6/25/10. This used to be an author's note...but I felt like replacing it, because EVERYONE HATES AUTHOR'S NOTES.

That being said...I don't have much of an excuse for this. I was really REALLY BORED. But anyway.

Warning: THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ESME. SHE DOESN'T EVEN SHOW UP.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all.

Edward found Bella inconsolable out in the backyard, staring at the small memorial she had constructed hastily after he had died.

"It-it's been a year today," she whispered brokenly, eyes fixed on the small cross they had found to create some sort of tribute for him. Edward wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm sorry we couldn't go to the actual grave," he told her softly.

"It's not that far away," she said angrily, wrenching herself from his arms.

"It's too far, especially traveling in sunny weather. Besides, we were just out there and you know how difficult it is to make arrangements," he reasoned gently. She sighed heavily, and Edward pulled her back into his arms.

"It's not fair," she whimpered. "He was too young to die."

"I know," he agreed. "Life isn't fair. But still, Bella. It's been a whole year. Don't you think he would want you to move on?" She turned on him, furious.

"How can I just move on?" she cried angrily. "He was there for me, Edward. Even when you weren't. When you left," Edward looked away and she felt a pang of guilt for bringing it up but pressed on regardless. "When you left, he was there for me. All the time. Even when I thought I didn't need him. He made me happy." Bella bit her lip and was fiercly glad that vampires couldn't cry, because otherwise she'd be bawling by now.

"I am sorry, Bella." His arms went around her again, and this time she didn't fight it. "He was a good person. He didn't deserve the way people treated him."

"Mom?" Nessie joined her parents at the memorial, staring at the ground sadly. "It's the anniversary, isn't it?" Bella nodded, and leaned down to hug her daughter.

"You would have loved him so much," she informed her daughter. "You probably won't remember him, not the way I did, but he was such an amazing person." Renesmee nodded solemnly.

"I remember his voice," she admitted softly. "I remember people talking about him. I wish I had been able to actually know him." Bella smiled sadly and hugged Nessie close once more.

"What's going on back here?" Jacob walked out the back door and joined the little group in front of the memorial. "Hey, that's Michael Jackson!" His eyes went wide as he stared at Bella, everything coming together at once. "Today isn't- has it really been a whole year?" Bella nodded, face still half-pressed into Nessie's shoulder. Jacob's face crumpled.

"I can't believe he died!"

"I know! I miss him so much!" Bella cried, something brighter in her voice now that she had finally found someone who understood her pain.

"With the moonwalk-"

"And Thriller-"

"Jackson 5-"

"My mom once took me to Neverland Ranch-"

"I saw his house in Indiana-" Bella's mouth snapped shut as she stared at Jacob in awe.

"Really?" He nodded.

"Yeah. I still know all the moves from Thriller." He turned and waved toward one of the bedrooms. The familiar sound of a door creaking echoed through the back yard, and Jacob turned and grinned. "I thought it might cheer you up." He started dancing wildly, while Bella clapped and attempted (mostly unsuccessfully) to follow his movements.

Edward and Nessie stared awkwardly. "I'll never understand the phenomenon that is Michael Jackson. The King of Pop indeed."

"Daddy- who was Michael Jackson?" Edward looked down at his daughter in shock. The music cut off, and Bella and Jacob both stared at the smaller girl in front of them.

"You don't know who Michael Jackson is!" The statement came from all directions simultaneously. Bella and Jacob immediately turned the music back on in an attempt to educate their music-deprived friend. Edward sighed. Nessie went off in search of Emmett, who lately seemed like the sanest person around.

"Nessie- all you need to know about Michael Jackson was that before he was alive and black and now he's dead and white…"

THE END.

What can I say...THIS IS THRILLER, THRILLER NIIIIIGHT.

In memory of Michael Jackson. 1958-2009.

Cocoa =D