Ahhh... So much hate on Bella LOL... There are mixed reviews on the James POV... some of you are hatin' hard core about it and some of you are curious to see whether he's a good guy or not. I suppose I will hold off... for now...

Onward!

BPOV:

"So, Bella, are we still on for this weekend?" James asks me over the phone. He'd been swamped at work and me with my grading and lesson plans. We've still yet to progress past a light kiss on the cheek.

"Listen, about that." I pause and blow out a giant breath. "Edward and I kind of have a thing we do every year. Just the two of us. It's tradition. I know we made plans, but I totally forgot about this weekend. Can we just schedule a raincheck, maybe?"

He laughs softly. "Of course, Bella. That's not a problem at all. You can't lose touch of your friends. Believe me." His voice softens. "Life gets in the way sometimes, but you always have to remember the ones who have been there for you the longest."

My mind automatically went to Edward. It could've floated toward Alice or Rosalie, but it was Edward. He HAD been there for me since I can ever remember and what James was saying made perfect sense. And when the guy you're semi-dating points it out to you, then you admit you have a problem.

"Yeah, that's along the lines of what my friends have been telling me, actually. They seem to think that I'm blowing them all off for you." I admit.

"Look, I don't want to monopolize your time with your friends. I like you. A lot. But, this shouldn't be something that comes between you and your friendships." I was beginning to panic.

"Are you... are you breaking up with me?" I ask.

"No. Not at all. I'm just saying that perhaps we shouldn't spend nearly as much time being wrapped up in the other. We can still text and whatnot through the week. And we can definitely do that raincheck. How about next weekend?"

I smiled into the receiver and confirmed our plans.

That weekend...

"Got everything?" I yell through Edward's apartment. We'd done the whole apology thing about me being a selfish bitch and him being insensitive and now we were heading to Seattle for the music fesitval.

"Yep. What are you wearing?" He pauses and laughs.

"What?" I look at my outfit. Holy jeans and an old, and I do mean OLD, Nirvana t-shirt. "This is the band that started my love of music, thanks."

"Ah, yes, and that shirt looks like it's about on it's last leg. I'll have to buy you a new one." He shakes his head and laughs.

Of course, it's about a size too small for me, and my rolls are hanging out, but what I think Edward is laughing about is the giant hole that I didn't notice by my boob. Awesome.

I frown and go to change my shirt.

"Oh come on, Bella. Just wear the shirt." He winks at me and then wiggles his eyebrows. I shake my head and he reminds me of the time. "Too bad. We have to be in Seattle in a few hours to make the concert. Plus, we want a good spot." He holds up the cooler and blanket.

Resigned, I head out to the car and nearly swoon when Edward stops me. He pauses, reaches his arm around me and leans forward. Just when I think he's about to kiss me, he whispers in my ear. "My lady." I can hear the smirk in his voice and I want to punch him in the junk. Just a little bit.

I realize he's opening the door for me and I wanted to wipe that smirk off of his face. I bite my lip, watching his eyes go straight for it. Then I lick my lip, wetting it just a bit. I could've sworn he groaned. Then I step back. "Why thank you!" I use my best southern belle voice.

He shakes his head, laughs, and then we're off toward the big city.

The ride to Seattle was filled with laughs and a rousing game of Truth. We left out the dare part, seeing as it would be pretty difficult in the car without getting arrested.

"So, do you know who really left those roses in my locker senior year?" I quirked an eyebrow and his eyes widen.

"Seriously? I thought you knew I left those for you!" He guffaws and I feel my face go red.

"I thought Tyler Crowley sent them to me." I gasped. "No wonder he kept away from me! I basically stalked him because I thought he was a secret admirer!" I hit his arm and he guffawed loudly.

"Your turn." He snickers and I was waiting for him to ask me some ridiculous question. "Have you ever thought of us as being more than friends?"

I gulped. "Truth?" He nodded. "I thought about that for a long time. I mean, all of our friends paired off, got married, had kids. We have so much in common. I thought it would just be a given at some point. But, then it never happened. So I gave up on that thought." His brows furrowed and he blew a gust of air out of his lungs.

"My turn to ask a question. Why did you always come sit with me before I had a date? Honestly."

His eyes turn to mine momentarily and he smirks. "Because I wanted your dates to think you had hideous taste in clothes. I tried to give you crappy advice and usually it worked."

"Seriously? What are you, 12?" I screech. "Why would you do that?" I laugh.

"Because I didn't know how to ask you out myself. I know you think that all of this is sudden, but it's not. I mean, it's been a sudden realization, but my feelings for you were always there." He shrugged as if he didn't just reveal his love for me.

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence for the most part, with non-committal musings about whatever song was on at that time.

At the concert...

"This band fucking sucks." I groan. Whoever hired this band seriously needs help.

"They're not that bad." Edward laughs. Then the lead guitarist misses an entire string of chords and he cringes. "Yeah, they're awful."

"So, how about we do a dare part to all of those truth questions?" I raise my eyebrow in challenge and he smiles smugly.

"Alright. What do you have for me, Swan?" He crosses his arms and grins. I look around the venue and grin.

"I dare you to strip down to your boxers and get in front of the stage and dance." His face went from smug to scared and he mumbled as he stripped down.

The crowd went nuts as he stomped his way over to the stage and began doing ridiculous dances like the sprinkler, the shopping cart, and the running man. My sides hurt so much from laughing but I couldn't help it. Women were catcalling him and the men just laughed and thanked him for upstaging the current shitty band on stage.

When he got back, he threw his clothes back on and the rain started to pour. As we ran under a tree for shelter he looked in my face, rain dripping from his hair and eyelashes. "Kiss me." He whispered.

My alarmed state must've cleared it up for him. "That's my dare for you, Swan. I dare you to kiss me."

So... I'm sure you all just LOVE that I left you hanging... I'm sorry... Not really... :)

Edward and Bella are making some progress. Maybe James won't be in the picture much longer? Or maybe she needs the help of a meddling pixie and blonde amazon? Leave me love...