So this is the chapter where they get to talk everything out. Um, I don't know how long it really takes to get a flight from California to Chicago but in here it's going to be an eight hour flight. Deal with it. Happy Reading!

Chapter Fourteen: Flight

"Fligh 1267 to Chicago now boarding!" the flight attendant called out. It was now 2:30 in the morning and it was still pitch black outside. We had all grabbed some coffee before the flight because we all knew that sleep would just avoid us. Our flight was relatively empty due to the hour, several middle-aged men in business suits all suffering from overwork and lack of sleep slowly made their way to the gate.

Everything was silent between the three of us. All slightly discontent with the other. Neither Edward nor Jake wanted me to kill James, but they also didn't want him to get away with what he did. And I was angry because they were being overprotective and slightly childish, each having wanted to kill him at one point but not wanting me to have anything to do with it. The truth is, I didn't want to have them do this for me. I didn't need them getting in trouble because of me. I just wanted them to be safe and by my side.

We boarded the plane and took our seats up in first class. We were the only ones there. It was kind of eerie in a way. The total silence. The tension in the air. All of it.

Before long we were up in the air and the flight attendant was telling us that it was now safe to move about the cabin. I was in the window seat with Edward beside me and Jake was in the seats in front of us. Not much later Jake had fallen asleep and it was just me and Edward.

"So are we ever going to talk about it?" he said after a while.

"About what?" I asked.

"What you saw at the club, why you're here, the letter, why the fuck you came after me... yeah any of those." he replied in a hard voice.

"I already kind of answered two of those and I think what I saw at the club was kind of self explanitory, so how about the letter?"

He sighed. "Of course you have to pick the hardest one."

"Did you really mean it?" I asked.

"Mean what?"

"What you said in the letter."

"Bella, I wouldn't have written it if I didn't mean it. Even if I have no clue what part you're talking about." he said looking extremely confused.

"You said that you loved me." I said. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "Did you mean that?" He didn't answer for a while. I was about to give up when he finally looked up at me.

"Yeah, I did." He looked like it was the hardest thing he ever had to say. I smiled.

"Good. Because I kind of love you too."

His head snapped up and he looked like he was going into shock before he finally cracked a small smile. It didn't last long though.

"How?" he stated.

"How what?" I asked, confused.

"How could you love someone like me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not exactly a good person, Bella. The scene at the club is proof enough of that. Hell, even the day out there in the woods when you came to find me is prof enough of that. You'd be much better off falling for a guy like Jake."

"You say that like I have a choice who I fall for. And how could you say that? I mean you went from Forks, Washington to Phoenix to fucking L.A. to find this guy because he hurt me."

"Yes, I came to kill him, and here we are on our way to fucking Chicago to try to kill him again!"

"It's not like he's a good person. Nobody will miss him anyways."

"He has a family Bella. He has a brother."

"Yeah and his brother is the one that told me where to go to find him, knowing full well that I was angry and the skills Jake and I posess. I'm pretty sure James is better off dead. The point is, you came here trying to do something good for someone else."

"Good? So killing is good? I thought girls were supposed to get flowers from their admirers, not fucking dead bodies."

"One: I'm not exactly a normal girl. And two: I meant that your intentions were good. You know save the damsel in distress kind of thing, even though I can save myself."

"But I did this so you wouldn't have to. I am not a good person Bella, and you are. I don't want that to be taken away from you. You're too pure to be stained by this. I'm not. And I won't let you join the stained people of this world if I can help it."

"But I'm not. I'm already stained. So what is one more sin if it's for the greater good? Maybe I can save someone else from having to go through what I did. Maybe, by being the bearer of the stains, I can save someone else from being exposed to it."

"That's exactly what I'm talking about Bella. You are doing this to help someone else. I'm doing this because I'm mad, and that vile fucking piece of dirt deserves nothing more than to die a long, painful death."

"Still, if I had told my dad what had happened he would have reacted the same way, and he is an all around good person. None of this prooves that you are a bad person at all. And why are you so against showing emotions? I just told you I loved you and all you could say was 'how'?! I fucking love you and there is nothing either one of us can do about it. And if you were telling me the truth, you love me too. Is that so wrong?"

He was silent for a long time. When he finally did speak, it was a whisper so quiet I almost thought I was imagining it.

"I love you too." he said. I smiled, and I fell into a peaceful sleep.

I woke several hours later to a light shaking.

"Bella wake up. We're starting our decent into Chicago." Edward said smoothly.

"Mmm, five more minutes." I said, snuggling further into my warm pillow. Wow, I never knew airplanes could be so comfortable. I heard some laughing and my pillow started vibrating. What the.. Oh! I shot upright and found that my 'pillow' was actually Edward. And the vibrating was him laughing. I must have blushed twenty shades of red when I realized this. I fell asleep on him! Oh my god what if I talked! Looking up at Jake who was in fits of laughter and Edward who was a little more polite but was still about to burst out laughing I knew I had talked. And it must have been something horrible.

"What did I say?" I asked warily. They both shook their heads, refusing to tell me. "Oh god. That bad?" Jake nodded, bursting out in another fit of laughter.

"Come on sleeping beauty, Chicago awaits." Edward said with his signature crooked smile on his face.

Joy. Chicago here we come.

So I thought it would be better to end on a semi funny note instead of something intense. I'm really not sure if this chapter was any good because it was written all broen up at like twenty different times while I watched Billy Madison (which is a really funny movie by the way. Adam Sandler rocks!). So let me know.

P.S. Tell me if you want them to kill James or if he should die some other way (cause I really want him to die either way).