Second and final part… I repeat FINAL part of my short little flashback/Edward's memories story.

"Hey, Edward, I wrote you a poem!" Jessica grinned. Without needing any encouragement, she whipped out a sheet of crumply lined paper and began to read, "I was lost like a sock but now I've found you. We are a pair." (A/N: gossip girl)

That's it?

"That's it."

"Why, thank you, Jessica."

"Are you two lovely people ready to order?" The waitress approached our table. He even smells good! Her teeth were so closely pushed together it looked like they would snap if she smiled any wider.

Order, meaning order food. Great. I wonder how long I'll have to keep down the mushy slime.

I looked at the menu, choosing the first thing I laid eyes on. "I'll have the mushroom ravioli."

That's disgusting, Jess thought,"Make it two."

The food arrived in a jiffy and we began to eat in silence. Awkward turtle silence.

Well, this is awkward! Jessica silently commented on my behalf, I can even hear the bloody ceiling fan buzzing around, and it's not like this place is buzzing with people!

"Wow, Edward, what big eyes you have."

"Um, thank you."

"What colour are they?"

What the hell was wrong with her? Raised by a pack of wolves?! (I couldn't help myself) "They're topaz. I mean, uh, hazel."

"Wow, they're pretty. You know, for…for…" Jessica stuttered, "a, um, for a guy. So I guess, that, um, I can't…I can't say beautiful, either."

Clearly brain-dead. "Something wrong?"

"No. I'm just a little dizzy." Wow. Did I just get hypnotized?

"Drink some Coke."

Like that'll explain anything. "Alright."

I resumed stabbing a piece of ravioli. Gently.

"Wow, Edward, what large teeth you have." But very white. Must find out which dentist he-

Suddenly, Jessica's thoughts were interrupted by a guitar. I recognized the tune; it was Esme's song, her favourite. Apart from myself, only six other people in the world could play that song. Curiosity got the better of me. Very casually – and not Jessica Stanley casually – I allowed my eyes to scan the restaurant. Due to lack of patrons, I instantly found Jasper toying with the strings of his acoustic, displaying a gawky grin. He sailed over, but then immediately held himself back. Yes, it was her blood, and his first impulse was to flinch, but it could've been her fiercely smelling perfume. Perhaps I'd grown used to it by now.

"Evening." Jasper waved and pulled up a chair. Alice called, said you were in a bit of a situation.

I flashed him a grateful look.

"Hey, isn't Jasper like totally your brother?" Jessica eyed us suspiciously.

"Yeah." Jasper replied in a standoffish tone.

"Well then, did you guys plan to meet each other here?"

Shit, Jasper thought, didn't think of that one.

"Jasper has just been hired as La Bella Italia's entertainer, every Saturday night. It's a good pay, isn't it Jaz?"

"Mmhm." Thanks, I owe you one.

"Oh, that's um…" Weird! "Yeah." She added, whether agreeing with herself or not.

"Jasper's a real pro on the guitar. He's been playing for years." I laughed, shocked at the reality of my carefree statement.

Emily the waitress had heard another set of vocal chords and the back of a tall, mysterious figure join our table. She returned with a jug full of fresh water and another set of cutlery. Taking one look at Jasper, she froze, her muscles completely locking into place. I glanced at Jasper, who was in the exact same stone posture of disbelief.

"Ahhhhhhh!!" Jessica's scream broke the silence, evidence of a steak knife mark cut into her unnaturally tanned skin. A trickle of blood pulsated out fine veins from her left arm. "F-Fudge, dammit!"

"Emily?" Jasper asked.

"Jasper!" I bellowed.

"Jasper?" Emily asked.

"Edward!" Jessica cried.

I tugged on the sleeve of my brother's cashmere sweater, "Jasper. Outside. NOW!".

I allowed myself one last glance at the trail of destruction I'd tried to leave behind, but bad luck always seemed to follow me. I suppose everything about us invites you in. Our voices, our faces, even our smell. We're designed to break things, and we can break hearts when we want to. Especially Jessica Stanley's.

What the hell is going on? Jessica thought.

And again, Jessica Stanley is thinking this exact same thought, but at a completely different place and time. I looked up, expecting to see her annoying little face, but instead found myself locking eyes with that Bella creature again. But it wasn't Bella's 'voice' that the confused thoughts were coming from; it was Jessica's.

"Maybe they like the isolation." Bella told Angela. She was being defensive of complete strangers, unhealthy for her, while trying to talk the non-biased girl. Jessica's curious eyes flickered to my skeptical ones. Out of politeness, I waved at her while she still had barely managed to capture my attention. She scoffed, flinging the rude finger in my direction. Looking over at her new 'friend', there was nothing at all occupying Jessica's thoughts but obvious hatred and jealousy. Oh well, nothing knew for my dear Miss Stanley, is there?

Let me just clarify what you've read. Confusing? Yes. That was the point. You have no idea what happened to the characters in the end? That was also the point. I was trying to make YOU, the readers, draw to your own conclusions about the whole ordeal. Nevertheless, you still get the drift from Jessica, but she's still clueless about the Cullens and their real 'identity'.

So, did you enjoy it, after all? Reviews make my day! *smiley face here*