A/N: So, I realized something today. I have writer's block. And I'm not even a writer. Shouldn't you be a writer to get a writer's block? Dammit!

Disclaimer: Do I own the Twilight Saga? No, I don't. Am I Stephenie Meyer? No, I'm not. And I thank God every day for that.

Good days, bad days

I can't believe, today was a good day.

Ice Cube, It Was Good Day

There were the good days, when Bella looked normal, almost okay. She would ask Jacob a bunch of questions about the bike and, sometimes, he would even make her laugh. Not exactly crack her up, but even the suspicion of a smile was enough.

But most of the time, there were the bad, ugly, awful days, when Bella would just wrap her arms around her torso and stare at nothing. She looked so bad, that Jacob couldn't help but wonder, what the hell had that nancy brat, Cullen done to her? Today was no exception.

"Bells?" No response. Yep, definitely one of those days.

"Wake up, will you?" Jacob says loudly, waving his free hand in front of her face. Her eyes absently follow them for a moment before she finally jumps up. "Oh, sorry."

"Yeah. What's wrong?" he asks, gripping her shoulder. "Seriously, Bells, sometimes I feel like you're not even here."

Bella nods. "I know. Sorry." Now, why the hell does she have to apologize for every-fucking-thing?

"No need to be, honey. Now, hand me the crescent wrench, will ya?" Bella's eyes wander on the floor of the garage for a few seconds, until they widen in recognition. She reaches for the right wrench and hands it to Jacob, her face glowing with pride.

"So, you did learn something." Jacob teases her and she chuckles and it's not one of those days anymore.

Sometimes, Jacob wishes his sisters were around. They would probably give him some appropriate advice. Well, probably something like Give up already, Jacob. She doesn't feel the same. Move on. It wouldn't really help, but it would be something.

Now, all he had was Quil and Embry and that definitely didn't help. (Embry's idea of 'advice' was calling Jacob pussy-whipped and Quil's way of 'defending his pride' was Nah, just whipped. But, hey, at least you can punch your friends.)

"Jake?" Bella breaks the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you think you can love more than one person?" Shit, what kind of question -

"Um... I... I'm not sure... Um, why?"

"I don't know. I mean, there can't be just one person for everyone, right?"

"I... I guess."

She leans a bit closer to him. Thump, thump, thump, thump. "Jake?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't think we can be friends anymore." Jacob is this close to passing out.

And then she kisses him. For one, short, perfect second. When she pulls back, her smile is glorious.

"What was that?" He asks, startled - and absolutely, undeniably happy.

Bella doesn't say anything for a moment. "I'm not sure." She finally mutters, shrugging.

They spend the day teasing each other, and Bella actually laughs, and it definitely is a good day.

Finally! FINALLY! I wrote a complete fic. Complete. Beginning, middle, ending. Sort of. But, seriously, I feel complete. Also, school is slowly killing me and I am pretty sure that my head is about to explode.

You know what to do.