I've already received many questions, so I'll answer the most asked questions:

Will it be angsty all through-out?

Yes, and no. I mean, not EVERY chapter is going to be angsty, but yes, this story will be full of angst.

Will there be a happy ending?

Of course! But... Jacob and Bella will struggle A LOT before they can be happy together.

Why are there two kids on the banner for this story?

That, my friends, I cannot answer. I guess you'll just have to stay tuned and keep updated.

And here is Chapter 2! ENJOY :)

Chapter 2: Not Okay

Bella POV

I laughed like a stupid maniac. Jacob had a sheepish smile plastered onto his face. "I'm sorry. Did I scare you?" I managed to joke. Joke? I didn't think I even had the capability to joke anymore.

"Me? Scared? No way! I was just surprised," he defended quickly. His eyes roamed my form and suddenly his eyes fell into sadness. Please, not you too. "What happened to you Bella?" he asked softly.

"I- I don't want to talk about it," I stuttered quietly. He nodded in understanding.

"So what did you need?" he asked in a more upbeat tone. That's what I like about him. He has the ability to be happy all the time.

"Your dad told me to call you up for dinner. Hence, why I'm here," I replied.

"Sure, let me just finish down here," he complied. He hovered over the hood of a car. I walked over to it and ran my fingertips of the piece of metal.

"I see you got your car," I mused. The one he had always wanted.

"Yeah, the twenty dollars that my dad gave me was worth it after all," he chuckled. I froze suddenly.

"Why are you here?" I asked him. I sat outside of the prom as I waited for Edward to come back. Jacob had just appeared out of thin air.

"This'll sound so stupid but my dad gave me twenty dollars to warn you about Cullen," he groaned with a somewhat of a serious expression on his face.

"Do you need the money that badly?" I teased.

"Yeah," he grinned, "It's going towards my car."

"Oh crap. Shit Bella. I didn't mean to – I hadn't meant to… I'm sorry," he apologized as he quickly stood by me in comfort.

"You don't have to be sorry Jake. This is just me being my broken self," I spat bitterly towards myself. If I just wasn't so stupid!

"Hey, don't you dare blame yourself for anything," he grounded out. I looked up and locked eyes with his intense brown eyes. "You don't deserve this. No one ever does," he assured me with anger in his voice. I gave a small nod and managed to prevent the tears to fall again.

"Let's go eat," I quickly changed the subject. He agreed and wiped his hands on a towel, taking off the grease off of his hands.

"I'm glad you came by today Bells," he smiled softly at me.

"Me too," I whispered back.

We walked back inside the house and ate dinner. The table was hardly silent at all. Charlie and Billy kept going at it, teasing each other relentlessly. Surprisingly, I had found it in myself to laugh every now and then. I saw the look that Charlie had passed me one time. He was happy.

"Thanks for the dinner Billy," my dad thanked.

"Don't worry about it. We don't get much company," Billy grinned. "You guys wanna stay for a while? There's a Mariners game tonight," he wiggled his eyes suggestively. My dad had a longing look in his eyes as he turned to me.

"Bells?" he asked hopefully.

"We'd be delighted," I agreed with a soft, but forced, smile. I could tell that Billy saw passed through it.

"Great!" he exclaimed.

"You wanna hang in the garage?" Jake asked as our dads got comfortable around the living room. I nodded and followed him back out.

"How's the car going?" I asked, trying to make small talk.

"I've done all I could for now. If you hadn't noticed, I got that car in scraps. I'm going to need a lot of parts to repair it and those parts don't come cheap," he answered with a hint of sadness behind his voice. Cars are truly his passion.

"I'm sorry," I empathized.

"It's alright. The car is going to be a lot of hard work but once I get it all fixed up, it will be worth every single second of patience," he smiled at me. Something about his statement makes me think that there's much more behind his words.

I walked over to the small, worn out couch and watched in awe as Jacob continued to work on the car. I saw how much love and care he put into working on it. He would gently clean any sort of grease that appeared on the car and the way his eyes lit up whenever everything went the way he wanted it to melted my heart.

My eyes widened. No. Not again.

"Are you doing okay?" I asked, wanting to shake myself from my thoughts.

"How about you? Are you sure I'm not boring you to death over there?" he teased. Quite the opposite actually.

"Not at all. I like watching you work," I stated bluntly. Even behind his dark, russet colored skin, I saw a tint of pink form on his cheeks. He turned around and busied himself with the car again. I couldn't help the smile that graced upon my lips.

It was the first genuine smile I've had for six months. It wasn't forced. It wasn't faked. It just came out naturally.

For hours Jake and I stayed in a comfortable silence. He worked on the car while I sat there and watched him work. I couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles flexed. He was beautiful in his own kind of way. What the hell am I thinking?

"Bella? You okay?" he asked worriedly. I shook my head from my thoughts and looked up to see him standing in front of me. "You've been staring at me for a whole five minutes now. I know I'm sexy but damn," he laughed, his eyes twinkling with humor. I felt a blush crawl its way up my cheeks.

"Shut up," I muttered, "I was just zoning out."

That was also the first time I've blush in six months. What the hell?

"Sure you were," he rolled his eyes sarcastically before beaming into a huge smile.

"What?" I asked. Subconsciously, a genuine smile formed on my lips again. Damn him and his contagious smile! Damn you Jacob Black!

"Nothing, you just look a bit different," he commented, making me blush again.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously. I mean, I know I lost a lot of weight and my face was fixed into a permanent scowl but I've been like this for half a year now. How could I look different?

"It's just when you came here earlier, you seemed dead," he replied. "No offense," he quickly added.

"None taken," I assured him. My life has been ripped away from me. Of course I look dead. Well I did want to die. I guess it's just the closest I'll ever be to dying in the meantime.

"But now," he continued, "you're sort of glowing. I mean not overly happy but you seem content. You laughed and smiled. Really smiled. You just also blushed. You looked so pale earlier and it's nice to see some color in your face." He said this all with happiness and care in his voice. I doubt that he cares.

"I feel better, I guess. It's just that since Ed – he left," I wrapped my arms around my stomach to stop the pain that came from the mention of his being, "I've really had nothing to live for except Charlie but even then I'm hardly trying my best. I wanted to die Jake. I should've died." I whispered the last sentence. I felt the tears clouding my eyes. I clutched my stomach dependently, not wanting to feel the pain again.

This was the first time I've ever allowed myself to talk about what had happened to me. I didn't want to talk to Charlie about it because he was just going to go into a rampage. He would try to hunt the Cu – them. Jake felt like the right guy to talk to. He didn't judge and he didn't pry. He took all my words and sealed it deep within him. His eyes were blazed with sadness.

"Scoot over," he said softly. I moved to the edge of the couch while Jake squeezed himself next to me. "I get it Bells. He was your everything but as I said, he was. He's in the past and you've got to learn to let go. You've got a whole life ahead of you. Maybe you didn't die, because there's something in the future for you. May it be a successful career or a man that will truly give you the love that you deserve," he told me. No! I don't want anyone else but him!

"It's not that easy," I whispered. "I love him. I still do and I don't think I could ever stop. There will be no other man that can ever take his place in my heart," I added firmly. I didn't know who I was trying to convince. Jake or myself?

"You never know," he sighed sadly. What does he mean? What is he trying to say? He locked eyes with me and seemed to have been searching for something. I didn't think he found it because he turned away quickly and stood up. I felt my heart lurch for him to be beside me again. I don't understand myself. "It's almost eleven. I think the game's almost over," he said in a slightly cold voice.

"Are you okay Jake?" I asked worriedly. I felt my heart clench at the way he had talked to me. I wrapped my arm around my stomach again and clenched it.

"Yeah, I'm just really tired. I think I'm going to crash," he replied. I nodded and followed him quietly back into the house.

"You ready to leave Bells?" my dad asked.

"Yeah," I answered lowly.

"Thanks again for having us Billy," my dad thanked again as he gave Billy a man hug.

"It was our pleasure," Billy smiled. "Did you have fun dear?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I actually did," I replied truthfully as I gave him a smile, not a fake one. If possible, his smile got wider.

"That's nice to hear," he grinned at me. "Give your old man a hug," he joked, outstretching his arms to me. I leaned down and hugged him.

"Please tell Jake I'm sorry for whatever it is that got him so mad," I whispered in his ear before letting go. His lips tightened and he nodded his head. "Thank you," I added.

My dad and I drove back home. "You seemed happy today Bells," he commented in the car.

"I think it was just Jake. His happiness is very contagious," I told him. Very.

"Jake's a good kid," was the last thing he said before we fell into another comfortable silence. As we got home, I grudgingly walked up the stairs and into my bedroom. Slipping out of my clothes, I put on shorts and a small tank top.

I collapsed onto the bed and closed my eyes. My happiness didn't last very long. Even Jacob's bubbly personality can't take away the ocean of despair that I pathetically wallow in at night.

"I love you Edward! Please don't leave me!" I begged as I ran after him.

He stood over a cliff, his back facing me. He turned around and his corner of his lips curled up into an evil smirk. "I thought I told you that I no longer wanted you," he hissed.

"You must be lying! You said you loved me!" I shouted at him. I collapsed onto the floor and kneeled. "Please," I whispered.

"Yeah, loved," he mocked in a deathly tone. I wrapped my arm around my stomach once again. I felt as though a sword had been pierced through my stomach. "Goodbye," he added with no emotion before diving off the cliff graciously.

"Edward!" I screamed.

"Bella! Please wake up," Charlie pleaded as he grabbed my shoulders, shaking me back and forth. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He crushed me to his chest and sobbed. "It was only a dream. It will okay," he assured me. I cried into him for the millionth time.

It won't be okay.

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