HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! Although I suppose I'm a wee bit late. Well, I tried my best to complete every single busy thing I was suppose to do. I suppose if I put my mind to it it didn't take that long before I could upload. I was kind of worried!

WARNING - This chapter is a bit eventful and plus, it might seem a little tad OOC and it flips through several POVs in this chapter. Sorry about that but the chapter had to be done so that you guys know what's going on!

ps - to Just Call Me Mrs Cullen. - See! I did update during Valentines Day. Although I suppose what you wanted the chapter to be isn't quite...like it. lol.

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Haha - I listened to this song while I was writing the Cafe scene. Very appropriate :)

We Used to be Friends

Jacob's POV

I fidgeted on the couch that morning. It was making me nervous just thinking about what had been happening this few days. I couldn't think calmly.

Bella hadn't spoken to me much since Wednesday after I did that to Masen's car. She said she wasn't mad because it was partly her fault too but somehow, even when she was talking to me, I could tell that her mind was being distracted by him. I hardly touched it, unfortunately. Maybe I was a bit of a jerk to tell her that I would have done it anyways. My main reason was simply to just let her know that she shouldn't be treated that way.

I sighed when I remembered how she wanted to go off with him to walk in the rain. Embry said it was jealously but I prefer to look at it as disappointment. Quil pointed out that I was falling for her, hard. I thought both of those theories were complete rubbish.

Why is she still being nice to him? Has she forgiven him already? How could she be won over so easily by just a gift?

I scowled – Love cannot be bought. It's a pity Masen's brain works that way. He's a poor rich little kid that's got a bank account that's bursting but no one to return some love. The only woman that loves him back in his life is probably and most likely his own mother.

I groaned and trashed around on the sofa irritably.

Billy who was just about to go out frowned disapprovingly, "Can you cut that noise? It's very rude. Stop destroying the couch, Jacob."

I rolled my eyes.

Billy shook his head, "I won't be back till later tonight. You two better sort out your own food for the rest of the day. Lisa won't be coming over today because I gave her a day off."

I nodded, "Sure thing."

Then, I thought of something, "Hey, Dad!"

Billy stopped in time just before he closed the front door, "What?"

"Do you remember the time you told me about the betrothal between Bella and that Masen next door?"

"What about it?"

"Are you sure they don't know about it? Does Bella know she's going to get married? Does Masen know he is going to marry her?"

Billy's forehead creased once more, "No, I don't think so. From what I know, I should think no, they don't. I'm just waiting till the day Bella will move over to their house."

"What? Why?!"

"When that old, err – Aunt of that boy next door finally tells him on his birthday, she should be moving over to cohabitate with him. I told you she's really traditional," Billy look disgusted.

I sat there in shock. I never heard about this side of the agreement before. She was going to be leaving so soon?

"Anyway, I've got to run. Stay out of trouble," and Billy closed the door.

I sat there thinking. Bella won't marry someone she doesn't love. Right?

Ding, Ding, Ding

I stared at the doorway with a puzzled face. When the doorbell rang again I finally stood up to go over to see who it was.

"Did he forget something?" I grumbled.

I opened the door to find myself staring at a light brown haired girl standing at the doorway with a shy smile, "Hi Jacob. Is Bella around?"

Bella's POV

His cool hands trailed down my waist slowly and made the trail up and down about five times before it came up to my cheeks. His lips grazed slightly against my forehead and when he moved his hands back down to my waist, those soft parting lips softly conquered my neck.

At last, those lips came up to meet mine. They slowly parted my lips but his tongue had yet to explore mine. He was patient but I could tell the pressure of his on mine was getting stronger. It went on for quite some time and somehow, my breath was phenomenally able to stand on it's own without trying to catch a breath.

His breath tickled my lips at he whispered, "Still awkward?"

The bed that we were sitting on began to creak as he gently pushed me down, his lips still not leaving from mine. My heart began to thump louder as his hands moved down to my shirt to unbutton my top.

"Edward…" I sighed as his hand moved over my collar bone while gently pushing off the blouse…

Suddenly, I could hear some small muffled voice calling out to me in distance. My view was suddenly becoming misty and I couldn't see anything. I didn't feel his touch anymore either. The voice became louder and louder. Strangely, it sounded very familiar.

Now where have I heard it before…?

My eyes slowly opened and began to focus. There was someone standing over me. I sprang up from my bed in shock.

"Don't do that again, Angela."

She grinned, "Sorry, but it's the only way I can wake you up. Jacob didn't want to let me in earlier but I insisted."

"What are you doing here so early? It's a Saturday…" I rubbed my eyes.

"You told me to come around this time yesterday, remember?"

Then, she folded her arms, "And well, for a second I thought you weren't alone in the room."

I yawned, "Why?"

"Because you kept saying Edward's name, for God sake Bella. For a second I thought that he was really in here with you," Angela made funny noises under her breath.

I blushed when I realized what she must have meant. The dream that she had snapped me out of was probably why I was mumbling his name. I had no idea why I even had that dream about him. I suppose it was from last night when he trailed his tongue over his lips – it woke up my desires and unspeakable fantasies. My head was clouded with the dream I just had.

Angela waved her hand in front of my face, "Hello? Are you listening?"

"Yeah, yeah, continue."

Angela sat down on my bed next to me, "So, you never really finished telling me what happened last night. You said something about something was delicious…or whatever. Then the line went dead so I assumed you dozed off as usual."

I blinked, "Did I?" So, where was I? Before I err, stopped…"

"You went out with Edward, right? That's what you said. Then?"

"Then nothing. He didn't do anything spectacular…" I mumbled.

"Ah, I see. Well, did he tell you how he felt? Where do you guys stand now?"

"No, he never tells me anything that far. I mean he did say that he liked me but it could mean that he liked me as a friend. He never really developed that point…"

Angela frowned, "And you never asked him again?"

"He's always so unreadable when it comes to this. I don't want to push him that far either. I don't want to rush into anything that could probably be nothing."

Angela smirked, "Oh yes, I suppose it's normal to hold a friend's hand in the cinema? You know what I mean when I say that so don't try to weasel your way out by throwing at me some unnecessary lecture about how people can't be just friends etc. etc."

I laughed, "You sure know me very well."

"So, tell me about your dream. Why was Edward's name being repeated over so passionately?" Angela's grin was becoming wider.

The tomato face was back. "Shut up. I was probably telling him to step off or something."

Angela shook her head, "Yeah, probably step off to a more compromising position or something."

"Angela!" I yelled.

She laughed back at me, "Kidding. But you'd never know. You should let him know how you feel though. You can't live with just having him in your dreams with you when you know the real thing is just a few feet away."

I wondered, "Did you…ever get that far with Ben?"

"No. Well, it's not that I'm complaining. I'm desperate for that sort of attention from him. I just, well…He's Ben. I like him that way, you know?"

Then she smiled again, "Besides, I don't think I'm ready for that yet. Neither is he. We've never really talked about it with each other before."

I nodded, "I get you, no worries."

Then, she slapped her knees, "The most important question of the day. Do you love him? Before you can even start thinking of going that far with him, you gotta know if you do feel that way about him first, right?"

I closed my eyes. Sure, it was so easy to fall in love with Edward. His looks, his smile, his charms and the way that he makes you feel. Not to mention how he convinces you that he knows you better than you do about yourself. Finally, I slowly nodded.

"Well, he said that he trusts me. And that we should never keep any secrets from each other, like best friends, you know?"

"But he probably doesn't feel the same way," but quickly added as Angela began to open her mouth to protest, "Or at least, not that deep as I feel about him. We're not even together…"

Angela gave me a small smile, "It's too bad we can't mind read. I'm sure you'd really know what he is thinking. But actions speak louder than words right?"

If that's true, I'd love to know what his actions meant last night, I thought. I felt my face beginning to heat up again. Oops.

"Let's get some breakfast. I'll be able to focus better when I have something to eat," I decided.

"Sure. I know this really good café for a reasonable price not far from here," Angela nodded.

Edward's POV

The sun was shinning softly through my window. Somehow I could tell it was still early so I didn't budge. But I knew if I didn't, the house would be filled with some unpleasant screams. I stretched slowly on the bed and sighed.

Last night was still fresh in my mind. Those eyes. They were driving me crazy. She was so complex and mysterious. She was the only girl that I could never predict what she as going to do next. I wanted so badly to reach out and run my hands through her soft hair. When she was doubtful about my sincerity to her, I wanted to bring her into my arms and never let go.

But I couldn't. For several reasons which also included that I could have just scared her off.

BANG, BANG, BANG

"EDWARD!"

I gasped and I fell off the bed and straight onto the hard wooden floor. It was just right when I landed on my back and it gave a loud thump.

"Ah, crap. Shit, that hurt…" I cursed.

"EDWARD! OPEN THIS DOOR!" Caroline's voice thundered.

"Ouch…" I mumbled, rubbing my back as I got up and walked towards the door.

I slowly opened it to see my fuming Aunt. "Make haste next time, won't you?"

"Sorry," I sighed.

"People are calling for you. They are waiting outside the door," she informed before dragging herself away back to the living room downstairs.

I grumbled. Sometimes Caroline was so unreasonable when she boss our three servants around, Jon, Hortense and Louise. But she would never allow them do anything for me, which included answering the door if it was for me.

I ruffled my hair a little and slowly followed after her downstairs. I rubbed my back again as I went over to the front door.

"Who could be coming over so early?" I wondered and I placed one hand on my hips and with the other free hand, I slowly opened the front door.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Emmett boomed giving me his usual slap on my back, completely ignoring the fact that I was already injured there.

Jasper grinned, "We're here to hand over the ring that you will use to propose to Bella instead of that unknown fiancé girl!"

SLAM

I closed my eyes in annoyance. Just before I could turn around to go back upstairs, I heard their voices whimpering with their crocodile tears, "Okay, we lied. Please let us in…"

I opened the door again frowning.

Emmett's face suddenly lit up, "The truth is that we've come to ask for the dirty details. No, no! Don't slam the door again. Just hear me out!"

Jasper quickly added, "And can we come in? We look like unwanted guest since we are just stranded out here. And your Aunt has already slammed the door at us before you came. You doing it a second time could look pretty suspicious."

I shook my head before opening the door wider for them to come in, "You reckon?"

As we went up to the room, Emmett continued, "So, besides you telling us what happened, we'd like to know what's going on? Are you really into Bella now? What about you getting hitch with someone else? When are you going to meet her anyway? Are you planning to tell Bella that those rumors she probably heard are true? I don't think she doesn't know about that rumor that Black spread few years ago."

"One question at a time, please."

When we reached the bedroom, Jasper opened the cupboard and tossed me one of my jeans and a fresh new shirt. "Let's go. We're meeting Rose and Alice at Café Avare for breakfast."

"I don't recall getting invited."

"Well, now you are. They will be there in fifteen minutes and you know what Rose's always has to say when we are late," Emmett shuddered.

I cringed, "Give me a minute."

Bella's POV

I sighed, "Thank God he made plans with Embry and Quil. He would have never allowed us to walk there if he came."

"It's good to see you guys still talk. I mean, with what happened and everything on Wednesday. It's amazing how you aren't still mad at him. I'd be pretty unhappy if anyone ever did anything to make Ben upset, especially if it involves his car or anything like that."

"I'm not really the type who bears bitter grudges, I guess…"

Angela laughed as we crossed the street, "I don't mind a ride though."

"Call Ben," I teased.

Angela made a face, "Too late, we're on the way. It's just around the corner."

I gritted my teeth, "But they are famous for their breakfast, bruschettas and French pastries. A little too high class and over-priced…"

She shrugged, "I've never tried it. Almost everyone has gone to the café and said it was good. Let's give it a shot to. You'll never know…"

Then, we finally walked down the pavement through the morning crowd and I caught the sight of a classy little café with the cursive letters printed on their shiny windows 'Café Avare'.

I stopped just outside the café to take a peek at the promotional fliers they had stuck nearby. My eyes whisked through them and I quietly mumbled, "Wow…"

Angela asked nervously, "Wow as in the food or the prices?"

I shifted a glance at Angela before shrugging indifferently, "The food."

We walked in and a sunny looking waiter came over to us, "Good morning, my name is Jason. Table for two?"

"Yes, please," I nodded.

I whispered to Angela, "I only have a few bucks on me now. When I can get a part time job soon, I'll pay you back."

Angela shook her head, "Its fine. It's on me, don't worry."

I frowned, "No! Okay, fine. But I'm paying back the minute I get my first salary."

Once Jason showed us our tables and handed us the menus, I began to unconsciously scan the menu up and down for the prices. I bit my lip as I began to calculate how many salaries I would have to give up to probably pay up this meal.

Jason then came back and nodded, "Ready to order?"

"I'll have the big breakfast special. No sauce please and reduce the cheese," Angela said.

I quickly said, "I'll take the croissant and a cup of coffee."

"Come on Bella. You gotta eat more than that!" Angela exclaimed.

I shook my head, "Not today. I just need something light. I'm not exactly a morning person."

Suddenly, a lady in a suit who was probably the manager came over to Jason, "The VIP customers are here. Your turn to serve them today."

Jason nodded and then turned to us, "Thanks. Your meal will be here shortly."

He walked away quickly and Angela shook her head, "He didn't even take the menus with him. I wonder who those VIP people are."

She looked over to the entrance easily since she was directly sitting in the angle facing the doors while I was facing my side towards that area. Suddenly, I noticed Angela's eyes suddenly widened.

I looked at her, "Are you okay?"

"Look around the room. Do you notice something?"

As I began to move my eyes through the room, I didn't notice anything at first until two waitresses at the corner began to giggle. Then a few more other waitresses began to straighten their outfits. Even the waiters began to run their hands through their hair making themselves a little more presentable.

I felt a hand suddenly gripping the sleeve of my t-shirt and Angela suddenly whispered excitedly, "Oh my gosh! Look!"

I glanced up towards the entrance with a puzzled face. What's going on? I wondered.

There was a group of four people that walked in. Suddenly, my eyes widened too when I recognized Rosalie who was at the front. She flipped her long golden hair behind her and nodded towards Jason who was quickly leading them through. Alice was right behind her and she was bouncing along happily while she took deep sniffs of the aroma of food in the air. Jasper and Emmett were next and Jasper's face looked irritated as he tried to fight Emmett who was still giving him light punches to the shoulder.

But that was nothing compared to how tight my throat went when the last person walked through. His strange bronze hair gleamed under the lighting of the café. The way he had one hand inside his jeans pocket and his head slightly looking down, it almost looked like an unintentional strut. I shook my head with a small smile when I noticed the amount of waitresses who suddenly appeared nearby and began to follow him to where they were sitting which was a small private booth in the back of the café, not too far from where we were sitting. To my horror, I realized he was being lead through a pathway that was just one table away from ours.

"Amazing looking as usual…" I muttered under my breath and quickly hid my face behind the menu.

"Maybe he's stalking you. What are the chances of ending up in the same café in the entire town! You can't tell me that doesn't say something. Go say hi!" Angela gasped.

"You said this place was popular, right? And uh, I think it would look more like I was stalking him though…"

"But we were here first, Bella. So we'll rule that out," Angela said a little too loudly.

I glared at Angela from behind the menu, "Could you try to be a little more inconspicuous?"

Then, she did the unthinkable. She took me by surprise and she began to wrestle the menu out of my hand which she did successfully. My heart began to speed up as from the corner of my eye, I saw that lanky figure that was just a few meters away from our table suddenly stopped walking and turned to look at us.

Great, I thought. Now I'm never going to complain about coming here ever again. Looks like I will be unable to pay back Angela for quite awhile.

Within seconds, that figure was right next to me with a velvet voice that had a surprised tone to it floated into my ear, "This is interesting."

Angela stood up and before she walked briskly to the toilet, she said, "Bladder emergency. Be right back!"

I took a deep breath and looked up into those mesmerizing green eyes that fluttered for a moment to the menu that Angela had taken from my hand so forcefully and then back at me. His face was clearly amused and his eyes were twinkling wickedly.

"It's okay. I would have seen you, even if you were hiding from me. You want to play hide and seek, Bella? You hide and I'll seek."

I knew I was blushing. "Very funny. Good morning to you too, Edward."

"I thought we should never keep secrets from each other, Bella. You are definitely hiding something from me."

He grinned mischievously, "You're keeping yourself from me."

I laughed nervously, "Well, what do you know?"

He leaned forward and placed both his hands on the table for support and he tilted his head to look at me in amusement once more, "Good morning. Care for you and Ms. Webber to join me for breakfast? There is plenty of room in our little booth."

And out of no where, Angela was right on cue with her apparent 'return' from the toilet, "We'd love to!"

She looked at me shortly, "Right, Bella?"

Although my tongue felt dead, I still replied, "Yeah, totally."

As we made our way over, I could see Alice's usual beaming face and to my surprise, Rosalie was reasonably happy to see me too. I could get used to this crowd. I stole a quick glance to the Greek God that was strolling right beside me.

But the minute he caught me looking and smiled cheekily at me, I regretted it. It would be a miracle if my face wouldn't stay permanently red for the rest of my life after this.

Edward's POV

As I opened the main door, I heard Caroline calling me again, "Edward, come here."

Strangely, her voice sounded rather calm which was never usually the case. I slowly removed my shoes and walked into the living room. She was sitting there on her armchair with an unfathomable expression on her face.

Sitting on one of the couches was Elizabeth as well and there was a disturbed look on her face that was worrying me.

"Yes, how may I be of assistance?" I offered.

"Sit down, Edward."

I sighed as I threw myself on the nearby sofa. I braced myself for one of those long winded lectures all over again. I leaned back against the softness and sunk myself comfortably. Hopefully I wouldn't get too comfortable and fall asleep or that would be another long secession of respect lecture once more.

"You've been rather different lately," Caroline said.

I shrugged, "Really? In what sense?"

"Mature, Edward. That's what happens when you grow up," Caroline shook her head.

"Ah, okay."

"I am very proud of you. Your behavior now is very pleasing."

Maybe because I've decided not to tell you how wrong you are every time. If I do get grounded, I won't be able to see Bella for quite awhile. That would kill me, I thought.

"Which is why I have decided to finally tell you everything that you need to know. About the betrothal that your father did for you."

I sat up, "Okay. That's good. Finally."

"Excuse me?"

"I mean, thank you. I really appreciate it that you have finally considered telling me everything."

Caroline took a puff from her cigarette. With all that ash that she seemed to be failing to notice that was falling on her lap, I was starting to get worried that she might actually catch fire. That used to be my wish since I was thirteen when she moved in.

"You're going to finally meet her, Edward. The girl you are going to marry."

"Alright. When?"

"Soon. Most probably on your birthday."

I sighed, "Could you pick a better day?"

"No."

"But, my friends are planning to get permission to use the Grand Hall in the school for a party for me. They are inviting practically everyone. You can't expect me to be having my mind focused on her during that time. Can't it be the next day?"

"No. All the better to meet her even more. You can introduce her to everyone there. All your friends and let them know your fiancé."

I gasped, "What? I thought we were just supposed to meet. Mum said that we could meet and then get to know each other slowly. If it didn't work out, we could always break off the engagement."

Caroline frowned, "Who said that?"

Elizabeth finally spoke up, "I did tell him this once, Caroline. I didn't want him to feel all chained up. I do believe that these kind of promises are a little more flexible now in this century."

"You wouldn't marry someone you don't love," I gritted my teeth.

Caroline blew out a cloud of smoke, "Betrothals only mean one thing, Edward. That is a promise of marriage between two individuals."

"Engagements CAN be broken off!"

"Not this type, Edward."

Even Elizabeth looked a little unsatisfied, "Caroline, I think this is unnecessary. Everyone deserves a chance to choose. Even his father never said that he had to. We said we would try, but never bind him to a contract."

Caroline looked bored, "Enough. I shall conduct this my own way and since you've suddenly turned insolent again, Edward, I've decided that you can meet her tomorrow."

I breathe slowly trying to control my emotions, "Do I get any say in this?"

Caroline ignored me and turned to Elizabeth, "Arrange for her to come first thing in the morning. I expect punctuality, Elizabeth."

Elizabeth nodded, defeated, "Yes, Caroline."

I got up from the sofa and began to storm up to my room. I wrenched the door open roughly and slammed it shut. I couldn't be bothered anymore with my etiquettes to her. No matter what I tried, whether to be reasonable or rebellious, she still will get her way.

I sat down on my bed and placed my hands on my cheeks in frustration. This wasn't going anyway that I was planning. I was trying so hard to handle this. Since I found out I was going to get married at eighteen, I prayed so badly that it wouldn't happen this way and I was given no choice. But in the end, it all still comes down to this.

I reached into my pocket and tossed my car keys and placed my phone gently to my desk. Then, I suddenly stopped and turned to look at my phone. And previous events began to float through my mind…

"I trust you."

"We should never keep secrets from each other, Bella."

"You better not get your hopes up. Don't forget you're already someone's fiancé

"Are you planning to tell Bella that those rumors she probably heard are true? I don't think she doesn't know about that rumor that Black spread few years ago."

"You aren't going to lead Bella on are you? You know even if you guys end up together you will have to leave her someday when the day comes for you to seal the deal."

I picked up my phone and stared at it for awhile. The silence around me as my mind began to race quickly was deafening.

"She deserves to know…" I said to myself softly.

Hmm...I suppose it had to happen. Not as beautiful and fairytale way of knowing but this is the modern age. Things tend to be unpleasant and this is a rather realistic way without making it too dramatic. Agree no?

I'm expecting some constructive flames this time. For some...funny reason lol. I'm weird.

Hope you all had a wonderul Valentine's Day! For me, it's Single Awareness day! Girls wear bows to show that they are single and boys wear ties! Haha, just kidding :)

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Playlist - We Used to Be Friends by The Dandy Warhols