Disclaimer: Even though, from time to time I may use the words from the books, I do not and will never own any of the twilight series or its characters no matter how badly I want to.

A/n: As always thanks to my awesome Beta, Lyxa, for catching all my mistakes especially since I keep messing up past and present tense. Also, the restaurant is really real, and so are the names of the owners and where they grew up at. The site to that restaurant is: www(dot)murphysonthegreen(dot)com. Anyhow, enjoy this chapter its the longest one yet.


*Knock* Knock* Knock*

"I'm coming don't get your panties in a bunch." I applied some last minute lip gloss and headed to open the door for my insistent boyfriend. I know, I couldn't believe I had moved on enough to become someone's girlfriend either, but I was and he's great for the new Bella.

"Panties in a bunch, really Bella, I guess its time you should know I go commando. So, no need to worry about my panties." He was smirking since the minute I opened the door. I blushed at his statement while lightly smacking him on the arm.

"So where are you taking me on our one month anniversary, even though I have insisted that it doesn't make sense to celebrate an anniversary when it hasn't even been a year?"

Men and their logic, but who was I to complain that my boyfriend wanted to celebrate us. I figured this time, in my second relationship, that I would be more flexible. Maybe that was the reason he stopped loving me.

Jerry and I spent a lot of time together. He showed me around campus, taking me to parties to meet new people. I still cut, but Jerry had shown me other ways to "forget" about my broken heart. The first time he handed me a blunt I didn't know what to do, I was raised to believe drugs were bad, after all Charlie is a cop. But I took in a deep drag of the smoke. Afterwards I was so relaxed and hungry, and I loved the feel of not worrying or thinking. So now I always had a stash of weed in my drawer.

"Well I was thinking I would take you to my family's diner. It's not much, probably not what you are used to be, but I still want you to see it." Used to? Since we met he always got ashamed whenever money or material things were discussed.

"Babe, what do you mean used to? I grew up in Phoenix, and what my mom called fancy was the local Denny's. In Forks we had one restaurant and we only went there when I was too lazy to cook and didn't want pizza." I took in a deep breath. "Look when you asked me to be your girlfriend on the 23rd of June, I was trilled, so let's just concentrate on celebrating that. Okay?" I looked up at him through my eyelashes; I knew he loved it when I did that.

He sighed and then said, "Okay."

He then grabbed my hand and walked me to his mustang GT convertible. The only reason I knew what type of car it was, was because he bragged about it being his dream car. He listed engine size and all that mumble jumble stuff that Jake used to talk about in his garage when we were fixing up the bikes.

Just thinking about my bike, made me excited that my bike was being delivered in August; just a week away. Jake was a sweetheart for shipping it to me behind Charlie's back. I figured that since I didn't need the money I had saved by working at Newton's because I got a full ride scholarship, that I could afford it. I asked him to add the decal of a heart with a dagger through it on the black paint job he did. I saw one at Wal-Mart when I was in Port Angeles and immediately bought it. I was slowly brought out of my memories of being in Jakes garage, whenever I thought of Jake it always brought a smile to my face.

"What are smiling about?"

"Getting my bike in a week." I figured I would go with part of the truth.

"We are here." I looked around the parking lot and realized it was full, indicating that the food must be good.

"Bella, I want you to know that you don't have to worry about me being with you only because of the life you grew up with. Don't think I am with you because of the money, money doesn't matter to me." Money? What the heck. With that last comment he was out the door and coming around my side. I noticed we were in front of a restaurant called Murphy's. He opened the door for me and offered his hand. I took it, but the whole time I was in a haze trying to figure out what he was talking about.

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"Hello, Mr. Leeming, your mother told me you would be coming by with a young lady. Follow me this way, a table has been reserved."

We walked in further and it looked like a library with tables in the middle and a bar in the corner of the room. It had a very casual lets eat and study vibe to it. "It's been voted the most popular in the upper valley since 1996." I looked over and I could see that Jerry was proud of his families' restaurant.

"It looks …wow, Jerry, it's beautiful in here." I then wrapped my arms around his waist, and reached up to his ear and whispered, "I am so glad you shared this with me. This is the best one month – anniversary present ever." I then placed a chaste kiss to his lips.

We were seated at a corner table with a white table cloth and silverware rolled up in a red napkin. "Do you really like it?" I could see the apprehension on his face, and that made me burst out in a fits of giggles, which only made his face grow more worried.

"Yes, but why are you so scared? It's like you think I am going to throw a hissy fit over you taking me here. It's nice in here, I feel at home with all these books." I grabbed his hand that was on the table and gave it a slight squeeze.

"It was decorated and named Webster web, after Daniel Webster, see those pews over there those are the original ones, from 1898, that were in Webster Hall. My father loves Dartmouth, which is why I go there now." I saw him look up and then wave someone over, I looked back to find this lovely woman walking towards us.

"Trevor, I am so glad to see you. Ever since you got that summer job in the administration building I hardly ever see you." Trevor? Jerry stood and gave a kiss on each cheek.

"Mom, this is Bella. Bella this is my mother Elizabeth." I gasped. It seemed like I could never get away completely, something always comes up that reminded me of him. I quickly recover and reached out to offer a handshake but instead she pulled me into a hug.

"Please call me Liz, and it's so nice to finally meet the girl, my son can't stop talking about." She turned around and motioned for an older male to come over. When he did I noticed he resembled Jerry… or should I say Trevor, I am so confused.

"Nigel, this is Trevor's young lady, Bella."

"Hi Bella, it's nice to meet you, I hate to be so rude but I must get going, I do hope you enjoy your food." With that he was gone. I glanced at Jerry to make sure I some how didn't upset his father. Jerry just shook his head and then gave a pointed look to his mother.

"Oh, dear I do apologize; I didn't realize you two haven't eaten yet. I will get back to doing the paper work in back, and let you two enjoy your date. Bella, it was really nice to meet you, please come back to visit." After she left Jerry and I sat back in our seats and looked over the menu.

"Jerry, why did she call you Trevor?"

"Trevor's my first name, but I go by my middle name. My mom just can't seem to let that go. See my father was born in England but raised in New Zealand and its there that he met his best friend and fellow rugby player. I am named after said best friend." With my confused expression he continued, "Trevor was an adventure junkie, and so was my dad, while on a climb to a mountains peek, Trevor slipped and his hook came out. Any good climber knows that you have moments to get a grip back to the mountain, if you don't then you put stress on the remaining hook and therefore put all other climbers at risk." Huh? "I know this makes no sense to you, so I will sum it up. In order to not kill my dad and him, he cut the rope and died instead. My father had to sit there and watch his best friend cut the rope, so that he could live. So I was named in honor of that. By me not going by my first name, my mother thinks I am spitting in his face." He shrugs but I could see in his eyes that this bothered him. I gently reached over and held his hand.

"You have a right to live your own life to; you are honoring Trevor by living. He would have loved that I am sure." Jerry looked up at me with eyes so bright you would have thought I gave him a million dollars.

"Bella, you don't know how much those words mean to me." He leaned over and gave me the most passionate kiss that we have ever had. One that left me breathless, yet it still felt wrong somehow.

The waiter came and we both ordered a coke to drink and Murphy's Legendary Buffalo wings to share. After we were done eating we left and went back to his place, which was an on campus apartment and decorated into a typical bachelor pad. I knew once we got there we had to have a talk about this money he kept talking about.

Once we were inside I just pulled off the Band-Aid, and drove right into it. "What money do you keep talking about, I don't have money."

Jerry took in a deep breath, "Bella, you don't have to lie to me, I work in the administration office, and you LIVE at Wheeler hall."

"What does where they put me to stay have to do with this whole money issue you think I am lying about? Jerry I am here on some scholarship that Dartmouth gave me."

Jerry sighed and sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to him. I could tell this was going to be a long conversation, because frankly this man couldn't understand scholarship, so I sat down next to him.

He turned towards me, his eyes sad. "I understand that you probably don't trust me yet, you are most likely used to people using you for money. But, Bella why can't you see I am not like that, I just want you to be honest with me."

This was getting on my nerves. "I am being honest you Dumbo. Look when I got accepted it said that my four years of college and living expenses were already paid for. So, if it wasn't a scholarship then who was it? It sure wasn't my dad and Phil doesn't make enough in baseball to pay for it. So see I am on a full ride scholarship."

"Bella, only the rich kids stay at wheeler hall. Scholarship kids don't, and remember I gave you that card for things to purchase on campus?" I nodded my head not seeing where he was going with that. "That has enough money on there to pay for another 4 years of college and dorm room living. Scholarships don't give that type of spending money." Uh? That makes sense, but where did that money come from?

"Bella, so see you don't have to lie, you come from a rich family."

"No I don't!" But I know who does, that stinking, lying, Volvo driving vampire is who does. If I knew where he was I would channel my inner Buffy and drive a stake through his still heart. I had to laugh at that, like a stake would even pierce his skin.

"Look Jerry, I need your help. I know this doesn't make sense but, is there a way to give back that money?"

"No, but whatever is not used after the year will automatically go back to the sender."

"Then I guess I won't use it, huh!" At this he looked a mix of shock and confused. I just gave him a shrug, and decided he didn't need to know about my past, yet.