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I hopped off Edward's back and stumbled into Jacob's waiting arms. Jacob buried his face into my hair for a moment. He looked up when Edward cleared his throat loudly.

Jacob let go of me, but grasped my hand firmly. "What? You can leave now. Turn into a bat and fly away," he smirked.

"How very funny. I was actually hoping to speak to Bella for a moment before 'flying away,'" Edward retorted.

The tension between them was so tangible that I was sure that I could cut it with a knife. But since there wasn't a knife near me, I would have to do.

"Uh, guys? Boys?" I smiled at that one. They were actually acting like little boys fighting over the last toy in the bucket. Except in this situation, they were actually fighting over me, not a toy, and they looked like they would kill to get what they wanted. "Can we please just work this out without ripping each others' throats out? Please?"

They both looked down at me, surprised. I felt my face warm up.

"What? You guys look like you really will do that if I don't stop you. Also, you two might not notice, but it's getting chilly out here. Can we just hurry and get the human back home?" I asked, rubbing my hands against my arms.

Jacob had his arms around me in an instant, and I was suddenly warmer. I relaxed, and leaned back onto his chest. "Thank you," I whispered.

He smiled. "Sure thing." Then he looked up at Edward. "You already had a large block of time to talk to her. You should have said everything that needed to be said before coming back here. I'm not letting you run off with Bella again."

Edward stiffened. "Maybe you forgot, but you don't own Bella, mongrel. You're not her father, either. Bella has every right to talk to me if she wants to. Besides, I wasn't going to take her away again. I just want to step aside with her and remind her of a few key points of our conversation."

Jacob glared murderously at Edward before looking down at me. He sighed. "What do you want to do, Bella?"

I hesitated. "I want to go talk to Edward."

He sighed again. "I thought so. Well, I'll just go and wait in the car." He squeezed me, and headed towards his Volkswagen.

I looked at Edward when Jacob got in and started the car. "What did you want to remind me?"

Edward stepped closer, and whispered right at my ear. There was no chance of Jacob hearing what Edward told me in this position. "Bella, remember that I'm here, and I will always be. Jacob is here right now, but there is a very good chance he won't be in a few years. Please make the right decision. I can tell you that you will regret your decision if you let me go," he whispered in his velvet voice. He was using his persuasive voice. I wanted to make him stop being so persuasive because it wasn't fair, but I couldn't. I just nodded. "Just call my name from your window if you need me. I'll be around."

I nodded again, and he released me reluctantly. He flashed me the crooked grin he knew I loved. Cheater, I thought, but I couldn't look away. I jumped when Jacob honked his horn impatiently. I turned and ran to the Volkswagen before Edward could find another way to lure me with his charming ways.

"What did he want to remind you of?" Jacob inquired the moment I got in the car.

I didn't reply right away because I was too busy staring at Edward in the distance. I stared until Jacob made the turn. "Nothing special," I answered a beat late.

Jacob stared, incredulous, until I yelled at him to keep his eyes on the road. I trusted Edward to do that without running into a tree, but Jacob didn't have vampire instincts. It made me anxious to see him drive with his eyes off the road, as much as I enjoyed having his eyes on me. Hmm, that was one thing Edward did better than Jacob.

I shook my head, trying to shake my previous thoughts away as well. Jacob saw the gesture and decided to stop questioning me.

We went the rest of the way in silence. When we finally got home, I invited Jacob in since it was still early. We found Charlie watching a baseball game. He greeted Jacob warmly, and told us that he had ordered pizza. We found two and a half large ones on the counter.

Jacob and I brought them to the table along with some coke and sprite. Jacob ate two pizzas all by himself while I just nibbled one piece.

"Is something wrong? I know you don't eat as much as me, but you hardly ate even two pieces today," Jacob noted as we cleaned up.

I just shrugged. "I just wasn't hungry."

I felt his gaze on me, but I kept my eyes on the plate I was washing because I knew that the blush that I knew would color my face would give me away.

Jacob "left" early, and I turned in for bed early, too.

When I opened my bedroom door after taking a shower and getting ready for bed, I found Jacob lying on my bed. I curled up next to him, snuggling in his arms, and dozed off quickly.

The next thing I knew, the rare sunshine was pouring in from my small window. It was morning already, and I hadn't dreamt about Edward at all. Not even for one minute.

I glanced up to see if Jacob was still sleeping. He was. He was even snoring quietly. I smiled, and untangled myself from his grasp, careful not to wake him up. After five minutes of battling with Jacob's long, heavy arms, I was free. Unable to resist, I planted a light kiss on his cheek before heading out of the room and down the stairs.

I made some toast and found an apple in the refridgerator. It still looked fresh, so I peeled half of it and ate it. It tasted okay.

I finished cleaning up my mess, but Jacob was still asleep. I decided to do some cleaning in the living room, too. It looked like it would soon turn into a junk yard if I didn't. Charlie tried to keep the house clean, but he was still a man.

An hour later, the living room was in a better shape. I thought about cleaning the kitchen, too, but decided against it. I needed some fresh air.

I ripped out a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote, "In the forest, taking a walk. I won't be long. Love you, Bella."

When the note was nicely placed on the kitchen counter where Jacob could see it, I grabbed a coat and headed out.

As soon as I entered the forest, I felt like I was home. When I first came to Forks, all the green had freaked me out. I missed the brown of Phoenix. But now, green was home. I felt relaxed around green, which is one reason I enjoyed walking around this green, mossy forest.

The second reason was that this forest is where Edward left me, opening the door to Jacob's love. Though I couldn't even think of this place without breaking down just a few months ago, this place was now the very beginning of Jacob's and my relationship. I smiled for a second, but frowned when I remembered everything Edward told me last night.

"Bella?" I jumped a foot in the air, but relaxed as soon as I recognized the voice.

Speak (or think, in this case) of the devil and the devil shall arrive, I thought.

Edward appeared from the direction of the house. He smiled at my outfit. I looked down, then blushed. I was wearing a brown tank top with turquoise bottoms and pink fluffy slippers that Jacob had gotten for me as a joke-ish gift.

"You look cute," he complimented.

"Thanks," I mumbled, still not looking up.

"Look," he said. I looked up immediately because he suddenly sounded much more serious that he had been just a moment ago. "Bella, everything I told you last night . . . was true . . . at the time."

I frowned, not comprehending.

"What I'm trying to say is . . . when I told you yesterday that I loved you and wanted you back, it was true. But I found someone last night. She is beautiful, kind, talented, and everything else I look for in a women. Amazingly, she feels the same way about me. We'll be getting married in two months," Edward explained quickly.

I stared at him, my mouth slightly open. Was this a joke? How could he change his mind so fast? Yesterday, he had told me that he would wait for me forever. Sure, I thought sarcastically.

Busy thinking, I didn't realize Edward was waiting for an answer. What should I say? That I thought he had lied to me, again? No, it would be better if I lied.

"Okay, I guess," I said, because these words were the only ones that I could say without sounding like some stupid, jealous human.

"Okay?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"What do you want me to say?"

"Well, I don't know, but are you saying that you're okay with me marrying some other woman?"

I paused. It didn't sound very "okay" when he put it that way. I felt the familiar pain in my heart, throbbing and threatening to break down my body. I tried to stay strong. "Yes. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go talk to my own boyfriend. I hope you have a nice wedding, Edward."

Edward looked absolutely shocked. What had he expected me to do, get on my knees and beg him to take me instead? The Bella a few months ago might have done that gladly if it meant being with Edward, but the Bella now wasn't like that anymore. I knew that if Jacob was here, I would be able to take on anything, which was why I was hurrying back. I needed to get to him before the thought of Edward marrying some gorgeous woman, or vampire, got to me.

"Thanks, Bella," I heard him say.

I didn't answer, but continued home. When I got to my destination, I saw Jacob heading towards me. I got to him, told him to take me home, and collapsed.

I tried to make myself be reasonable. Jacob was better for me than Edward. I loved Jacob, not Edward. I was over Edward. Edward didn't love me. He was going to marry some other gorgeous, talented . . . I forced myself to stop right there because as soon as I thought those words, a new set of sobs rocked through me.

I started crying even harder when I realized that I had never stopped loving Edward. I thought I had, but the truth was that I had only suppressed it. My love for Edward had always been there. I cried for not being completely faithful to Jacob. I cried for being so weak and crying in front of Jacob. I cried and cried and cried.

I don't know how long it took for my tear-supply to run out, but it did, eventually. I got up and out of Jacob's arms. That's when I saw the flash of pain and betrayal in his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but I didn't get to hear it. I didn't need to hear because I already knew.

A familiar darkness took over my body, numbing the pain, the sadness, and everything else.

"Bella!" a voice shouted. It was Edward. Edward? But didn't he say he didn't want me anymore? That he was getting married to someone else?

I opened my eyes. Two sets of eyes stared back. Gold and brown.

"Bella!" the familiar, warm set of arms embraced me.

When he finally let go, I rubbed my eyes and tried to remember what had happened. There had been a lot of crying, rejection, sadness, pain . . .

"What happened? Edward, why are you here? Shouldn't you be planning your wedding?" I asked, confused.

Edward's brows furrowed. "What wedding? Bella, are you alright?"

I blinked stupidly, unable to think straight.

Jacob spoke up this time. "You had a nightmare, but you wouldn't wake up. We tried everything; we poured water on you, slapped you gently, tickled you, and etc. But you still didn't wake up! Then you started crying. We were so worried!"

I blinked again, absorbing that. From the moment I "woke up," to the moment where I "fainted," it had all been a dream.

Which meant I still needed to choose between Edward and Jacob. I groaned.

How was that? I know, this is the longest, but wierdest chapter so far! Yes, it was a dream. A very live one, at that. Please leave reviews!