I'll be Your Lover Too.

Edward and his mates celebrate the return of Emmett, who has just returned from L.A. for university. He brings along his new girlfriend and her closest friends. Emmett's new girlfriend, the cocky but shy Bella Swan, turns out to be the girl of Edward's dreams … but his best friend's girl. Does she feel the same way? And how will Emmett take this?

RATED M FOR THE OBVIOUS REASONS. AU/AT/AH. And I don't own Twilight or anything related to it. It's just one of those things that we can play around with.

I got the idea for this fic from the song "Crush" by David Archuleta.

A/N: Hey there! Thanks for all of your reviews for the last chapter! Most importantly, you may have realised that I changed the name of this fic. Why? Because I want to be original. After finishing the fourth chp, I found around 3 fics with the same name as mine. So I decided to name it "I'll be Your Lover Too" instead. This time the name has significance, which you will find out in this chapter! So here it is, Chapter 5! (Author's note at the bottom as usual.)

Chapter 5: Decisions

Bella POV

"How do I look?" asked Emmett, spinning on the spot. He wore grey pants and blazer, with a dark purple shirt and black thin tie.

"You look great, honey!" I squealed, jumping up and down and giving him a squeeze. "They can't turn you down looking like that."

"Aw, if only you could come and I would get the job for sure," he teased, pulling me closer.

I giggled. "Stop lying!"

"I'm not," he whispered, leaning in for a kiss.

He kissed me gently on the lips, pecking every few seconds. I put my arms around his neck, enjoying the moment. He hugged me tighter as my hands found his neck, and I began to pull a few strands of his hair.

He stopped abruptly. "Hey!"

"What?" I asked bewildered.

"You pulled on my hair!"

I smirked. "Yeah, out of affection."

He rubbed the back of his head. "Didn't feel that way."

I opened my mouth, ready to protest, but decided not to.

"Look at you!" said an all too familiar voice. I turned around slowly to see Edward, shirtless as usual, standing on the top of the stairs smiling at Emmett. He looked at me and smiled wider, which I returned with my feeble one.

"What's the occasion?" he asked, walking towards Emmett.

"Job interview."

Edward stopped in his tracks. "You? A job interview?" Then he burst out laughing.

Emmett eyed him down, and when Edward didn't stop, he muttered, "I'm out." He picked up his briefcase and walked out the door, closing it loudly.

Edward was still laughing when Emmett left and only stopped when he realised that we were now alone. We started at each other for a while, me particularly on his physique, and bit my lip on sheer impulse. I was brought back to reality when he cleared his throat, running a hand through his perfect golden locks.

"Uh," I began. He looked up, those green eyes mesmerising me. I cleared my throat. "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No, I haven't," he replied, trying to sound conversational.

"Oh, um, there are some eggs on the stove."

He nodded, and walked over to the kitchen. I exhaled sharply, glad that the awkward moment was over.

I slumped onto the couch, turning on the television and flicking through the channels. I felt a pair of eyes on me and noticed Edward staring at me over the kitchen bench. I blushed furiously, smiling widely.

"What?" I asked my voice breaking.

"Nothing, nothing," he replied, looking back down on his plate and smirking.

Before I could ask him anything else, Alice walked out of the bathroom. She wore a white lace top, with dark blue jeans and black pointy heels. "Morning!" she said to us brightly.

Edward waved at her, and I turned my body around to look at her. "Morning, Alice."

She smiled at me and walked over to the kitchen. She stopped and gasped when she saw the eggs on the stove.

"What's wrong, Al?" Edward asked.

"Did you cook breakfast?"

"No, Bella did."

My heart skipped a beat when he spoke my name, but that feeling was gone when Alice rounded on me. "Bellaaaaaa!"

"What!"

"I said, I cook! You're the guest!"

"But I didn't," I said quickly. "It was Emmett. He said he wanted to take his mind off his upcoming job interview."

Edward sniggered, and Alice walked up to him to slap him on the back.

"What?!" Edward yelled into his food.

"It's not funny, just because he has a job interview and you're still slouching around here."

"You know that my area of expertise includes slouching. It sets the mood."

Alice scoffed and went to go fix her breakfast. I wondered what Edward's job was. What job included being lazy? I couldn't think of anything.

A giggle broke out from the stairs, where Jasper and Rosalie were emerging.

"Is the bathroom free?" Rose asked.

"Yup," Alice agreed. Rose walked inside, whereas Jasper came to sit next to me.

"How's my best friend?" he asked, putting an arm around my shoulders.

I scoffed. "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

He turned away, suddenly focusing on the television. I poked him in the ribs. "Tell me!"

"It's nothing, really. It's just … I don't know what it is."

"Do you think Rose feels like that, too?"

"I don't know."

Alice came to sit with us then, a plate of eggs in her hand. "Jasper, there's some eggs left for you."

"Thanks," he replied, giving her a smile. I noticed he blush as she began to eat her food, but that soon faded away.

Jacob and Keira just walked in from the front door, laughing. "Where have you two been?" I asked.

"Jacob went for a run," Keira replied, slouching next to me. "And I went to buy some girly things. I walked out, and someone runs into me, everything in my bag flying out. And guess who it was?"

Jacob chuckled, rubbing Keira on the head. "It wasn't funny at first, but now it is. Hey, Al."

I looked over at Alice, who didn't seem pleased at all. She gave him a half-hearted smile, and went back to eating.

Jacob tried to ignore what had just happened. "Want me to get you something to eat?" he asked Keira.

"Oh, yes please," she replied, grinning at him.

"Bella?"

"No, I already ate."

Jacob walked over to the kitchen, joining the guys. I could feel tension between Keira and Alice. Alice would occasionally look up at Keira, who was playing with her phone or watching T.V., glaring her down. I couldn't help but feel like this happened before, just in reverse. Alice finally got up to wash the dishes, and I could finally breathe. Keira went over to the kitchen to eat, and I felt too lonely, so I followed her.

I leaned against the kitchen table top, watching everyone fuss over their food. I watched as Edward got a glass of water, drink it, and washed it. I bit my lip and ran my nails against the table watching him. It was too addictive.

"Bella!"

I jumped and swerved around. Keira was handing me a newspaper. "You can find an apartment."

I nodded, taking it. I placed it on the kitchen table top, skimming through it. Alice came to stand by me. "You're looking for an apartment?"

"Yeah. I mean, we can't stay here forever. We wouldn't be a burden on you all."

"We being …"

"Me, Keira, Rose, Jasper and maybe Emmett."

"Oh, well you're welcome to stay as long as you want."

I smiled at her, browsing through the newspaper. Edward went to go stand next to Alice. "Are we doing anything today?"

"Not that I know of, why?"

"I want to work on my, well, work."

Alice pushed it aside with her hand. He scoffed and walked over to his room, leaving the door ajar. I felt tempted to ask her what it was that he did, but I decided not to. I didn't want her to think something that wasn't happening, or was it?

Keira POV

After breakfast, I went into my room to search my emails. None. I slammed the laptop shut, annoyed. How long did they expect me to wait?

Jacob walked into the room. "What's up?" he asked me when he noticed my face.

"Oh, I'm just waiting on a email that's important."

"How important?" he asked as he pulled his jumper off.

"Uhhh … future important?"

He put on a black v-neck jumper and began to take off his trackies. "Oh come on just tell me."

"It's for uni," I replied, looking anywhere but at him.

"What are you studying?"

I was tempted to look back at him so I did, but he was already dressed in dark grey jeans and black shoes. He climbed onto the bed next to me. "Fashion."

"Oh, that's cool. Don't worry, they'll let you in."

I scoffed. "Don't say that, you haven't seen what I've made yet."

"Show me then," he replied, moving closer.

I giggled at his attention. "What if I don't want to show you?" I teased.

"Show me!" he begged.

I sighed. "Fine."

He laughed in triumph as I got off the bed and rummaged through my luggage for my art book. It was all the way at the bottom.

As I got onto the bed, Jacob asked, "You put your clothes in a book?"

"No silly. I sent all those in for them to look at. These are my drawings."

I turned to the back which was my most recent and the ones I sent it. I moved it over onto his lap and looked at them over his shoulder.

"Wow Keira, these are good. Honestly, I think you'd get in."

I laughed. "I hope so. It's so expensive and far away …"

"Far away? How far?"

"New York. It's the Fashion Institute of Technology."

"Oh wow. That is far."

"Well what about you Jacob Black? What does your future hold?"

"I want to do something with sports. So maybe a personal trainer. And one day I could open my own gym. It sounds cheesy next to your dream but …"

"No, it's cool," I replied, rubbing his arm.

He looked over at me and smiled, and I couldn't help but return it. And before I knew it, he was leaning in closer. Part of me wanted to lean forward too, but the other half didn't want to. So I pretended to be confused.

"Jacob, what are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" he asked, leaning in closer.

"No Jacob," I said with all the restraint I had. "I can't. We can't."

He moved backwards, leaning against the headboard. "Why not?" he asked after a few moments.

"What about Alice?" I asked quietly. "Aren't you with her or something?"

"I-I don't really know. When it started it was sheer impulse, but I don't know about now."

"Well just because you don't know about your relationship with her it doesn't mean we can start making out or some shit."

"We did last night."

"We were playing truth or dare. I got dared to do it!"

"Would you do it anyway?"

I groaned. "I just told you Jacob, you're with Alice!"

"But what if I wasn't?"

Before I could answer with a protest, we heard a movement near the door.

"Who was that?" I asked him.

"I don't know."

I looked over at him. I could tell on his face that he wanted to know my answer; I couldn't bring myself to answer it. What if it had been Alice near the door, and if she heard, would she get mad at me? So instead I slid off the bed, threw my art book in my luggage and walked out of the bedroom.

Edward POV

I strummed my guitar again, fixing the strings. Across my bed lay a dozen music sheets and a notebook full of blank ones. Rubber shavings occupied the floor. Welcome to my life.

I began to play aimlessly and hummed a tune that didn't really match. As much as I loved what I did, it was time consuming, and my head hurt. I began to play the song that has been in my head for the past few days, humming the words. I heard someone near my door. Thinking it was Alice, I said, "What do you want?"

Out of all people, Bella walked in, hands in her sleeves, hair in her eyes. She looked so beautiful, even if she was wearing a baggy jumper.

"Sorry," I said quickly. "I thought you were Alice coming to bug me again and all this mess …" I tried to fix it.

"No it's fine," she said, sweeping her hair out of her eyes. "I heard music and went to go see where it was coming from." She sat on the edge of my bed.

"Yeah … this is my work."

"So you're an artist?" She sounded intrigued, and I liked it.

"Sort of … I major in business, but I wanted to do music. That's what Alice is annoyed at, she thinks I should go find a job somewhere, but I don't feel like it. But I never knew writing music was so hard!" I chuckled.

"It doesn't sound like that," she said, fiddling with her fingers. "It sounded like you had something going on."

"Oh, that's nothing. It's just a song by my favourite artist, and it's been in my head for the past couple of days."

"Play it, I want to hear it."

I felt like arguing or compromising with her, but her soft chocolate eyes caused me not to. Instead, I placed my hands on my guitar, and began to strum the song;

I'll be your man
And I'll understand
And I'll do my best
To take good care of you

You'll be my queen
I'll be your king
And I'll be your lover too
Yeah yeah

Yes I will

Derry down green
Color of my dream
A dream that's daily coming true.
And ohhh when the day is through
I will come to you and tell you of
Your many charms

And girl you look at me
With eyes that see
And we'll melt into each other's eyes

You'll be my queen
And I'll be your king
And I'll be your lover too

I looked up, hoping that she could understand what the song meant, but at the same time I wish she didn't.

She stared at my guitar for a few moments. "That's beautiful," she said in a mere whisper.

I just nodded, running my fingers over my guitar.

"Don't listen to what Alice says," she said suddenly. "I'd think you'd make a great artist."

I looked up at her and smiled. She blushed that beautiful colour and smiled back at me, and I couldn't help but smile wider.

"So what's your area of expertise?" I asked, wanting to know more (and possibly everything) about her.

"Writing, actually. Like an author. I've written a few things, but nothing special."

She looked up at me, and I showed in my eyes that I hungered for more. She obliged. "I wanted to get into this school, and I tried so hard to get it. It was one of the best schools you could get into if you wanted to write. I wrote about a million pieces but I finally settled on one. But they turned me down, and I didn't know why, so I wrote something else, but they turned me down again. I was so confused, because everyone else said my work was great. I was so frustrated also; I ended up writing about a troubled teen trying to fulfil her dreams. I got in."

"That's an amazing story," I commented.

She giggled. "Yeah. I have a final exam coming up, but it's not your typical exam. You go off and find an experience or something influential and write about it. I'm not so sure what to write yet; I'm getting shit scared that I might not find anything."

"I'm sure you will, just like me finding something to sing about. It may not have come yet, but it will."

"Maybe we could do some joint thing," she mused. "You know, I write something and you write a song about it."

I grinned, nodding. "Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. When you get a story, let me know. In the meantime, I think I'll just bum around."

She laughed the most beautiful laugh I've ever heard, and I felt like taking her then and there. But when she stopped laughing and started to look worried, I did too.

"What's up? Don't you think I can write a good song about your story?" I joked.

"No, it's not that," she said, whispering again. "It's about what happened … last night."

"What, about you crying?"

"No, about when you comforted me. Just before Emmett came."

I remembered, leaning into her as if it was meant to be, and then Emmett interrupting. Sometimes I just want to hit him.

"Don't worry about it," I said, trying to sound casual. "It was nothing."

"It wasn't nothing!" she protested, her tone matching her face.

"Fine, it was one of those 'in the moment' things."

"Don't you feel worried about this at all? I mean he is your best friend."

"Worried about what? Nothing is happening."

She looked at me as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Um," she said, getting up. "I should probably … get on the internet, you know searching for an apartment and all."

"Right. You could also find an inspiration for your story." I gave her my best smile, and she sighed, but her face showed that she wished that she didn't.

"Yeah, I'll do that too." And she was out the door.

Rosalie POV

I walked into Jasper's room, closing the door behind me. He was sitting on the bed, reading a book. I climbed onto the bed next to him, and put an arm around his shoulders. "What you reading, Jazzy?"

"The criteria to get into an art school. It all seems to hard," he said, slamming the book down onto the bedside table. I rubbed his shoulders.

"Oh, Jasper you're so tense! How about a nice massage?"

"Thanks, Rose, you're the best," he replied, closing his eyes. I worked my magic on his shoulders, moving slowly down his back and up again.

"That feels really nice," he said, as I moved my hand up his back again. "You're really good at this."

"I know, I want to be a masseuse," I replied.

"You have no idea how good this feels!" he said.

I stopped and whispered in his ear, "I know what else to do to make you feel better."

He opened his eyes and looked at me. "Oh yeah? And what's that?"

"This," I whispered, leaning into him and giving him a kiss. I gave him a few small pecks before he turned himself around and stood up, with me kneeling on the bed. I put my arms around his shoulders and his around my waist. I became more eager as he became more comfortable, and I slipped in my tongue. He didn't do anything, but I knew that could be saved for later. I could feel him clutching the back of my shirt in his hands. I held onto his wrists and pulled them up to the top of my shirt, where my buttons were. I placed his hands there, as I began to undo it.

Jasper stopped kissing me and put his hands down. "What are you doing Rose?"

"More like what are you doing?!" I said, trying to pull him back.

"No Rose," he said firmly when he moved his arms away from me. I sat on my heels.

"Why not? I was just trying to make you feel better."

"You sure? Or were you trying to make yourself feel better?"

Now I was confused. "What?"

"Trying to make up for your mistakes from last night? Well it's not going to work."

"What are you talking about?"

"Last night! During the game!"

"Jasper, they gave me a truth question. I was answering truthfully."

"Which is why we shouldn't do this."

I felt like someone just slapped me in the face. "Why not?"

"You and I Rose … were different. I can't do this anymore."

Then he left the room.

I didn't get it. I thought something was going on between us. I thought it was going good. I thought we had something. I guess I was wrong. I did up my top button and lay on the bed, hoping this would all go away.

Alice POV

I was flicking through a magazine when Emmett walked through the door. Bella shot up from her seat and ran towards him.

"How was it?" she asked eagerly. And forcefully? Couldn't be. Man, I hated it when I looked into things too much.

"There were so many other people there," Emmett said, walking slowly towards his chair. Bella sat on his lap. "They all looked more professional than me. But they said that they will call me up if I made the cut, and a test will be done to see if we had what it takes to be a good enough lawyer for them."

"No worries for you then, Em," Edward said from the kitchen.

Emmett smiled up at him, and cuddled Bella close to him.

I couldn't help but feel so much tension in the room. Bella looked like she rather be in the kitchen than on her boyfriend's lap, and I couldn't help but feel bad for her. She was torn between her boyfriend and his best friend. I sighed, looking around the room.

Jasper was sitting on a kitchen stool, reading his booklet again. Rosalie was flicking through channels, but not quite watching. Something seemed to have happened between them, and I couldn't help but feel glad that they weren't their high school lovebird selves. Jasper didn't deserve her, nope.

And lastly, my eyes fell on Jacob and Keira, who were looking over at an art book. It had pictures of clothing all over it. I guessed it was Keira's. She wasn't that bad of a drawer. But I couldn't help but notice no tension around them. Just happiness. And that irked me more than the tension.

I got up and stood next to Jacob. "Can we talk?" I asked, not bothering to excuse myself from interrupting.

"Sure Alice," he replied, handing the book back to Keira and following me to the bedroom.

"What's up Alice?"

"No Jacob. You tell me."

He cocked his eyebrow. "I'm lost already."

"What's this with you and Keira suddenly all over each other? I know it might sound needy or whatever, but it's true. Only yesterday we were having fun and that truth or dare game … THE TRUTH OR DARE GAME."

"Alice, what do you mean?"

"So when Emmett dared Keira to kiss you, you suddenly have feelings for her?"

"What are you talking about Alice?"

"It all fits now!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air. "That's what Keira was talking about before!"

"Wait … that was you at the door?"

"I saw you come in here and I wanted to speak with you, instead I heard that. It makes perfect sense now Jacob. But the question is, why?"

"So what if I do, Alice?" he said, not seeming confused anymore. "It's not like anything was happening between us."

"It didn't fucking seem like it!"

"Okay Alice, please don't swear, it means you're angry."

"Oh yeah Jacob Black, I'm angry. Because you just hurt my feelings. And I thought you were my friend. And for a moment, I thought you were more than that!"

I stormed out of the room, feeling more hurt than I have ever before.

So I finally got this chapter up! YAAAAAY! I was busy with all my school work and exams; I never got time to write. Now it's eased up and I finally finished!

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