A/N: My gosh I'm sorry for taking so long to update. My computer was jacked up and I had to get it fixed. Anyways, here's the new chapter, hope you enjoy.

Usually if Bella was coming over I would want her to come quickly, just to get the waiting over with. But this time was different, this time, I needed to clean. I couldn't even remember the last time I did the dishes filling up the sink. Still aching, I did my best to shuffle around my small house and clean it. I didn't want to look like a slob in front of Bella. No, I needed this to go perfectly.

As I'm attempting to make my bed there's a knock on my door.

"Crap." I mutter under my breath, grabbing pillows off the floor of my bedroom and putting them on my bed. I make my way to the front door slowly, in pain the whole fucking way. I've never felt this weak before. I hate it.

All the stress I'm feeling leaves my system the moment I set eyes on Bella, though. I stare into her beautiful eyes and can't help but let out a sigh of relief. She actually showed up, she wants to be here, that's truly worth something.

"Hi." I say.

"Hi." she answers with a small smile.

My eyes travel down and I see she's holding a can of chicken noodle soup in one hand and a bottle of club soda in the other.

"You actually brought me soup." I say with a grin, connecting eyes with her again.

"I said I would." she says with a shrug. "You've got a stove where I can make it, right?"

My mind flashes to my dirty kitchen. With a sigh, I nod. If I wanted to be with Bella, she would have to accept my flaws.

I step aside and motion for her to come in. As we walk into the kitchen I am reminded that I am still in constant pain. Geez, for a moment there I'd actually forgotten about it all.

"Sorry it's a little messy." I say nervously, rubbing the back of my head. Bella's the only one who can make me nervous, it's still so strange to me.

"I didn't except it to be perfect." She says as she surveys the kitchen. She looks like she's on a mission… to make me soup. It's adorable and I want to hug her.

I don't.

I sit down at my kitchen table that is basically my dinning room instead.

Bella gets right to cooking. She seems really determined, and it makes me wonder if she really wants to make me feel better. How much does she care?

I answer her when she asks me where things are, and soon enough there's a full bowl of chicken noodle soup sitting in front of me.

"Wow." I say as she sits down across the table. She has a slight smirk on her face, which is something I've never seen before. It suits her well. I just want to see her happy.

"Thank you." I say, picking up the spoon she gave me and taking a bite. I pause before speaking, letting her watch me closely and wait for an answer. "I must say… this might be the best chicken noodle soup I've ever had."

"Shut up." She laughs. "It's just out of a can."

"And it's freaking delicious!" I laugh and take another bite. I eat in silence for a moment before setting my spoon down and looking across the table at Bella. "Thank you." I say.

"It really wasn't much trouble-"

"No, not for the soup, I mean for coming out here… for giving a shit."

"Oh." She mutters.

I feel pain, and not just from my injures. Maybe she doesn't really care. Maybe she just came here out of pity. Maybe she just feels bad for me. Or maybe I'm being paranoid.

Fucking hell, what is Bella doing to me? What is this whole… being in love thing doing to me?

"I was just assuming you care." I mutter, feeling more awkward then ever. I shift in my seat, causing me to wince at the slight pain in my side.

"I do." She says. "You okay?" she leans forward slightly, her face full of concern. I almost feel like crying.

"I… no, not really Bella."

"Maybe you should lie down…" she starts to stand like she's going to carry me to bed or something.

"No, Bella." I sigh, and she sits down again. "My injuries I can deal with, it's… it's you. I need you Bella. I can't keep living like this. I can't keep waiting around for you to make up your mind. I just… I just can't do it."

That makes us both shut up. My gaze drops from her face to my unfinished bowl of soup. I feel too sick to finish all of the sudden. I push it away with one finger.

I dare a glance at Bella. Her eyes are watery, filled with brand new tears. Great. A+ plus for Paul for making her cry yet again.

"I'm just sick of this." I almost whisper. She doesn't look at me but I know she's listening. What else is there to hear in this stupid little house? "We're going in circles, and I'm sick of it. I'm so tired, Bella." I pause, than add. "And I know you are. You've been through so much, you have to be exhausted."

I stop talking and wait for her to speak. I've said all I need to.

"I am." She finally says.

"Then what's stopping you? Jacob?"

She gulps and bites her lip. I wish I could know what she's thinking. I just want to know what's holding her back so I can fight it off. I just want to hold her in my arms and know she's mine.

Suddenly, she's standing and turning to leave. I stand quickly, it hurts but I power through.

"Bella-" I grab her arm. She turns and looks at me, a single tear goes down her cheek. I wipe it away with my free hand.

"I'm so sorry Paul." She whimpers. "You deserve so much better then me."

"I don't care what I deserve." I whisper, leaning forward ever so slightly. "I. Just. Want. You."

She's leaning in now, too. Only a fine layer of air keeps down faces apart. It's too much, it's all too much.

I close the space between us with a much needed kiss. She doesn't fight it, she leans into it. She kisses me back, and my mind runs, but as her tongue finds it way into my mouth everything slips away.

The pain from my injuries, Jacob, Sam, Edward, the room, the air around us… Everything's gone, and soon, as we fumble our way to my bedroom, are cloths are gone too, and not even air can come between our bodies.