A/N: Next chapter! Sorry about the wait. I had to write a paper on how Jon Stewart of the Daily Show influences public opinion for my AP Government class. It sucked my life out of me and I finally finished it this afternoon.

I also got my Special Edition 2-Disc TWILIGHT DVD in the mail today and I watched it, even though I ordered it OnDemand Saturday night. My mom watched it with me and actually liked it, even though she made fun of certain parts and Edward. *growls*

Anway, I'm done talking. You should start reading.

I hung out with Emmett, Alice and Rose all day. Jasper went home to visit his parents and Bella went to go see Jake. Esme banished us to the basement and faint bits and pieces of last year flooded my memory. I sunk down on a couch and covered my face with my hands. Emmett sat in front of me, an extra game controller sat in his lap.

"Best four out of five?"

He beat me and did his traditional victory dance around me. Em always knew how to me feel better. Alice pranced down the basement stairs and regally sat down on the couch next to me. Emmett stopped mid-hip thrust to stare at her.

"May we help you, princess? You interrupted my dance,"

"Oh, is that what you call that? Rose has been recruited by Mom in the kitchen. I'm sorry, Em. I tried my best to save her, but the potato masher got her. She will be missed this afternoon." Alice hung her head and pretended to wipe away a fake tear.

"I really like her." Emmett grumbled and shuffled over to the bar.

"Shots, anyone?"

So we drank a little before dinner…okay, it wasn't a little, it was a lot. I needed something to ease the pain of meeting Jacob. I stumbled upstairs with my siblings in tow. Rose was standing at the top, foot tapping angrily against the hardwood.

"Rosie! You're alive!" Emmett raced up behind me, nearly knocking me over. He scooped her up in his arms and spun her around.

"Are you drunk?" She asked, struggling against my goliath of a brother.

"Not really. We were drinking to your memory, you know. Mmm…you smell like pie and potatoes." He sniffed her loudly. A throat clearing distracted us all. Carlisle and Esme were staring at us, a mixture of confusion and mild disapproval on their faces.

"Go sober up in the kitchen. Bella and Jake will be here any moment." Carlisle ushered us towards the back of the house.

"Keep your fingers out of the food, boys! I'm talking to you, Em!" Esme called out after us.

We stood around in the kitchen, Alice texted Jasper and asked when he was coming over.

"He says when his parents stop arguing over who truly won the Civil War, he'll meet us here." I rolled my eyes, knowing all too well that particular argument. His parents were diehard Confederates, taking immense pride that one of their ancestors had been a lieutenant for the Confederacy. They would make Jasper skip school the day Stonewall Jackson was killed and on the anniversary of when Lee surrendered. I remembered when the entire Whitlock family thought about disowning Jasper (and I'm ninety-eight percent positive his grandfather wrote him out of his will) when he was drafted to fight for the Union, at our mock Civil War reenactment in high school.

The sound of doorbell jarred me out of my thoughts and my stomach twisted into knots at the mere thought of who waited outside.

"Bella and Jake are here, everyone! Come and introduce yourself." Esme commanded and we all went into motion. Emmett nudged me not-so-obviously as he walked by. I lagged behind the rest of the family. Alice was gushing over Bella's outfit and how handsome Jacob looked. I tried looking anywhere but her until she said my name.

"Edward, this is Jake. Jake, Edward. I'm so glad you guys can finally meet." She looked absolutely breathtaking in a navy blue knee-length dress. She wore her hair up in a messy bun and had black heels on. Jake, on the other hand, had on brown slacks and a forest green button-up shirt. He had cut his hair since the photo, but it was shaggy.

"I've heard a lot about you from Bella." Jake smiled and stuck out his hand. I stared at it like I would a person who kicked dogs.

"Same here." I nodded towards him and kept my hands in my pockets. He stood awkwardly with his hand outstretched for a few more seconds before putting it around Bella's waist. I actually had to look away because it hurt too much to see them like that.

"Well, the food is ready, so if you'll follow me." As Esme walked past, I heard her mutter under her breath.

"Rude boy…raised him better than that…no manners…"

Dinner was eventful. Jake talked the entire time, essentially sucking up to my family. I kept my mouth shut and shoveled in turkey and potatoes as fast as I could without choking because it was excruciating sitting next to Bella, hearing her whisper and giggle with him. I stood up with my plate, fully intending to go put it in the sink and return back to the basement, where a half-drank glass of scotch was waiting and calling my name.

"Going to the kitchen?" Esme asked from the end of the table. I nodded, gestured with my plate.

"Bring back the pies, will you? I would, but I want to hear more about this motorcycle story. You got Bella to ride one?" My fingers tightened around the plate and I was positive it was going to shatter right then and there.

"I'll help you. I've been dreaming of your pies for months now." Bella glanced up at me and I went into the kitchen without a word. I stacked my plate in the sink and gripped the countertop painfully.

"He put you on a motorcycle. What was he thinking?"

"It was my idea, actually. I've always wanted to try it." My blood boiled at the thought of Bella on a dangerous machine.

"One wrong move and you could've been hurt, or worse. Did you even think of that? What if you died?" I turned to face her. Her stance was stubborn and defiant. Good, I feel like fighting.

"Well, I didn't. And Jake was riding right beside me the entire time. Why does it matter to you what Jake and I do together?"

"Because it does. I'm your best friend, remember? Seems like you've forgotten that." My voice took a hard edge as we glared at each other.

"Hey, don't forget the whip cream." Emmett stuck his head around the corner. He raised his eye brows at the both of us and disappeared. I pushed off the counter and took a pie in each hand.

"Grab the damn whip cream on the way out." As I left, I felt a soft thwap on the back of my head. Something cool dripped down my neck and down my shirt. I set the pies down and reached around, wiping off a glob of cream. A chunk of pumpkin pie flew through the air and landed on her left cheek. Soon enough, food was flying around the kitchen.

"What is going- oh! Edward! Bella!" Alice screeched as she took in the view. We both froze and with one final growl, Bella overturned the whip cream bowl on my head. Topping dripped into my eyes and I wiped it off.

"Mom is going to hack you to pieces. You know how long she worked on those pies…"

"He deserved it, that insufferable ass." Bella grumbled, folding her arms across her ruined dress.

"Edward, what's taking you so- WHAT HAPPENED TO MY KITCHEN?! JESUS, ARE THOSE MY PIES?!" Esme roared, her face turning red.

"I'll get the mop." Alice muttered and left the kitchen.

Bella and I cleaned the entire kitchen in complete silence. Esme watched, her angry glare boring into the back of my head. The rest of the family and Jacob were eating ice cream in the dining room, something Alice thought of to cool Esme down.

"It seems like every time you two get together, you always end up cleaning up a mess you make."

"I'm sorry, Esme." Bella said as she scrubbed pecan pie off the refrigerator.

"I'll make replacements tomorrow and bring them over. I know you spent an awful long time on these." Bella continued and I knew she was trying to break my mom. I heard my mom's soft sigh, the sign that Bella had accomplished her mission.

"Finish what you're doing, change your clothes and you can join the rest in the dining room. I think you've done enough for tonight." I got up off the floor and kissed her forehead.

"Sorry, Mom. Love you." She placed a hand on my face, her thumb gently rubbing my cheek.

"Even though you destroyed my kitchen, I still love you too."

I went up to my room and found a new set of clothes laid out on my bed. Alice. I changed slowly, throwing my dirty clothes in my bathroom to rinse out before giving them to Esme to clean. I stuck my head under the faucet to get some of the whipped cream out. I scrubbed my hair roughly with a towel, throwing it on the pile in the tub. I made my way back downstairs, where Bella was waiting with two bowls of ice cream.

"Everyone is downstairs. Jasper's here, too. I made it just how you like it." She pushed the sundae towards me and it made my heart hurt. She was perfect in so many ways and she knew the tiniest details about me.

"Thanks. I'm sorry for yelling at you. It was uncalled for." I said, stirring the chopped nuts she sprinkled on top around the rim of the bowl.

"You didn't yell. I should've told you about it earlier. I did forget to include that I was wearing a helmet and Jake's leather jacket." I let out an involuntary groan at the image of Bella in leather. So damn sexy.

"You alright?" She asked, concerned.

"Bit my tongue." We ate quietly until she put down her spoon.

"Honest opinion, Edward. How do you like Jake? I really want to know what you think of him." I thought long and hard about how to respond. I could go brutally honest, saying that he wasn't good enough for her and I'm the only one she needs. Or I could be the best friend and support her.

"He sounds nice, Bells. Really. I'm happy for you." She smiled and came around the table to hug me. She kissed my cheek and didn't move. My heart skipped, a fleeting thought flashed though my mind, that maybe she was reconsidering her choice.

"That's exactly what I wanted to hear. I miss this, don't you? How's Chicago?" She settled on my lap to talk. It was so normal, so…Bella. We talked about school and filled in each other on our lives. Someone walked upstairs and both of us turned to see who it was. Mr. Mood-Killer himself stood in the doorway, eyes blazing and one hand even curled into a fist.

"Bella." Jacob said, his voice deadly calm. Her warmth left and I nearly whimpered out loud at the loss.

"Hey, sweetie. The movie start yet?" She quickly finished her dessert and stood, bowl in hand.

"Yea, about ten minutes ago."

"Oh. Let me go put this in the sink and I'll come down. I haven't seen it before, Alice says it's amazing."

"I forgot something at the apartment. I'm going to run back before going out tonight. Come with me." She looked at me and I closed my eyes. I knew what he meant. He didn't want me by her; I was competition to him. He finally gets it.

"Okay then. I'll go tell Alice."

"She knows. Grab your coat." I heard her soft footsteps go into the kitchen and my eyes shot open when my shirt was yanked roughly.

"Keep your god damn dirty hands off her. If you haven't noticed, she's with me. Understand?"

"I've noticed. And hear this: you ever put her in danger again or hurt her, I'll rip your fucking head off. Understand?" I mocked. Jake and I shot daggers at one another until Bella returned. He released me and I smooth out my shirt. He wrapped his around her waist possessively and led her out of the house, out of my life.

Okay, Jake and Edward fighting has got to be the single hottest thing in the entire world. At least to me it is. I promise that the next chapter will be at the club and I know you'll love it. REVIEW.