So it's been a while, first I just want to declare that I do not own twilight. To follow, I hope you've all had good summers, here is the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it!

"Jacob hide your shame!" It took me a minute before I fully registered what was going on.

"Fuck." I opened my eyes to see Sam standing at the edge of our bed, a stupid grin on his face. Jake came to seconds later, sending a look of confusion Sam's way before realizing he wasn't at all covered by our duvet.

"Shit Sam! Why are you even here this early?" Jacob asked rather annoyed after he had covered his manhood.

"First of all it's not early; it's officially the middle of the day. And I'm here because you told me you'd be packed by now and that I could come get your suitcase to load onto the bus."

"Well just pick it up later." Sam wasn't happy with that answer.

"Jacob your concert here is tomorrow and after it we leave; you need to get packed now."

"Actually at the moment there are more pressing matters like for example putting clothes on." Sam just rolled his eyes.

"Okay, I'm leaving but you better get packed Jake."

"Don't worry Sam, he'll be already to go by tonight."

"See I want to believe you Bella but your lady parts are like crack to Jacob-" Jacob cut him off before he could finish that thought.

"Okay and with that you're gone."

"Don't I pay someone to do this?" Jacob groaned into the pile of clothes sitting beside him that he was currently going through. For two hours he's been packing, moving slower than a snail and questioning everything I've suggested he pack.

"No, you pay someone to design your wardrobe on stage. What you're asking for right now is a mother."

"But this is so fucking hard, I have to decide what clothes I want with me for five months." I rolled my eyes.

"For God sakes Jacob, you've never cared about what clothes you're wearing. Now what is this really about?" He sighed before looking at me.

"It's about me not wanting to leave you for five fucking months, that's what it's about."

"Jacob, you're following your dream. Isn't that worth not being able to sleep beside me?"

"That's what I had convinced myself when the date first started to get closer but then you were in the hospital and now…" He didn't have to finish his sentence for me to know where he was going with this.

"I'm not leaving you Jacob, I'm here for good. Not even being hit by a car can take me away from you."

"I just want you to come with me, there's enough room on the bus for Eli, Angela and you."

"Jacob, Eli's three he needs a lot more room then a bus can offer. Besides you know I have my own obligations, I don't think my new manager would be impressed if I decided to become a groupie." He groaned, getting up from his place on the floor so he could sit beside me on the bed.

"I know that's impossible Bella but it's what I want. I don't want to go through five months without being near you, being able to smell you… being able to touch you." I had something I was trying to keep a surprise but I knew at this instant if I didn't tell Jacob about it he'd end up backing out of his tour.

"Jacob, look at me." He turned to face me, his black eyes screaming for a way out of the tour.
"Jake I was trying to keep this a surprise, and I know it's nothing close to going on tour with you but I was planning to attend a couple of your concerts."

"What? Bella, I'm only doing one concert in Los Angeles."

"Yes but thankfully I'm not confined to city limits. I'm going to see your Seattle show as well as your Portland show and your New York show." I didn't really want to admit to him that I as well couldn't handle being away from him for too long. That's why I had planned to spend some time in Washington, coincidently during the time he was coming through the area. And when I talked to my new manager, Jane, about getting me some photo shoots in New York she was quick in creating a reason for me to get to see Jacob there as well.

Jacob stared at me with a blank expression for a minute until a smile started to creep across his face.

"You know what this means Bella?" He asked me with a sly smile on his face.

"What?"

"It means you're going to miss me just as much."

I had promised myself I wasn't going to cry but the first act of the concert hadn't even taken the stage yet and I was in tears. Jacob had spent as much of the day with Eli as possible to give him some sense of closure before the tour and of course to try and make enough memories to last him five months. Finally the time for the Los Angles concert had come and I'd holed myself away in my private viewing spot. The last thing Jake needed at the moment was my tears psyching him out and I knew enough about performing to respect his space anyways.

The show thankfully started on time with the first act performing up beat pop music in barely any clothing, not that I'm one to judge. As I watched Jessica perform her act I got the feeling she was going to cause problems. Her whole demeanor screams "Over eager" in her pursuits of partners. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not the jealous type. With my line of work I know exactly how useless getting upset is over two people working together.

No the problem is that ever since we put a label to our relationship Jacob gets pissed when somebody hits on him. And the more they pursue him the angrier he gets. So I can't help but hope that someone gave Jessica or "Jessi" as she goes by on stage the heads-up. There's little scarier then an angry giant with a gun toting posse.

Jessica finished her set and the next two acts after that went off without a hitch. Finally Jacob's crew was setting up the stage for him. I was lost in watching the preparations when I heard a throat clear.

"Bella." Jacob was behind me in all his glory, wearing a pair of dark wash jeans and a wife beater with some sort of dark blue designer label jacket over top of it.

"Jake you shouldn't be here; I don't wanna throw you off your game."

"I needed to see you; you're my good luck charm." He told me before pressing a soft kiss onto my forehead. It looked like he was going to say more but he was cut off by a frantic sounding Sam who was obviously searching for him.

"Go break a leg; I'll be here when you're done." He nodded, kissing me one last time before jogging in the direction of Sam's voice.

Five minutes later he took the stage, guns a blazing with all his energy. The crowd roared at his presence, filled with anticipation and expectation after sitting through all the openers. I was mesmerized, watching a man who had more energy flowing through him now then I had seen in the past months. It was then that all my previous thoughts were confirmed; Jacob needed this tour as much as his fans needed to have the chance to see him live.

I didn't even notice the time go by but eventually he was wrapping up after a third encore. Sam came around to my spot so he could help me move to the V.I.P room.

"That was phenomenal Sam." He nodded.

"That's the reason I wanted to become his agent back when he was just an 18 year old in Seattle. When he performs he transforms into an unstoppable force that nobody can take their eyes off of.

Once in the V.I.P room Sam guided me over to paradise in the form of a chair. I wanted to see Jacob right away but I knew I'd have to wait. There were at least a handful of devoted fans that had paid to spend time with him after the concert. I leaned back into the soft chair and closed my eyes. If I had to wait, I might as well wait comfortably.

That ended quickly but you'll get the rest in the next chapter. Any guesses as to who will miss who more?