A/N: Okay, so I wasn't so sure whether I wanted to write this or not. In the story What Happens Next I didn't get that many reviews. It depends on how many reviews I get whether I will continue this story or not. I thought it was only fair to give Jeff his story. This isn't as funny as the last story, but more romance than anything. But as I said in the last story, Jeff is like Emmett. Having both around is like having two Emmetts. It will have to have some humor in it. This story is from Jeff's point of view, so it'll be a little differet. But I am excited to give him the story he deserves. So here we go.

So here is the first chapter:

Prologue

Your mind can cause you to do crazy things. And no matter who you are your mind enjoys to show you memories, whether good or bad.

Sometimes it enjoys showing you memories that will make you happy, sad, angry, and sometimes it shows you memories that will make you squirm.

And my mind showed me memories of many things.

I would often think about my mom and the way she used to laugh and dance around the house singing. I would feel pain knowing what I did to her when I left. I could imagine her sitting in the living room in front of her piano that she would play, but she wouldn't touch it. Her fingers now probably left it feeling lonely and empty… un-played.

The house would be… un- musical. And that was not my house.

My dad… he was always hard on me. When I would get a bad grade he would be angry. When I didn't play football with the technique he wanted me to use he would give me a hard time. But he did it because he loved me, whether he would admit it or not.

But when I did something good he would smile smugly and give a proud nod and say, "That's my son. Keep up the good work and continue to make me proud. Be the man I was never able to be."

He hid his feelings a lot.

When something bad would happen he would just turn sadly and walk into his office and he wouldn't come out for hours.

Once when I walked past his office after he had had a really bad day I could have sworn I'd heard him crying

He would work a lot. His office was practically where he lived. He only came out for dinner and my mom would fill up the silence with her constant chatter about how great work was… or how great her knew song was… or… bla bla bla.

But her voice was comforting. And I missed it.

And now that I think back to it I realize how my dad probably was sitting in his office right at that very moment with his face in his hands, hoping that they would find me, Jeff Ransnor, would return home.

But I never would.

I'm sorry dad that I couldn't be the man you never were. I can be the vampire you never were but… well yeah, not much to be proud of there.

And then there was Tessa, my sister.

She had her big curly blond hair that didn't even touch her shoulder. She usually wore a headband to keep her hair out of her face.

She would wear big, crazy earrings, and had her own way of living.

She would argue with my parents a lot. My dad hated how she had a new boyfriend like every other week.

But she was a great big sister.

She had my mom's blond curly hair and I had my dad's brown straight hair.

Tessa never showed sadness or pain unless she was around me. She would always be her happy, bubbly, bright-cloths-wearing self, unless she was around me. When she was around me she would be herself.

She had cried in front of me after fighting with my parents one night and I just held her all the while she cried.

But now… I'm sure she cried in front of anyone… now that I was gone.

But most of all… I missed Vanessa. She was my best friend since I was one and she was a baby. She was a baby. Our mom's were best friends for a long time, just like us.

As children we would always play together, always.

She was beautiful with her short brown hair… and I was always in love with her.

And now… I'm sure she was just as lost as I was.

And as I lay in my bed, unable to sleep (vampire thing) I could hear her voice in my head.

Jeff, you're my best friend, and you always will be.

I sat straight up in bed and felt a dry sob rip through me as Feefee (Emmett's vampire dog who had taken a liking to me) sat by me all the while I cried.