I do not own twilight or the song, Summer of Darkness. The song belongs to Demon Hunter, twilight belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

Please don't kill me!! It's essential to the story!!

I got dressed and went downstairs. It smelled like breakfast had already been made. I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey. Did you make breakfast?"

"Yes. Did you sleep well?" He turned around. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Sure, sure." I'd never told him about my dreams, and I never wanted to.

Just then, I eyed what was in the pan on the stove.

"Chocolate chip pancakes?" My mood brightened.

"Yep." Jacob smirked, knowing how much I loved them.

"Thanks! What's the occasion?"

"Occasion? Can't I just feel like making breakfast for you?"

"I guess, but I would have been fine with cereal."

"You eat cereal everyday," Jacob argued.

"I like cereal." He made it sound like it was a bad thing that I ate cereal.

Jacob paused and sighed.

"Do you want cereal?" I could hear the hint of hurt in his voice.

"No, I love that you made pancakes for me," I smiled brightly at him.

He smiled back before returning to the stove.

"Crap!" He yelled. His sudden outburst surprised me and I jumped. I looked down. The pancakes were on fire and the pan was smoking.

Jacob was dancing around the kitchen, fanning the smoke.

"Crap, crap, crap! Ah, fire extinguisher? Fire, ah dang it! Crap, crap, crap!"

While he was jumping around frantically, I'd found the fire extinguisher. I pointed it at the stove. Jacob calmed down as soon as he saw that the fire was out." We stood there for a minute, staring at the stove.

I was the first to move. I began to make a bowl of cereal.

"No, Bella. I tried to make you pancakes, but I will succed this time. Let me make more," Jacob started to move over to the stove but I wrapped my arms around him and held him where he was.

"It's ok, I'll eat cereal." I smiled at him.

"You eat cereal all the time, honey." He looked down at me. I shrugged.

"Well, I like it, so..." I smiled and gave him a brief kiss before setting up a bowl of cereal.

"I'm sorry for catching your breakfast on fire." Jacob sounded so heartbroken, like a poor puppy who had done something wrong and was fearing punishment. Jacob used this voice on me to make me feel sympathetic. It was practically the only way he could get what he wanted, but I wasn't falling for it this time. I was hungry.

"I told you not to attempt cooking." I smiled as I grabbed the milk.

Jacob stood in the corner of the kitchen, watching my every move. Even when my back was turned, I could tell when he was looking at me. Probably because it happened so often. It used to make me self-conscious, but I've learned to expect it from him.

I set my bowl on the table and proceeded to eat. Jacob was still leaning against the counter, watching me. I looked up at him. He smiled. I blushed and looked back down at my cereal.

I heard Jacob move. Keeping my head down, I looked through my hair as we walked towards the table. He sat down next to me, but I pretended not to notice. As I was about to take a bite of my cereal, he spoke.

"Bella." His voice was deep and husky. I dropped my spoon.

Jacob laughed and leaned in to kiss me.

Then his phone rang.

He groaned and answered it. I resumed eating my breakfast, trying to quiet my heart. I was in love with Jacob. Though a part of my heart never felt the same. But I wasn't allowed to think about that.

The Cullens had never come back. I had never expected them to, though I wanted them to. After my cliff-diving incident, Jacob took me home and we kissed. That's how it all started. My heart exploded with joy, knowing that I could move on happily.

I was happy with Jacob. He was my best friend, and the only person who stayed with me when I was falling apart. Who knows what would've happened without him. I didn't like to think about it.

Even though I loved Jacob, a part of me knew that it wasn't completely true, but I could not afford to think about it. Jacob didn't deserve to see me trying to hold myself together again. So I didn't think about him. Because I was happy with my new life, even if I missed the one I had.

When Jacob proposed, I was hesitant. Very very hesitant. Marriage was never on my to-do list. It was actually one big, fat to-don't. But when I thought about it, it made sense. I could only see myself with one other person besides Jacob, and he wasn't coming back. And hurting Jacob was always hard for me, I didn't want to see him in pain. When I accepted, he smiled so bright and huge that his face could have just fallen off.

When I looked at him now, sometimes I could see his disbelief, but I mostly saw how happy it was. And it made me happy.

"Yeah. Okay. See you." Jacob closed the phone. I looked up at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry. Work called. They need me now." He looked at me apologetically. I smiled weakly.

"It's ok. I'll be here. Or I might need to get groceries, I'm not sure."

"I'll make you chocolate chip panacakes when I get back. And I won't burn them this time," he kissed my forehead. And he was gone.

I checked the kitchen, we didn't need any groceries. And there was no laundry to be done. There was nothing to do.

The lines in the song repeated in my head.

Breathing in this pain
(Rejecting all I am)
I hear you cry again
(Is this my final stand?)
Before I go
(Before I lose it all)
You should know
I hate myself for hurting you.

Suddenly, I knew what I had to do.

Oh yeah, that's a cliffie. I went there!

Please don't hate me if you don't like the pairing. It's needed for the story. I am sorry!

K so I know the purpose of this story, but I don't know where I'm going or how I'll get there. Lol.

A big thanks to my beta, Obsessed.with.writing!! Thank you so much. You rock the rubberbands of my notebook, because yes I am stupid enough to put rubberbands on my notebook and accidentally fling my pen across the table during driving school. Whee!