A/N: Stupid, evil reviewers who made me see the light, and change it to a two shot. Warning you: Its gonna suck ass.
Chapter Two
Edward's POV9:52pm
I was outside her window. A place I swore I would never return. Just one look—one peek, to see if she was alright. If she had a smile on her face—I don't care from what—then I would leave and never return. As I promised. But if any of her actions represented the song that Jacob aired…
I climbed through the window with ease, and my eyes met darkness. Was she sleeping? My body ached all over, when memories returned. The first word she said when I dared to listen. Edward.
Maybe she was out. I would be glad, yet depressed. Glad, because I wouldn't have to see her sad, if she was. And depressed, because I would give anything to see her face again.
I saw a lump sitting on the bed, and so I waited by her closet, motionless. Her breathing wasn't even, but I could tell she was sleeping. I was safe.
Even though her back was turned to me, her figure still resembled an angel. Her hair was scattered across the pillow, and she was tucked into a ball. I narrowed my eyes. She was distressed. Who would cause her to become like this? I would have to manage my self control, to not go after them.
"Edward," her shaky breath murmured. I gasped sharply. It was like the first night, all over again. "E…edward." She gasped for air, and rolled over. To my surprise, she was still sleeping. The moonlight from the small window hit her face, revealing crystal tears strolling down her closed eyes.
Pain hit me in every direction. I made her cry. I lost all my strength. My knees hit the floor with a quiet thud. "I…miss you…" her angelic voice mumbled. I cursed my excellent hearing. I didn't want to hear her in pain.
I forced myself to look at her. Her eyebrows slanted upwards in worry and her lips were slightly parted. Her hand was balled into a fist, and was thrown onto the pillow when she shook her head. "Don't go," she whispered in her sleep.
"I won't," I promised. I gave her 6 months to be human. It wasn't working. Even if she was as hard as a shell on the outside, she was broken inside.
Jacob's POVBilly was already sleeping, when I had started to pace across my room. Che. What an old man.
I was sure that Bella would forgive me soon after she yelled at me. At least the truth was out! Who cares, anyways? As if he heard it. I knew what she needed right now. Some comfort. Now if she just forgave me, I could be comforting her.
But, then again…
Maybe I shouldn't have interfered. Maybe she was over him, and I just made things better for Edward! Ugh. I would be happy for Bella, but never forgive myself.
I'll just blame Quil for my misery. I rolled my eyes at my stupidity, and eyed the phone for the 12th time that night.
It was like 10 o'clock. I couldn't call her. It would seem desperate. I would just say that er...I didn't understand the question from our last homework session. Lame, but I hoped that she would fall for it.
Bella's POV
I was lost in my dream, again. The blonde girl who was playing the piano, changed into the bronze haired boy once more. I wouldn't call him a boy. More of an angel. His pale skin matched the ivory keys, and contrasted against the pitch black grand piano.
His bangs shadowed over his eyes. Deep purple lines could be seen from under them. He lifted his head, and his lips were moving quickly. A sweet, perfect tune flowed from his lips. His eyes—golden and smouldering—were filled with pain. And yet, the angel was smiling, and continued to sing.
I snapped open my eyes, and a high pitched shrill echoed in my room. I realized…it was my scream.
RING RING
I jumped out of bed, and ran across my room, yanking open the door. Charlie said he was coming home very late.
RING RING
He didn't pick up—he didn't arrive yet. I ran downstairs to get the phone.
"Hello?" I breathed into the phone.
"Bella? Listen, I'm really sorry for playing that song! I really wanted to help. I won't do anything like that again." Jakes POV: Great. So much for my excuse.
Back to Bella's POVI sighed. I was supposed to forgive him, but I fell asleep. "Yeah, I know, Jake. And I'm sorry, too. Thanks for caring. I'm really tired. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" I tried to keep my voice steady.
"Sure, sure. Sorry, again. Bye." And he hung up.
I wiped my hand across my cheek. I examined my wet hand. Was I crying? I recalled my dream. Yes…yes, I was.
I felt myself start to shake again. Twice in one day. I was losing it.
I gathered all my strength, and forced my hands to remain by my side. Looked like I didn't have enough strength. I wrapped my arms around my chest, tightening my fists. There wasn't any air in my lungs. Breathe, I reminded myself, breathe.
It wasn't working. The image was burned in my brain. His perfect figure at the piano, smiling at me with pained eyes. I made a strange sound from the back of my throat—a mix of a sob and a gasp.
Two cool arms wrapped around my waist, and pulled me to a stone cold body. I thrashed, shaking my head. "He's not coming back!" I yelled, digging my nails into my palm. The firm arms tightened their grasp on me. At the crook of my neck, I could feel a cool wind, releasing a perfect breathing pattern.
I couldn't believe my self consciousness could remember him like this. It was absolute. I relaxed, hoping the dream would never end.
"Bella," he whispered against my neck. His icy fingers brushed wet tears from my cheek. I hadn't realized I was crying again.
I leaned my head back against his chest, not thinking of the pain that I would endure once I woke up.
"Bella, we need to talk. I need to explain." His voice was anxious now. I shook my head, and smiled. "No talking when I'm asleep. Just heaven." I whispered. I felt his body stiffen. "Bella, honey, you aren't sleeping. Please, listen."
"Fine, go ahead." I let my dream take me away.
He brought me to the couch, and sat down with me in his lap. He picked me up and placed me beside him. His cool touch tilted my chin to face him.
"Bella, I am no dream. Nightmare, maybe. But I'm here. I promise. And I will stay. I'm sorry I left. I'm sorry I caused you pain. Every time I try to do something for you, I just cause you sadness. I'm sorry. Please, forgive me." His voice broke on the last word.
I bit my lip and lowered my gaze. "I'm…not sleeping, am I?" I whispered. How was he here then? How did he know I wanted him? I thought he didn't love me anymore…that, I knew was true.
"I heard Jacob on the radio." He brushed my hair back. I gasped. Of all days, of all radio stations, of all songs, he just had to hear that one?!
"So, what? You heard it, pitied me, and came back? Thanks. You can go now." I fought back the fresh tears. "No, Bella. I don't pity you. I love you. But…if you want me to leave…" he moved back. "NO!" I flung myself onto him, locking my fingers around his neck.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. But…do you…" he hesitated. "Do you still love me?" he whispered. I narrowed my eyes, but he couldn't see. "Of course, I do. And you can never change that. Never." I vowed. He gently pushed me off of him, and placed both hands on either side of my face.
"Do you truly forgive me? After everything I have done…" he winced. "Edward," I looked into his dark golden eyes. "I don't know exactly why you left…or why you came back…but I forgive you. Please, don't do it again." My voice broke at the 'please'.
"I'm not strong enough to leave you again. And if I do, I'm taking you with me." He placed his thumb under my eye, clearing the welled up tears.
Ring Ring
I let out a shaky sigh and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Bella. Sorry I called again. It's just, you didn't seem very happy. Are you sure you're okay?" Jacob said anxiously. I smiled.
"Yes, Jake. Thank you so much. If it wasn't for your kind and caring thoughts, Edward wouldn't be here right now. Love you, Jacob." I truly was glad that I met Jacob. He was there when Edward wasn't. And he brought him back. I owed him, big time.
I turned around and I felt Edward pressing his marble lips to mine. I collapsed into his arms, missing this feeling. Absolute. I could only think of one song. Sure, it was from the guy's point of view. And maybe it wasn't my taste. But the chorus put a smile on my lips.
"Everything…" I murmured against his lips.
Jacob's POV
"Love you, Jacob." And she hung up. I dropped the phone. He heard the song. He was listening. Edward Cullen was back. And his family would soon follow.
I slumped down onto my beanie chair and dropped my face into my hands. I lost her. To him, of all people. How could she forgive him like that?! She was tearing herself apart over him! And just like that…she loved him again. No, not again. She never gave up in the first place.
I sighed, accepting that I was no match for Edward Cullen. But she said she loved me. Not like him, I know. But she did love me.
I pushed my feelings away—I never got to tell her how I feel. It always came out in a rush, or as a joke. But it was too late. At least she was happy again. But if he ever leaves again…if he breaks her again…
I laid back on the beanie and sighed.
"Love you more…" I mumbled before I drifted off into a dreamless slumber.
A/N: Hope that was more complete. I kinda crushed Jake…heh. I think he took it…fairly well. He was still human, and his love for Bella was still kind of a crush. And he respected Edward. Kinda…not really. WHAT EVER…
Oh, and the song Bella was thinking of was: Everything by Michael Buble. I was listening to it right then, so meh. I have always loved that song.