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When you didn't die

Summary:
New Moon AU: Alice never told Rosalie that Bella jumped, and so Edward never knew, and didn't go running off to the Volturi. Alice, however, still went to check on Bella. Starts during New Moon, when Charlie's at the funeral and Bella and Jake are at the kitchen table. Create your own banner at mybannermaker.com!


Notes:


10. Fetticcini Alfredo is so yummy. It's like the bombest italian food ever. Make that the bombest food like ever. Yeahh.

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When I got home I raced upstairs to change. After contemplating the few choices I had, I settled on some jean’s Alice had bought me which fit surprisingly well and a pale red baby-doll shirt.

“Where are you going?” Charlie asked as I walked down the stairs, glancing at my clothes with surprise. I hadn’t really gone out much lately.

“Movies with Angela, and then Jacob’s house,” I answered.

“Well,” Charlie said, apparently pleased with my plans, “Try not to stay out too late, and call me when you get to Jake’s. Oh, that reminds me, Jacob’s called here about fifty times in the last hour.”

I nodded and grabbed the phone, glancing at the clock. Just enough time to find out what’s up with Jacob.

“Bella?” He answered on the first ring. He sounded worried.

“Hey Jake, is everything okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, are you okay? I just…jeez. So you’re at home?” He asked relief plain in his voice.

“Yes, I just got back from work. Something happened,” It wasn’t a question.

He sighed. “We found a fresh trail. Victoria, she was in town. I already called the Cullen’s, but none of us knew where you were.”

I gasped. “Near the house?”

“No, but we think she might be planning on dropping by. She doesn’t know that the other leeches are back in town. What are you doing tonight?” He asked concerned.

“Well, I was planning on going to Port Angeles with Angela Webber, and then going over to see you.”

“Okay,” He said, “Good. If you see something running in the forest by you, don’t freak. It’ll probably be Quil or Jared. I’ll be at my house when you get there,”

I heard a knock at the door. “I’ve got to go. I’ll see you later!”

I heard Charlie open the door. “Angela Webber! I haven’t seen you since you were this big,” He said cheerfully. “Glad to hear you’re getting Bells out of the house.”

I groaned and ran over to the door. “Hey Angela,” I said. “Way to embarrass me, Dad,”

“It’s my second job,” He said simply. “Have fun, girls,” And with that he headed back to his football game.

“Let’s get going,” I suggested, really looking at Angela for the first time that night. She was wearing a flowing white top that swirled to the side and dark denim jeans. She looked gorgeous.

We drove in silence for awhile, yet it was pleasant. That’s what was so good about Angela – she was just easy to be around.

Eventually, though, we began talking, about school, work, and just anything that came to mind. Neither of us were much gossipers, so there wasn’t much dirt being discussed, but it felt amazingly normal to just act like a teenage girl who had nothing better to do that giggle and chat.

The bright lights of Port Angeles paled in comparison to Phoenix, but they still were a huge contrast from tiny Forks. “The movie starts at 6:50, so I guess we can grab some dinner after.” Angela informed me.

I glanced at the dashboard to see that it was 6:37. We searched for a parking spot and ended up three blocks away from the theatre.

The evening air was crisp, and I pulled my jacket tight around me.

We were very, very close to the bright doors of the theatre, and I was feeling confident. This would be an accident free night – no, an accident free day. I was setting a record.

But, as was predictable, I tripped over some air lying on the sidewalk and tumbled into Angela, who was then thrust into the telephone pole.

It happened so fast, and I was just lying on the ground, looking up at the sparkling stars, and Angela was bouncing off the pole and yelped. I glanced to the side in time to see her crashing down onto me.

There was a moment of silence.

And then Angela started giggling.

“Bella?” She asked, her voice muffled. “Are you, uh, okay?”

“Never been better,” I replied shoving her off of me.

“Well, let’s carry on,” She said formally, standing up and dusting herself off.

The surrounding people gawked at us, unsure whether to offer help to the crazy girls on the ground or laugh or rush off before we could talk to them.

I sat up, looking at Angela. “I’d love to.” I stood regally and linked my arm through hers and brushed past the staring couples.

We got a large bucket of popcorn to share, knowing that we really shouldn’t eat all of the fatty movie food but getting it anyways.

The movie we were watching was a romantic comedy, about a girl who fell in love with her best friend’s boyfriend…

Angela and I didn’t pay too much attention to the screen; we listened enough to make fun of the sad lives of the characters. Really, couldn’t Carolyn just tell Elizabeth that her mom was a bitch and her boyfriend was hot? And why would Randy even have the attention of the entire female population? He wasn’t gorgeous – his nose was off center and one eyebrow was bushier than the other.

When the end credits started rolling up the screen to a cheerful pop tune, Angela and I wandered out of the theater and began our quest for food. Stepping into the chilly night, we glanced around for an indication of where to eat dinner.

My eyes locked on the small restaurant down the street – Bella Italia. “Italian food sound good?” I asked.

“Sure,” Angela said agreeably, spotting the little Italian restaurant.

We set off down the street, a soft wind blowing around us.

The inside of the restaurant was warm and lively, with many groups sitting around tables talking animatedly. “Hey there, a table for two?” asked the hostess, a girl with dyed black hair and a sideways grin.

“Yes, thanks,” I answered.

“Right this way,” She said pleasantly, and we followed her towards the back, stopping at a round table with a wicker chair on either side.

“You’re server will be right with you,”

Angela murmured a thanks and the hostess left.

I glanced around the restaurant. Everything was the same as when Edward and I had come here for our first “date”. Aside from the fact that there was no Edward here, and there were no jealous and flirty waitresses.

“Hello, ladies, my name is John, and I’ll be your server today.” I looked up to see a friendly redhead smiling at us. “Can I get you started with something to drink?”

“I’d like a Dr. Pepper, please,” said Angela.

“I’ll have a Coke,” I added.

He nodded and left.

Angela glanced down at the menu. “There are so many choices! What are you going to get?”

I didn’t even pick up my menu. “Mushroom ravioli. It’s pretty good.”

“Have you been here before?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I admitted shyly. “It’s where Edward took me for dinner that night when he found us, back when I just got here.”

Angela grinned. “You still like him.”

Darn you, I couldn’t help but think. “Why do you have to be so ‘perceptive’?” I grumbled.

“I’m sorry,” she said, clearly not meaning it.

“Well,” I took a deep breath. “I really like Jacob. He’s done so much for me.” I stopped, unsure how to continue.

“That’s understandable,” Angela said. “So, you and Jacob got together…and then Edward came back...?” She probed gently.

“And then Edward came back,” I sighed. “I had been talking with Alice for a little while before the Cullen’s came back, so it didn’t surprise me that they did. It’s just…Edward hadn’t been with the family. He was…visiting some second cousin or something, and came back right when they were going to start school again. That part was kind of a shock,” I admitted. I knew that Angela would be suspicious if I told her that Edward had been in South America following his distractions.

John the waiter coughed. “Sorry, hate to break up the gossip, but are you two ready to order?” He asked, setting down our sodas.

“Mushroom ravioli, please,” I said.

“I’d like the Chicken Fettuccini Alfredo,” Angela said in her quiet voice.

John grabbed the menus. “It’ll be right out,” He waltzed away, and Angela turned back to me.

“Is he just trying to pretend that you two never broke up? Or that you never even met? What is he doing?” Angela asked.

I bit my lip. “He says that he still loves me, and I just can’t understand…”

Angela must have seen something in my face, because she frowned. “Bella, I swear, if he does anything you don’t want him to, just let me get Ben and we can deal with him.” Her face was determined and protective.

“No, no, it’s just…” And there, in the restaurant, I started crying. Not like over-the-top bawling, but tears were slowly rolling down my cheeks.

“Oh, Bella,” Angela said softly. She reached across the table to grab my hand. “Hey, don’t cry. He’s just a boy. Boys aren’t worth crying over.” Her voice had become stern.

I looked through watery eyes and half-smiled. “Thanks, Angela,” I sniffed. “How did I end up with the best friends possible?” Out of all the humans, vampires, and werewolves, I got some amazing people.

“I don’t know,” Angela said thoughtfully. “Anyways, you can’t just fall for Edward every time you see him. I can see it from a mile away – you might be telling yourself that you don’t need him, that you don’t like him, but the minute you meet his eyes, you just lose it.”

“You’re good,” I said grudgingly, wiping away a stray tear. “I think I like him. I mean, he’s Edward Cullen. He’s so loving and gorgeous and perfect. But I don’t know how I can! He left me. He told me that he didn’t want me anymore. And now he expects me to give him another chance!” My voice, so wobbly and weak before, had turned angry.

Angela listened uncomplainingly.

“It’s just completely unfair! That whole ‘zombie period’ I went through was because I didn’t want to have to feel what he made me feel. I didn’t want to scream and cry. So I shut it all off. And once I start getting better, talking again, getting an amazing new boyfriend, seeing the other Cullen’s, he decides to come back and tell me that he lied. He loves me. And then when I tell him that I went through hell because of what he did, he still tries to get me to forgive him.” I paused, breathing heavy as if I’d just run a mile.

“Here you go! Let me know if there’s anything I can get you,” Our food appeared on the table.

I took a hot bite of ravioli, taking my time to appreciate the flavor.

Angela took a bite of hers and grinned. “This place is pretty good,” She said.

“Yup,” I agreed. Angela sat and looked at me patiently. “But you know what? After all of that, I still feel something for him.” I grimaced and took another bite of pasta.

“Well then, what are you going to do?” Angela asked.

That is a really good question,” I said, eating some more food.

“Alright then. So, did you hear about that new freshman teacher? Everyone says that he’s certifiably psycho…”

The rest of our evening was spent talking about light subjects, and although I hated talking about feelings – like Charlie – it felt amazingly good to have somebody know what was going on. Just without the whole vampire/werewolf thing. It was kind of relaxing.

After dinner, we wandered through some shops. A small boutique caught Angela’s eye, and she begged me to come in.

“Fine, fine,” I said, allowing her to pull me by the hand into the bright store.

After that store, I was forced into three other clothing stores and an antique store that had some really interesting 17th century paintings, which reminded me of Carlisle. I began laughing when I saw an angel with blood dripping from his perfect mouth, cringing away from a cross being thrust at him. The caption under it read Cure Against Vampires, painter anonymous, circa 1636. The ancient owner of the store frowned and headed my way, so I quickly changed the laugh into a racking cough.

Once Angela and I began heading back towards town, I gave her the directions to Jacob’s house.

“So, you two are pretty serious, right?” She said slyly.

I blushed feverishly. “I guess so…we’re just together all the time.”

“Sounds pretty serious to me. I’m glad for you,” She said sincerely.

“Thanks,” I said warmly.

When we arrived at the little worn house, Jacob was sitting on the porch in his cutoff shorts. He grinned when he saw me and waved.

“I’ll see you on Monday,” Angela said as I unbuckled.

I hopped out of the door and turned to look at her. “Thanks, Angela. For everything,”

She blushed and smiled shyly. “It’s no problem. I’m always there for you,”

“Bye,” I said and walked over to Jacob.

I waited for Angela to pull away before frowning at Jacob. “What’s up?”

He sighed. “Can’t I kiss you hello before you get mad?”

I leaned in and kissed him warmly, pulling away once he moaned into my lips. “There. Now what’s up?”

“The we smelt some new trails crossing town, Victoria and one other that had been in your room. The Cullen’s followed it through town and the pack took over once it got to the beach. We followed it for miles before it faded away.” He hugged me close. “We didn’t know where you were…we knew you weren’t with the bad vamps, but none of us remembered you had work. I guess that part’s my fault,” He said sheepishly. “I should’ve remembered by now.”

“It’s okay, I’m fine. So everything’s cool now…well, as cool as it can be with a sadistic vampire building up an army to kill me.” I finished cheerfully.

“Yup,” Jacob agreed. “Let’s get inside, you must be freezing!”

“Oh, I’ve got to call Charlie.” I said, following him inside. We reached the kitchen and I pulled the phone off the hook.

After I assured Charlie that Billy was home and I’d be back by 12:00, which was in only one ½ hours, Jacob and I curled up on the couch and he threw a blanket over me, although my back, leaning against his chest, was the warmest.

“Jake?” I said sleepily. “Can you tell me about werewolves?”

His quiet laugh rumbled through his chest. “Sure, sure…In the beginning, the Quileute tribe…”

His warm voice had lulled me to sleep – the next thing I was aware of was Jacob’s strong arms carrying me through the front doors of my house.

“Hey, Jake,” Charlie greeted him.

“Hey Dad,” I mumbled, cracking an eye open.

He grinned at me. “Take her to her room, Jacob, thanks,”

Jacob carried me up the stairs as if I weighed no more than a book. He lay me gently into my bed.

“Goodnight, Bells,” He pressed his lips to my forehead.

“Night,” I sighed.

I fell fast asleep.