SO SO SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!! I was super busy, vacations and work! Sorry guys! But here it is now, review pls? Thanks! Everything eblong to our dearest Stephenie!

JASPER POV

Damn. I was almost late for practice. I pulled on my jersey and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge, then hurried out the door. I climbed into my ugly old Honda, and pulled out of the driveway, sighing. Late again. Coach was going to kill me... I arrived at the field ten minutes late, and tried to sneak into practice without being noticed, but unfortunately, my coach spotted me.

"You, HALE!" he called. I froze and turned around slowly.

"Yes...coach?"

"Late AGAIN Jasper?" he demanded.

"Sorry sir..." I apologized quietly.

"Not impressed, boy."

"Yes sir."

His face turned a nasty shade of red, and he kicked me a ball. "How do expect us to win without our best player coming to practice?" he asked me.

"But sir, I'm here now."

"Jasper pick it up, you've got to keep better track of time."

"Yes, sir"

"Now go! Work those legs!" he screamed at me. I hurried onto the turf, and started dribbling, paying close attention to my ankle, which I had twisted yesterday, hiking with Emmett. I took a wide shot at the goal, and it sailed through, missing the goalie's head by inches. Yes!

I raced down the field, catching a rogue ball on my head, and bouncing it up into the air. I chuckled as I sped across the turf, enjoying the feeling on wind on my skin. I had always loved running. I was high school track star, and the fastest on my team.

Soon, practice was over, and I went home. Rose was already there, sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine, the school day had just finished.

"Hey Rosie!" I called to her, as I went into the kitchen to grab a granola bar.

"Hey Jazz..." she said distractedly, paying more attention to her magazine.

"Where's Mom and Dad?" I asked, wondering where they could be, they were ususally home at this time of day.

"It's their anniversary, remember?" said Rose in a scathing tone, closing her magazine. "They went off to dinner or something."

Right, their anniversary, how could I have forgotten? I chuckled to myself and headed out to by them at least a card. I had almost closed the front door, when Rosalie called to me.

"Don't forget we're at Em and Bella's house tonight, Mom and Dad are gone for the weekend."

I rolled my eyes and closed the door, I wouldn't forget.

BELLA POV

I sat at the kitchen table in my small kitchen, flipping through the flyers that had arrived in the newspaper. I was bored, and there was nothing to do. Emmett sat, vegging off in front of the T.V, and Dad wasn't home yet. All I had to do was wait for Jazz and Rose. They were sleeping here tonight, due to Emma and Daniel's anniversary, even though they really didn't need supervision, being 17 and 19 years old. Nevertheless, Emma worried constantly, so she sent them here. Rose and Jasper didn't mind too much, our house was basically their house too.

I sighed, and made my way upstairs to my room, I could find something to do up there. Sure enough, I came face to face with a horrible mess. With another sigh, I started picking up items from the floor and putting them in their rightful places. I emptied out my drawers and re-organized them, folding everything carefully. I didn't know why I was wasting time like this, they would just get messy again in the next week. But I felt better when I had finished, everything looked so nice and clean.

Just then, I jumped as the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. I bounded down the stairs, and opened the door for Jasper and Rosalie. They smiled, even though they were shivering severely. I ushered them in, and they took off their damp jackets. I hugged them both.

"Hey Bella, where's Emmett?" asked Jasper, looking around me.

"He's in the living room." I told him.

He ruffled my hair, mussing it up. "Thanks kid."

I rolled my eyes, and took Rose by the hand, leading her upstairs. We plopped down on my bed and she giggled. "So Bella...guess who likes you?" she said sneakily, smiling at me. I gasped, damn Rose! She knew everything!

"Who?" I asked eagerly, hopefully it wasn't Mike again.

She bit her lip, holding back hysterical laughter. "Spit it out Rose." I told her.

"James Benna!" she almost shrieked.

I gasped, and smiled. She had to be kidding. James Benna was perhaps the most popular, cutest guy in our grade. He was athletic, funny, and totally out of my league.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I yelled at her, grinning crazily.

"Nope, completely serious." she said, no trace of joking on her beautiful face.

I screamed and hugged her, jumping up and down. Totally unlike me, what was I doing? Going insane over a guy? No, I had to keep my head screwed on tight. I stopped jumping, and calmed myself down, taking deep breaths. What Rosalie did next didn't help at all.

"He's asking you out Monday." she said quietly.

I froze, not taking in the situation. Shoot. Yeah, James Benna was one of the cutest guys in school, but he was also Edward's enemy. They had never gotten along, not since sophomore year, when they had gotten into a serious fist fight over Samantha Jericho. James had walked away with a broken rib, and Edward with a broken nose. They glared at each other in the hallways, and never missed a chance to sneak I snide comments about the other. What was I going to do? Rosalie seemed to realize this fact at the same time as I did, sucking in her breath.

"Damn...what are we going to do?" she asked me, staring hopelessly at the ceiling. We both knew Edward would be none too pleased. I thought it over in my head, who was more important to me, Edward or James? The answer was obviously Edward, but I had to be insane to refuse a date with James Benna. Most girls would give almost anything to be the one in my position. But I couldn't lose my best friend fighting over a stupid guy.

I groaned, falling backwards onto my pillows, why did Edward have to hate James so much?

The doorbell rang and I went to open the door, Rosalie on my heels. Edward stood there, dripping wet and soaked to the bone, shivering beyond belief. His lips were blue and he had ice crystals in his bronze hair.

"Oh Edward!" I said worriedly, "Come inside! Quick!" he came in and I closed the door behind him. What had he been doing to get this cold. "Uhh..Emmett?" I called to my brother across the house.

"What Bella?" he said in an annoyed voice, obviously not happy to be torn away from his T.V.

"Could you get Edward some of your dry clothes please? He's soaked." I told him, and Edward tried to smile, but his numb face prevented it. I shook my head at him as Emmett rushed upstairs to get Edward something to wear.

"What happened?" I asked him, my voice anxious.

"C-can I explain l-l-later?" he shivered, and I nodded. He was obviously unable to form full sentences.

Emmett arrived with a clean dry t-shirt and some sweatpants, warm and cozy. Edward took off his heavy jacket and went into the washroom to change. I stared quizzically after him. What could he have been doing?

He emerged with the sweatpants on, pulling the shirt over his head. His chest was white with cold. It made me shiver just looking at it.

"Edward are you okay?" I asked him, as I ran over and hugged him around the waist. Brr...he was still cold.

"I'm f-f-fine." he said, his stutter not quite gone. I put a kettle on the stove, making tea for him. I had never seen anyone this cold.

When the tea was ready I passed him a large mug, and he took a grateful sip, smiling up at me. His lips were no longer blue.

"Thanks Bells." he said, now gulping down the hot liquid.

"No problem Masen, so what happened?" I asked him.

He smiled like he was embarrassed, his cheeks turning only slightly pink. "Well..." he said, avoiding my gaze.

"Spit it out Edward." I told him, just as I had with Rosalie before.

He took a deep breath, and began.

"I bought you that green journal you wanted, you know the one in the bookstore?" I just nodded. "Just as a late Christmas gift, and I was on my way over here to give it to you." I smiled at him, what could have happened next? "I was walking through the park and I put the journal down on the side of the fountain, so that I could toss in a penny." He bit his lip, and frowned. "My knee hit the journal and it fell into the fountain! I didn't know what else to do! You had wanted that journal so badly..." I urged him to go on. "Well I jumped into the fountain, and tried to get it out, but by the time I had finally managed to fish it out, it was destroyed, and my hands felt like they were about to fall off." I smiled slightly at him, he had done that? For me?

"I'm sorry..." he finished, looking down at the table.

"No Edward...don't be sorry, it's not your fault." I told him, but he had his head in his hands on the table, shaking it from side to side. I shivered with the thought of him in that fountain, it was a pretty large one, and all iced over, Edward had probably had to break the ice, and almost swim to get to my journal. He could have been seriously injured, caught pneumonia or something.

"Yea Bella, it is, I'm so sorry..." he told me, this face was not the usual happy one I was used too.

"Edward don't feel bad, no one could have prevented it, and I'm just glad your not hurt. My best friend's life is more important to me than a journal." I smiled at him.

He smiled too and got up to give me a huge hug. I loved Edward's hugs, so warm and encircling, so comforting and safe. I nuzzled into him, wrapping my arms around my own personal teddy bear.

ROSALIE POV

When were they going to realize that they were perfect for each other? They knew everything about the other, and spent every second of the day together, they knew how to make the other happy, or make them laugh. And still, they kept on acting like best friends, even though most people saw something more. I watched Edward hug Bella, and marveled at the intensity of their relationship, what had made it so strong? Of course, I knew the answer. Edward had been attached to Bella since her birth, never letting her out of his sight, when Renee had left, Bella went to Edward for comfort, and stayed at his house almost every night. Edward knew how to cheer her up every time she was feeling sad about her mother, knew how to take her mind off it. These experiences, hardships and quirks, seemed to sew them together, like they were a patchwork quilt.

I looked at Edward's eyes, and the way he tenderly touched Bella's face as he hugged her. I couldn't help thinking that maybe he felt something else also, maybe he was realizing it. But Bella seemed completely oblivious, just happy to be in Edward's arms. Poor guy. She had absolutely no interest in him that way.

As they broke apart, and Bella skipped off to find her brother, I walked by Edward, following Bella's trail. I whispered in his ear "Don't worry, she'll come around someday." He looked confused for a moment, but I was already walking away. But then, a sense of understanding dawned on his perfect face, and his smile lit up the whole room. He hugged me lightly from behind,

"Thanks Rose." Yes, he definitely saw something more.

The night passed quickly, Edward left, only after being fed more hot tea, and bundled up in all of Emmett's jackets and hats. Bella made him wear a scarf, even if he complained he looked stupid.

Jazz and Emmett eventually retired to Emmett's room, who knows what they were doing in there, and Bella and I set up our beds in her room. I was dead tired, and fell asleep almost immediately, but not without wondering what Bella was going to do about James Benna. Edward would be crushed.