A/N: Chapter 12…Hello to my lovely readers. This chapter is especially dedicated to Nathalie and Lucy. Thanks to my you tube and twitter friends…Thanks for your support and friendship. I love you all.

These characters originally belong to S.M…but in MY ALL…they belong to me….

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Chap.12

WHO KNOWS WHO?

EDWARD

I didn't sleep a wink all night. A night of anxiety, of anger, of doubts, of waiting. One minute I was lying on my bed, eyes wide-opened staring at the ceiling, the next minute, sitting on the couch smoking cigarette after cigarette. The next moment, peeping through to windows to see if there was any activity going on across the street, in Isabella's condo. And there was nothing. No presence, complete darkness.

And the inner voice in my head…That damn motherfucker was here with me all the time…insinuating that maybe there were some activities in Bella's bedroom at that precise moment…and the venom of doubt and anger was circulating in my thoughts…my imagination completely filled with images of them making love.

My Bella with that son of a bitch. I was really freaking out, feeling utterly absurd and absolutely losing control.

I've never felt this way in my whole fucking life. It was so easy with girls. I didn't have to chase after any of them. Just a look, a wink and a smile and that was it. Girls didn't put up resistance to me. And now there was that girl…Isabella…always in my head…and I did know what to do…how to behave….I was so attracted to her…physically and now evidently emotionally.

At nine in the morning, I called Jasper, waking him up. I told him that I had to go out. I could not stay here, worrying, doubting and peeping. I called Tia, too. I needed to talk to someone, the pain in my chest too hurtful to endure. She told me that she had to close the café tonight. She finished her shift at 12:00, and I told her that I would pick her up after her night at Le Café de la Place.

I took a quick shower, towel-dried, dressed myself and packed a few clothes since I had no intention of sleeping at the condo tonight and went out. It was raining cats and dogs. Rain outside, dark clouds in my heart. And I saw Isabella through the widow. She waved at me, but I did not respond. I was there, staring at her…without moving. Heavy rain falling on me. But I did not care….

I finally moved and slipped in the SUV. Isabella was still behind the window, watching me. I put my Porsche in reverse, hitting the accelerator faster than usual and then was on the road driving to Montreal.

I arrived at Jasper's apartment about one hour later. He lived in downtown Montreal, not very far from the college. His loft was small but pretty cozy.

He offered me a cup of coffee, all-buttered croissants, strawberry jam and cheese.

I was not hungry at all. I forced the food in my mouth, feeling a bit nauseated after a few bites. And I drank a coffee….a first cup…a second cup….a third cup…

Jasper was staring at me and waiting. Then I began to talk. My attraction to Isabella, both physical and mental. I told him about the man I saw with her yesterday…My despair….my doubts…my anger….everything.

And Jasper listened.

All this shit was so new to me. I didn't know how to deal with it. I didn't know how to deal with Isabella. I was so fucking obsessed with her. She was a real fascination to me.

"Well, Edward…I think it is about time you really talk to her…" Jasper said. "I see the two of you in class, constantly staring at each other. She is not indifferent to you, man. And are you sure this man is her boyfriend? Maybe he is just a friend or a member of her family…I don't know, buddy…If you don't talk to her…How can you know?"

"I tried to talk to her at the beginning of the week about that night at the cocktail in New York, but she did not give me a fucking minute…I don't know Jazz…I don't know what to do….Jesus-Christ…."

"Well Eddie….You'll have to find a way…Better to know the truth then to live in constant turmoil. And she is not acting the same way she did the first day she saw you. I noticed that you were looking at each other, but she was clearly avoiding speaking to you…And then she began to talk to you…Fuck, Edward…she even helped you in translating an exercise. Stop complaining and move. Set up a meeting with Bella…Invite her for a coffee after school…Take her somewhere…I don't know…But do something…"

"Okay, Jasper. I'll try to talk to her next week. Maybe this time she will hear me out…Thanks for listening."

"I like you, Edward…You are nice guy….I am sure that something good will come out soon. Just talk to her…and you'll see. So I have to do some shopping. I need new clothes. You want to come."

"Yep…That's fine with me…Where do you want to go? " I asked him.

"On Ste-Catherine Street. Just a few blocks from here. We don't have to drive. We'll just walk…Anyway it is hard to find a place to park the car since it's Saturday…I know it's going to be really crowded."

"Okay, Jasper. Let's go. Maybe I'll buy some clothes too."

And we arrived on the street. It was not raining anymore. The weather was quite unsettled with some bright intervals of sun. It was mild and warm.

There were a lot of people on Ste-Catherine Street. And we made frequent stops, girls recognizing me and asking for autographs. Jasper was all smiles, realizing that evidently I was famous and that I could not be always as anonymous as I intended to be.

It was pleasant though, nobody trying to follow me through the stores. We went to American Eagle, to Zara, to Banana Republic and to Ogilvy. I bought two pairs of jeans, three t-shirts, two shirts and a leather jacket. Jasper bought some clothes too. We went to HMW to buy some CD's and to Nike. I needed a pair of new running shoes, mine being pretty worn. I paid for everything with my gold visa credit card and then we went to Mister Steel, a snack-bar which was located very near the Nike boutique. I was hungrier now and ate a double cheese-burger, fries and a diet coke. Jasper ordered the same and we ate, still talking about everything that was on our minds.

We went to his place again and watched some TV. We watched a movie called 'The time's traveller life'…a love story…that ended sadly….and My God…I was reacting like a fucking damn pussy, tears falling on my cheeks.

It was around 7:00 and Jazz asked me if I wanted to go to that bar. I was willing to do anything to keep my mind from thinking about Isabella and that bastard who was with her.

Jasper and I took our respective cars and we drove to the bar 'Les deux Pierrots'. The ambiance was great and the music very good. The place was cozy and really charming. We drank a few beers, singing the songs we knew. There were English tunes as well as French songs. The place was fully-crowded, some girls who already knew Jasper sitting with us at our tables. One of the girl was clearly attracted to me, but I did not respond to her winks, or to the many touches, her hand constantly brushing my knee or my arm or my cheek or my hair…evidently there was something very wrong with me…usually this girl would have ended her night in my bed….me fucking her as it was my usual behaviour when I was in contact with hot chicks. But Isabella was the only girl I wanted…and I had no reaction whatsoever. At 11:30 I left the bar and went back to my SUV to pick up Tia. I needed to talk to her about Bella. Maybe a girl point of view would help to clarify the whole fucked-up Swan-Cullen situation.

At 11:55 I was at 'Le café de la Place and Tia was already waiting for me. I drove her back to her place and she invited me in.

I sat on the couch. She offered me a beer and we began to talk. I told her everything about Isabella. I talked a lot and she listened. And she said the same things Jasper said in the morning. The same advice, but she added something that struck me like lighting.

"You know, Edward, I've been listening to you for an hour or so. There is much more then sexual and emotional attraction here…You are in love Edward…You are in love with Isabella Swan…"

"Jesus Christ, Tia…I hardly know here…I've known her for a week."

"Edward, it doesn't take time to fall in love. Love is not fixing up an appointment. Love at first sight…does it ring a bell to you? Maybe it was not at first sight for you the first time you met Bella. You were intoxicated with alcohol and drug…and you had that fight with Irina….you were not you that night. But from the first day you saw her at school….Edward….you are in love, darling….I don't know Isabella….I don't know her feelings for you….But you, Edward….well you are in love, buddy…Cupid's dart is in your heart, darling."

Fuck…now I was in real trouble. I was falling for Bella. I was in love with Isabella Swan.

I slept at Tia's apartment. Not in her bed…on the couch. I couldn't cheat on Bella now…No fucking around with any other girl…It was only Bella now…only her…She had to hear me out…I could not run away from her…She was my life now…If only she would give me a chance….if only this man in the uniform was not her boyfriend…if only he was just a friend…The maybe yes and maybe no were very present in my thoughts now.

I slept that night…but my sleep was restless…dreaming of Isabella….in my arms…..and interrupted with nightmares when it was that man holding my Bella in his arms.

BELLA

I was looking through the window when I saw Edward. Robert was still sleeping and I didn't make any noise to let him sleep. I waved to him, but Edward did not wave back. And we were staring at each other and he looked so sad. Rain falling on his hair and on his jacket. It seemed a long time, although it was just mere minutes. Then he opened his door and got in his SUV…and I kept staring at him and at his Porsche till he disappeared. Where was he going? Did he receive bad news? I was still at the window when Robert came to my side.

"Enjoying the rain, Bella" Robert asked in a soft voice.

"No, not really…I was just waiting for you to get up, lazy boy." I answered to him….evidently lying to myself and to him.

"So are you hungry, Rob? …I know a very nice place where we could go to eat. It's not very far from here."

"Yep, great idea. I am going to dress and we will go. I am starving."

"Okay then. I'll begin my homework and we will go as soon as you are ready.

Make yourself at home. There are towels in the bathroom if you want to take a shower…"

"Okay Bella. I need a shower and I'll try to make it fast…No lady is going to wait for me this morning," he added, laughing.

"Take your time….No need to hurry…"

And he went to bathroom to take a shower.

I was trying to concentrate on my French homework, but I was thinking of Edward. Where was he going? And that look in his eyes…his body language…he looked devastated.

There was something wrong with him and with me….I shouldn't have cared…but I did…

This week at school. The first day when he tried to talk to me…I was so angry…and then the following days…he was so nice and sweet to everybody in the class….and so beautiful…always so beautiful and so gorgeous…

I was clearly lost in my train of thoughts, and I did not hear Robert coming out of the shower….a towel wrapped around his waist. Jesus Christ…this man was sexy as hell, too. And, my God…he looked like Edward…I mean, he could be his brother….both of them tall, dishevelled hair, chiselled chest and muscled. The color of their eyes and hair were not the same though. Robert's eyes were pale blue and Edward's were green-emerald. Edward's hair was bronze-cooper and Rob's was brownish-blond. But apart from these, they had both the same stature. And there was something else with Edward…I don't know…his masculinity…his manliness…his way of walking….so sensual and so virile…He affected me in a way I was never affected before…

"A penny for your thoughts?" Robert asked me, drawing me out of my reverie.

"Oh! Nothing….I am just trying to concentrate memorizing these French questions," I said, lying again for the second time…

"Okay, then. I'll get dressed and let's go to that restaurant," he retorted back.

He came back ten minutes later. He wore a beige long-sleeved woollen sweater, dark blue jeans and a dark blue beanie….He was awesome…

The restaurant 'Le Grille-Pain' was located on Des Laurentides Boulevard, approximately ten minutes from my condo. I discovered this restaurant on the very first days I moved to Laval. The food was exquisite and the people working at this place were very nice.

I talked to Ross, the owner of the establishment, and he asked us to follow him to the far end of his restaurant, the waitresses setting a table which was close to a window.

I ordered French Suzette pancakes and a café latté and Robert took eggs, bacon and sausages and a cappuccino.

While we were waiting for our breakfast, Robert began to talk. And I was captivated by all the places he had visited throughout the world. As he was a pilot, his job sent him to travel all around the world. He visited Europe, Asia, Africa and America for sure and also visited many exotic islands.

This year though he was mostly flying from the USA to Canada. And he was pretty happy about it, too. He asked me about the French classes and my new life in Laval.

Then the conversation changed into a more serious one. We talked about friendship between a man and a woman.

"I know some people don't believe in a real friendship between a man and a woman." Robert said. "What about you, Bella? ...Do you believe it's possible?"

"Well certainly, Robert…My best friends are girls though…I have a male friend, too…He was my boss in New York, though I am not as close to him as I am with my gals."

"And do you believe in a friendship between a man and a woman with sexual intercourse between the two of them? No strings attached…two great friends who share some kind of intimacy," he added in a soft voice.

I was a bit surprised by his question, not shocked, just a bit surprised.

"Well…I don't know, Robert. I am open-minded to sexuality. But as far as I am concerned, I don't think I could fuck…excuse-me…with one of my male friend.

The only men I made love to were men that I was in love with."

"And I don't judge anybody. People can do whatever they want as long as they are honest and sincere."

"Well you've got a point here. Honesty and sincerity are two important values," Robert added.

"I know it is very hard to maintain a great friendship when there is sexual intercourse…I know some friends of mine who succeed at it, while some others had to deal with great pain after such actions."

"So is that what happened to you, Robert"…Were you the one hurt or were you the one to do the hurting?" I asked him.

"I was the one hurt," he added. "And I am still hurt…here…pointing to his head and there pointing his heart. Lizzie was a stewardess often working with me on different flights…It was after my divorce. We had many things in common, we appreciated each other. We began to go out…not dating…but a real friendship…and then a night she wanted to make love to me. I accepted but my feelings gradually changed. The more we made love…the more I was in love….and she was not…"

The waitress brought us our meals and after this interruption Robert continued talking.

"I am attracted to you Bella…very attracted…but our friendship is far more important than my sexual attraction. I hope I don't shock you. As you said, honesty and sincerity are important. That is why I am opening my heart to you, Isabella. I want you as my friend in my life. I am not ready for love…not yet."

"That's fine with me, Robert, and as we are in the middle of confessions here," I added laughing, "I think you are a hell of a gorgeous man…sexy as hell…but there is something going on in my life right now and I seriously don't know how to deal with that shit right now."

"Well since I am your best male friend…why don't you talk to me? Maybe I could help…if not, I can at least listen," he retorted back, winking at me this time.

And I began to talk about this well-known famous actor I met in New York a while ago. Our first encounter, which was a real nightmare to me, and that he was now attending the same French class and that he was also living across the street, just in front of my condo.

"Were you watching him this morning, Bella? Were you peeking through the window to see him?" Robert asked.

"Yes, Robert, I was…I don't know what to think…There is so much sexual tension between the two of us at school. It is almost unbearable…And Jesus Christ…I don't know….he is so nice and so sweet at school. Completely different from the guy I met in New York…he not only attracts me sexually now…there is something else…and this morning I saw him leaving his condo….He looked so sad…I almost wanted to go and see him to ask what was going on…"

"Bella what is the name of that guy? …not that it can make any difference…but I am just curious…"

"He is Edward Cullen."

"Edward…I know Edward," Rob retorted back.

"Umm….you know Edward? When did you meet him? ...How come you know him?"

"I met him on a flight….I mean more than once….He travelled often last year from New York to Toronto while he was filming The Harry Clearwater movies. He was always so nervous during the flights. That's how I began to talk to him…and I went out with him in Toronto. He invited me for dinner…we hung out sometimes. He is really a very nice guy."

"Well, Robert, the first time I met him…he behaved like a fucking bastard and a complete jerk."

"I am very surprised, Bella. What happened?"

I told Robert about the famous cocktail party, and how Edward had treated me. How I was insulted and angry….but now there was something different. I was not furious anymore. I just couldn't understand why a guy could be such a fucking asshole and such a good guy.

"Did you talk to him, Isabella? Did he give you any explanations?"

"He tried, but I stopped him…I was not ready to hear any of his bullshit…I don't know now…may be I should talk to him." I said.

"Well, Bella, I think you should. I don't excuse Edward. The way he treated you was very, very wrong. But I tell you I don't know what happened to Edward that day before the cocktail. But it is not his actual behaviour. I know he has some trouble dealing with his fame. All those girls throwing themselves at him. Sometimes he is very tired of that shit. He once told me that all those girls are showing him interest because of his name, his look, his celebrity and his money. I think it is time that you get to know the real Edward…not the one you met at the party."

"I think so too, Rob…Next week if he doesn't make a move I will."

"Good, Bella….So what do you want to do this afternoon…Would you like to watch a movie, go to the theatre? …name it…I am ready…"

"Well, there is this new movie with Ashton Kutcher…I love him…maybe it's a girl movie…I don't know…."

"Well why not? ....Let's go watch that movie….Anything to please my sweet best female friend Bella," he added, laughing.

And we went to the movie. Ashton played the role of a seducer and it ended quite sadly.

But Robert was there to lift up my mood. He was clever, witty and very funny. He told me of some hilarious events that sometimes happened while he was flying….like that time there was a skunk on board that doused and peed on the luggage in the baggage hold…and how the smell was terrible, everybody having their mask on their faces….they didn't know how the skunk got there….just seemed to him that she wanted to get a free boarding pass to go to Mexico…. I laughed a lot and I enjoyed the time I was with him.

Then we were back at the condo. No trace of Edward. He was still on my mind…on and off….I cooked dinner…Basilica, Pesto mussels, mashed potatoes, breadcrumbs and cheese. Robert cut some vegetables, fried them in garlic oil….and we were ready to eat.

The wine was good, the food was delicious, our conversation interesting. After dinner we began to play Scrabble. I won, he won…and we laughed a lot. He was trying to create some words that didn't even exist…and trying to make me believe that they were old ancient English words.

Then it was time to go to bed…we were both pretty tired….yawning and trying to keep our eyes opened.

I took a quick shower and Rob did the same. He kissed me softly on the lips and went to bed…me in my room…him in the guest room. But before going to sleep, I went to the living room; peeping through the window….Edward was not home…I went to sleep feeling sad and confused.

The next morning I heard Robert's cell phone buzzing. And I heard his voice.

"Oh…Are you sure you can't find someone else? I did a lot of replacement last week and I am pretty exhausted."

"Oh! Okay! I understand….I know…that damn flu….I'll be at the airport at 12:00."

"What's going on, Robert? Is there someone sick? .Don't tell me you have to leave…."

"Yes, darling….A pilot caught the flu. In fact, a lot of the staff is sick…I am so sorry…I have to go…"

"At what time do you have to be at the airport?"

"In two hours, Bella….The plane is leaving at 1:00…I have to be at the airport at 12:00…"

"It sucks. I wanted to go to the Mount-Royal today….It is sunny and the mountain with all those leaves and their magnificent colors…we are missing a beautiful day…"

"I know, Bella….seems that I don't have the choice here…" Robert retorted.

"But I'll come back as soon as possible. You are in my life now Bella."

"You are part of my life, too… but I am still annoyed…Well…What do you want for breakfast?"

"Let's go to Tim Horton's…I am not that hungry…I'll just take a coffee and a muffin." Rob said.

"Yes, Master," I retorted back, laughing.

I got dressed while Rob was packing his things. He came out of the room…sexy as hell…in his pilot's uniform. Then we went in the van, and he noticed I was checking if Edward's car was in his driveway….

"He is not there Bella…but you know what you have to do….Talk to him darling…."

"Yes I will, Robert…I will…"

We went to Tim Horton and one and a half hours later, I dropped him off at the airport.

He kissed me on the forehead, took his suitcase and walked through the doors. He waved at me, blowing a kiss and then disappeared.

I drove back home feeling sad and lonely. My best male friend was gone….and I did not know where Edward was.

I arrived on my street and then I saw Edward's SUV….I let out a deep sigh of relief…He was finally at home.

End of chapter 12

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this chapter….well now we have both Edward and Bella pretty confused…and Rob…he is attracted to Bella…he wants her to be his friend…and he knows Edward….Tell me what you think…Do you think that Edward will be the first one to talk or is it Bella who will make the move?…and Rob….will he want more than a friendship?….Who knows?

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