Author's note: Hi everyone! Thank you all for your reviews and feedback. I am glad you are enjoying my story and also glad you liked Edward's POV. There will be more of him, don't you worry. I like being able to see both sides of the story and his is extremely relevant.

Disclaimer: Talks of drinking and getting drunk. They are of age.

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"My mother said I'm too romantic

She said, "You're dancing in the movies"

I almost started to believe her

Then I saw you and I knew"

Fire on Fire - Sam Smith

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There's a loud knock. Too loud and too early for... six o'clock in the afternoon... shit.

Leah!

I jump out of bed and run downstairs. I fling the door open and fly into her arms.

"Damn girl, is it bad?" I nod, making a funny frowning face at her.

She laughs. "Well let's talk! I brought Tito's." She pulls out a large bottle and holds it up. It glistens in the sun.

I clap my hands together, smiling ear to ear.

"But we're only pre-gaming." I stop smiling. Pregaming? But that means we drink just enough so we can make it out of the house on time… to go… out...

I shake my head.

"C'mon it'll be so much fun!" She's really trying. "You need to get out, you've had a rough week!" She whines but she looks at my baggy sweats, oversized shirt.

She's dressed in skin tight black jeans and a leather jacket. Her red shirt is cropped and looks completely sleeveless when her jacket moves. Her stomach is tight and her hips are round. Her jet black hair is bone straight and her gold jewel makes her skin look more bronze than it already is.

My Devil has sparkles in her eyes and my Confidence eyes Leah's look and wants to be like her when she grows up.

"C'mon, there's a new bar outside of the reservation. There's a shit ton of people coming and I promised I'd be there."

I sigh and whine, "Fine."

She grins and rushes through the front door. I slam the door and follow her upstairs to my old bedroom.

"Wow, nothing has changed." She makes herself comfortable on my vanity chair. "Let's get started!" She pulls two shot glasses out and waves them in the air like she did the alcohol bottle. "C'mon take a shot so I can pluck your eyebrows!"

Welcome to my sixth circle of Hell.

We're three shots and three hours in when Leah finally turns me around to face the mirror.

I almost look like her. I look the complete opposite of the zombie I have been this week. My eyes are smokey with the perfect amount of eyeliner and mascara. My cheekbone shimmers tiny rose gold specks. No blush because my cheeks are always red, she knows that. I let her put a light brown lipstick on my lips only if she promised to let me have my glossiness. "Here she hands me." She hands me an unopened tube of my favorite lip gloss.

She makes me put on a black dress with cutouts that feels too tight but my body does look good in it. I'm thankful I shaved my legs and armpits since the dress is sleeveless and it ties behind my back into a bow. She talks me into wearing heels and I compromise because I got to choose my lace black boots with a thick heel. I don't want to feel like my ankles are going to break all night.

She chooses to wear a white halter top dress with peep toe wedges. I envy the way her skin looks flawless and her hair doesn't frizz four hours after you style it.

We take a few pictures, to save the memories, and go to her car. It's messy but clean enough for the amount of time we'll be in it. She turns on her playlist and I sing along with the parts I know.

My Confidence comes out as the lyrics speak to me about being yummy and how his lover makes his toes curl because she's that good.

I giggle, thinking back to how Edwards's toes curls when I-

My devil peers out, smiling at my Angel who has her flowers ready to throw.

It really is going to be a long night.

Leah fills me in on her dating life and how poor it is. The hook ups in her town were clingy and everyone was ready to settle down. She said she was too but no one had made her feel that spark she thinks is needed. I joke that maybe if I had waited for a spark between Edward and I we would probably still be married.

"Edward came to the funeral" My voice is sharp and clear. I hope she doesn't ask me to repeat myself.

I can see her grip on the steering wheel tighten. "Oh?" Is all she says.

"Yeah." We end it there. She doesn't need to know about the dinner we had that frankly went well. I'm definitely intrigued to really find out why he wants to be here for me now.

The breeze is chilly and I should have brought a jacket or talked Leah out of wearing dresses. At least my shoes are closed toed.

We make our way past the line of people because Leah knows someone.

Of course she does. I rolled my eyes at the thought of her talking someone into letting us into the VIP section when we went to a club in Miami. I was thankful at the time.

We walk through the doors and I'm glad that it's warmer inside. The tequila is really starting to hit and the soundwaves from the bass run through me. I relax almost instantly and pull my shoulders back and lift my head. I smile kindly at the people I pass or pass by me. Applause fills the air as a local artist completes his set. I clap too even though I didn't see him play.

"Look who's here." She whispers. "Jake!" She exclaims, throwing her arms up again for the thousandth time tonight.

We weren't talking about the same person.

He's here.

Edward. In a fitted solid grey shirt, black jeans and his favorite boots.

He's in the back next to what looks like his cousin, Jasper. Beer in hands as they talk amongst themselves until his brother points the tip of his beer in my direction. We make eye contact for a split second before Leah pulls me back her way.

"Look, it's Jacob!"

In front of me is the cute, black hair guy with piercing dark brown eyes that I turned down because I was not ready to give myself to another man that wasn't Edward. Even after we rekindled when I came back to Forks for a bit, I couldn't be what Jake needed. He needed someone sweet and innocent like him. Someone who was nice and brought up the same way he was.

The Reservation had culture and centuries of Traditions he was sure to also follow. I'm pretty sure his dad, Billy, and Charlie wanted us to marry when they found out we had gone on a couple of dates. My dad wasn't exactly sure why Edward and I weren't together but he sure did think his best friend's son marrying his only daughter would be pretty cool.

Jacob was nice and fun but I didn't see my future with him, or anyone other than Edward for that matter. I've talked to my old therapist about it, Angela, and she suggested I focus on myself.

"Fill your void with you." She said, I rolled my eyes but I did what she said. Look where it's landed me though? Back to feeling the burn of Edward's eyes on every move I make from across the room.

Not in an intimidating way, it's almost intimate. As my husband, he felt like he had to show me off and brag about how wonderful I was even though I threw a vase in his direction earlier that day.

"How are you, Bells?"Jacob really is sweet, handsome and all around a good choice of a companion. Just not for me. His boyish grin and the way he gave into me too easily turned me off. I wanted a challenge, someone to fix as Angela once told me. I had a type and fixer uppers were one of them.

I wanted to fix Edward when I really needed to be focused on myself.

"I'm good." He sweetly opens his arms for a hug and I wrap my arms around him.

While it feels good to hug a person with such positivity. I wonder how Edward would react if I went up and just hugged him.

We haven't touched each other in such a close manner the night before we signed the divorce papers. A mistake I'll never get over from and I'm not talking about the divorce.

My Devil smirks and my Angel's flowers are in the air. My Confidence puts her sunglasses on and sits back, smiling proudly.

"I'll catch up later." I say, brushing off whatever they're conversing about and turning away from them.

I walk with my head high, checking to make sure my dress is smooth and fitted correctly. I feel great and I believe I look great.

My confidence fans herself as I walk towards him. I can feel the pull from earlier decreasing as I get closer to him.

He doesn't move or say anything. Jasper bumps him in his arm and whispers something. Edward blushes, embarrassed.

My Angel blushes too.

What do I even say? How do I not sound like a total idiot? The way we left things the other night was far from decent but it wasn't bad. I guess we're on good terms but what do you even say to your ex-husband who you're on those good terms with?

I stop myself from overthinking too much and settle on something simple. "Hey." My voice is cool, calm and collected but inside I am feeling an energy I haven't had in a while.

He eyes me like he's saving a picture for later in his head, but he doesn't speak. Instead his asshole best friend does.

"Hey Bella."

"Asswipe." My devil says angrily.

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Author's note: A story where we don't like Jasper? Shaking things up a bit. Please make sure to leave a review!