Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Character's in this story. The club they go to is fictional.
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter :) Links to Bella and Rosalie's outfits for this chapter, and Rosalie's clubbin outfit from chapter one are in my profile.
Saturday night came sooner than I wanted it too. I avoided talking to Edward online, but I did send him a couple of emails to let him know we were still on for tonight.
Rose and I had come up with a plan. We would meet Edward togerther Sparxx night club. Rosalie and I would explain to him that it had been a big mistake. Emmett was going to meet Rosalie there at 9:00p, at which by that time, the situation with Edward should be resolved.
She would have her guy, and I would have mine. We would all laugh about it and have a fun double date.
Rosalie once again looked like she stepped of the pages of a fashion magazine. She wore a fire-engine red satin trimmed v neck blouson dress with black stilettos and silver hoop earrings. She pulled her long blond hair up into an elegant ponytail.
"Bella its 8:30, hurry up and get dressed."
"I am dressed." I thought I looked cute. I pulled on a light grey deep v neck t-shirt over a pair of dark denim jeans.
"No, honey." She shook her head at me before pulling a purple spaghetti strap camisole out of her closet. "Here, lose the sports bra and put this on."
"It's too big. I'm going to be popping out of that shirt."
"That's the point Bella."
I changed into the shirt, and, at Rosalie's request strapped on a pair of wedged heels.
We were only about 10 minutes late. I spotted Edward right away. He was leaning against a table, scanning the crowd. God he looked even more amazing in person.
I squeezed Rosalie's hand in excitement.
"I don't know if I can do this." I was starting to lose my nerve.
"It will be ok. Come on." She pulled me with her over to the table where Edward was standing.
"Hi!" Rosalie extended a hand out to Edward.
"Bella?" A huge grin spread across his face. My self esteem took another hit just seeing the way he looked at Rose. This was a terrible idea. Why did I ever think this would work.
"Uh, yeah" Rosalie responded. She grabbed my arm and pulled me in between her and Edward "And this is my friend…"
"Chloe." I interjected. "I'm Chloe." Rosalie scowled at me.
"Nice to meet you Chloe." Edward took my hand in his. A simple enough gesture, but as he shook my hand and looked into my eyes, all time seemed to stop.
The warmth of his fingers wrapped around mine created a burning sensation in my palm that radiated through my bones, causing my whole arm to tingle. Too soon, he released his grasp. I wondered if he felt it too.
"So…why don't you two talk? Chloe has this funny story to tell you. I'm going to go get a drink."
NO! She was not going to do this to me right now. We were supposed to tell him together.
Before I could protest, Rose was lost in the crowd, leaving me alone to face Edward.
Coward. Glad to see Rose was putting that fake ID of hers to good use.
Edward shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back and forth from the back of his heels to the balls of his feet.
"So…?" He drug out after about 30 seconds of awkward silence.
So." I repeated.
"What is it?"
"What is what?" I asked confused.
"The story?" He spoke the words slowly, deliberately; as if he talked at a normal pace I would have difficulty following him.
Right…Gawd, he must think I'm an idiot. The story. Although it was more of a confession.
"Funny thing really" I started nervously. "It has a lot to do with a guy and a girl and… insecurities, and you know…electronics."
Edward looked at me curiously, clearly not understanding where I was going with this.
Tell Him! The voice in my head screamed at me. Stop rambling and tell him. He's just a guy.
I took a deep breath.
An incredibly attractive, charming, fantastic guy…
"So I guess you're wondering why I'm here." I tried again.
"I think I know why you're here." He smiled.
"You do?" I asked excited.
"Yes. It was very nice of you to come with her tonight to screen me."
Wait? What?
"I'm glad you came. You can never be to sure about the people you meet these days. Especially those you meet after one day of talking on the internet."
"I…I….I guess so." I stammered. "But she trusts you. Bella knows you would never hurt her."
"She's right. I would never do anything to lose her trust. I like her too much." The look in his eyes when he talked about "me" was so warm, smoldering even. I needed to know if that look was meant for me or Rosalie.
"What do you like the most about her?" I asked.
"She's nice, and smart, and caring…"
"And beautiful?" I guessed.
"Yes, she is beautiful. I've never met anyone like her. There is so much I still want to know about her."
I looked away from him and tried to gather enough strength to tell him the truth. He said he liked me right? Maybe he could look past my little white lie and forgive me. What did I have to lose? We hardly even know each other. Even if he didn't forgive me, and never wanted to see me again, I could get over it. I think.
"Edward," I started my voice barely above a whisper, "There is something I need to tell you."
I waited for a response. When I didn't get one, I looked back at Edward. He was focused on something on the other side of the room. I followed his line of vision right to Rosalie. She was making her way back to us, drink in hand. His lips curled into a big goofy grin as Rosalie moved closer to us.
"You really like her don't you?" I commented. It wasn't so much as question as it was a statement of fact.
"How could I not. Look at her. Those eyes, her lips… she's amazing. I will cherish every piece of her forever."
He stood there, all gooey eyed and lost in thought. It was like I wasn't even here. He wanted her, all her.
Rosalie approached us and set her drink down on the table. She slung one arm around my shoulders, the other around Edward's.
"So….how's it going?" She asked.
"Um Bella…I need to talk to you for a second." I pulled Rose away from the table, far enough so the Edward wouldn't overhear our conversation.
"I couldn't tell him." I admitted.
"Bella, what's the problem?" Rosalie scowled.
"The problem is that he wants you. It's your eyes, your lips, and your body that he wants to cherish for the rest of his life, not mine."
"He really said that?" She questioned.
I nodded.
Rosalie started laughing. "Oh my gosh Bella. How cheesy. You don't really fall for that stuff do you?"
"I thought it was sweet. I only wish he thought that way about me."
"He does feel that way about you. He knows you. I'm just a face."
"Rose, I can't—"
"Fine! Then I'll go tell him the truth for you, and then you and Edward can go live happily ever after."
Rosalie looped her arm through mine and we walked arm and arm back to the table.
She could be difficult to get along with at times, but deep down; she really was a good person.
"Hey Edward…" Rosalie began but then suddenly stopped distracted.
"ROSIE!" A loud booming voice yelled.
Rosalie's eyes turned into saucers as Emmett McCarty bounded directly towards us.
Oh No.
I jumped in between him and Rosalie and flung myself into his arms.
"Emmett! You're early. What a surprise! Come with me for a minute please." I urgently dragged him away from the table. He looked back at Rosalie and made a face that said 'is this girl for real'.
"Not that I mind beautiful girls throwing themselves at me, but who are you?"
"SHHH! Not so loud." I warned. "I'm Bella, Rose's roommate. I had to pull you away, because that guy you saw us with, thinks that she's me. You were about to mess the whole thing up."
"Why would you want him to think that? I didn't know Rosie was into role-playing."
Emmett's face lit up with a huge cheesier cat type grin.
"NO! It's just a big mis-understanding. I sent him a picture of the two of us, and didn't correct him when he assumed I was Rosalie. She is going to tell him the truth. She's going to help me fix this." Emmett looked back towards the table. His big goofy grin quickly faded.
"Well it doesn't look like she's trying to hard." He said, his voice somber.
He turned me around to face Edward and Rosalie. Rosalie was leaning into him practically throwing her cleavage into his face as Edward caressed her cheek with the back of her hand. She threw her head back and laughed and he tucked a stray peace of hair behind her ear.
I couldn't believe it! She was totally flirting with him.
I pivoted on my heel and stomped out of the club. Emmett followed, close behind.
"Hey, where are you going?" He questioned.
"I'm leaving!" I didn't look back.
"What about Rosie, you can just leave her in there with him." He was starting to get seriously irritated.
"I'm sure she's in good hands." I argued.
"This is all your fault you know. That Rose, MY Rose is in there getting felt up by some—"
"Enough ok!" I shouted. "I know!…. I know."
I wasn't intentionally waiting up for Rose, but I couldn't sleep. I couldn't get image of Edward, leaning in to Rose, touching her face, and Rose enjoying it, out of my mind.
My thought's strayed to all possible compromising situations they were probably getting themselves into right now. It was 11:00p when Rosalie finally strolled in.
"Have a good time?" I asked my voice thick with implication. This irritated Rose. She slammed the door closed and threw her purse on her desk before turning to look at me.
"You know Bella," She started. She placed one hand on her hip and tilted her head slightly to the side.
Uh oh.
"This was not my idea. My life was just fine before you decided to be an insecure little chicken shit and set me up with your boyfriend! What did you expect?! Yes, we hung out and had a good time. The only reason I was there talking to him in the first place is because YOU wouldn't. I was there to do you a favor, and don't you forget that."
Rather than engage my self into an argument that I really didn't want to have with Rose, I did, what comes easiest for me.
I apologized.
I told Rosalie that I was sorry and this was my entire fault. I told her, over and over again how much I valued her friendship and begged for her forgiveness. Even though I was still upset for her getting a little too cozy with Edward, I did not bring that up again.
"Did you tell him?" I meekly asked.
"Bella I couldn't." She turned away from me. Before she did, I caught the glimmer of gilt that flickered in her eyes. Her whole demeanor changed as she walked away from me and went to go lay on her bed.
"You like him too, don't you?" I didn't need to wait for the answer. I already knew.
"Look Bella nothing happened. I didn't even kiss him. We just had a few drinks, and talked, about trivial things, you know the weather, sports, and such, and then we danced." She responded.
"You know I don't dance Rose." I whispered.
"No but I do."
I knew what she was doing. She was trying to pull him away from my world and pull him into hers.
"What about Emmett?" I questioned.
"Ahhh Emmett." Rosalie Sighed.
"I think he really likes you." I interjected.
"And I really like him. It's just…I don't know. Things are so confusing for me right now." I had never seen Rose get flustered before. I knew how much they liked each other and I felt bad for being the one to put their relationship in jeopardy.
"So what do we do?" I asked.
"I don't know. Edward is a good guy, but I am not going to waste my life pretending to be you." She said.
She was right.
My life was bland in comparison to hers. Had I really been wasting my life away? How much more was out there for me that I had ignored because I was too wrapped up in my school work and my books. I whipped my eyes with the back of my hand.
"Hey…don't cry. I didn't mean it like that, but I can't help the way I feel."
"It's ok Rose, I understand. You like Edward now. You guys are good for each other, I don't mind." I was such a bad liar and she knew it.
"Cut it out Bella, I don't think I can put up with anymore of your lies tonight. Things are already complicated enough."
We both sat in the dark, in silence lost in our thoughts.
"We have to tell him the truth Rose." I decided. "I'll just shoot him an email and-"
"Don't be stupid Bella, we can't tell him this over email. He deserves better than that. Besides what if he just stops talking to us? Then we both lose out on a great guy."
Now I was getting angry. I hated when she insulted my intelligence.
"Then what Rosalie? I go on dating his mind while you date his body?" I argued.
"Of course not. We just need to tell him the right way so he doesn't end up hating us both. We jut need more time." She mulled it over for a few minutes. "I got it!"
"What is it?" I questioned.
"Yes! You, me, and Edward. We're going to Sharon's party next Saturday. Edward is so much of a gentleman, I think he will always be committed to the person he is with. The problem is, the person he is with doesn't really exist. So, we get him drunk, and find out how he really feels about each of us as individually." She smiled smugly to herself.
I should have known Rosalie would find a solution that supported her under aged drinking habits.
"That's your brilliant plan? We all get drunk off our asses and see what happens?" I looked at her incredously.
"Yeah, you know there is nothing like tons of booze to bring out your true feelings. Do you have a better idea?" She knew I didn't.
"No." I sighed.
Over the next few days, Rosalie decided to make up for her confusion over her feelings towards Edward by overcompensating with Emmett. He had practically moved into our Dorm.
They were actually very cute together, holding hands, play fighting, huddling up in a corner laughing at their little private jokes. I wouldn't have minded so much, except it reminded me of what I couldn't have with Edward.
Mine and Edward's relationship was limited to awkward instant messages and brief emails.
The night after he met Rosalie and I at the club had been the worst. I logged on that Sunday morning.
JaneDoe007 logging on.
Thatkindofguy: Morning Beautiful.
JaneDoe007: Edward.
Thatkindofguy: How are you?
JaneDoe007: Could be better.
Thatkindofguy: What's wrong?
JaneDoe007: I don't know Edward. Why don't you tell me?
Thatkindofguy: Did you not have a good time last night?
JaneDoe007: Oh Nevermind. So what did you think of my friend Chloe?
ThatKindofguy: Chloe? She seems like a nice girl. Why?
Sure. Plain and boring was always nice.
JaneDoe007: Do you think she's pretty?
Thatkindofguy: I guess so. Wait. Is that what this is about? Do you think I was flirting with her last night?
JaneDoe007: No. I know you would never do that.
Why would he ever show any interest in me when he had Rosalie.
Thatkindofguy: You know no one could ever compare to you Bella.
JaneDoe007: Hey, Edward, I have to go. I have a lot of studying to do. Don't take it personally if I don't talk to you again before Friday.
I logged out before he even had time to respond.
Later that day, I sent him an email apologizing for overreacting.
After that, I spent all my free time talking to Edward. No matter how he felt about Rosalie, that didn't change the way I felt about him. Having him this way was better than nothing. I was content, but Rosalie and Emmett's growing physical relationship was wearing on me. By Tuesday, I had enough.
Emmett was hanging out in our dorm room again. Falling all over Rosalie again. She was sitting on his lap, whispering in his ear and running her fingers through his hair. He growled and started attacking her neck, eliciting a chuckle from Rose.
"Come on you guys!" I complained. "There are other people in this room too. You know ones that actually pay tuition to live here." I glared at Emmett as I said this. He was quickly starting to become the annoying big brother that I never wanted.
"You know Bella. You could learn a few things from Rosie. If you paid a little more attention to your man, and a little less attention to those books, he might actually start to like you."
I know he didn't mean it to be cruel or malicious. Big, dumb, Emmett was never good at censoring his thoughts. He actually thought he was being funny by attacking my relationship with Edward.
I grabbed my backpack off my bed and slammed the door as I left the room.
I walked across campus to the library and settled myself in a study corner on the 3rd floor. I closed my eyes, trying to push back the tears that threatened to fall. I focused on the sounds of the library. Copy machines warming up and sifting through papers. Chairs scraping against linoleum floors. Footsteps.
"Chloe?" I felt a tap on my arm. "Chloe."
I opened my eyes, and there he was. Even in just a T-shirt and a pair of shorts he was beautiful.
"Do you mind if I join you?" He asked.
"No. No. I don't mind. I was actually just about to leave." Which was true, now that Edward was here.
He sat down at the chair that sat caddy corner to my left and placed his backpack on the table. "Wait I kind of wanted to talk to you."
"Oh?" I asked. I sat up in the chair and leaned towards him.
"About Bella." He continued.
"Oh." I leaned back into the chair.
"Do you know about what's going on with her, and that football player?"
"Emmett?" What had she done now.
"Yeah, the guy from the club. I heard from a couple of guys in my class that they've been dating."
The pain in his eyes was unbearable. Damn it Rose. Why couldn't she keep her relationship with Emmett more of a secret? Had she really been flaunting it around campus the way she did when we were back at the dorm.
"Don't get me wrong." He continued "I'm cool with it if they are together. I mean, me and her aren't exclusive or anything. I just thought….I just need to know."
I almost believed him when he said he was ok with Rose and Emmett. Almost. I knew he had trust issues still stemming from his last relationship, and I knew how much it would hurt him to go through that again.
"No, Emmett's not Bella's type. She would never date him." I affirmed. I would have to talk to Rose about easing up on the PDA's with Emmett once I got back to my room.
"Really?" He looked hopeful. "I didn't know she had a type."
"She didn't. Not until she met you." I smiled at him, hoping it would ease some of the tension.
"I can't help but think I'm doing something wrong." He stated.
"Why would you think that?" I doubted he could do anything wrong, even if he tried.
"This might sound a little silly. I mean I haven't actually seen Bella since that night at the club, but when I talk to her, I see this sweet, shy, innocent girl. But when we are together, she seems so confident, and fun-loving. I don't know how to react to her anymore. I thought we hit it off, but then, I hear about her being with Emmett and, I just don't know."
"No! You're not doing anything wrong. Never feel that way. You are all she thinks about. Everyday she rushes home from class just so she can talk to you. You bring light and happiness into her otherwise dull life."
These were my feelings I was telling him about my feelings for him, not Rose's. Obviously whatever Rose, thought she felt for him wasn't authentic if she was willing to throw if all away for Emmett.
"Really?" He asked. He looked hopeful.
"Yes. She likes you so much….even if, she doesn't always show it." I hoped he would catch on to the hidden meaning behind my statement.
"I guess that would explain that night at Sparxx. She was so…. different than I expected."
Uh oh.
"What do you mean?" I tried to sound innocent.
"I don't know, it's dumb, forget I said anything." He resigned.
"No tell me." I pressed.
"Talking to her online, our conversations are deep and meaningful and we understand each other. Don't get me wrong, meeting her in person is wonderful, and we had so much in common that I didn't expect, but that night, she just seemed a little uninvolved and…well shallow." He replied.
"Maybe she was just nervous. She was so excited to meet you, and wanted to make a good impression, and sometimes, when you're tying to impress someone, you feel like you have to be what they want you to be instead of what you really are. I don't think she was really herself that night. Don't worry, things will get better."
"Thanks Chloe." He said. He reached over my shoulder and tugged on my ponytail.
"For what?" I asked.
"For being so easy to talk to. And for making me feel better."
We fell into lighter conversation, while we finished out homework at the library and actually ended up having a pretty good time. It was so much easier to talk to him when I wasn't expected to live up to some pre-conceived notion of who he thought I was. Here, with Edward it the library, I could relax and just be me.
After all our studying, Edward and I headed over to the student union. He insisted on repaying me for being a shoulder to cry on so to speak. I refused to let him waste his money buying me dinner, so we settled on ice cream. He had a strawberry short cake good humor bar, and I had a drumstick.
We walked out of the Union, strolling down the lawn in comfortable silence, indulging our ice cream comes.
"You really like that thing?" He said, turning his nose up at my drumstick.
"You can't be serious. This is the best ice cream in the world. So much better than your fruity strawberry shortcake." I teased.
Edward turned and stared at me with a murderous look on his face.
Oh, no. I didn't mean to offend him. It was a joke.
"Edward are you ok?" He narrowed his eyes and clinched his jaw. I backed away from him a little bit.
He pointed his ice cream at me as if it were a dagger. "Bite the ice cream Chloe."
I shook my head and he took a step towards me. He now held his ice cream less than an inch away from my face.
"Bite it." He said again.
"No." Before the word even left my mouth he shoved the good humor bar into my face. He smeared his ice cream from the top of my nose down to my chin.
"Edward!" I screamed.
He took off running. I dropped my drumstick on the ground and sprinted after him.
Of course me, not being as athletic as Edward, only got about 3 yards before I tripped over my own feet and fell to the floor on my hands and knees.
Stupid, athletic, med student.
I rocked back on my heels and whipped my hands on my shorts. He must have realized I had fallen behind. When I looked up, Edward's long legs were standing in front of me.
"Oh man, I'm sorry." Edward offered a hand out to help me up. Once I rose to my feet, I used all my strength to push him on the arm.
"That wasn't very nice." I pretended to be sad.
"Here." He used the bottom of his shirt to whip the smeared ice cream off my face. "I do apologize. Let me make it up to you."
He swung his back pack off to one shoulder and pulled me onto his back. I climbed up and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held onto my legs and zig-zagged across campus with me on his back.
We made it to the dorm and Edward, in a true Herculean effort, climbed three flights of stairs with me on his back. He sped up as we zipped down the hallway towards my room, pushing himself faster and faster with every step.
Then, without warning, he screeched to a stop. The force of my weight, combined with the 10 pound backpacks on our shoulders caused us to topple over and fall to the ground.
I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. Edward rolled onto his side to face me with a huge grin on his face.
"You ok?" He asked as he tapped me on the tip of my nose. We looked into each other's eyes for a minute and then started laughing hysterically.
"Thanks." I said when I caught my breath. "I had fun."
"Me too." He replied.
"You're forgiven for that little stunt earlier." I sighed, and then closed my eyes. I never would have thought this day would turn out so good. It was a day I never wanted to forget. I replayed this afternoon over and over in my head, memorizing every detail. Every expression on his face, his hazy green eyes, his laugh, his lips…
Without warning, a current of cold air whizzed past us as the door to my room creaked open. Rosalie stood over us with her arms crossed in front of her chest.
"What's going on here?" It was not difficult to detect the edge in her voice. Edward and I quickly climbed to our feet.
"We ran into each other at the library." He explained.
"Yeah" I added on. "Edward just walked me back to the room."
"I see." She eyed me suspiciously. "Why don't you stay a while?"
Rosalie brushed past me and slipped her arms around Edward's neck. She grabbed onto the collar or his shirt and walked backwards, pulling him into the room with her. I followed after them. Not wanting to voluntarily leave them alone together again.
Rosalie was in her usual attention seeking element tonight. She "had" to have his "opinion" on what she should wear to the party on Saturday.
So she pranced around in front of Edward in her skimpiest sluttiest outfits. Very subtle Rose, very subtle. And Edward, he didn't have to act like he was enjoying himself so much.
I had gotten pretty good at ignoring them, but when Rose straddled his lap and started whispering in his ear, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Hey Bella, Is Emmett coming back tonight?" I tried to make my voice sound as innocent as possible.
They both froze. It was a low blow, I'll admit, but she was playing dirty. He was just as much mine as he was hers, and I was going to fight for him. I felt bad that I had to take a dig at Edward as well. I vowed to make it up to him.
My comment had the desired effect. Edward stood up, dumping Rosalie off his lap. "I need to get going." He gathered his backpack off the floor and left.
"What the hell Bella!" She yelled at me after Edward had gone.
"Me?!" I gasped. "You know how I feel about him. You can have any guy you want. You already have Emmett wrapped around your finger, why do you need him too?! Why do you get to have them both?" I said.
"Emmett and my relationship is none of your business. I will date whoever I want." She responded.
"I never knew you were so selfish."
"Am I? You monopolize his time on the computer night after night and I'm the selfish one. What's the matter, can't you handle a little healthy competition?"
"This isn't a competition for me Rose! This is my life. My heart is in this. Edward's heart is in this, and it's just a game for you?"
"Give me a break Bella, I'm not heartless. I do like Edward." She responded.
"But you like Emmett more?" I guessed.
Rosalie never answered my question. "Grow up Bella" was all she said before she left.
I didn't know where she was going, but I was sure where ever it was, it involved some sort of male companionship.
After she was gone, I logged into my messenger and waited for Edward to sign in.
Around 7:30 I started to get worried. He should be home by now.
Eight o' clock came and went.
Where is he?
My stomach began to twist into knots. He was so angry when he left. What if he'd gone looking for Emmett?
No! I didn't want them to fight. I couldn't stand it if Edward ended up getting hurt because of my stupid comment.
Eight forty.
Or what if he was with Rosalie? What if she went to find him? What if they were finishing what they started while I sat in front of the computer like an idiot waiting for him to log on?
Please don't be with her.
I stared at my computer screen. Not knowing where he was, or what he was doing was torture.
Images.
Horrible images of what he was doing, and who he was with flashed through my mind.
Twenty minutes later, his name lit up on my buddylist.
JaneDoe007: Edward?
JaneDoe007: Hello…..
JaneDoe007: Paging Dr. Cullen…
JaneDoe007: Edward, if you're here please talk to me.
JaneDoe007:Please…
ThatKindofguy: What do you want me to say? I'm not sure there is anything for us to talk about.
JaneDoe007: Where were you? I was so worried.
ThatKindofguy: No need to worry. Sure you have more than enough people to keep you company when I'm not around.
JaneDoe007: Are you still mad?
ThatKindofguy: Naturally.
JaneDoe007: I'm so sorry Edward.
I'm such and idiot. Why did I think this would blow over and everything would be fine?
JaneDoe007: It was just a bad joke.
ThatKindofguy: Spending time with another guy is a joke to you? I thought you took our relationship more seriously than that.
JaneDoe007: No! That's not what I meant.
JaneDoe007: Emmett was here earlier but it wasn't the way Chloe made it sound. It was just…seeing you like that, it was awkward for her. She didn't mean to make you angry, but it was uncomfortable for her and she didn't know what else to do. Both of us feel awful about it.
ThatKindofguy: Are you with him?
JaneDoe007: No!! I'm sorry if I did anything to hurt you.
JaneDoe007: So sorry.
JaneDoe007: I don't know what I would do without you. Tell me what I can do to make it up to you? Anything you want, it's yours. I'll do anything to show you how much you mean to me.
ThatKindofguy: Will you tell me if you don't want to be with me?
JaneDoe007: Don't be ridiculous. I never want to be without you.
ThatKindofguy: I didn't realize how much of my heart is invested to you. The thought of you being with someone else is enough to drive me crazy. It would hurt like hell let you go, but I could do it, if it would make you happy. Please Bella, before we become any closer I need to know.
JaneDoe007: Okay, I promise.