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Author Note: Okay, you guys can start throwing stuff at me now. I know I haven't really updated in forever and a half. I have no excuse for that, other than the fact that I've just been being lazy and enjoying my summer break and haven't felt like writing. Which is lame of me, I know. But I have to have a life, too. Um, anyway, here's an update. TTHTRTW is almost done. It'll be out before the end of the month. Both endings. (Also, speaking of TTHTRTW -- the lovely fireguns has translated it in to Spanish. Therefore, she rules about 75483972 times more than I do.) And in other news, I know many of you were expecting an OSM update. But really, that's probably... improbable right now. Simply because I started writing that story for my own benefit to get some things off my chest. All of which are, unfortunately for the story, off my chest and out of my head, which makes the story extremely hard to write. However, I may come back to it in due time, or I may just type up an author's note sometime saying I'll give it up to an author I deem worthy to write it.

However, that will probably be later on this summer. And for the record, all of you guys who review and give me feedback and put up with my spastic updating -- rule. period. you guys are the best. So this chapter is for you, because it has what TTHTRTW & OSM are sorely lacking -- interaction. So enjoy it, and feedback is awesome. :)

and kudos to you if you figure out what song the lyrics are from.


Deception-- the act of deceiving; the state of being deceived; something that deceives or is intended to deceive; fraud; artifice.

As Jenny Lewis crooned out the lyrics to one of Rilo Kiley's faster songs, Edward Cullen slipped through the crowd effortlessly, just another fan trying to get closer to the stage. Women and teenage girls smiled suggestively at him when he stopped to scan over the crowd or enjoy the song for a moment. He just smiled back at them casually, then slipped through the crowd again.

He followed the freesia scent all the way here. To that very venue, and to Bella Swan.

And he couldn't stay away, so sue him. That didn't matter now. Cryptic letters were his forte, and he sent them frequently. He sent the first when Alice told him she got into Northwestern and planned on going.

So, he went to Chicago. His hometown. And he decided to rent a nice apartment downtown and start his residency at the University hospital. He spent the majority of his nights at the hospital – he had taken the late shifts indefinitely. This night, however, was one of the few nights he had off. And he spent it tracking down Bella Swan.

While he continued his search, a kid with messy brown hair and Buddy Holly glasses ran straight into him. He just smiled sheepishly and grinned, "Sorry, bro."

Edward returned the grin with a curt nod and continued on his way. He was a person or two behind the boy who smelled of Bella and cigarette smoke. Exactly like Bella. Edward frowned and cocked his head, looking up over the crowd again and seeing the source of Bella's strong scent – she was there, standing next to the boy with messy dirty blonde hair and pale features, who was drinking water from a plastic cup. She, however, easily tipped back a beer and nodded her head to the music.

"Whoa, dude," the boy said cautiously, "You're turning into TJ, here. You don't want to be a deadbeat alcoholic by your sophomore year of college. And plus, you're missing out on Rilo Kiley, and they're your favorite band!"

She just shoved him and smirked, "Jamie, chill. Seriously. I'm fine, I just need to relax."

"Alcoholiccccc," he teased, nudging her in the arm, "That's what TJ used to say, too." he added seriously, "And look at her now."

Bella just rolled her eyes, "I'm not TJ, Jamie. Just because I've had three beers doesn't mean—"

"Four beers," he said seriously, then gave her a look, "and it does mean something," he yelled over the squeal of the distorted guitar, "Because you've been acting different ever since you got that letter last weekend."

She scoffed, "You didn't talk or eat for two days when you found TJ tangled in sheets with Paco," then shot him a glare, "Because you're no different than I am when it comes to TJ, Jamie. Just let it go and let me be, okay?"

The boy standing next to her just frowned and crossed his arms over his chest as he nodded his head to the music. "Fine, Bella. Whatever. But if you want to talk about it, I'm here for you," he said, keeping his eyes on her swaying frame. He grumbled something about low tolerance and rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around her waist to steady her.

Edward winced and shook his head, he didn't like the look of the blond and Bella being that close. It gave him an image of Bella with Mike Newton, which in turn, caused him to cringe.

He stepped forward in the crowd so that he was right behind the blond and Bella, and watched as Jenny Lewis sang one of his favorite songs – Does He Love You?

That night, of all nights, he was feeling bold, so he stepped closer to Bella and moved with the crowd to where he was right behind her. In her intoxicated state, she didn't even sense that a new and significantly cooler person had moved behind her and took the place of a warm and sweatier body.

The boy, Jamie, looked back at him curiously and offered him a sincere half smile, though it seemed more apologetic than anything else. Edward returned his apologetic smile with a crooked one and went back to watching the band play. Jamie mimicked his motion and loosened his hold on Bella.

And there was his in. He leaned in closer to where his cool body was pressed against her incredibly warm and sweaty one. He slowly cupped the back of her neck and then ran his hand down her to her shoulder and squeezed her clavicle lightly, enough to make her jump.

Of course, by the time she even looked behind her shoulder to see if there was someone behind her, and whether the cool touch was real or the alcohol was making her a little crazy.

Edward, however, was at the bar, scribbling a note on the back of a receipt for two beers and a water.


Dear You;

I feel I must interject here. You're getting carried away feeling sorry for yourself, with these revisions and gaps in history. So let me help you remember, I've made charts and graphs that should finally make it clear. I've prepared a lecture on why I have to leave. Your heart won't heal right if you keep tearing out the sutures.




She ended up in tears that night. And it wasn't just alcohol induced. On her night stand was an opened envelope and a letter.

She ended up clinging to Jamie like a life raft as sobs wreaked havoc on her body. The sobs were more likely to be caused by the alcohol raging through her system. Otherwise, she would never have let him see her like that. Not Jamie, not her friend.

Jamie, however, understood the sinking feeling, simply because if it wasn't for Bella's heaving sobs, TJ's loud moans and shrieks of ecstasy from the next room would have driven him to tears, too.