're the winner to me. I'm just so proud that you took this risk and that you went after your dream. I'm honoured that someone as brave and talented as you loves me."

We sat in that position for what seemed like hours. I muttered quietly into his hair and placed soft kisses on him, keeping him calm. When his breathing started speeding up I made him copy my breathing.

Then his turn came.

I followed him into the wings so that I could watch his performance. The scared and worried Edward from backstage seemed to have vanished once the moment came and in its place was the confident Edward that I knew.

I kissed him, slipping him the tongue to try to cheer him up, and then smiled cheekily, and whispered, "Good luck."

Then I smacked him on the ass and gave him a push.

A/N: There you go, they're together again. Edward will be dealt with more in the next chapter. Originally I wasn't going to have them meet again until the next chapter, but Jasper kept writing me in this direction, so I let him have his way. I kinda like it better anyway. Much more enjoyable than a chapter of whiney bitching from Jasper.

Thanks for reading and I'll see you next time! ~AJ Kelly