HEY! Sorry again for not updating, but the Flu is what it is. Here is the next chappie of Till' Death do they part, and it is being updated since ONE person reviewed and told me that they wanted this one. If you don't like that, then sorry, cuz' its your own fault for not REVIEWING or PMING me.

Chapter Four: Alerting the Media

JPOV

Mike had come over as soon as I called him. He had looked really happy when he walked in. Honestly, I felt kinda bad for bursting his bubble, but it had to be done to get him back on board. Right now he was continuously cursing God for creating an Edward. It was really pissing me off.

"Mike! Chill for a second! I need to think of how we can get them out of doing this!" I hollered in his ear.

He jumped ten feet off the bed and fell onto the floor, but stayed quiet like I asked.

"Finally," I muttered. "Thanks."

"Anytime." He spat back.

Great. The love-sick puppy was getting bitter. If I didn't have him to hold up Bella's end, once I broke them everything would fall apart! Edward is clearly a sucker for a sob story, just look at what happened when him and the rest of the Cullen's came back from L.A. One look into her eyes and he was wrapped around her little finger. If he saw her cry, all would be lost. They would get back together and Mike and I would be left in the dust.

Maybe I could spread that she was a witch? My prep-class teacher told us how people had pinned Annie Bolleryn(Anne Boleyn in "Jessica-speak") as one when her husband executed her to be with another woman. That Indian guy called my Edward a vampire, so maybe she could be mythical, too? What with her mystical, 'come hither' eye-fucks.

As I was lost in yet another fantasy of King Edward and me, I vaguely heard someone calling my name. The voice was a little deep, but velvetly. It sounded just like. . . Edward! Was it my beloved Edward, coming to save us all from the horrible dragon Mike and the witch Isabella?!

"JESS! WAKE UP WHY DON'T YA!"

I opened my eyes to find myself once again on the ground. Someone was hovering over me, but it tragically was not my Edward. It was Mike.

He hovered with a concerned look on his face, but once he saw my open eyes, he jumped up and onto my bed with a digusted look etched on his features.

Did I just call his voice velvet?

Someone slapped the top of my head, softly, but still hard enough to get my attention.

"What!" I spat.

"I said," Mike began. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine." I mumbled.

"Well, do you have any ideas?" He pressed.

"For what?"

"The plan to break them up, duh. I swear, Jess. . . Its like you went and visited another world or something." His fingers came up to pat his carefully gelled spikes.

Another world indeed. . . He had no idea.

"Ummmmm," I thought on my feet. "Yeah! Oh yeah! We need to. . . tooooooo. . .Have a meeting!" I finished proudly.

"A meeting," he asked me in a flat voice. "For what?"

"To tell everyone, of course!"

I hopped off my bed and grabbed the fuzzy, hot pink address book Lauren had given me for my sweet sixteen. Everyone who was everyone was listed in there. Names, adresses, phone numbers, e-mail if they had a library card to access a computer with, everything. Then, in the way back were the people who didn't really matter in order of if I liked them or not. Yorkie, Webber, Cheney. . . Swan was at the back in dead last. Her page had been there since two weeks after I met her.

Mike suggested we meet at the picnic tables behind our alma mater, and after agreeing on tomorrow, I thumbed through everyone who would matter, calling and telling them the date and place. The only one who couldn't come was Angela, for she was going shopping in Seattle tomorrow.

Picking up a wedding gift.

I made sure to tell her that I wanted a toaster-oven, and once questioning was over, hung up and adressed my cohort.

"We meet at 3:00."

MPOV

The love of my twenties was getting married, and curse it all if there was nothing I could do about it.

Jessica was insane, calling everyone for a meeting to tell them that he was marrying her. This was Forks, we didn't need a meeting for everyone in town to know by tomorrow. But we absolutely had to do something.

I drove my beat-up old car back home, wishing that I was the owner of that stupid shiny Volvo. Thanks for moving me to a small town, Mom and Dad. I just love being poor and losing my girl to someone with a steady family income.

My parents were out at who cares where, and had apparently taken Grandma with them. If I had a girlfriend, this would be a perfect oppurtunity, but alas.

This Prince did not.

The note on the fridge told me to go to Thriftway and pick up some groceries. 'Use your paycheck to help your family.'

My mom was on some kind of self-help kick. Helping others helps you and all that crap. I was verbally cursing Bob Proctor now.

The only thing remotely related to a grocery store here was sitting in front of me. Thriftway was small, probably an old gas station, and had definitly seen better days. I could remember from my years in Cali grocery stores bigger than my old high school. The only car in the parking lot was a black Mercedes.

A ding alerted the one cashier to my arrival. She looked up, fiddling with the ring in her tongue, and nodded her head in sort of a 'sup' gesture. I nodded back, picked up a basket, and looked down to mom's list.

Chips

Oranges

Tampons

Advil

Chex Mix

Hershey Bars

People! Magazine(August Issue)

Milk

Fairly easy, but I did not, repeat NOT, want to buy my mother's tampons.

My side vibrated. I pulled my go-phone out of my pocket. The screen read one new text.

I like Tampax Extra Long

Gross.

~~&~~

I found everything mom needed. The only thing left on the list was the tampons. I sucked in a deep breath.

Here we go.

I did not know for sure, but my guess was that the tampons would be on the hygiene aisle with the toothpastes and shampoos. It wasn't all that was there.

I rounded the corner to voices, whose I had no idea, they were muffled until I came close enough.

"But why does it matter?" A male's voice asked.

"Be-cause," A female's protested. "It matters which one you think tastes better, you're the one kissing me."

I decided to ignore the lovely couple, not caring to watch their foreplay. But there were so many. Tampax, Always, Tampax Pearl, Kotex, Soft, Large, Pads, Tampons, Night Pads, small, thin, ultra-ubsorbent. How did girls ever choose?! This was worse than buying condoms!

I finally found what my mother was looking for, heaven forbid I think about why she needed such big ones, and grabbed it quickly, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. That is until a giggle stopped me. A giggle that I was so ultimately familiar with. One I only ever heard in the presence of certain other people. Her giggle.

I spun around quickly, accidentally dropping my crap all over the aisle. The milk jug busted open, squirting me directly over my goods. Oranges rolled to touch the tips of their shoes, the magazine was probably plastered together, and the medicine rattled in its bottle. But that wasn't why I was so freaked.

Bella and Edward stood in front of me.

Them. Together. Casually touching as if they were already married. He stood behind her, arms wrapped around her waist and chin resting on the top of her head. Her hands gripped his forearms, and I could clearly see the gaudy ring he had bought her. Gold, with a thin band and row after row of diamonds. I could have done so much better. I know what she likes.

"Mike?" She asked.

"H-hey, Bella." I stuttered, wrapping my hand around the back of my neck nervously. "I haven't seen you since the party."

"Yeah," she laughed. "I've been a little busy." She looked up at Edward, smiling so sexily I was afraid I was gonna cream my pants right here. He looked down at her adoringly. It made my stomach churn.

I realized that it was now or never. I probably wouldn't get another chance as good as this. So she breaks up with him in Thriftway, at least we'll be together!

"Bella. How are you?" I stepped forward and pulled her to me, trying to hug her.

She didn't get a chance to hug me back though. The beast pulled her back into his arms. Her face showed relief, but it was so obviously fake. She always was the best liar.

"Let it go, Newton." Edward snarled.

Bella spun around in his arms and touched his chest lightly. Was she going to scream at him for removing her from my embrace!? Defend my honor, even if that was mortally embarrassing!

But she just looked at him, standing there with her hand laying on his chest. The fiery anger in his freakish yellow eyes seemed to evaporate, replaced by God knows what. Something soft, love, did he love her? Really love her like I did?

It seemed to good to be true.

He let go of her softly and grabbed my abandoned basket. Walking around quickly, he cleaned up the mess I had made and handed it all back.

They both just radiated happiness with their tender smiles and not-so-secret looks. All the sweetness was making me sick to my stomach.

Bella smiled tightly at me and walked with her basket to the next aisle over. Edward watched her go and turned to me.

"Is there something you need to say, Newton? We have to meet with Alice in twenty minutes to go over wedding details.

Is there something I need to say!? DUH! Of course! I cannot just let you take my girl out from under my nose and off the market like that! Its borderline sexual harassment.

"Hell yeah there's something I need to say!" I squared my shoulders and turned to face him, but a small gust of wind knocked me in the fast. When I opened my eyes again, Edward was gone.

Jessica was absolutely, positively, one-hundred percent right.

We must stop this.

A.N. Sorry to cut it off there, but I have to pee. Next chapter should be up Sunday or Monday. Let's pray I don't get grounded.

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