AN: Kay, first of all, I know its really really short, and I'm sorry but I just wanted to get some of it out here before I even decided to continue with this. Second, this is my first fanfic, so if I do continue with this story, PLEASE give me your worst. How else will I improve? Third, this story takes place at the part in New Moon when Jacob and Bella almost kiss. I wanted to put in part of that so you could kind of figure out what was going on. So the bold part was written by Stephenie Meyer. And I don't want to give anything away, but just so no one yells at me, Bella and Edward will be together. Just stick with me until I get to that point. )

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) don't own the Twilight characters: Stephenie Meyer does.

Chapter One

We stared at each other for a long moment. In my face, I knew there was nothing but wistful sadness - I didn't want to have to say goodbye, no matter for how short a time. At first his face reflected mine, but then, as neither of us looked away, his expression changed.

He released me, lifting his other hand to brush his fingertips along my cheek, trailing them down to my jaw. I could feel his fingers tremble - not with anger this time. He pressed his palm against my cheek, so that my face was trapped between his burning hands.

"Bella," he whispered.

I was frozen.

No! I hadn't made this decision yet. I didn't know if I could do this, and now I was out of time to think. His face was familiar and beloved. In so many real ways, I did love him. He was my comfort, my safe harbor. Right now, I could choose to have him belong to me.

Alice was back for the moment, but that changed nothing. True love was forever lost. The prince was never coming back to kiss me awake from my enchanted sleep. I was not a princess, after all. So what was the fairy-tale protocol for other kisses? The mundane kind that didn't break any spells?

Maybe it would be easy - like holding his hand or having his arms around me. Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.

Keeping his eyes on mine, Jacob began to bend his face toward me. And I knew what I had to do.

He leaned in farther, and his lips finally met mine.

I had not expected it to feel like this. I always knew I loved Jacob, but I had thought it was as a brother, or a best friend. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe I was just afraid to admit it before.

Did this mean I didn't love Edward anymore? Of course not, what was I thinking? My heart would always belong to him, no matter how hard he tried to reject it.

Perhaps it would come back, piece by piece, finally leaving Edward as I realized he didn't want me. Maybe one day, years from now, I would be able to give my whole heart to Jacob. Until then, this was nice. This was good.

How far could I ever go with him, while I still loved Edward? How guilty could I render myself before I completely broke down? So many questions I had, but no answers.

I ran my hands down Jake's chest, and wound up grabbing his tie. His tie? Why is Jacob wearing a tie?

Then I remembered why he was dressed up. Harry's funeral.

He seemed to realize this at the same time, because he pulled away, too.

"I….I guess I have to, uh, go. You know, to, uh, Harry's funeral," he said slowly, looking reluctant, as if the words had been wrenched from him.

And yet the smile on his face was bright enough to give even the sun a run for its money.

"Yeah. I guess," I mumbled. I didn't want him to go, either.

"See you around, Bells." Jake gave me a quick squeeze and was out the door before I had a chance to reply. I could hear the Rabbit's engine starting.

"Bye," I whispered.

I couldn't believe what had just happend. My feet seemed have their own free will, and were taking me to the counter, where I leaned over and rested my face against the cool surface.

AN: I just wanted to say again how sorry I am for the shortness. I had more but I figured I'd just wait to see if anyone cared what happend. There isn't much of a plot in this part, but there is something big coming!