So guys, I got rid of that other computer because it clearly wasn't going to work well anytime soon. I suppose a laptop for Christmas was the right present. So, anyway, I am really excited to be writing this again, and I hope you guys enjoy the next chapter! Also, I am writing another fanfic called SUCH A LONELY DAY and if you guys want to, I would really appreciate it if you read it. And comment telling me what you think.

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I sat at the table, my fingers twining together over and over; Edward has left only a few seconds ago from my request, to give me some time to think. About ten minutes before this I was on the phone with Jacob, trying to keep my tone indifferent as I told him to come over. There was knock on the door and my head snapped up. I ran to the door and opened it timidly, Jacob stood smile, and I couldn't help but smiling at him. "Hey Bella!" he said, and my breathing was cut off by a huge, crushing hug.

"Hey, thanks for coming," he sensed something wrong in my voice, and he let me go, putting his hand on my shoulder to stare at my eyes.

"What's going on?" He demanded, my eyes began to sting, and I tried to blink back a tear.

"Come on, let's go sit at the table," Jacob said, and he lead me to the kitchen. I sat across from him and stared at the table.

"Um, well, I-I—" The words choked off briefly with sobs, and I saw a few drops of water fall onto the table, "I'm leaving with Edward and his family. Jasper, he made a mistake and we have to go."

"Go? Go where?" He sounded furious, I didn't lift my face to look at him.

"Denali, there's another coven of vampires up there, and we are going to live with them and let everything sort of, blow over," I explained, then I broke, and rested my head on the table.

"I am going to kill those bloodsuckers…"

"JAKE! Aw, Jake stop that. It's my choice to go with them. Edward thinks I should stay here too," I said, the volume of my voice just a little higher than usual. I rambled on and on explaining every component of my decision. I explained how I couldn't stand to hurt Edward by staying..and how it would hurt me too. I told him I would always care about him, and I would visit from time to time…

When my rant was over he looked at me with the most furious expression I have ever seen.

Jake pushed himself from the table and stood up, just staring at me. Tears flowed from the corners of my eyes.

"Jake, let's go to the living room and just talk about it all." Then without saying anything he looked at me and walked to the other room. We both sat down, him in the recliner and me on the couch. He was trembling with anger, and he closed his eyes and leaned his head back while I sobbed a little.

Finally, he looked at me. "He's taking you away from me Bella," He said. I stared at him uncomprehending, he read my expression and elaborated.

"Bella, I love you." He said.

"Aw c'mon J—" I began, but I was cut off by him seizing me off the couch, and clutching the sides of my arms with horrible pressure. It hurt.

"Ouch! Jacob stop it, let me go!" I begged, I was too sad to sound defiant, instead I sounded weak.

But he just stood there and looked at me. I stared back dazed by the sudden movement, his previous words.

Then he wrapped his arms around my waste, one hand on the small of his back clutching me to him, and his lips welded to mine and he was kissing me with an unreasonable force I couldn't help but compare it to the loving gentleness of Edward's. I kissed him back, but not because I wanted to. I couldn't think straight, and I was distracted by several things. But mostly, I kissed him back because I knew that I was leaving soon, and I wasn't going to leave him without a fond memory of me.

I was distracted by the guilt I felt for comparing every part of his kiss to Edward's. The love seeped through Jacobs lips a different way. A less tender, but more aggressive way I wasn't fond of. Edward's lips always seemed destined for mine, and Jacob's just seemed to move with them as anyone's would. Edward always had an irresistible way that he kissed me that made me feel extremely happy. He was always gentle, but I could still enjoy his lips on mine, and I could feel from the way he kissed me, that he loved me as much as I loved him. Something else I couldn't put my finger on that was different and better about Edward's kiss.

But I continued to torture myself by moving my lips as Jacob moved his. My weakness was causing more tears to flow, making my face slick, and I could taste my tears in the kiss. I was hurting Edward, I was hurting Jacob. I didn't want to leave him here all alone. My logic caught up with me and I realized I was hurting Jacob more that I was giving him a "fond" memory of me.

I began pulling away slowly, my breathing jagged, and I leaned back, my cast weighing down and swinging my arm while his arms continued to stay locked around my waist. My hands covered my face, and he put his hand on the back of my hand and pulled me into his blazing chest while I sobbed.

"Bella," He whispered, " I would say I am sorry I did that, but I'm not, but truly, I'm glad I did."

"O-out." I sobbed, he let me go.

"What?" He was bewildered.

"OUT, JAKE! GET OUT!" I screamed. I was horrifyingly mad, but not at him, at myself for putting him through that, for putting Edward through that. I would have to tell him. Jacob stared at my face bewildered, and finally, stalked toward the door.

"Goodbye, Bella," He slammed the door and it trembled through the hallway. I reached for the phone.

He picked up almost immediately, "Hello? Bella?" His voice was relieved, worried and tender with affection, like it usually was, it brought a miniscule amount of happiness to the phone call.

"Edward," I said. I sobbed through several attempts to tell him what was happening. The sound of a car thrumming to life assured me a little.

"Bella, listen to me, you have to tell me what's wrong, sweetheart." His voice was anxious, but mostly saturated with a love that lifted me out of my own personal hell the slightest bit. I couldn't stand it. I shook my head, splashing tears onto the coffee table, and hung up the phone without saying another word to him.

A few minutes later, my eyes were still oozing tears, and Edward walked through the door without bothering to knock. "Bella?" He saw me sitting o n the couch, sobbing.

"Bella, what's wrong. What's going on, love?" Edward kneeled in front of me. Taking my hands in his, looking at me with a crazy pain he couldn't hide. "Come on." He said.

Effortlessly, he lifted my in his arms and I nestled myself into his chest. HE carried me up the stairs, and he made his way slowly to my bedroom, I felt his eyes on my face, but continued to draw circles on his chest with an index finger, and the tears slowed from the comforting feeling of being in his arms.

He set me on my bed, and wrapped his arms around me. Much better than Jacob. The cold of his skin felts more natural, and the stone feeling of his chest kept me comfortable as I shifted forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my ear against him, like I was listening to his silent heart. I felt this cold lips press against my hair, and ice cold fingers reached around to wipe away the warm tears on my face.

"Now," He breathed, "Why don't you tell me why you are sobbing your eyes dry?"

He waited patiently and ran his fingers through my hair until I gathered myself enough to tell him.

"He kissed me," Edwards stiffened, but went on with running his fingers through my hair. "He loves me Edward." He stopped playing with my hair and hugged me tighter.

"Do you love him?"

"Only as a brother or a best friend; I felt nothing when he kissed me," he loosened his arms around me and kissed me on the forehead.

"Elaborate on the thought please," He spoke softly, he seemed completely sympathetic and not angry at all.

"There were no feelings at all. I didn't feel anything whatsoever. That's really all I can say," He just sat there, and held onto me for what seemed like forever. Then, when the tears slowed to nothing and my eyes felt sore, he brushed away the final tears with his soft lips.

"I'd better get going unless you want Charlie to find you like this." He sighed, reluctant.

"S-stay." I said, the thought of him leaving made me want to cry more, luckily my eyes, puffy and dry, couldn't produce any more tears.

"I'll be back tonight, Bella," He laughed.

"Fine," I frowned.

He detangled himself from me, and lifted my by the waist, and set me gently on the blankets. I stared into his eyes the whole time, and when he turned to go to the window. I remembered.

"Edward?"

"Yes, love?" He was standing in the middle of my bedroom with a patient expression. I jumped up of my bed, and ran to him.

I didn't waste a second, my arms twined around his neck the best they could with the rock hard cast, it wouldn't hurt him though. I crushed myself to him with as much force at I could, I thought I acted quick but not quick enough. He was the one who brought his lips to mine. I felt his familiar cold body against mine. It was so different, and so much better. Everything felt right. A long cold hand gripping my neck slid down to the small of my back, and pressed me closer to the familiar cold marble of his chest, then his arms wound around my waist. I was surprised when my feet weren't touching the ground anymore, and I realized my head was tilted down towards his. His lips moving down my throat gave me a chance to breathe. I tried my best to knot my fingers through his hair with my wrist.

"Much better," I whispered, partly to myself.

He aggressively brought his lips back to mine, and I wrapped me legs around his waist. He had never let it go so far before, I took skillful advantage of it as I continued to try to control my breathing, as he pressed me tighter to him, and his lips moved with mine in a gentle, yet agressive way . I threw myself deeper into the kiss and unwrapped my legs from around him, he let me down, but didn't unlock his lips form mine, I found myself walking backwards towards my bed, and I sat on the edge. His hands on the bed on either side of me I tilted my head up now, and he was propped protectively over me. I was completely happy, and actually didn't mind when he finally freed my lips from his. I felt blood rush up to my face and my hands were clammy on his shoulders.

"See? Now that's how it should be. If u didn't believe me before, there's your proof." I said.

"Truth be told I was a little worried." He chuckled.

"Any worries now?" I teased.

"Hmmm," He kissed me again, this one only lasted a few seconds, "Absolutely not." He flashed a dazzling smile. He looked genuinely happy for once in the past few weeks. "Bella?"

"Yes?" I asked, still completely breathless, trying to regain all of my brain activity.

"Never, ever, compromise my control like that. Ever. Do you realize that I was so busy kissing you that I completely forgot about controlling myself?" He was stern, loving, and humorous, I giggled a little, and covered my mouth.

"That wasn't like you at all!" I broke off laughing, fall on my back and laughing so hard no sounds escaped my lips. I heard a low throaty laugh. " I mean, that was beyond losing control, I was beginning to freak out!"

"Bella, don't do that again okay?" He chuckled, "At least let me recover for a little while before you attack me again. Agreed?"

"Agreed." I sighed.

"Perfect," he leaned forward and I felt his marble body press lightly against mine, he kissed me slowly and it lasted for less than a second, nothing more than a small parting favor. " I love you," He was suddenly stern, "I'm one hundred percent serious. Don't do it again."

And he ducked out the window with a wink.

I stared at my pillow, and shook my head in shock. Smiling, I went downstairs and made Charlie's favorite.

There it is. There was so much I wanted to write I didn't want to split it into a whole bunch of chapters. This should keep you guys satisfied for just a little bit. Haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or twilight. But, ome I wish I was bella