A/N I don't own anything. Unfortunately all recognizable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

This is a collaboration between myself and Mistress McCarty aka Sam. She's an awesome author. Go check her out! You can find both of us here and at Cullen Fiction Addiction!

Chapter written by: MissAnnBlack

"Hey, Sam," I said sitting down in the booth with her. We were at our favorite, well the only, diner in Forks, Washington. We lived in La Push, the local Reservation, but, lets face it, there is nothing to do there. Every once in a while when Sam or I needed to talk about something serious, we would come here and talk about it over a big chocolate brownie sundae. Don't judge! Chocolate cures whatever is wrong with the female heart.

"So, how are things?" she asked me as I sat down. Our sundaes were already on the table. Thank God for routines.

"Sam, we didn't come here to talk about my life. You know how my life is. We just saw each other in school the other day. What's really up?" I asked starting to eat my sundae. I knew her too well. We had been friends our whole lives. It had always been myself, Sam, Jake, and Paul. We were the kids always getting in trouble on the rez.

About a year ago though, Jake and I had started to date. Not long after that Paul and Sam started to date, too. At first it had felt weird being with a guy I had for so long thought of as a brother, but then it just felt right. It felt like that's how life was supposed to be. It hadn't taken us long at all to go from best friends to couples. Everything had just felt so right. It was hard to explain.

That is, until two weeks ago. Two weeks ago, was the last time we had spoken to either of the guys. I don't really know why. That's what hurt so much. One day we were in love and the next the guys completely ignored us. Neither Sam nor I knew what was going on.

"Have you talked to Jake or Paul lately?" she asked me with tears forming in her eyes.

What was left of my heart and appetite completely shattered at the sullen look on her face. "No," I whispered looking at the table, pushing my sundae away from me. "No, I haven't. Have you?"

She shook her head. "Nah. What could we have done to hurt them both to the point that they won't even look at us? What could have happened? Do you think they're cheating on us?" Tears started to silently pour down her face.

"I don't know, Sam. I really don't. All I know right now is that I want my Jake back. The one that would hold me. The one that loved me. I want the one that used to wreck havoc with all of us. I miss Paul, too. I miss my brother in crime. I miss the guy would listen to me bitch. Now neither one of them wants to listen to us. Neither one of them wants to do anything with us. Let alone have anything to do with us. I mean they won't look at us; they won't talk to us."

We sat there for a few hours just talking and crying together. That's what I loved about Sam. She was a sister to me. She meant the world to me. This whole situation hurt so much more because I knew my sister was in pain but I knew there was nothing I could do to help. What was I supposed to do to help her when I was in so much pain myself.

Jake had been like my other half. Even when we were all just friends, Jake and I were so much closer to each other. He knew me so well, that he could take one look at me and see what kind of mood I was in. I missed that. Not that Sam didn't know me well, but it was different with Jake. It was like we were two halves of the same body.

Just as we were getting up to leave, we looked over to the other side of the diner and saw a surprise. There sitting at a table by themselves were the objects of our love and of our hate; Jake and Paul. There was a few major differences from the last time I had seen them. They had cut their hair and why weren't they wearing shirts? It was like fifty degrees outside and these guys were wearing shorts and no shirt. What the fuck?

"What are they doing here, I wonder," I thought out loud.

Sam heard me. "I don't know. Let's go see if they'll talk to us."

We walked over and as soon as we got within a few feet of their table, we saw them both stiffen. What the fuck? We didn't let it discourage us, though, and kept going. Once we were at the table, we just stared at them for a moment, waiting to see what they would do. They kept their eyes locked on the table like it was the most interesting thing they had ever seen.

"What's up, guys? Sam asked, acting like nothing was going on. They didn't say anything and continued to eat their food and stare at the table. Sam, being Sam, didn't let a little cold shoulder bother her. "Well, Missy and I were just here talking about y'all. We were wondering where ya'll have been."

I decided to put my thoughts in. "Yeah, where have y'all been? I mean, we're supposed to be together, in love, and all, and yet we never see y'all, never talk anymore. We call you guys and no one ever answers. Why did you guys cut your hair? And you got tattoos? Do you guys care about us at all? Oh, wait! Sam, I forgot." I faked shock with my eyes wide and hand over my mouth, looking at her. "They don't care about us anymore. They're the jerks that just made us think for years that they cared about us and then dropped us like we're no better than roaches they squash with their feet."

"Oh, I know. I just thought that I would let them know we didn't care about them either. Paul, you can pick up your things from my house any time you like. I don't want your shit."

All of a sudden the guys got up, threw money down on the table and practically run from the restaurant like there was a fire on their heels. Sam and I just laughed and walked out to our cars and after a quick hug goodbye, went our separate ways.

When I got home I went straight up to my room. Unfortunately, that meant I could see Jake's house. See, I live right next door to Jake Black, my, I guess, ex-boyfriend. Our bedrooms actually faced each other; both on the second floors, right across from each other. When we were little kids, we had begged our fathers to hang rope between our windows so we could pass notes back and forth. The rope even had little bells on it to let us know that we had a note waiting for us.

I sat at my desk writing and thinking about what all Jake and I had been through together. I thought about the day our dads had hung that rope. Billy, Jake's dad, hadn't been paralyzed at the time. To watch him climb that latter had been hilarious. Billy wasn't much for heights but he swore that what we wanted, we were going to have. So he climbed the latter and held on for dear life. I still remember him chanting, "It's for the kids. It's for the kids," over and over again.

I thought about our first day of school. He and I hadn't been in the same class. I had cried the whole day. I missed being with my Jakey. Nothing the teacher did would do made me stop crying. They finally called my dad and he came to the school. That wasn't who I wanted to see though and so I kept crying, telling Dad that "I want Jakey. They took my Jakey. Daddy, make them give Jakey back."

I remembered the first time we showed our true feelings for each other a year ago. I had been pining for him for a few years when we finally got together. We had just gotten home from school. The four of us had walked to my house to study for a Biology exam we would be having in a few days. Jake had been tickling me the whole way home. As soon as we got in my yard Jake made a decision. Knowing that I hated it, he pulled my bra strap back and let it snap back into place.

I started chasing him around the yard. After a few minutes he was somehow behind me chasing me. I don't know how he did it but he was the chaser now. When he was a few feet from me, I tripped and fell. He fell on top of me. We laid there for a moment looking into each others eyes. I had always thought he had the most beautiful brown eyes.

I watched as he slowly lowered his head and his lips were on top of mine. It was like fireworks going off. This was what I had been waiting for. This was the most beautiful moment of my life. That is until exactly a year later.

It was our year anniversary. Jake had taken me to the most beautiful restaurant in Port Angles, a near by town. It had been wonderful. When we were done eating Jake took us back home to his house. His parents were at a Tribal Council meeting and wouldn't be back for a few hours yet. As we walked into the house Jake told me how beautiful I looked. He took my hand and led me up to his bedroom. I was so nervous. I had been in his room before, many times, but never for the purpose I felt he had in mind.

He was so gentle with me that night. The way he touched me with feather light touches still made my panties melt. The way his eyes filled with lust at the sight of my naked body. The way he kissed every inch of my body. The way he licked and blew hot air on my center. The way he used his fingers in side me.

My eyes overflowed with tears at the memory. How could he be so gentle and sweet and loving a month ago and so hateful now? So much had changed in my life in that short time period.

I read over what I had written to my Jake while the memories had filled me.

Jake,

I don't know what happened between us, but I'm sorry for it. I hate that you feel you can't look at me or speak to me anymore. We were so in love a month ago. What happened? Jake, please tell me.

As I sit here and write this, I think of all the times we've shared together. I think about how I cried all through that first day of school all the way to last month. I miss you. I miss my best friend. I miss my boyfriend, the love that we shared. I miss being able to tell you anything.

Please, Jake, tell me what happened between us. Please. Please let me back in.

I still love you, no matter what.

Missy

As the tears continued to flow like Niagara Falls, I stood and walked over to my window where the rope hung. I grabbed it and affixed the note to it. I sent it on its way to Jake's side and when it got there, I cried more when I heard those bells ring.

I went over to my bed and sat on the floor next to it with my back leaning against it. From here I could still see into Jake's room. I sat there watching, waiting for him to read my note. What I saw shocked me. I saw Jake walk in and my heart stopped. He wasn't alone, though. His dad, my dad, and Sam Uley walked in behind him. Uley is the person who shocked me. Jake had told me the night I gave myself to him that he would never go near that guy. Everyone on the rez, except for the elders, believed that Sam Uley and his friends were just a gang. A gang that used drugs and liked to intimidate people. Everything Jake, Paul, Sam, and I were against. Now Jake was hanging out with him? What the fuck was going on?

I grabbed my cell phone out of my jeans pocket and dialed a very familiar number. Sam answered. "Sam, you will not believe what I am looking at!" I rushed to tell her.

"What?" her voice was thick with tears.

"OK so I'm sitting here watching Jake's window and then guess who walks in!"

"Jake?"

"Well yeah him, but both our dads and SAM ULEY!"

The line was silent for a moment. "What the fuck?"

"Exactly what I said. What the fuck is Samuel Uley doing at Jake's house? He swore he would never get involved with that gang. What is he doing? Oh my God!" My tears continued to flow down my cheeks.

I sat there for a minute longer watching as they sat in Jake's room talking. Then Jake looked toward his window. He must have noticed the note there because his face became sullen and downcast. He slowly got up and retrieved the note. He sat on his bed and read it. I thought I saw him sniffle but I couldn't have been right. He's the one that caused this. Why would he be crying?

He got up and went to his desk. After a few moments he walked back to his window and sent a piece of paper my way. I eagerly yet hesitantly got up and got the paper. I laid on my bed on my stomach and read.

Leave it and me alone, Melissa.

I broke down even more if that were possible. Why was he doing this? How was I going to make it through?