A/N: Special thanks goes to Aligirl70, for making my stories in this collection better. The Breaking Dawn Quote of the Day for July 13, 2008: Bella: "Oh Mike! How will I go on?" It was taken off of Stephenie Meyer's Official Website. BTW, the story timeline is after Eclipse, before Breaking Dawn.

My truck pulled into the driveway of the small house off of Mora road. My truck had been acting funny lately, there seemed to be something wrong every time I turned it on. Small things, which added up to bigger ones. I think it was almost time I gave it up, but it was my truck, and I didn't want to say goodbye to it because of it's sentimental value. Plus, I didn't have enough money to buy another one. I'm sure Edward wouldn't mind me taking me everywhere, seeing as he already does, but it would be nice to have a car of my own. With a over exaggerated sigh, I jumped out of the truck and made my way through the mist of rain trickling down. I reached the sheltered porch of the small house, and before I had the chance to knock, the door opened, and a smiling, happy Mike stood there.

"Hey Bella," Mike said. "Want to come inside? I'm almost ready to leave, let me just grab a water."

"Thanks," I said, walking into the foyer and pulled down my hood. I'd never been inside Mike's house before and I looked upon the pictures hanging on the wall. It showed him as a small child, on a beach in California. Bringing back memories of the hot sun, I smiled warmly. Mike appeared at the door ready with his coat.

"Ok," he said, reaching past me for the door handle. We made our way back down the soggy driveway and into my truck.

Mike needed a lift to work that morning because his truck was in the repair shop after he accidentally hit a fence. His truck only had a few bumps and scrapes. Poor whether conditions was ruled as to why he hit the fence in the first place.

"So, what's new?" Mike asked me as we pulled onto the road heading towards the stop sign.

"Mostly everything has been the same," I sighed. "What about you?"

He focused close on the road. With a sad look on his face, he shook his head. "My parents are getting a divorce, if you can count that as new…" His voice trailed off and the truck went silent.

"I'm sorry Mike, that's really awful," I said, breathless. I saw his parents at our graduation and they looked mighty fine then. I couldn't think of what might have happened.

"It's alright," he assured. "I'll be going to university soon enough and then I'll be away from this place."

I nodded in agreement. I know I'd be getting away from this place as well, but I don't think I was going to tell him my story as to why I would never see him again.

"Promise you'll write?" He asked me, almost desperate.

"Course I will," I told him, not knowing if I could keep that promise.

I could see the store up ahead, only four or so more blocks. We stopped at the red light and watched as a woman carried her kid along through the rain. I looked into the rear-view mirror. No one was behind us, but unexpectedly the mirror dropped onto the floor of the truck.

"Whoa," I said, watching the mirror roll towards my feet. Mike reached down and picked it up.

"Never seen that happen before. Your truck is falling apart at the seems." He chuckled. "You might want to get that looked at."

I smiled and laughed. "You don't say."

The light turned green and we made it safely to the store. We both hoped out and went inside. I was carrying the mirror in my hand and when we got inside I set it down on the counter.

"I have some extra duct tape if you'd like." He said holding a ring of silver. He passed it over to me and I ripped off a piece and tossed him back the tape.

"Thanks, I'll pick you up at 5?" I asked.

"Yes please," He said smiling.

I made my way out the door carrying a broken rear-view mirror and a large piece of duct-tape. I must have looked pretty dumb, but it was alright. I'd be safer with it semi stuck on then nothing at all.

Once I had securely taped the mirror back into place, I closed my door and started the truck. Wait, scratch that, I tried to start the truck. Which did not work. I tried again, and again. Sitting there frustrated and not knowing what was wrong with this hunk of junk, I sat there aimlessly wondering what I could do. Mike popped his head out the door and called for me.

"Bella? You don't have to wait here until five," His joking tone made me laugh.

"My truck wont start. I think it's seen the light." My joking tone made him laugh.

Mike walked over and slid in beside me. "I think it's time to let it go," He said with phoney emotion. "It's days have come to an end."

I sat there smiling and shaking my head "Oh Mike! How will I go on?" My sarcasm deep.

We both cracked up and sat there for a bit longer.

"Do you mind if I make a phone call?" I asked pointing to the store.

"Yeah, go ahead." He said, and we both walked back into the store. I made my way to the register where the phone was. I picked it up and called Edwards cell.

"Hello?" Came his voice from the other end.

"It's Bella, can you come pick me up at Newton's Outfitters?" I asked.

"Yes, of course I can. You dropped off Mike this morning, why can't you get home?"

"My truck is broken."

"Oh," he said. Through with that tone of voice, he was not telling me everything. "I'll be there in a few, Bella."

"Thanks, see you soon, love you, bye."

"Love you too, bye." The phone went dead. I pondered why Edward might know why my truck was going crazy. I knew he always complained about how I need a new car and such, but I didn't think he would ever go to such a length as to ruin my truck. It didn't seem like him.

Mike had gone into the back room, so I stood at the large glass door and waited for Edward.