"Oh my God." I whispered, my hands flying to his face to make sure he was real.

BPOV-

"James? Is that you?"

James' big blue eyes stared down at me, concern colored his face.

"Yeah sweetie it's me."

I threw my arms around him and sobbed.

"What are you doing here? Why aren't you in Phoenix?"

He laughed, "There was some kinda bomb threat, and they gave us a week off school for it, so I figured, why not come out and visit my girl."

He smiled sweetly, I missed him so much.

"You look like shit." He accused.

"Well, being molested by a tan ape can do that to you."

He growled, "I don't think he'll be touching anyone anymore."

"I hope he doesn't sue you." I said, worried.

James shook his head, "Bells, I'm only here for a week, he won't know who to sue."

I laughed. "Hey James?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"Can I get off the ground now?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, do you wanna go back to your party?"

I shook my head, "I'd really rather go home. But I'll have to text my friend to let her know where I am."

He nodded and helped me up. He slipped off his worn jean jacket and slipped it over my shoulders. He lead me to the parking lot and up to his car.

"I can't believe you drove the General all the way up here!" I exclaimed.

"You think I'd leave him behind?" He questioned, patting his 1970 Plymouth Barracuda

I shrugged. We got in his car, and I gave him directions.

"Bella?" He asked, after a few moments of silence.

"Hmm?"

"When did you get all hot?"

I slapped his arm, "Are you saying I was a dog before?"

"Naw, but if I was straight…I'd totally hit that shit."

I laughed, "Sure, sure."

"James?"

"Yes?"

"You smell weird?"

"I do?"

"Yeah, you smell like…hippies."

He laughed loudly, "My boyfriend Mike wears Patchouli, I was with him before I left, so I reek of it."

"I can't believe you have a new boyfriend! Why didn't you tell me?"

He shook his head, "I tried, but little miss move away changed her number." He admonished.

I slapped my forehead, "Shit. I forgot, Alice got me a new phone."

I shrugged, "It's all gravy, who's Alice?"

"Oh you'll love her. She loves shopping more than you do."

He giggled, "Doubt it."

"No really, she's part of the reason for new Bella."

He nodded, "The other being Emmett?"

I frowned, "I don't wanna talk about him right now."

"That's fine dear, we have all week."

I smiled weakly and rested my head against the cool glass window. I needed to see Edward. I desperately wished that it was Edward who came to my rescue. Where did he go? Was he ever coming back? What did I do to him?

EPOV-

I arrived at First Beach about two hours late. There was music blaring and bodies swaying everywhere I went. Every brunette I saw, I thought was Bella. None were.

I saw Alice and Jasper situated on a log, chatting intensely. I waved, but they looked at me confused. Ah, right, my new threads. Forgot. Whoops.

I saw Rosalie, her hips swayed in time with music. But Emmett was no where near her. I went and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Rose?"

She turned slowly, her eyes went from annoyed to shocked in zero seconds flat.

"Edward? Is that you?"

"Yeah it is."

"Whoa, you look…" She broke off.

"What?"

"You're a fox."

I laughed, "Yeah, sure. Have you seen Emmett?"

"Not since he went all caveman on Jake, for hanging out with her. He stormed off."

"And why aren't you with him?" I asked.

"Because he's my boyfriend, yet he acts like Bella is his property."

I shrugged, "They have a past Rose, no matter what happens, they will always have a past."

She nodded and went back to her dancing. Silly girl.

I wandered down towards the water. I sighed happily, there he was.

"Emmett!" I called. He was sitting with his feet in the frigid water, shoes on and everything. Clearly wasted.

"Ass-wart!" He slurred.

"Did you just call me an ass wart?" I asked dumfounded.

"No silly, that's your name."

"Where's Bella?"

"You look like a tool."

I scowled, "Where's Bella."

He frowned, "Bella kissed Jacob Blech, then she took him to the woods. I think they're doing the hanky panky."

He made a lewd gesture with his fingers.

"You're drunk, and disgusting. Find Rose and go home!" I ordered.

"Yes, Daddy. But you must promise to spank me when you get home."

I kicked sand at him and walked towards the forest. There were two sets of footprints. One, behemoth sized, the other petite and lady like. That must be them.

I followed them until I heard groaning.

'Please don't let them be screwing. Please don't let them be screwing.' I chanted in my head.

I followed the groaning until I tripped over a squishy log.

"What the balls!" I yelled, sounding more and more like Emmett.

"Dude, get off me!" The log yelled.

I scrambled to my feet and stared at the squishy form in front of me. It was Jacob. His eyes were black, and his mouth was bleeding.

"What the hell happened to you."

"I was getting lucky, and some ass wad beat the shit out of me."

"Where's Bella?"

"How the hell should I know, I don't even remember seeing her here."

"Then who were you getting lucky with?"

He shrugged and then winced, "I dunno, some drunk chick. I'm wasted and sore, can you please, fuck off?"

I turned on my heel and went back to the party, searching for Alice. I found her in the same place I had seen her earlier.

"Alice, where is Bella?"

Alice frowned, "She went home."

"Why?"

"She told me she'd tell me about it later."

Alice froze as she took in my appearance.

"Whoa, Edward."

"What is it now Alice?" I growled.

"You look awesome."

I smiled, "Thanks, I'm gonna stop by her house and make sure she made it home alright."

"Okay, you really do look great Edward."

"Thanks Alice. See you later Jazz."

We said our goodbyes and I turned around and I hopped on my bike and headed to Bella's house.

I pulled into her drive-way. The chief was not there, Bella was, and so was someone else. It was a bright orange muscle car. Very masculine.

I don't know why I did it, but instead of walking up to the door, I went to peer into the window. Bella was asleep on the couch, her head was in the lap of a blonde guy. Who looked like he could be a movie star.

My heart fell into my stomach. Of course she wasn't available. Why had I even thought that she wanted me? She never came out and said anything.

I backed away from the window slowly, and went to get on my bike.

No, it wasn't going to end this way. If she wanted to play fine. I can be nonchalant, I can be cool. She won't be able to resist. I know it, because she hated it when guys blatantly hit on her. I had overheard her and Alice talking about Mike. I wouldn't give up just because she was with another guy.

For all she knew, I still had a girlfriend. Maybe she thought that I'm off limits.

I kick-started my bike and sped away, tomorrow would be interesting. It would be a sort of a…test, for me.

When I got home Emmett was passed out on the floor, instead of in his apartment, Alice and Jasper were making sandwiches and talking.

"I'm home," I announced.

Emmett didn't stir, but Alice looked up at me expectantly.

"Where's Bella?"

I shrugged, "At her house, asleep on top of some guy."

Her little mouth dropped open, "Oh Edward, I'm so sorry!"

I shook my head at her and sat down on a chair beside the island in the kitchen.

"Don't feel sorry for me. She still thinks I have a girlfriend. I haven't given up hope yet."

I stopped for a minute, analyzing their faces, "Wait, Alice how do you know how I feel?"

She smiled knowingly, "I just kinda, knew. It's not that hard. I mean, sure, she was with Emmett, but the way she looks at you…I just knew."

"What do you mean the way she looks at me?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"I can't really explain it Edward. Let's just say that Tanya never looked at you that way…"she broke off, "Did you say that Bella still thinks you have you a girlfriend?"

I nodded.

"You don't?"

I shook my head.

I watched as realization washed across her face, "You know."

"Yep, I was going over to her house to tell her I thought we should break up, because I wasn't in love with her…and I caught her."

Jasper laughed, "I told you she was getting it from somewhere Edward. A girl like that doesn't just stop asking for sex."

I chuckled, "You were right."

Alice frowned, "What are you going to do about Bella? I mean, obviously this new look of yours was inspired by our dear Bella's own transformation, so what's going on? Was this all for not?"

I shook my head laughing, "No, I'm going to keep this new look, and she's just going to have to realize that she's meant for me."

"What if it doesn't work?"

I shrugged, "It will."

"But if it doesn't?"

I held up my hand, "Stop, I trust her with my heart. She won't let me down."

"Can I…talk to her? Maybe, edge her in your direction?" She asked, hopefully.

"Nope, it's gotta be of her own volition. If she wants me, I'm hers."

Alice looked as if she wanted to say more, but Jasper stopped her with a kiss. I smiled thankfully at him, and he motioned for me to get lost, obviously wanting to deepen the kiss.

I went upstairs and into Emmett's old room. He kept random things in there, like old posters and clothes he didn't want anymore. I searched and found the posters that I wanted. The Clash, The Smiths, The Dead Kennedy's and the Adicts. I remembered the exact moment when he bought these. Jasper decided this was the kind of music he was into, so of course Emmett became interested. He soon abandoned these posters in favor of scantily clad women. I honestly couldn't blame him for it, even if these posters were metaphorical gold.

I grabbed the posters and some thumb tacks and went to work on my room.

I couldn't just be new Edward in looks, but my room had to reflect my transformation. I would have Alice go shopping for me so I wouldn't have to wear the same clothes over and over again. She'd be happy with that. I sent her a text, not wanting to walk in on anything. She quickly texted back saying that she'd get right on it.

I laughed wondering how she managed to multi-task so well. After hanging the posters up I went to my desk and found some sharpies. I was a decent artist, but being friends with Jasper helped my skills a lot. He was a fantastic painter.

I was going to draw on my walls. I figured it would give it a personal touch. Because if I was being honest, my room didn't look lived in.

I began sketching eyes, they started out plain and normal, not anybody in particular. But when I stepped back it was obvious to me whose eyes they were.

Bella. Bella. Bella.

Everything about her surrounded me, she wasn't with me, and yet…her influence was everywhere. I had even changed my shampoo. Just so that I could smell her.

'I'm such a freak'

I wrote the lyrics to several songs I had in my head on the wall in deep black. I looked around to survey my work and felt appeased. I lay on my bed and waited for sleep to find me. I wanted so desperately for the weekend to pass, so that Bella could see me. I wouldn't pester her over the weekend.

I had never felt so alive, I had never felt so…at home in my own skin. I had known nothing of this world I had so absolutely thrown myself into, and yet…not once did I feel out of place. But then again, I had only converted less than twenty-four hours ago.

I closed my eyes…and soon I was asleep.

BPOV-

I awoke the next morning, startled that I was in my own bed. I rubbed my eyes sleepily as the previous evening's events came pouring back to me. I was suddenly alert, searching my room for James. Sure enough he was there, sitting in my rocking chair, staring at me.

"You know, you're kinda heavy." He said, a smile in his voice.

"Yeah well, you're kind of a douche." I said

"Is that how you treat the man who saved your virtue?"

I giggled, "Oh I'm sorry. Thank you."

He walked over to my bed and put his arms around me. "I wish you were a man sometimes." He said, sighing.

I laughed a little too loudly, because Charlie snorted. I waited and since he didn't come running into my room, I figured I was cool to continue speaking.

"Why is that?"

He smiled, "Because then I could love you properly. But you've got all those girl bits." He screwed his face up in distaste.

I grabbed my boobs in shock, "What? You don't like Boris and Natasha?"

He laughed, "You named your tee-taws?"

I nodded.

"In all seriousness Bella, how're you doing?"

I sighed heavily, "I feel grateful. And I think that I may really like someone. Maybe…love him."

He frowned, "Emmett?"

I shook my head, "He doesn't feel the same. I'm trying to move on. His brother actually."

He tsk-tsk'd me, "Honey you are treading dangerous waters."

"Why?"

"Emmett's brother? Didn't you think of the jealousy factor?" He asked incredulously.

"What jealousy factor James? Emmett is not in love with me. He told me he never was, and he didn't need to say that he never will. He has super-tramp Rosalie to take care of his primal and emotional needs. I was nothing but a training kit with a brain." I scoffed.

He put his hands on my cheeks, "Bella-rino, that big monkey-man loved you, maybe he still does. He's just to thickheaded to realize it. I bet that if you made a play for the brother, he'd be on you like white on rice."

"But what if I want the brother?"

"Then have the brother. But you can at least make Emmett squirm, can't you?"

"I guess."

"Good, then it's settled."

I shook my head, "Nothing is settled, I'll do what I want…when I know what I want."

He laughed, "I think you mean when you know who you want."

I shrugged, "You say tomato…"

I spent the weekend with James and Alice. I had filled Alice in on what happened. She was furious with me for not staying and telling her. She told me that both Edward and Emmett were there all night and would've helped me. I was quick to tell her that neither one was there when I truly needed it. Something was off with her. There was something that she wasn't telling me. I was right about her and James getting along, once she got passed the fact that he was gay. (James didn't look like he'd be into guys, he wasn't a stereotype).

I sat her down Sunday night when James had made a Chinese food run.

"Okay runtlette, spill."

She feigned confusion, "I don't know what you want me to spill Miss Swan. I assure you I know nothing."

"Alice, something is wrong. I can tell." She shook her head, so I decided to play her own card against her.

I pouted, "Don't you love me Alice?"

She looked shocked, "Of course I do! I wouldn't be helping you with your Emmett situation if I didn't."

"Then why are you hiding something from me? I thought we were the very best of friends."

She sighed, "We are Bella. It's just not my place to tell."

I gave in, "Alright…but if it gets super important, tell me."

She nodded. And James waltzed into the room with hot and fresh food. We chowed down and soon Alice was saying that she had to go. She told me not to bother picking her up, that Jasper was providing her with transportation. Odd. She hated riding his bike. I shook it off as love-bird stuff.

James helped me pick my outfit out for the morning. We decided on a forties inspired black dress with pinstripes and red lapels. It was truly gorgeous. We paired it with clear tights with a black seam up the back, and red sling-back pumps. He said I'd be 'dressed to kill. We set my hair in pin curls, so that I'd have a cute short wave, to go with my retro look. James really was the best guy friend a girl could ask for.

I woke up the next morning early. I didn't have to be at school until seven, but I was up at five. I had to get make hair and make-up just right. James was spending the night (Charlie completely was left in the dark), so he said he'd help me. He had said that if I was going for a retro look I wasn't going to half-ass it. I would have to do it all the way. And who was I to argue? He knew his shit.

I was ready to go by six forty-five. I hopped in my baby and tried driving slowly. I wanted to calm my nerves. I would show Edward that it was me he wanted, not that air-head whore, Tanya.

I arrived at school at six fifty-three, fuck driving slowly. I searched the parking lot for Edward's Volvo…nada. Jasper's bike was there, and usually Jasper and Alice would wait for me…but they too were no where in sight. I sighed angrily, and leaned against my car.

There were plenty of stairs, a bunch of winks, several from the male staff. But no Edward. What the flying mother of fuck? Where was he?

I was about to head in when I heard the roaring of an engine. I tried really hard to not get turned on…but it was hard. I love anything with an engine. I turned around and watched sex on legs slowly dismount his Ducati. His hair looked oddly familiar. It was cream worthy. His black Ray Bans glinted in the dim sunlight that broke through the clouds. He seemed to be searching the parking lot for something…or someone. His gaze stopped when he spotted me. I was so glad that I was leaning against Roxy, because my knees went weak.

He smiled, and I wondered what I had did right to make him look at me that way. That smile…that crooked, familiar smile…should've been illegal. I tried to smile at him, but it probably looked like a grimace.

"Bella!" The sexface called. His sinful velvet voice saturated my soul.

He lifted his sunglasses off, and piercing emerald eyes slapped me in the brain.

Edward. Edward. Edward.

"You look…beautiful. The forties works well on you." He complimented.

I giggled, "Edward…what happened to you?"

He frowned, "What? Do I look like a tool?"

I smiled at the use of the word 'tool'. Apparently this new Edward was created for me. It seemed that the old Edward was still there. I was swimming in delight. My traitorous brain screaming Hannah Montana lyrics, simply because it had nothing better to do.

'You get the best of both worlds!' BrainBella screamed.

I couldn't help agreeing. I did, I got my hardcore, sexpot along with my sincere, honest, trustworthy dude. At least, that's what seemed to be going on. I'd have to delve into him more, to truly find out.

I shook my head, "No…not at all. You look…um…delicious." I mentally slapped myself for saying that. Apparently my filter had dissipated.

His smile turned sinful again, "As do you, love, as do you."

"Wanna walk me to class?" I asked, hoping that I didn't sound too eager.

"There is nothing, and I mean nothing I'd rather do."

He grabbed my Volcom bag and slung it over his shoulder, his other hand rested on the small of my back. I had to think of the grossest things possible to keep myself from jumping him.

Bea Arthur, dead babies, dog poop, Renee and Phil screwing…

It was going to be a long day.