Hey everyone! Thank you sooooooooooo much for all the reviews, constructive criticism and ideas. It really makes my day. Here is the long awaited next chapter, sorry it took so long! Help me with what happens next when you finish reading!

Oh, and the next chapter gets dedicated to who gets the song. (Italics)

APOV

"Look Jasper, what the hell? You have to learn not to expect people to just fall at your feet. You have the moral capacity of an eight year old! I mean, why do you think all your previous secretaries hate your stupid ass? Because you slept with them and then transferred them! You're a cheating, lying, self righteous pig!"

I screamed this at him and continued to drive to the gold course. I'd give Jasper what was coming to him. We were listening to some shitty womanising rap, so I changed it.

So what's it gonna take, silver shadow believer? Spark Rocker with your dirty eyes? It's a chance, gonna move, gonna fuck up your ego; silly boy, gonna make you cry.

I heard Jasper gulp. He was regretting getting in the car. He didn't say anything in response; probably because we were almost at the course.

"Alice, do you really think that taking me to verse you in golf, my favourite sport, is going to make my ego shrink?" He attempted to puff up his chest and I just gave him a scathing look to say, 'you are a pathetic addition to the human race.'

We got to the golf course and got all our equipment. As you can expect, Jasper got cocky, so I got us an instructor. Jasper objected at first, and only shut up when I told him the instructor was for me. Luckily, the instructor was very good looking and I proceeded to fawn over him just to make Jasper see red. We got to the first tee and Jasper marched up and placed the ball down. The ball almost grinned at him. He got out a club and made a big show off pulling back a few times, before he hit it over to the edge of the green.

The instructor nodded for me to step up. I got out a different club and placed my pink ball on the tee. Jasper was nearly laughing out loud watching me, and I just scowled at him. He was about to get his come-uppance. I didn't bother with the aiming and pulling back crap; I just pulled back once and swung.

The ball sailed high, higher than Jasper's, and landed twenty centre metres away from the hole. Jasper didn't move, but I, after admiring my swing, turned to the instructor and pulled a baby face.

"Did I do OK?" I asked in my smallest, most adorable voice.

"Yes, yes you did. Now, I'm thinking that you are not the one who needs help here; your swing is perfect. I think our little buddy Jasper here is the one who needs the tuition."

Jasper looked ready to biff the guy, especially when referred to as 'little buddy'. After just five holes, all of which I nailed perfectly, he dragged me back to the car. This was not before giving the instructor a 5 cent tip.

"What the hell, Alice? You listen here: I'm sick of you trying to run my life! It must be beginner's luck," he screamed at me. His face was all red, his hairline was sweating, and his nostrils were flared. He looked so incredibly unattractive; I wondered what I had first seen in him.

"Now Jasper, baby, that's a bad attitude you have there." I got into the driver's seat. "With that poor attitude, I'm thinking I'm going to have to change my phone number, and YOU'RE going to have to get a CAB!" I slammed the door in his face, after spitting the last word out venomously. He just stood there, for as long as I could see. A nice vacation for his balls.

RPOV

We got to the top of the cliff. I was a very strong swimmer, and if Emmett got into trouble I could probably get him out of the water, with the help of the instructor I ad hired.

"Here we are!"

I had told him to wear the worst clothes he owned, which turned out to be a pretty nice polo shirt and some fancy designer shorts. Oh well, so be it.

We got to the edge of the cliff, and were looking down, Emmett looking like he was about to throw up, when the instructor got there.

"Hi Guys!" he said, in a Texan drawl. "Is everyone ready to go?"

"Yup!" I replied, like an eager little five year old waiting for a theme park ride.

"OK! What's your name, big fella?" he asked Emmett.

Emmet looked down at his shoes and mumbled, "Emmett."

"Well, I know that you are the ultra-experienced one here, so you can go first, if you like! Then we'll have Eminem here." Emmett barely noticed he just got called Eminem, he was too busy trying not to throw up.

"Awww, come on little Emmikins, it'll be fine! We'll go together!" Behind Emmett's back I motioned to the instructor to ask if that was OK, and he gave me a thumbs up.

We stood at the top of the cliff, and then I grabbed Emmett's hand. He appeared to get some newfound bravery and looked determined to get this over with. I counted 1, 2, 3, and then I got ready to jump. We both bent our knees, me surprised he hadn't backed out, and then sprung. At least, Emmett sprung. I kept my knees bent and stayed stationery and watched while Emmett fell, his scream ripping through the night air. It was twilight, I noticed.

"HOLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYY SSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!"

I giggled cruelly and watched as here struggled against the tide to the water. He was thrashing around – it was funny to see the cocky Emmett so incredibly helpless. He eventually made it to shore, and marched back to the top of the cliff at full speed.

"Hi, Emmett, how was your jump?" I giggled nervously. He started angrily stomping towards me. I backed up to the cliff edge.

"You are going to PAY for this Rose!" he snarled.

"Oh, no, trust me. You are going to be the one paying."

And then I fell into a backwards headfirst dive off the cliff. I sliced the water at the perfect angle, swam to shore and turned to discover Emmett had jumped after me. What a wimp; he couldn't even admit he liked it! I ran to the shops that ran along the shore and hailed a cab, after nicking some unsuspecting swimmer's towel. This was an emergency situation; I had to get away from Emmett.

"ROSALIE YOU GET IN THAT CAB AND WE ARE NO LONGER SEEING EACH OTHER!" he screamed.

"That was my intention, Emmett. You might be attractive, but it doesn't make up for the fact that you are an absolute arsehole. Drive!" I said, and that cab driver put the pedal to the floor. I looked out the back window and waved to Emmett's gaping look.

BPOV

My phone was buzzing in my bag, but I couldn't find it. Whose idea was it for me to buy a black bag? Of all the colours I could have chosen…. Ahh, found it. FINALLY! Hmmm unknown number.

"Bella Swan speaking?"

"Hello, Ms Swan. Are you ready for the ride of your life? I've cancelled all your appointments for the day, and now you need to meet me at the Forks air strip in twenty minutes," Edward said musically at the other end.

"Well it's nice to know you can run my life for me if I ever need someone."

I just heard silence and what I thought was a foot tapping at the other end. After thirty seconds I cracked.

"Oh, fine." And then I hung up ungratefully. I jumped in my truck and raced to the airport unknowingly, racing to see Edward's beautiful face and his ridiculous perfection.

When I got to the airstrip a medium sized white jet skimmed the runway and stopped about twenty metres from where I was standing. Edward jumped down onto the little fold out stairs and looked as perfect as ever. He looked like a Hugo Boss model – perfect suit, perfect hair, slight hint of stubble. I wondered if he had his stylist on board with him.

He ran up to me and tried to take me in his arms but I side stepped and headed for the plane. He laughed and yelled in mock surprise, "You only want me for my toys!" So I turned around and kissed him on the cheek and held his hand like a mother would an eight year old, and we walked up the plane steps. I tried to look as at home as possible, but it was difficult when I was this small town lawyer who could last afford a plane ride when I was fourteen. Now I appeared to be dating a loaded ladies man with his own private jet.

Edward was the man that hundreds of girls dream of. I didn't think that a guy like him could exist outside of a movie studio. As for his brothers, well, they were nitwits. No, actually, I take that back. They were smart, and you could tell, but they had no moral values. When people get around people like the Cullen brothers, they just hand everything to them. Money, compliments, praise. It all makes for a nice mansion for their egos to live in. But I have noticed that there is always room for improvement; no matter how much they inflate their self importance, you can always prick it with a pin and watch it deflate. Once you get to know these perfect people, Jasper, Emmett and Edward, you notice they are highly flawed. They are flawed in what they think about people, how they treat people, how they rush things through.

Edward could change, and I could tell because he already had in the time I'd known him. I had heard of Edward Cullen and done some background research on him and his brothers before I met them, and I found they were spoilt rotten by all who met them and had serious egotistical issues. A previous girlfriend had even set up a chat room in which you could bitch about them. I tried not to commit, and on the surface, I had given him nothing. I had never surrendered my feelings to him – on the surface. But the truth of it was that I had already committed far too much already.

But I think he was changing. I could tell. He had realised that his usually fake charm wasn't going to impress me, so he had become more considerate. He thought out what he said to me more; like if he accidentally said something to offend me, he would actually care. I knew that for him, this was unusual behaviour. Maybe I wanted to change him so much that my imagination was making it seem as if I had.

EPOV

Bella was the most beautiful, clever, sensitive and caring woman I have ever met in my life. When we spoke to each other, it was like we were the same person. But she was so interesting! Every little thing about her fascinated me.

During the plane ride, she had forgotten about how she hated me, and I realised she must have thought I was going to hurt her and if I didn't get anything out of her I would give up. Maybe she had sensed my adoration and was more giving this time because of it.

I loved everything about Bella, and I think she sensed that too. We talked about cases, our pasts. Eventually the conversation turned to our colleagues. I asked about Jacob Black, and she turned cold just at the mention of his name. She said he was good and quickly changed the subject. I sensed an underlying bitterness; there was something about Jacob Black that I didn't know.

For the first time I stopped considering women as legs in a skirt and thought of them as equals, perhaps even superiors. Only Bella could change me like this. Everything she said I took in and considered gospel.

"So, where are you kidnapping me to?" she said, her tone becoming serious.

"Well, if I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?" I asked, cracking open a bottle of French Champagne.

"Oooh… Bubbles!" she giggled. At least some of my old charming methods still worked.

As a joke we reclined our chairs next to each other; it looked like we were lying on a flat couch. I poured her some bubbles with great difficulty, and we proceeded to drink them, giggling into our flutes and cracking lame jokes.

"Edward, can you at least give me a hint?" her tone serious again.

Her face was so tantalisingly close to mine – I could her sweet breath tickling my chin. I got distracted for a minute, and then answered.

"I'm sorry, what was the question?"

She giggled and I laughed, and the alcohol must have reached her veins because she leaned ever so slightly down; our lips were almost touching. I closed the gap and we were kissing softy. I ran my hand through her hair and her hand grabbed my shoulder. I traced her bottom lip with my tongue and she denied entrance. We were interrupted then by someone clearing their throat above us. It was the flight attendant. Damn her.

"We have arrived, Mr Cullen."

I have no idea where they are. That is up to you guys! Review and tell me where they should be!