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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. The plot comes from Audrey, Wait by Robin Benway. (It's a really good book, if you're looking for something to read!)

I usually know when I'm dreaming—my subconscious is aware. I wish I could say that this horrible thing I now call my life was a dream, that I'd wake up any minute and be a normal teenager again, living with Charlie in peace, not hiding while I was in the shower, that kind of thing. I forced Alice to pinch me twice to make sure this wasn't some excruciatingly long nightmare, and she knows how much I hate pinches. Seriously, squeezing your skin until it hurts, it's awful. But anyway, it seems that Alice has finally grasped how desperate I am for this to be part of my imagination.

But, being my lucky self, it's not.

Everyone had heard the song by now. Mike, Ben, Eric, even my father. It was a humiliating aspect to have Charlie listen to the song while the evil DJ explained the lyrics, loudly, if I might add. I'm sure that having a song written about his daughter's breakup with her (now ex-) boyfriend wasn't in the plan when I first moved to Forks.

And okay, I guess I should admit now that the only reason I moved to Forks in the first place was to avoid the song, and annoying paparazzi. But lo and behold, they found me as soon as I settled into my old-new home. And Charlie wasn't too thrilled, let me tell you.

But let's back up for a minute. You're probably very confused by this point, and I don't blame you. In fact, you can join the club. I've been confused, angry; you name it, all in the course of forty-eight hours.

The night I broke up with Jacob was the night he wrote the song. You know, the song, the song that skyrocketed to number one in practically one day. I'm sure you've heard it before—everyone who's turned on the radio, any station at all, has heard it. Which includes my whole school, and probably the entire Olympic Peninsula, a fact I tried hard not to dwell on. However, it's hard not to dwell on something when everyone is calling out your name or breaking out into song in the hallways.

"Bella...I don't understand. Are you sure about this?" Jake had sniffled. We'd been in his room, on the bed, though not in the bed, I promise you. I had no intentions of that anytime soon.

I nodded. I'd been thinking about breaking up with Jacob for a while now. It's not that he's a bad guy—he's nice, funny, cute, exciting—but he was sort of overwhelming. Jacob's in a band called Rock Square, with members Jared, Paul, Embry, Quil, and Sam as their manager, but I'll get to that part later. The thing about Jacob's band is that they don't actually suck, unlike the other "bands" forming in the town. They booked gigs in some local hotspots and were pretty good, but not great. Not until Jacob got in his heartbroken-mushy-gushy mood, anyway, and wrote the song. My song.

I handed a box of tissues to Jake, though he pushed them away, and waited awkwardly for him to say something. I felt bad, and slightly guilty, though Alice had pounded in my head that only sensitive morons felt guilty. Jacob was a great guy. Just...maybe not such a great boyfriend.

Like whenever we went out, he was either talking about the band, telling jokes about the band, or thinking about ideas for the band. It was all about the band, and while I was truly happy for him and Rock Square, I felt oddly lonely, like he didn't care about me like a boyfriend should. Maybe I'm selfish, but he didn't provide much attention, so it was a moot point.

"Bella, please say you're shitting me. I have a gig tonight, and this is totally blowing my mood."

"I'm sorry, Jake," I said. I meant it.

Jake waved a hand, like I was being sarcastic. "Is it me? Am I treating you wrong?"

"No, it's not you, Jake, it's me." The world's most famous breakup line. I hoped he didn't keep tabs.

"I've heard that one before," he huffed. Damn. I sighed, readjusting my position on the bed, careful not to get closer to him and throw him out of whack. Jake didn't seem to notice. He didn't notice a lot about me, actually. Once we were talking on the phone and I shouted, "Holy crow, there's a thief in the house!" and he kept on going on and on about why Sam was being an ass. I mean, come on. I'm a pretty easygoing person, but that is where I draw the line.

"Well...can we still be friends?" Jake finally asked. I lit up. Friends would be fine. Friends would be great. Friends eventually let go of each other.

"Sure, I'd love that," I enthused. Oops. I didn't want to give him mixed signals. Jake was oblivious, however, so my worries went unnoticed. What a surprise.

"So...will you come tonight? To the show?"

Crap. When we were together, I made every one of his shows. Every one. I'd say I'm a pretty supportive girlfriend. I used to wait backstage and whisper words of encouragement, but now I would be in the audience. I was definitely not going alone, but I wasn't about to tell Jacob that.

"Yeah, of course." I'd bring Alice and her boyfriend, Jasper. They'd like that.

"Okay. Thanks. So...see you tonight?"

I was getting just a little uncomfortable as his words sank in. "See you tonight" was commonly used for dates, and I didn't want him to think we were still on.

I nodded and walked out, taking deep breaths, and pressing my fingers to my temple. I had to talk to Alice—she always made me feel better.

"Bella, wait!" Jacob called as I dashed downstairs, leaving Jacob's room, and house, for that matter, for the final time. I pretended I didn't hear him and slammed the door.

"It's about time!" Alice said when I'd told her about the breakup.

"What?" I gasped. Alice had an uncanny ability to predict things, and they were creepily accurate.

"I mean, you've stayed with him for way too long. I don't know where you get so much patience—I would've dropped him like that." She snapped her fingers for emphasis. Alice had very high standards.

"But, did you like, predict that we would split?" I asked uncertainly.

Alice scoffed. "Sweetie, anyone could've predicted that. I mean, Jake's alright, but you're way out of his league."

I scoffed. "It's me you're talking about, right?"

"Shut up, Bells. You know you're better than him."

"I am not. We're just different, and he wasn't the best boyfriend, so—"

"You liar. He wasn't just 'not the best boyfriend', he was the worst boyfriend. Did he ever wink at you or smile at you when he saw you? Did he ever compliment you? Oh, this is a good one: Did he ever use a complete sentence and not brag about his band?"

"He smiled at me. And complimented me—remember my boots? He said they were pointy."

"Bella, let me introduce you to The Point. You're missing it." I could almost feel Alice's smile radiating off the phone. She was full of those kinds of phrases. "And besides, calling boots pointy is not a compliment. Those were vintage—he has no style sense. If Jasper ever said something to me like that, I'd throw something at him."

We'd been talking in front of my house, all glammed up for the show tonight. Remember when I said Jacob got lots of gigs at local hotspots? Well, the most popular is Bayside Shack (though there is no bay anywhere, much less on the side, near Forks, so the name is quite random). It's basically a local hangout, open Friday through Sunday, and it's packed with the student body of Forks High School.

"What should Jasper never say?" Jasper came up behind Alice, putting his hands over her eyes like you would in peek-a-boo. I felt sort of awkward standing there as they snuggled and kissed, and for a second my mind went to Jacob. Not like he'd display some PA (public affection), but still, it's nice to think about the potential.

I didn't want to feel like a third wheel tonight, so, selfishly, I interrupted them. "So, Jazz, did you make that CD?"

Jasper broke away from Alice to grin at me. "You know it! I've never met someone as crazy as you, Bella. Couldn't you just get an iPod like all the normal people in the world?"

He was referring to my insane collection of mix CDs, of course. Unlike "all the normal people in the world," as he said, I didn't like iPods. I mean, if some genius came up with CDs, why did we have to launch further into technology and invent iPods and iPod shuffles and mp3's? Some inventions are useful, like speakers and telephones, but really, why go explore science further? I made mix CDs, (I hated buying CDs in the store when there's just one artist, what's the creativity in that?) and when someone offered to make one for me, it just about made my day. Jasper had requested he make one for me since he had forgotten my birthday last month, which I didn't care about, but he insisted and I couldn't say no to music.

"What's the fun in that? Those circle-y scroll-y thingies are really annoying. They irritate my thumbs."

Jasper laughed. "Whatever. I have it in the car—we can blast it on the way to Bayside."

"Okay," I nodded. Alice giggled excitedly as we climbed in his Jeep and turned the music on full volume. Alice loved her music loud, like chest-pounding, ears-falling-off loud. I, on the other hand, preferred music to fade into background music, but I didn't object.

"So, Bella, why are you coming with us? Not that we don't want you here, I'm just curious why you're not going backstage with Rock Square, that's all." Jasper was quick to explain, not wanting to offend me. I hesitated. He misunderstood and continued torturing himself.

"I mean, ag, I'm happy you're coming with us, don't get me wrong, because you're fun and everything, but—"

"Calm down, Jazz," Alice said. I giggled, because usually it was Jasper telling Alice those words. Jasper smiled at her dreamily. Alice's eyes sparkled as she explained my lame story. "Bella's not going backstage 'cause she must've fell into the clouds and finally got some sense knocked into her. She broke up with Jacob."

Jasper, who wasn't one for gossip, shocked me a little when his jaw dropped. "Right before the gig?" He choked out. "That's harsh!"

Alice smacked the back of his head, though he was driving, and rolled her eyes. "Boys," she muttered.

"Why?" Jasper demanded me, ignoring Alice.

"He was just...too absorbed. In his band, I mean."

"Well yeah, he's gotta be dedicated, Bella, he's—"

"Jazz! Can you try to see Bella's side of this?"

"Sorry," Jasper pretended to zip his lips and imitated throwing out the key.

"Keep your hands on the wheel!" I cried. It always scared me when he did those kinds of things nonchalantly, like he wasn't driving a vehicle speedily down the highway and could crash into another car any second.

"So, Bella, who's next in line?" Alice chirped, eyes wide, ignoring my spasm.

"What do you mean?"

"Your next boyfriend," Alice said like it was obvious. I blushed but tried to act like I hadn't heard her.

"I just dumped Jacob, Alice. I'm not looking for a rebound guy."

"I'm not an idiot, Bella. I know you're interested in someone, not for a rebound, but because you actually like him. Who is he?"

"I don't like anyone," I mumbled uselessly. Alice would find out in about two seconds, anyway. She gave me a look.

"I don't like him, I just think he's nice."

Alice cheered, now that she had gotten to me. "Who is he?"

I glanced at Jasper warily. He pretended not to listen, but I saw the corners of his lips pull up.

"Well I work with him," I hinted. Alice's eyes widened in understanding. Let me just say right now that my job is probably the most pitiful job in Forks. Its name should be illegal. Get this—it's called Sunshine Cows. It sounds like some ad for spoiled milk, right? Or perhaps a therapy center, where I'll probably be going after all that's happened these last few days? But anyway, it's a coffee shop. Not like Starbucks—it isn't famous or half as good. It's a local shop, er Shoppe.

"What's his name again?" Alice asked, her lip pouting like she was disappointed she'd forgotten.

"Edward."

"Oh, that's right. Most of your customers go there just for him and his hotness," she announced. Jasper stuck out his tongue while I threw her a look. It's not like I didn't know that already.

"He may be 'hot' but he has no friends," Jasper said heartlessly. Alice smacked his head again. This time he dodged it.

"Don't be so mean!" Alice scolded. I grimaced. When I'd first worked with him, I was almost overwhelmed with his gorgeousness. He had beautiful tousled bronze hair and his eyes. Those eyes blew me away. I hadn't known he'd gone to our school before I talked to him, something I felt really bad about after. Edward was quiet at first, but soon I got him to open up a little. We weren't exactly friends, but we were getting there. I tried not to think about the things I did before I liked him, like tripping over my two feet and having a sneezing fit that lasted five million years longer that it should've.

"What? I can't stand having you talk about other guys—I'm just jealous that way." Jasper smiled at Alice playfully. I hadn't realized we'd parked, but here we were, right in front of the Bayside Shack. It all felt normal, like it did every Friday night.

Hah. Normal. I missed those days.

Because as we went inside and danced and flailed our arms, that was when it happened. That was when Rock Square, well, basically Jacob, announced their new song. The song that made everyone in America know my name, but not know who I was. The song that had people in school drooling over my picture, begging for autographs even though I hadn't even written the stupid thing.

The song called "Bella, Wait."

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