A/N: Sorry for the long wait! Here is chapter 17. Remember I speak Spanish, so I'm sorry for the mistakes this might have. PLEASE COMMENT BACK! I really to read comments people telling me what they think about the story! ENJOY.

Chapter 17

My heart stopped abruptly. And I was sure my mouth was hanging open. But every single cell of my body was totally immobilized. My elbows were at each side of my lay down body trying to support me in Alice's violet bed. The only command my body seemed to receive would be the one of breathing because even my heart was doing whatever it wanted. I was at one tiny step from the heart attack. So young! Bye-bye cruel world, behave well!

"Who kissed your brother?" Edward asked again as his eyes scanned Alice's room. After going from side to side from some times and changing his expression, he suddenly noticed it was me the odd thing in there. "Bella?" He frowned.

And again I couldn't talk. I just stared at him with horror in my face.

"Who kissed your brother, Emmett?" He asked more impatiently and posed his eyes on me one more time. "And what are you doing here, Bell?" He seemed to be going as crazy as I was.

Emmett was still laughing but now he was trying to stop – so, I think, he would be able to talk and burry me alive with what he would say. Alice was staring at each one of us with a desperate face but she seemed with every second passing by more focused on what to do. God, if I didn't have her here what would I do?

"Alright," Edward said annoyed when everyone seemed to be avoiding him. "Could one of you at least talk?"

Alice came to save the day then. "Bella came home because she wanted to have a girls' talk."

"Oh," Edward frowned again, entering to the room and sitting at my feet in the bed. "Why would you want to have a girls' talk? What do you need to talk that you can talk with me? I mean you had your period like a thousand years ago…" Even though I was almost dying I could still glare at him. He breathed deeply and then with a fast movement he placed my legs over his lap. Could he make this a little more awkward already? "And Emmett, could you please tell me what was that of someone kissing your brother? That I assume it's me because I'm your only brother here---"

Edward was going to continue with the babbling when Emmett cut him off. Oh my God, please don't do it Emmett, please don't! "I said that because I heard Be----"

"Oh! Who lives in a pineapple under the sea? SpongeBob SquarePants! Absorbent and yellow and porous is he! SpongeBob SquarePants!" Yep, that was Alice. Alice singing SpongeBob SquarePants' theme song. Don't know what flew through her head in the moment of choosing the song, but she did it just in time. Because now Emmett and Edward were staring at her in immense disbelief. And luckily Emmett had his mouth shut. For now.

"Alright, Alice, it's okay. You can tell us if you don't feel well, we'll help you, alright sweety?" Edward teased as he gave me a she-has-lost-her-mind look. But this time I couldn't even smile back. I really didn't want Edward to know what I'd dreamt. Why ruining this friendship with awkward situations? He wouldn't feel comfortable with me if he knew I could be dreaming whatever God knows of him! His eyes were puzzled for some seconds as he tried to scrutinize my statue expression.

"Ha ha," She said and looked at Emmett. I could see her glaring at him with desperate eyes as if he would catch the hint of SHUTTING UP! But, Emmett? Seriously, Emmett catching a hint? Not in this world possible.

Emmett sighed. "Well, as I was saying Edward, that's something you would have to answer. I mean, how come you don't know? Didn't you kiss B--- OUCH!" And yes that super Alice coming one more time to save the day, and guess what she did? She trod on Emmett's left foot with her wheelchair. Oh my, that Alice! But way to go, girl!

Emmett was staring at Alice with childish eyes as he was pouted. I could see Edward thinking his siblings had suddenly gone out of their minds, I could see him planning his visits to the madhouse already. He was rubbing his head, trying to understand this lunatic situation. And I was still without being able to talk.

"Why did you do that, Alice?!" Emmett complained with that same childish face on him.

Alice stared deeply into her older brother's eyes. "Emmett," she muttered. "I need to go to your room, there is something there I need."

"Umm, go?" He said as if it was obvious.

Alice sighed heavily. "With you, Emmett." She muttered under her breathe again, her tone gaining annoyance by the end. "I need that book you have on your shelf that I want to read…" She was making that same face to see if he could finally catch it.

Emmett stared at her blankly. "Book? I don't have books!"

Jeez Emmett, come on! I know you can do this! "Well, it's not a book- book! It's kind of a magazine, a sport magazine! Yes, that! You have some of those there in somewhere, don't you?" She was almost shouting by now. It was hilarious to see, if I wouldn't be so at the edge of my heart attack I would so have laughed.

His eyes were lost for a second as he thought. "I think I have one of those somewhere… yeah. But I don't think you'd like that, you are too girly."
Alice almost growl, fed up. "Emmett, just--- go to the damn room with me!" Wow, our little pixie did have her temper. Emmett's eyes widened at her words, but he only shrugged at Edward with a defeated look and walked out of the room – with Alice literally on his heels. THANK YOU, ALICE!

"So," Edward breathed when the quietness found this crazy room again. "What is this all about? And why are you as pale as a vampire?" He frowned again, as he scrutinized my dead face.

The words were buried so deep down my body that I couldn't find them no matter how much I was looking for them. It was actually frustrating, only staring at his eyes in blank without anything to say.

"Bella?" He shouted as he waved a hand in front of me. "Are you somewhere in there, Bell?"

I nodded some times. At least I still could do that.

"Alright," He widened his eyes. "If you don't talk now, I'm calling the police." He teased with in an old woman voice.

And there I burst out. And hey! The words came again! "Why would you call the police? What am I a mute murderer now?"

He grinned at me and then gave me one of his 'so-mysterious' looks. "You never know. And I'm glad you are not dead, I was starting to worry that you'd be Bella's ghost."

I stack my tongue at him and stayed quiet. His hands were rubbing the fabric of my jeans in an unconscious way. His eyes lost in some thought of his complex mind. "What did Emmett mean with 'you kiss my brother' thing?" He asked almost in a whisper and stared at my eyes.

And my heart jumped with such intensity that I thought it was finally the last beat. Oh, it was teasing me like hell lately! I made my best to compose my creepy face but I don't know if I actually did it any better.

"Umm, what?" I almost choked. Yep, genius Bella! That was the only thing that came to my mind. And yes, I was going to deny it.

He frowned. "What, what?"

"What?" I said again. God, I must have looked like a total whacko here.

He stared at me with puzzled eyes. "Did you hear to what I said?"

"What did you say?"

Edward rolled his eyes at my side. "You know, you really should go and see a specialist, you are not hearing that well lately." He chuckled at the end, making his pattern on my jeans stronger.

"Yes, maybe I should. I really don't like going to the doctor and all, because you already know I don't like blood… It's like this ugly red thing with a mixture of metal and salty taste, and it's---"

"Bella," Edward stared directly into my eyes. "I do know how you feel about blood, I could seriously write a book about it." He rolled his eyes. I could feel I was annoying him, but anything would be better than talking about that impossible dream of mine.

Alright, maybe I could really forget about it. Like it never happened. Yes forget the dream. Dream forgotten... Dream? What dream?

Yes, as if it was that easy! "Right, just checking." I muttered under by breathe.

He chuckled again. "So, I repeat it for you. Please listen this time; it's not that difficult… WHY DID MY BROTHER, EMMETT, SAY 'YOU KISSED MY BROTHER'?" He modulated every word slowly, as if he was talking to a five-year-old. I was sure behaving like one!

"Did Emmett say that? Really?" I made my best to look completely clueless. But Bell + acting skills = not something so nice.

He frowned again. "Yes Bell, you were here. What was he talking about?"

"I really don't know what you are saying, Edward. Seriously, are you sure you are not the one with the hearing problems?" Way to go. I was really astonished of the progress of my acting skills. And the 'breathing-in-breathing-out' therapy was helping a lot.

He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I'm sure… but don't worry, I'll ask him later." OVER MY DEAD BODY – that unluckily it wouldn't be so hard, my friend the heart attack was threatening to give myself to the dark side in mere seconds. "So… A girls' talk, huh? What did you need to talk about?"

I almost choked again. "It's a girls' talk, Edward. The last time I checked you were still a guy."

"The last time you checked?" He arched an eyebrow playfully and chuckled.

Red overcame my face. "Oh, come on Edward! It's a saying!" I complained as I punched his arm.

"Alright, but… anyway, why would you need to talk to Alice and not to me? I feel jealous." He said, pouting as a little boy.

"Oh, Edwin baby feels jealous here?" I played, stroking his hair in a mother-like way. But I had to stop the action abruptly because my super brain just recreated that same scene strongly in my head, so strong – that I thought my heart would crash my chest.

A laughing Edward turned suddenly to a puzzled Edward. "What's wrong?"

I gulped and took my legs from his lap with a tough movement – I didn't know why, it was a total involuntary movement. "Umm, my legs were numbed."

"Your hand too?" He asked, frowning once again.

"Yep. My body is sleepy." I nodded and laughed trying to light up the situation.

He sighed and stared to the front again. "Whenever you want to tell me what happens, I'm here." He whispered. And I suddenly felt bad for hiding this from him… but how could I say anything? I really hadn't deciphered it myself yet! And what would I say, 'hey, you know, it's funny… last night I dreamt I kissed you and now I can't get it off my head?!' Yes, that would be just awesome.

"Sure. So how was your training?" I needed to change the topic and besides I did want to know about that.

He shrugged. "Like always, I guess… but I was just a little bit distracted."

"Distracted? Why?"

"Men problems…" He grinned mischievously.

"Nice one," I muttered back and crossed my arms over my chest.

We stayed quite for some minutes then. Minutes that seemed of an eternity. He insisted on taking my legs to his lap one more time, and I let it… defeated. Besides his touch had always calmed me down, always made me feel safe.

He suddenly stared at me with a look I couldn't interpret well. "I've been thinking… and maybe I know what's this girls' talk about…"

Oh boy. My heart beat with violence again, my hands started to sweat. This was impossible! How did he find out?! "You do?" I almost choked.

"Yes, I think I do." He said really serious, his voice wasn't anything nice. "And I really don't like it…"

Ouch. I know I wasn't Miss. U.S.A., but I wasn't that horrible either. "Yeah, well, sorry about that." I slapped at him. "But I guess it's none of your business… is something mine in the end, isn't it?" I didn't know why, but I was somehow getting angry.

His eyes widened and I thought I could see pain on them for a fraction of a second before he composed again.

"I know it's not, and it's only yours… just be careful, you know? You never know…" He muttered looking to his hands.

You never know WHAT? This was starting to be really frustrating. "Well, I do know actually. And I don't think it will happen more than once!" I was more upset with every second passing by. And I could see his expression changing too.

He laughed a bit bitterly. "Trust me, if it happens once… it happens more than once, many, many more times than just one."

Okay, now I was angry. What did he think he was?! As if I hadn't anything better to do than dreaming that I kissed him! "Well, it's really not gonna happen. Trust me." I muttered. Taking my legs from his lap with one single movement.

He stared at me with disbelief. "I just thought that you didn't want this… I thought you were different." He was somehow hurt.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN, EDWARD?" I was truly upset now. What was he treating me of? What did he think I wanted? And even if I wanted anything, I thought him more of a gentleman… now I understood why Jacob and Jasper said he wasn't.

"I mean that--- you are different Bell. Different from anyone I've ever known. And now, with this… you are just like the others, you know? Just… I don't know, why? I mean, you seriously want this?" His voice was huskier by now, and the pain on his eyes more evident.

But this was hurting me too. I never thought I would be just as everyone after dreaming this, I mean, I felt the same… And I knew I was the only one immune to Edward's charm but I couldn't do anything here, it wasn't me wanting this! I didn't even know if I want this, I just dreamt it for God's sake!

"Edward, I thought you would understand… we are friends, aren't we?" I breathed.

"Of course we are, and it is your choice. I just thought you thought different of this; I thought you never wanted to have sex, that's what you said the other night---"

"Wa-wa-wait! What? Have sex? Who ever talked about having sex? It was just a dream!" I shrieked almost at the edge of the heart attack again. Was he kidding me?

His eyes widened. "You dreamt you had sex with Jasper?"

Okay, now I was seriously lost. "What? Jasper?"

"Yes, Jasper Hale… remember him? The one you are going to go on a date tonight? In his house?" He asked with one of his 'are-you-kidding-me' looks on his face.

I rolled my eyes at him. "What were you talking about, exactly?"

He stared at me as if it was too obvious. "I was talking about Jasper and you… tonight you are going to his house and I was just thinking that I don't think his parents will be there. And that, well… he's going to cook for you, and you are going to be alone with him in his house…" He widened his eyes, as if I would catch the implicit words.

I frowned at him. "You think I'm going to have sex with Jasper? I didn't even kiss him!"

"You just told me you will!" He almost shouted - his hands anxious at his sides.

"No! Of course not, Edward! I was talking about the dream!" I shouted back, too hysteric to just talk – and think.

"What dream?" His eyes were truly puzzled. And there it hit me. So he had been talking about Jasper this whole time – he thought I would have sex with Jasper? He'd never known about the dream?

There only one thing to say. And I'd blushed before even saying it. "The one I had with Jasper," I muttered, unable to speak loudly.

I felt him tense at my feet somehow. "So you did dream you had sex with him?"

I gulped. "Well, not exactly… I mean--- I'm not telling you my dream, Edward! It's private!" I finished. No way was I going to talk about something like that – something I hadn't even dreamt in firs place!

He sighed in relief – and I did the same. "So you are not thinking of having sex with him?" The question came almost in a whisper – as if he knew he couldn't really ask it.

I shook my head, slowly. "No, Edward. I told you I'd never have sex… I told you I would only make love. And I so don't think I'm in love with Jasper. I'm barely getting to know him!" I felt more relieved by now. I know I hadn't tell him about the dream, but something made me feel better – as if I had the need to clear up that I would never do it with Jasper. I didn't think it possible really. I just wanted to spend a good time, to feel good.

He suddenly chuckled, his eyes playful. "So you came here to talk about Alice about that dream?"

I blushed again and laughed. "I guess I did…"

"Yeah, because she has so much experience." He chuckled one more time. And then placed my legs on his lap again. But I let him this time. I know I hadn't told him of the dream, but it felt as if he understood me anyway… I felt relieved with him by my side.

"Bell?" He said after some more minutes of quietness.

"Yes?"

He breathed deeply. "Would you do me a favor?"

"I'll try…" I shrugged.

"Would you promise me you would be careful anyway, please?" There was that pain in his voice again.

And I knew exactly what was he talking about. "Of course I will. Don't worry." I couldn't not smile, I truly felt safe around him. He'd always take care of me; never let anybody hurt me… even myself. I was truly thankful about that.

"I suggest you eat a pizza, before." He stared at me with playful eyes.

"Before?"

"Before you see Jasper, I seriously don't think he can cook that well." He laughed and began his absentminded patter over my legs again.

I stack my tongue at him. "You'd be surprise."

"Yeah, whatever." He sighed and stood up from the bed with an energetic movement.

He went to the stereo and put some rock from the '80s.

"Hey, Edwin?" I shouted through the music.

"Yeah?"

"It's nice you think I'm different." I grinned, unable to leave the comment to myself.

"Yeah, Bell. It's okay being crazy, don't worry… problems can fix." He chuckled and gave me a teasing look.

"Ha ha," I mocked.

"Hey, let's go find Emmett! I seriously want to know about that 'you kiss my brother' thing." He said as he stormed through Alice's door.

And he wouldn't just leave it alone, wouldn't he? I so hope Alice had convinced Emmett not to say anything… but how? Would have she promised him a huge teddy bear?