Chapter Twelve. Two words: Short and filler. What else can I say? Sorry? It also took me forever to write this chapter, for which I apologize. I've been so busy with almost starting school and family/friends. My brother's been gone for 6 days and I thought I would be able to write but I guess that didn't help. I've also been seriously lazy too. Big thanks to all of you who reviewed: RavenclawRebel, ninjanoni (I'm actually quiet entertained by your reviews and have no idea whether or not I replied to the last one.... yeah... sorry you've been losing many nights of sleep because of me. Oops! Keep on writing those reviews please- total highlight of my day... for the oddest of reasons... and I live in the city! There's plenty of things to be amazed and highlighted by!), teambellaedward, and CullenObsession114. You all rock my socks.


Chapter quote: "Life isn't a movie, Princess."


Bella's POV

Dear Jacob Black,

Don't hate me. I didn't want to do it at first. It just kind of happened. It was dark and I was confused!

I'd understand if you'd never want to see me again.

I'm unstable.

I'm incorrect.

I'm stubborn.

It's not you, it's me!

I cheated on you. A few times.

I love you, but I'm not in love with you.

There's other fish in the sea. I'm more of a land person, who likes to take tiring hikes. You like swimming.

You and I are a bad choice. We'll never make it in the long run.

I'm not loyal and if I haven't already, I'll break your heart.

You might want to run me over with your car, and for that I'd understand; I'd want to run myself over too.

You'll never love me, like he did and for that very reason I can never be with you again.

What we had was special, but I'm kicking you out of my life.

I think you and me are better off friends. What do you say?

You don't love me. I don't love you.

I love Edward Cullen. Sorry bucko!

I had the outfit. Now I needed the dangerous words.

The painstaking horrible words.

Something that made you shiver as you read or heard them. They had to be that bad, and that heartbreaking for Jacob.

The blonde gripped the coffee mug in her hands, as if clinging to the last of the world's heat and raised an eyebrow. From her seat, she watched my uneven pacing up and down this walkway, back and fourth. "What could I say?" I spun around quickly to face Rosalie who raised an eyebrow, and shook her head.

"Why don't you try the truth?" I scoffed. As if it's that easy.

I laughed bitterly. "The truth's not that bad it is?" I groaned, and began pacing The Bistro again. Sudden realization hit me. "Oh God, it is!"

Rosalie took a sip of her coffee, and wrapped her arms around her body. "Pretty much."

"You're really helpful," I muttered sarcastically, after rolling my eyes. I stopped and caught sight of my clock. Shit! "I should go. Maybe when I get there everything will pop and I'll have the correct thing to say, running from my mouth." I gathered my bag and chugged down the rest of my coffee.

"Life isn't a movie, Princess," Rosalie muttered to herself. Her blond hair fell past her shoulders as she reached back and unclipped her hair pins. She slid them into her pocket, standing up with her coffee mug in her tight grip. She cleared her throat and smiled a sickly smile. I could feel my insides twist; she was right.

"You are right." I sat back down in defeat. My stubborn attitude flew away days ago.

She cleared her throat and sat down across from me. Her eyes felt as cool as ice as they stared back at me. "Tell him the truth. Every bit of the truth."

How hard could it really be? "Sure! I mean why the hell not? I'm going to rot in hell anyways, might as well make this an awesome life and break Jacob's heart."

Rosalie grinned and stood up and before leaving said, "After that we'll go out. Drink the nights away. You need it." Earlier we exchanged numbers, skillfully texting. At first texting Rosalie was odd because she was the girl who helped me in the store, the gorgeous girl who deserved to hang onto the sides of beautiful men like Edward Cullen and text other beautiful people of her status and not "that one girl who wanted to break her boyfriend's heart". God only knows what she really thinks about me now. The fact that we were getting coffee on the same day was almost heart wrenching. This woman had other places to be. She probably had some magazine to model for, or some article to write on the connections between shopper and worker. I was quiet possibly her pawn in some sick experiment.

That or she was just some woman who generally liked to screw with people. If that were the case, she was good, very good.

I drove home extremely anxious to have this week over, to forget Jacob, Edward and Charlie/Billy. Kind of funny it's all guys I deeply care for, isn't it?

I was quick to throw off all of my clothes when I got home and change into my "kick ass heart wrenching" outfit. The black shirt hugged every curve of my slim body -although I'd gained a few pounds since the whole "I slept with Edward Cullen while dating Jacob" incident and was now gaining noticeable weight. Where there use to be a smooth and small bump and was good and healthy amount of chub. My thighs had also grown thicker in the course of a few days. Not by much.

Secretly I was enjoying it.

The pants Rosalie had given me were a dark, almost black, denim, skinny and also very fitting. I was tempted to slip on a pair of black death-heels but reframed. Die today or die later?

I slipped on a pair of silver flats and ran my fingers through my hair, unsure if I was ready or not.

Jacob's POV

I hated the fact that I felt the constant need to have Bella by my side. While she was at work, taking her time getting ready, even visiting her dad I wanted to hold her ridiculously tight and never let her go. There was always that possibility of a flood- what if she was swept away? She's never been a strong swimmer. Or what if the Mt. Rainer finally decided to take a shit on this state- it's active and deadly- and it spread it's horrible/toxic ashes into my sweet Bella's lungs, even the possibility of her being burnt to a crisp made my heart stop. Everything about her made my heart wither.

Sometimes a man needs a break. Sometimes I need to kick back, shoes off and flip on some good ol' sports.

But then I'd think of the way she tossed her hair out of her eyes and how it was ridiculously annoying to some- but I loved it. Or the way her cheeks flooded with blood when someone said something to embarrass her, or when she tripped and fell. She was adorable and all mine.

There was no way to escape the idea of me and Bella or just Bella alone. She was there, as annoying as it may be, and I couldn't do a thing about it.

So the way I was going to do this was simple: I'd get down on my knee, and ask the question. She'd have to say yes. We planned this out years ago, when we were kids and convinced that we only had to marry each other or else we'd be betraying our promise to always be best friends for life.

I was dressed in casual dark jeans, and a white shirt and leather jacket. The jacket never failed.

After every moment we had gone through, this was the time. We might as well had said our wedding vows in the past.

"You're serious about this?" My dad's voice was quiet and calm with an ounce of hesitation.

I shook my head. Knowing dad couldn't see that I said, "Yes."

"You're really ready for a wife? For kids?" Old bastard.

"Dad," I groaned. He did he need the reassurance? We're not kids anymore, we've grown up. "I've known Bella since we were kids, I know I'm ready for this. For anything!"

Dad chuckled on the other line. "Is Bella ready for this?"

The thought -more like question- had struck me a few times in the past. We (being Bella and I) had talked about having a small ceremony on the beach of La Push if we could the weather on our side in the summer, or in a small church. Nothing too special. Simple, the way Bella liked it. "We've talked about it a few times. She's not completely fond of the idea but I think I can coax her into it," I joked. She'd say yes. Bella couldn't say no. We were in love, nothing could stop that even if she is stubborn.

After a few seconds of silence dad finally spoke, "I'm happy for you, son. I am really. Don't do anything stupid and visit me soon. Come visit the boys, Charlie and home." I gave a grunt in response. My only home was with Bella. "When do you plan to ask?"

"Sometime very soon." I grinned. "I'm hoping tonight. If not. Tomorrow."

"Am I allowed to tell Charlie?"

"It wouldn't be new news for him; I called him to ask for Bella's hand about a week ago. He sounded happy. You two could celebrate together though."

Dad laughed, "Since when are you the proper gentleman?"

I chuckled and ran a dirty hand through my hair. I had to cut that soon. "Since now I guess." I sighed and caught the time out the corner of my eye. "Look, I have to go. Bella and I are going out for dinner and then a nice walk and if I don't leave soon I'm going to be late."

Dad and I exchanged quick goodbyes and I threw my cellphone into my pocket, running out of my apartment and locking the doors. I jumped into my car and drove down the street, blasting my music and thoughts of Bella and her soon-to-be answer away. Who knew something could be so fucking nerve racking? Her answer was obvious and my head knew this.


Sorry for the awesome shortness of this chapter! Originally it was only going to be like 1000 words at the most. And somehow I doubled that.

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