A/N: Sorry about the wait, I broke the . key on my laptop and it was getting serviced. All the wonderful reviewers are amazing, keep it up guys!!

Oh yeah, and the Michael Jackson tribute word in last chapter was when Jacob thought: "Maybe Bella just needed alcohol to thrill er into realising I was the one for her." Get it? Hee hee, I crack myself up.

Disclaimer: As much as I can dream, I do not own anything here.


EPOV:

I watch as the first rays of morning seep in through the crack in the curtains with a feeling of upcoming dread. Bella would wake soon. And then the question haunting both Jacob and my mind will be answered: Will Bella remember her actions last night, or will she be as surprised and disgusted as I am to discover she kissed Jacob? I am praying for the latter.

It has been agony waiting for her to awaken, but now that the time has come I find myself wishing for time to freeze as it is now. Not-knowing would be better than discovering the worst. Maybe I can just turn and start running; then I'd still have a seed of hope that Bella does love me. But I know this is impossible; curiosity killed the cat, and it's about to kill me.

Jacob-who has fallen asleep on the ground, slumped against the wall- yawns, his eyes slowly flickering open. With a stretch of his arms he tardily rises from his position, a smug smile on his face. His attempt to appear calm and unconcerned would be satisfactory if not for the fact that I can read his mind.

Come on and wake up Bella. This tension is killing me!

It's a bit reassuring to know that I'm not the only one in this room anxious. But only a bit.


JPOV:

I almost faint with relief when my acute hearing picks up that Bella's deep breathing is becoming shallower. I just want to get this over and done with; the wait is killing both him and me. Not that I wouldn't mind if the wait killed him, in fact I'd enjoy it immensely. But that's beside the point.

Our eyes are both locked on Bella as we watch her stir, grumbling softly. I hold my breath as she slowly sits up in bed, biting her lip automatically in confusion. She looks back and forth between the two of us, seeming perplexed as to why we're in her room.

My heart sinks. So she was acting under the affects of alcohol after all. The unrealistic alternate lives Bella and I could have together that I'd been fantasising about for the past few hours are just that: unrealistic.

I mentally curse myself for being so stupid. Of course she's choosing Fang-boy over me. Instead of dreaming about our future's I should have spent last night bracing myself for disappointment.


BPOV:

I feign puzzlement as I look back and forth between Edward and Jacob, remembering to bite my lip as I usually do when I'm confused. I'm not a good actress or anything-I detest the spotlight and have steered clear of all the school plays- but my "where am I?" performance has done the trick.

Edwards face lights up with happiness as he trusts my deception. Just as I wanted, he has believed I can't remember last night. Well, now that his hopes are up, they must come down.

I stand slowly, carefully making sure my face remains a steady mask of bewilderment. I loc k eyes with a joyous Edward and proceed to take a few cautious steps towards him.

I smile hesitatingly as I come to stand in front of him. "Edward?" I murmur, as if I'm disorientated.

He smiles back. "Yes, love."

He saw it coming. The second I dropped the fuddled pretence, the innocent smile leaving my lips, he knew. Of course, he could have stopped me. I have no doubts that as he saw my hand rearing back, he could have reached out and grabbed it.

But I think he was beyond caring. I enjoyed every second as I watched the happiness drain from his face and the spark in his eyes going out. And as my hand swung around and slapped the side of his cheek, his face was so full of sorrow that I actually almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

"That," I pronounce coldly, "is for interrupting Jake and I last night."

Just then, three things happen at once. One, Edward fell to his knees. Two, a clan of vampires crashed through my door. And three… uh, well, aren't the first two things enough?


A/N: Hope you liked it! Puh-lease review and tell me your honest thoughts. I need to know: Edward or Jacob?

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