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: It's been so long since I last updated, and I'm terribly sorry! It's all explained below … Well, here's chapter 8! (Another A/N at the bottom and don't forget to check out my profile for outfits!)

Chapter 8: Revenge.

Alice POV

I woke bright and early this morning, as I normally would do on a day that I had a party. But this wasn't any old party; I planned this one.

I recovered Edward's body with the blanket before I went into the bathroom and had a long and thorough shower. I scrubbed my body, shaved my legs and made by body and hair smell all fruity. Then I put on a mask and put curlers in my hair. I brushed my teeth as I walked outside, to see Jasper sitting on the edge of the couch.

"Good morning," he said.

I couldn't exactly respond at the moment, because a, he was looking at me with a towel around myself, curlers in my hair, facial mask on (which was green) and toothbrush in my mouth. B, he looked amazing.

His hair was all messy, which I loved. He was wearing a low v neck blue shirt, and you could see most of his chest. This was finished off with black jeans and white hi top shoes. I had never seen him like this before; he normally wore more practical things.

He laughed. "You're making a mess."

I immediately went red and looked at the floor. Thankfully, it was only toothpaste. I made to go and get a tissue, but he pulled me back.

"You better just wash out your mouth, I'll fix this."

I nodded, and barricaded myself back into the bathroom, and I stayed there until I was fixed up.

Feeling refreshed and my hair all bouncy, I walked out of the bathroom again to see Jasper in the position I found him in the first place, toothpaste off the floor.

"I thought I scared you off," he said, smiling.

"Oh, no," I said quickly. "T-the mask was finished, so I had to wash it off."

He walked up to me and pulled on one of my ringlets. It bounced, and he laughed. "What's the occasion?"

"I've planned a wedding, and it's on today."

He clapped his hands together. "That's it! I remember!"

"Shhhh!" I said, pulling his hands down by his wrists. "You'll wake everyone."

He laughed. "So, what are you wearing?" he said, lowering his voice.

"Want me to show you?"

He nodded, and I let go of his wrists, walked into my bedroom and got changed. I somehow rushed changing, normally I would go slowly, but I really wanted to see his reaction. When I walked out, he was in the same position as before – again.

"Wow," he said, looking at me up and down, and I blushed again.

I was wearing a dark beige dress with cream heels and a gold bracelet, earrings and ring. I felt a lot more confident now knowing that I was the one making him speechless.

"It would look better if I was wearing makeup …" I said slowly.

"Go put it on then!" he said, gesturing to the bedroom.

I smiled and went in, closing the door with a snap. I turned to see Edward sitting there, grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you smiling at?" I asked him, sitting on the bed and getting out my pre-planned makeup bag.

"Oh nothing … I just heard something."

"Like?" I asked, applying foundation.

"A little flirtation." And with that, he laughed.

"First of all," I said whipping around. "Flirting isn't that funny. Secondly," I blushed. "We weren't flirting."

"Oh yeah, sure," said Edward sarcastically, still laughing. "I believe you."

I stared at him through the mirror. "I hate you."

"Naw, you love me … and him!"

I was beginning to get annoyed. "How is this amusing? Am I laughing about you and her? No I'm not, so shut up."

He immediately stopped laughing. "Well, to be honest, you just went from Jacob to him. It is kind of funny … or isn't," he said quickly when I shot him a glare.

When I finished, I stood up and did a twirl. "Do I look okay?"

"You look lovely," he said, getting up and pulling on some jeans. "Knock them dead."

I laughed. "Sure will."

I opened the door, and saw Jasper where he was before (won't he ever move?) and Bella talking to him. She smiled at me when I emerged.

"Alice! You look so hot!"

I laughed and blushed when Jasper nodded his head. "Thanks."

I saw Bella crane her neck over to see inside the room I just came out of, and I just saw out of the corner of my eye Edward pulling a shirt on. She noticed me looking and I smiled at her and she smiled back. I felt Edward stride past me, and I watched his eyes look at Bella up and down, and she bit her lip. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I said, "Okay, see you guys later!"

And with a mass of goodbyes, I glided towards the door, awaiting loads of drama.

Emmett POV

I jabbed my spoon into my cereal, and swirled it around. Alice wasn't here, so that usually meant that we had to have a shitty breakfast. I noticed how my cereal was all soggy, and didn't seem appealing anymore. I was glad, as I got up, as it felt like my so-called best friend and girlfriend were trying to subtly play footsies under the table, but didn't succeed completely. I would feel an occasional kick in the shins by him or her, and when I looked up; I knew it wasn't aimed for me.

Bella looked up at me as I tucked in my chair. "Em, you didn't even eat that much."

"Yeah, well, it's a bit soggy," I said, a little too bitterly. I chucked it into the bin and put the plate nosily in the sink. I could feel their eyes on the back of my head as I walked across the living room. When I reached the front door, Edward called out, "Mate, where are you going?"

I turned. "I'm going for a walk."

"Oh, I'll come with you," he replied, standing up.

"No," I said, waving my hand around. "I want to be alone."

And with that, I walked out of the apartment. I dragged myself down the stairs, feeling bad about leaving on such a note, but I found myself soon not caring. How could they act like that when I'm around?

And I couldn't believe that I thought that they were only getting along so well! How could I have let it slide beneath me, when it was totally obvious? I think everyone knows about it, and I was the last one to realise, and I am his best friend and her boyfriend, so how could I be this stupid?

I know why, I thought as I opened the door harshly. A few people jumped back at the sudden disturbance as I felt the wind whip my face. I'm so naive. I trusted them way too much, even if something like this has happened before. I felt so angry with myself. Knowing that I didn't have the equipment needed, and I wasn't even wearing the correct attire, I wanted to go to the gym. I was going to go to the gym. I normally went there for either doing the obvious, or relieving stress. Since the one I normally went to was so far away, I instantly turned right and began to march to the first gym I would see.

I must've had some sort of vibe or it was how I was walking that caused all those looks at me. I must've seemed determined to do something …

WHAM.

I collided with a bunch of sharp objects and plastic bags and almost fell over. My crash buddy dropped all of their things near my feet. I groaned. The last thing I needed was to pick up some random's shit and have to pick it up.

"You don't have to be like that, Emmett," said the person teasingly in a very familiar voice.

Rosalie was grinning at me, her hair whipping around her face. I immediately felt both better and guilty. I immediately bent down to pick up her things.

"Oh, what a gentleman," she said sarcastically, and I scoffed. I heard a few whispers of complaints around me, so I grabbed her arm. "Let's move before these people trample us."

She smiled in approval, and we both walked at a normal pace to God knows where.

"What's all this?" I asked her, snatching some bags and peering inside. I looked up. "More clothes?"

She laughed. "Sort of. It's for a shoot I'm doing next month in London. It's for the test shoot were doing next week. See, I just did my nails." She held up her hand to show off her fresh French nails.

Not knowing anything about the topic, I said, "Aaah, so that's why you're not wearing those killer heels?"

She punched me softly on the arm. "I wanted to feel comfortable."

"Oh, so you're not comfortable, like, every other day of your life?"

She laughed. "Shut up! Hey, do you want to grab a coffee?"

We had ended up in front of Starbucks. I nodded and she led the way in.

"I'll have a Caramel Macchiato, and my friend will have a …"

"Macchiato thanks."

As she pulled out her wallet to pay … I was too fast. I threw a twenty down onto the counter before she even unclasped her purse. She looked up at me, eyeing me down. "I was going to pay."

I sighed. "I never let a lady pay for me."

"Maybe you should start doing that," she smirked.

We stood around waiting for the coffee, occasionally looking at each other and laughing, or hitting each other playfully. I felt totally comfortable being with Rose; before I was full of tension and stress, now I just feel free and happy.

When we got our coffees, we chose some pretty good seats next to the window. We sat there drinking for a while, looking occasionally at each other and laughing, or looking out of the window.

Rosalie put down her coffee. "So, why were you in such a bad mood earlier?"

I groaned quietly. This is what I was dreading. Even though I felt totally comfortable with Rosalie, this made me shift in my seat. "It-it's nothing."

She half coughed, half laughed. "Sure. I can tell you were upset about something. What was it?"

She was giving me that look. She had 'tell-me-now-or-else' written all over her face, and that's what I gave into. The look she gave me. I couldn't deceive or say no to that.

"It was Edward … and Bella."

She nodded, taking a sip. "I don't blame you."

"You know?" I asked her incredulously.

"Yeah … well, it is kind of obvious," she said, nodding again.

I felt half angry. Mainly because Rose was around, I couldn't feel fully angry. "So …" I tried to say as calmly as possible. "I was basically the last person to know that my girlfriend if fucking around with my best friend?"

She quickly took my hand, which was balled into a fist. "Look, don't worry. I'm sure you weren't the last to know, and I'm absolutely sure that Bella wouldn't do that to you."

"Well it wouldn't be the first time," I said angrily.

Rose looked at me both interested and pitiful. "What happened?"

"Can we not talk about this anymore?" I half spat at her, jerking my hand away from hers and drinking most of my coffee. It burnt my tongue, but I felt as though I deserved it.

Rosalie looked hurt. "Sorry, I didn't know it was so touchy."

She said the last bit bitterly, as she sipped her coffee. She made herself busy by rummaging in her bag and playing with her phone. I stared out of the window, feeling twice as bad. I watched her for a moment, collecting my words. As she reached out for her coffee, I took her hand this time, almost knocking over her drink, which I caught. She looked up at me, her face unreadable.

"Sorry," I said, looking straight into her eyes. "I shouldn't take my anger out on you."

To my surprise, she smiled. "It's okay. If I were you, I would be upset too. I understand."

I smiled back. I let go of her hand so we could both finish our coffees.

"Do you wanna get out of here?" said Rose, draining her coffee. "Like, to a movie or something?"

I grinned. "Yeah, sure."

We hurriedly got out of our seats, threw away our cups and walked out, chattering down the street about what movie we should watch.

Bella POV

I was so bored. I just sat there, flicking through channels. Jasper was off near the windowsill painting the scenery outside, Jacob was hiding somewhere, Keira was setting up her sewing equipment in her room, but Edward was sitting freely on the couch, writing a song.

"Bella?" Edward said, covering his eyes from the T.V. "The light is annoying me. Can you settle for one channel?"

"Oh, sorry …" I said dismissively, settling on the channel I came across. It was some random soap opera. I tried to consume what was going on. It seems that the mother slept with her daughter's boyfriend. It was so cliché, I thought. I watched them fight and cry for a while, and then I began to think … this is me. I was the boyfriend. Emmett was the girlfriend … and Edward was the mother. It seemed weird with the genders and all, but it made sense … I saw myself fighting with both Edward and Emmett, and proving to Emmett that I indeed loved him … but I knew deep down that I wanted Edward …

I burst into tears. I heard Edward stop playing over my sobs, and I felt him sit next to me. I felt his arm around my shoulders. I tried to jerk away, feeling guilty, but he put a firm hold on my shoulder.

"What is it Bella?" he whispered in my ear.

His voice sent chills down my spine. I just felt like leaning over and kissing him … and that made me cry harder. Edward got me a tissue and pulled my hands down. Reluctantly, I let him pull my hands down, and dry my face. I let in a few sniffles. He even asked if I wanted him to blow my nose, but I shook my head.

When he came back from throwing the tissues away, he took my hands into his and looked me straight in the eye. "What is it Bella?"

I felt like crying again, but I simply jerked my head towards the television. I saw him give me a look as he turned his head. It was a good 10 minutes as he watched it, in which time Keira came out to get something and Jasper went to pee, so I covered myself all the time, making it out that I was sleeping. When Edward was finished, he turned and looked at me, not as if I was crazy about worrying or anything, but normally, and I appreciated that.

"So …" he said slowly. "This lady slept with her daughter's boyfriend."

I nodded my head slowly, feeling myself go red hot in the face.

He nodded too, and slouched into the couch. I was astonished that he didn't seem fazed by this one bit, but then he said, "I don't know, Bella. I can tell its hurting Emmett, but I can't seem to help it, you know?"

I nodded in agreement, feeling slightly better. "I don't know what's going to happen," he continued. "I'm really worried about him, especially after he left after breakfast. I'm sure he's okay, though." He smiled, but I could tell that it was forced. I knew exactly how he felt – I felt like I was betraying Emmett, but at the same time I couldn't help myself … I wanted to somehow be with Edward.

He got up quickly, which shocked me. "Well, I should get back to my writing," he said a little too brightly. He grabbed his guitar and music paper, and went straight to his room. Now I felt totally empty. Did I just scare him away? No, I told myself. I didn't … because he said he couldn't help himself too. I think he's just overwhelmed. Yes. That's all it was. I promised myself to keep saying that whenever something like this happened.

I heard a commotion of noise coming from Keira's room. Hastily turning of the rubbish show, I went over to Keira's room. "What's up?" I asked, peering through the door.

"Oh nothing," Keira said distractedly, picking up material. "Just the usual with me. You?"

I walked into her room and slumped onto the bed. "I feel terrible. I feel like a … like a … traitor."

Keira gave me a look and put her hands on her hips. "Is this about Cullen?"

"Don't look at me like that! I'm older than you, you know," I said defensively.

"So what! He's making you feel down, and that's no good. We should've totally found a place before hand …"

"And it wouldn't have made a difference, you know that," I said finally, and she put down her hands. She came to sit next to me.

"Sorry, tell me why you feel so pathetic."

"Well you were right to think about Edward," I said, putting my head on her shoulder. "Every single day, I feel more and more terrible about this whole thing. I think he knows, too. Heh, well that's just silly, because I know very well that everyone knows or has some kind of hunch. I was just flicking through channels then he told me to stop then it landed on those stupid soap operas and it was about a mother sleeping with her daughter's boyfriend and it all just hit me then I cried then he consoled me, now he probably thinks I'm some crazy woman who cries at television shows because it mirrors real life in some way and … I just feel so lousy!"

I took my head off her shoulder to see her gapping at me. "Too much?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes … but I took it all in. I would say 'don't worry about it' but I think I've said it too much. But I do have another solution for you."

My eyes widened with excitement. Could she possibly have a way out of all this mess?

"You have to choose," she said simply. "Between Edward and Emmett. Ooooh, alliteration." She picked up a few more pieces of fabric and put them away as if nothing just happened.

"Choose?! Are you crazy? It's hard enough to contain all these emotions!"

Keira sat behind her sewing machine, placing the dress she pinned together yesterday in place. "I'll make it simpler for you – what do you feel for Emmett?"

"Well, I love him of course. He's my boyfriend -"

"Wait, you love him?"

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Of course I love him."

Keira looked down at her machine, shrugging. "Funny, I've never heard you say it."

"Well … I have said it with him alone …" I felt my voice fade away as I took in what she said … I never really have said it to him, I just assumed that he thought I did. Come to think of it, he has said it to me …

"I know he's said it to you," Keira said, as if reading my thoughts. "But never you."

"Okay, okay! I've never said it, but I do, truly." I think she could tell that I was trying to trick myself into believing it. "Don't say it if it's not true," she said casually.

"Fine, fine," I said, waving a hand. "Maybe I don't, but I do care for him."

Keira sat there for a while, immersed in placing the needle in the exact spot. "What about Edward then? How do you feel about him?" She began to sew, making a loud noise, and I know she did it on purpose so I could gather my thoughts.

What did I feel about Edward? There was some definite connection … and he was just absolutely good looking. He had this aura about him that made you want to stay with him and never leave. He's funny, has a great sense of humour, and knows when to do things, like when to be soft, and when to be tough. He was a bit of a smart ass too, which was adorable. And not to mention that spark of electricity I feel whenever I'm near him, or when we touch …

I confided this with Keira. She lined up her fabric, nodding approvingly. "I knew we were going to come to this conclusion.

"What conclusion?" I asked, trying to put off hearing the answer I knew was going to come, just to make it real.

"You should choose Edward. You seem more in sync with him than Emmett. You said a few petty words him and a long love letter type thing about Edward. It's quite obvious."

I groaned. "No!"

Keira looked at me, alarmed. "What? I would've thought that finalizing this would stop you from feeling bad and making the right choice!"

"Yes, yes, but this means I have to end it with Emmett, wouldn't I? And I care about him too much to see him hurt like that, plus he already knows so that would be even worse …"

"I'll tell you what's worse?" Keira said, sounding annoyed. "Knowing that the one you love is in love with someone else, and that someone else turns out to be your best friend. Which would you rather? Him live in absolute pain knowing this, and watching the way you look at Cullen, or end it so he can move on, and you can too?"

She went back to her sewing, and I thought. She was right, and I was stupid to believe otherwise. How would staying with Emmett make anything better? It didn't seem to make much sense … yet I knew what I had to do – I had to end it, once and for all. It would do many some good.

Keira stopped sewing so I told her. She squealed with joy and hugged me tightly. "Finally!" she said, exasperated. "Now, leave me sew. I have a good feeling about this …"

I closed the door on her, feeling a lot better. I saw Jasper still painting. I would go and sit with him, I thought. I haven't spent much time with him for a while. He noticed my good mood.

"What's made you all cheery all of a sudden?"

"I'm going to do it," I said, feeling very final about the matter now. "I'm going to end it with Emmett." Noticing his face, I went into detail about the situation. He told me that it was a good idea for everyone.

"I'm going to do it when he comes back," I said, watching Jasper stroke the canvas with his brush. "Just to -"

I stopped, as the door opened. This was it; I was going to do it. I half got up when I saw who was with him – Rosalie. And they looked happy. It seemed from their conversation that they had just seen a movie. I made a mental note in my head to thank Rose for taking it off his mind. I stared at them as they sat on the couch, discussing the movie. Jasper noticed.

"Well, aren't you going to do it?"

"I will," I said, still feeling happy. "Just not now. I mean, look how happy he seems. I don't want to remind him."

"Whatever," Jasper said, dabbing his brush into more paint. "Just as long as you don't put it off."

I sniggered at this judgement. I wouldn't put it off, I felt too good about it to do so.

Keira POV

I was annoyed. My good fabric that I was going to put around the middle of my dress was ripped – right in half. I was now rummaging through my fabric supply for another piece; I knew that I had at least a bigger piece of this material. When I was half way through it, I heard the phone ring. Since almost everyone was out there, I left it. After a few moments, it was still ringing. I was getting annoyed at this too, so I stumped out of my room. Bella was now sitting with Jasper, watching him paint. Emmett and Rosalie were laughing about something. Edward was in his room being emo or something. So I picked up the phone.

"Hello?" I said lazily.

"Hello? It's Alice."

"Oh, Alice! It's Keira."

"Keira! Why are you picking up the phone? I thought you would be busy sewing!"

"Yeah I was, then a piece of fabric ripped, then I was looking for more, then no one else was too bothered to do anything about the ringing phone, so I picked it up."

Alice laughed. "So what's been going on over there?"

"Eh, nothing much. Same old. What about you, aye! How's the wedding?"

"It's amazing! It's a total success; the bride and groom have thanked me a million times and so has the guests."

"That's great Alice!"

"Well, there was one fumble. I got the wrong cake order! It was disastrous; I was yelling and screaming at anyone who would listen …"

But now, I wasn't. My attention was now taken by none other than Jacob Black, who had just decided to show himself. He was wearing the weirdest thing to have been stuck in his room; polo shirt, chequered pants, and good shoes. He sulked around the living room for a moment, looking for something, then he found it; it looked like keys. He turned and then noticed me looking. To seem like I wasn't looking at him, I began to nod my head, as if agreeing with whatever Alice was on about at the moment. He seemed to believe it when he walked out the door.

"Keira? Have you been listening to me?"

I sighed. "Truthfully, no. I just saw Jacob."

She scoffed. "I thought you were over him."

"I am! It's just that … doesn't it annoy you that he keeps on slugging around, hiding his face and whenever I look at him it's like an invitation sign to my heart?"

"Well, it's more about you … but yeah, it is annoying."

"I just feel like ending it, you know."

Alice made a noise of agreement, and I heard her being thanked by someone. Then I got a brilliant idea.

"We should confront him," I said as soon as Alice announced her being free.

"Um, what?"

"It seems that when I told him yesterday that I wasn't going to take him back, he didn't get the idea. I think if we both talked to him, it might put some sense into his thick brain."

"But why me? What would I do to change his mind?"

"You've known him for like, well, forever Al! If you told him to back off, he might just do it. Maybe if we got like Edward or Emmett on him too, he might really stop."

"Keira, isn't this a lot?"

"You just said that you were annoyed at his sulking!"

"Yeah but, this just seems more for like, revenge or something."

I considered this. "Well, sort of, but it would also stop him from sulking."

I knew I did it; I convinced her. I knew she didn't like people sulking around especially people she truly cared about.

"Fine! But no Edward or Emmett, just us. I don't want him to feel threatened."

"Yes! Thank you Alice!"

"Ugh, I have to go. The cook has been asking me so many questions now he's badgering me again. Talk to you later, Keira!"

And as I hung up the phone, I felt positively pleased to search for that piece of fabric.

Finally finished! Well, I guess you're wondering where I've been for the past ... well … 2 months? I've had so much going on, including computer and internet stuff ups, assignments and my personal life. But it's all good now! I now have time to write and such, so you will be seeing a lot more of me now than the past months, and I do apologize for being really, really late.

Again, review on what you liked about it, your thoughts, and what you want to happen next!