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Another new story, yes. I know. I'm sorry, I just had the idea and couldn't shake it. depending on the feedback I will update. I hope you enjoy.

When One Door Closes, Another Opens.

Summary.

Bella grew up in Forks. She and Jacob were friends from a young age. As they grew older, their relationship develops into something more. Bella leaves for college in Arizona, Jacob remains behind to finish his last year of High School. She returns for the summer after her first year to an unpleasant surprise. Enter, Edward Cullen. AU.

Song for this chapter:

Pale Blue Eyes, The Velvet Underground.

Chapter One:

The Betrayal.

''Jacob, I think we should break up.'' Jacob stared at me incredulously, his dark brown eyes widening in shock and confusion. His mouth opened and shut, like he was trying to say something, but couldn't find the words. Eventually his mouth opened and sound came out. ''What? Why? Do you not feel the same way for me anymore?'' He exclaimed, eyes widening in alarm. ''No.'' I answered. His face fell. Then I realised what I had said. ''I mean, yes. That's not what I meant. It came out wrong.'' I said, all in a rush. This seemed to calm him. The alarm in his eyes lessened somewhat, but not entirely.

''Jacob.'' I took his large, calloused, brown hand into my small, delicate, white one and marvelled at the difference between them. I rubbed soothing circles into the rough skin as I spoke. ''I'm going to college in Arizona. You're staying here in Forks. You have another year in school. Once I leave, we'll be living in two different worlds. Not only in terms of distance, but also the fact that I'll be going to college and you'll remain in High School. We'll grow apart. Perhaps it's best if we just end what we have now to ensure that our memories of our time together are good ones.''

He seemed to get angry then. His eyes were alight with fury and his breathing increased rapidly. ''What, Bella?'' He demanded. ''You're going off to college now and you don't want the burden of a boyfriend at home to keep you from having the most fun possible! Is that it, Bella?'' His nostrils were flaring by the end of his rant. I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. How dare he?

''How dare you, Jacob? How dare you? You know how I feel for you. I just want to make certain that we don't begin to resent each other because we feel pressured to maintain a long-distance relationship. I think it would be best if we just ended on a good note.'' I felt deflated as I finished the sentence. My anger had fizzled out. This was for the best. We would be living miles away from one another and would only see each other once or twice in the next year. We would drift apart. It was best that we ended our relationship now, maybe then we could remain friends.

His expression softened, he had begun to realise why I was doing what I was doing. ''Bella,'' He said gently, warmth in his brown eyes. ''I know that you're afraid. Afraid that we won't be able to continue our relationship at a distance. But it's only a year. A year! That's nothing. I'll see you at Christmas and Easter. Then, when you come home for the Summer, we can start the rest of our lives together. We'll go to college in September, we'll be in the same place, we'll live together and we'll never have to be apart again.'' He smiled a breath-taking grin. I could feel my resolve weakening.

''Come on, Bella. Please, for me. Just try.'' He cajolled. I looked into his pleading eyes and sighed resignedly. I couldn't deny him when he was looking at me like a dismayed puppy. ''Okay, we can try it.'' I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. ''It's just a year, Bella. It'll go like that.'' He reassured me with a click of his fingers. ''I love you, Bella.'' He said gently, embracing me. ''I love you too, Jacob.'' I replied, burying my face in his neck. I just hoped that it would be enough.

My name is Isabella Swan. I was born and raised in a rainy town called Forks in Washington. My mother, Renee, ran away to Phoenix, Arizona, years ago. She divorced my father, Charlie, and remarried a younger man named Phil. Her life had always been far too erratic to raise a child by herself. The addition of a husband had done nothing to help, as he was a minor league baseball player, and so moved around a lot. My mother was a strictly part time parent. I saw her on holidays and spent a few weeks with her during the summer. This suited me well enough. Renee was best taken in small doses. She seemed content with the arrangement, after a while she grew tired of me. Renee had a quite short attention scan. Not many things held her interest for large amounts of time, not even her own daughter. However, it seemed that Phil was the exception to this rule. Not that I was bitter. To the contrary, I was glad. His presence meant that she had at least once constant in her life. He made her happy, and for that I was grateful. I may not see my mother a lot anymore, but I still loved her.

My dad, Charlie, is Forks Chief of Police. He is a quiet and unassuming man. We're quite close, although neither of us are exactly good at expressing our emotions. He was a part of the reason I was back here, standing in Port Angeles' small airport, I mean. I had just finished my first year of college in Arizona. I enjoyed it immensely. I had learned so many new and interesting things. Throughout the year, I had been able to visit my mother and Phil. They had seemed happy. I felt that I had done well in my end of year exams, so I was on a bit of a high. I was going to spend the summer in Forks, living back in my old house with Charlie. I had missed him, so of course I was looking forward to seeing him again. I had only seen him once or twice throughout the year, when I had visited over the holidays. However, to say that he was the main reason I was returning home would be a lie. I was sure he was aware of this, though I didn't think he minded overly so.

The main reason would be a boy, or rather man, by the name of Jacob Black. His father, Billy, and mine were very good friends. So Jacob and I had known each other from a young age. we had always been the best of friends, but, a few years ago, things started to feel differently. We started dating and had been ever since. He was a year younger than me so he had only just graduated from High School. We would spend the summer together, then head off to Arizona in September. I smiled. Everything was going to be perfect.

I looked at the clock on the wall and frowned. Jacob was supposed to be picking me up and he hadn't yet arrived. It wasn't like him to be late. I shrugged my shoulders and assumed that he had been delayed by events that were beyond his control. Ten minutes passed and I decided that it was time to ring him. I dialled his cellphone number first, it simply rang out. That was odd, he'd usually answer, especially when he saw it was me. I then called his home number. There was no answer there, either. Curiouser and curiouser. I ignored the sense of foreboding that was building in the pit of my stomach. What if something had happened? I dismissed the idea before I could pursue it further.

I decided that the logical action would be to call my father, and I did just that. Nobody picked up at home, though I had been somewhat expecting that. It seemed that Charlie had been spending more and more time at the station since I left. I hoped that he was okay. If only he could find someone, and be happy, like Renee. I called the number of Fork's Police Station. Somebody picked up on the first ring. ''Hello,'' the voice greeted. 'This is Fork's Police Station. How may I help you?'' Hopefully he would be there. Otherwise, I would be stick here. Charlie didn't believe in cell phones, he said he had no use for them, that he could be contacted at the station or at home. He had a valid point. Apart from the local diner and the occasional fishing trip, Charlie didn't go anywhere else.

''Hello,'' I replied. ''It's Bella Swan. Is Charlie there?'' I asked politely. ''Oh, hello Isabella.'' The voice replied. How I detested my the use of my full name. However, I held my tongue. ''I'll put you through to him right now.'' ''Thank you.'' I said. A moment later, I heard Charlie's voice. ''Hey, Bells.'' He said. ''I can't wait to see you tomorrow.'' ''Hi, Ch-, I mean, Dad. Wait a minute, did you say tomorrow?'' ''Yes,'' He replied tentatively. ''Jacob told me you were arriving tomorrow. Why?'' He questioned, clearly confused. So that was why he wasn't here. How could he have gotten the day of my return wrong? I sighed. Sometimes Jacob was a total scatterbrain.

''No, Dad,'' I said, trying to contain my frustration. It wasn't his fault, after-all. ''I arrived today. Jacob was supposed to collect me. I'm waiting in Port Angeles right now. Do you know where he is?'' I tapped my foot impatiently, Forks was just over an hour away and obviously Jacob wasn't on his way. I would be waiting a while. ''I'm sorry, Bells.'' Charlie said remorsefully. I felt guilty, it wasn't his fault. ''I didn't know.'' He continued. ''Jacob is at the garage he works at now. I don't know whether his boss will let him leave early.'' I felt my shoulders droop. How would I get back to Forks? It wasn't as if I could afford a cab. Charlie had begun to talk again without my notice. ''I could always come and get you, Bells. But if you'd prefer Jacob, I could try ringing the garage and seeing if he can. I'll understand if you want him to collect you instead of me.'' I didn't want to bother Jacob at work and possibly run the risk of getting him into trouble. Therefore I jumped at Charlie's offer. ''No Dad, that would be great. Are you sure you don't mind?'' I asked. ''Of course not!'' He replied. ''I'm leaving right now. I'll be there as soon as possible. Bye Bells.'' I said goodbye and hung up.

I sat down and sighed. I could only wait now until Charlie arrived. I pulled a paperback book out of my bag and tried to concentrate on it. Charlie arrived about an hour and a half later. The book was boring and I hadn't got past the second chapter. I stood up and hugged Charlie, happier to see him than I had thought I would be. Charlie turned beetroot red, an unfortunate trait I had inherited, and returned the hug awkwardly. Not much was said on the ride back to Forks. He asked me how Arizona was and that was about it. It wasn't an uncomfortable silence, though. We were both content to remain quiet.

When we pulled up to the house, I wondered at the fact that it hadn't changed, not even a little bit. I shook my head, I shouldn't have expected anything different. Charlie was a creature of habit. Charlie wordlessly helped me carry my bags to my old room, where I would be staying, obviously enough. My room was exactly as I had left it, for some reason this fact made me smile. As if I would always be welcome here. Charlie had to return to the station, to finish up some paperwork, he said. Before he left, he told me that Jacob's shift would be over in about an hour and a half so I could go to his house then. I didn't know what to do to fill the time. Eve though I had felt a bit irritated with him for forgetting the day when he had to pick me up, I couldn't wait to see him. I had missed him greatly and was anxious to begin the summer together. I cleaned the house from top to bottom and checked the time. Two hours had passed so I decided it was safe to leave. Add the half hour it would take me to get there and he would definitely be home.

I got into my red truck, which Charlie had bought from Billy as a gift to me, and started the engine. It was old and the engine roared as it came to life. However, Jacob had fixed it up for me so it ran great. A lot of people had insulted my truck because it was so old, but I loved it. Sure, it couldn't reach over fifty miles per hour but it was a great vehicle for someone with my lack of co-ordination. It was virtually indestructible. I drove to the Quileute reservation where Jacob and his father lived. I made good time, arriving at his house in under thirty minutes.

I walked to the front door and knocked. There was no answer. I frowned, Jacob's car was here. I knocked once again, still no answer. I internally chastened myself, Jacob had given me a key, but I had left it at home. Foolish Bella! I could hear muffled sounds coming from within the house, what could that be? I walked to the window of the living room and looked inside. Perhaps I could get Jacob's attention and he would let me in. He would probably be watching television, relaxing after a hard day's work. What I saw shocked me, for a moment I didn't believe my eyes. Jacob, on the couch, on top of a girl, kissing, among other things. I had to be hallucinating, this couldn't be real. Jacob loved me. And I loved him. We loved one another. How could he do this to me?

Tears began to fill my eyes, overflowing and trailing down my cheeks. I loved him. By pure chance Jacob looked up and met my gaze. His expression was one of alarm and shock. He was so shocked to see me there that he fell off the couch, and the unknown girl. I glanced at her and felt my face fall. She was beautiful. I turned away, tears blurring my vision. I had to get out of here. I had just reached my truck when I heard a voice calling my name. ''Bells! Bells!'' Jacob called. ''Come back. It's not what it looks like, I swear!'' I felt a bubble of anger, though it was nothing compared to the despair I felt. ''Then what is it, Jacob? Because I can't think of any other way to explain the situation.'' I demanded. Evidently, neither could he, because he remained silent.

''How could you?'' I asked, my traitorous voice breaking. He just looked at me, saying nothing. Then, a voice called from the door, ''Jacob, are you coming back in? We weren't finished.'' It was the girl, she was smirking at me smugly, no doubt delighting in my despondence. I averted my gaze and climbed into my truck. Jacob simply looked at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He didn't say anything else and, as I drove away, I saw him return to the house and the girl who was still smirking at me.

I drove to my house as fast as my truck would let me. I refused to allow any more tears to fall until I had reached the safety of my bedroom. Charlie hadn't returned home yet. For that I was grateful. I wouldn't have to lie or tell him what had happened, yet. I wasn't sure which would be worse. I ascended the stairs and entered the familiar room, where I fell onto the bed, curled into a ball and wept.

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Thank you,

Kate.