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Disclaimer: I do not own the Twilight Saga books, movies, or characters. My extreme thanks to the genius mind of Stephenie Meyer who created this series and who is kind enought to let me waste time in this world :)

I also do not own or claim to own the Hannah Montana TV show, music, or merchandise. I also do not own any of Akon's songs, including 'Lonely'

Chapter 4

BPOV

Him. Here. Edward.

Why?

I wasn't exactly forming coherent questions as I stood there, staring at him. In fact, I was surprised I was still upright and on my feet.

'Bella?!" Jacob stood in front of me, breaking my gaze from Edward. He shook my shoulders and lowered his head to look me in the eyes.

I shook my head, trying to clear my mind. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Gathering as much courage as humanly possible given my current situation, I opened my eyes and once again became the 'new Bella'.

''Yeah?" I looked directly back at Jacob. I was going to prove to him that I only loved him anymore, even though my heart achingly proved that I obviously loved more than just him.

"What's going on? Why is he here?" Jake asked me, his voice filled with contempt. His arm possesively wound around me.

"Honestly, I don't really know. The guy at the door wouldn't let me back in and then he showed up. I'm as shocked as you." I said. I was going to be honest, as much as it killed me.

I looked to.....Edward. He hadn't said anything to me since he had scolded me for kicking the beer can. Jacob, as usual, was right. Why the hell was Edward here?

"Why are you here?" I asked him.

"Why are you here?" He replied. Touché.

"Okay, for one thing I asked you first. And second of all, it is none of your damn business why I'm here. I'm 18. So back off." I said. Maybe a bit too much attitiude. But

hey, he left me.

"I know that it's none of my business anymore. Unfortunately." He said, with that crooked smile that I used to adore. Used to. Not anymore.

"So, smartass, why are you here?!" Jake asked him, really getting mad now.

"Jacob," I said quietly. I elbowed him in the gut. Sure, Edward was a jerk for leaving me and owed me an explanation, but that wasn't a reason to be so mean to him. Who am I kidding? HE LEFT ME. Alone. Crushed. You get the idea. Jacob should be mean to him. Really mean.

"No he's right. Why am I here?" Edward stared off into space and that combined with his words made him seem like a total mental patient: insane.

"Okay then. You ponder on that and I'm gonna blow this popsicle stand, kay?" My voice was layered with false sugary-sweetness.

No response. He just looked at me with a creepy blank expression. Like the expression of a sleeping person. Really creepy.

"Let's go. Now." I said. I yanked Jake's hand and dragged him away from there. What was that? Gosh, I'm such a bitch at times. But Edward deserved what I had just given him. I wasn't even that mean to him. He deserved more. He deserved pain. Agony. Gut-wrenching, girly shrieking PAIN.

Jacob and I walked quickly back to the car and climbed in.

"Well, that was weird." Jake said with a grin, as he buckled his seat belt.

I chuckled. "Yeah. You can say that again. Weird is a major understatement."

"Well, that was weird." Jacob said with a huge smile plastered on his face. He loved to mess with my head and took me very literally at times. But now, he was doing it just to mess with me....hopefully.

I reached over, smacked his head, and rolled my eyes with as much sarcasm as I could muster. Internally, I was nowhere near mentally stable. Edward was here. Edward was here!! But that didn't matter. I was almost 19 now. It had been a long time since he'd left me. Four days after my 18th birthday. Surprisingly, I still remembered. I doubted that I would ever forget. I was still completely traumatized from seeing Edward outside of the concert, but I had to hide the turmoil inside me. It was not fair to Jacob to see me like this. Again. He had been the one to help me get back to human again. I owed him so much. And right now, I owed him the favor of not showing him how I was really feeling.

"Idiot." I muttered.

"I know. But I'm good at it, right?" I swear there are times when I'm an idiot for not making him my boyfriend 's so cute!

"Yes. You are very good at it. You're going to win the Nobel Peace Prize of Stupidity. Congratulations. Don't forget to mention me in your acceptance speech, okay?" I looked at him and smiled.

"Anything for you, babe. So where are we going now?" Jake asked.

"I don't really know," I replied, quite honestly.

"You wanna go home?" The gentleman in him came out when he said that; you could tell by his voice that there was no way he actually want to go home.

"Absolutely not. Do you want to drive around Port Angeles?" I asked him.

"Not really," he laughed. "How about we drive to Seattle? That's the closet city to here. And neither of our parents really care how late we stay out tonight so we can actually have some fun. What do you say about that?"

"I say that I love you and that you are my freaking hero." I slid over and kissed him lightly.

"That works for me. Now slide over to your seat, little girl, and let me start the car and get driving, alright?" He faked a fatherly attitude.

"Why of course, Daddykins. Nothing would please me more," I played along. "But it would be really perverted if I had just made out with my dad, ya know?" That was meant as rhetorical question, of course, but as usual, Jake didn't get that.

"Well, then that would mean that I would have the hots for my daughter." He said with a devilish look on his face. I don't even want to know the images going on in that boy's head. Way too much information.

I put the radio on and we fought over what music should be on. Neither of us really won, we got to listen to my alternative/punk/rock/mellow/chill/oldies/country/modern taste in music on the way there and his pop music on the way back. If I hadn't known better, Jacob's choice in music would have convinced me that he was gay. I told him this and then he acted all offended. It was quite hilarious, actually.

"I do not listen to girly music!" He exclaimed.

"Yes, you do! What other 17 year old guys listen to Hannah Montana?!" I was laughing hysterically as I said this; I was surprised he could even understand me.

"Lots of guys do!" Jake said.

"Yeah, lots of gay guys." BURN!

"Well, why are you so racist against homosexuals?" he asked me.

"I am not!! Gay people rock, they define America. I am totally pro-gay." I shot back.

It went on like this for the next hour. From there, we just talked about different things going on in our lives. Like how he was a senior this year, what I was going to do for college, and so on. But we never went back to the subject of Edward.

The car ride was highly entertaining and I thought that the car ride was going to be the highlight of my evening, but boy, was I wrong.

We parked once we got to Seattle and just started walking around. We went to into a little coffee shop and got ourselves caffeinated. I mean, come on, how can you come to Seattle and not get coffee? It's America's coffee capital! By this time it was a little after one AM and I was a little sleepy. I rested my head on Jake's arm as we walked down the street holding hands.

"Do you want to go home yet?" He asked me.

"I love how you worry so much about me. And I really mean that - no sarcasm, Jake. But no, I don't really want to go home yet. Is that okay with you?" I picked up my head and looked at him.

He looked down at me. "I really do care about you. So much. And I'm ready to go home whenever you are, so take your time."

I sighed, really content for once. Life was good. But then Edward drove by in his silver Volvo screaming, "GET A ROOM!" with Akon's 'Lonely' blaring and life became hell once again.

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