I woke up to a knock at the front door. Jake's footsteps moved to answer the door. My ears listened hard to see who it was, and when I heard the voice, I knew.

Sam of course stopped by finding that I wasn't awake nor ready to see him.

I could tell it angered him, but I think deep down he understood where I was coming from.

So instead, they continued to talk and he and Embry took Ben to the zoo while Jake kept me company.

"Wakey Wakey. Big ole Jakey is here," Jake said coming into my room a few minutes after they left.

"Go away." I muttered in my pillow.

"Bella" Jake whined. His big heavy feet padded over to the bed and I scotched over as he came to lie next to me.

"Bells," he sighed.

I turned, taking the pillow off my head. "Jake, I'm not in the mood."

"What's wrong? Didn't you want this?" he asked.

I looked away. "I thought I did. No, I mean I do. Its just-"

I put the pillow back over my face. Tears were pooling in my eyes and all I wanted to do was sleep.

Unfortunately, Jake lightly lifted the pillow off my head.

"Its hard." I croaked.

He looked at me sympathetically and snuggled closer to me.

"I got you," he whispered.

Jake hugged me for a while till I got myself together.

"Lets start the day out fresh okay?" Jake asked. I looked at him funny.

"And how do we do that?"

He smirked and then sat up, getting something behind him.

Following his lead, I sat up and waited for his surprise.

"Good morning." He said with a smile, handing me a tray with pancakes, orange juice, toast, and a bright pink Gerber daisy.

A grin spread across my face. "This is…"

"Amazing I know."

"The pancakes are shaped into Mickey mouse."

He nodded. I looked at him surprised. "When did you do this? How did you do this? You can't cook very well."

He rolled his eyes. "So I had a bit of help."

"My dad helped me out before he left for Sue's."

I nodded and peered over and found his face a bit fallen.

"Hey," I said taking a hand to his chin, "It's the thought that counts. I love it. It looks amazing, smells amazing, and it's just what I needed for a fresh start."

He gave me a smile and kissed my cheek lovingly.

We ended up sharing the meal, laughing and enjoying our breakfast in bed.

"So what now?" I asked as we stood in the kitchen finishing the dishes.

"Beach?"

I shrugged and nodded. Jake walked me to my room hand in hand.

"Okay, give me a few minutes to change?"

"You got it," he kissed me swiftly and then walked to his own bedroom to get ready.

It took me a little longer than Jake to change and grab my stuff.

"You ready?" Jake asked through my door.

"Yea, coming!" I said, grabbing a shirt.

I opened the door and stepped out. He gave me this look, or more like a look over really. I gave him a few seconds.

"What?" I said finally. After no response I hit him. "Jake!"

"Huh? Oh sorry." He said.

"Were you checking me out?" I asked with a smile before pulling a tee shirt over my head.

"What? No." he scoffed. I laughed, looking at him skeptically.

"Sure you weren't Jakey."

I took the lead, grabbing his hand and heading towards the beach.

We stayed out in the sun and sand for almost the whole day. It was fun and absolutely relaxing.

When I got back to the house with Jake in tow, I found Sam waiting on the steps.

I watched as he looked at Jake and mine entwined hands and then looked away.

I saw that flicker. The flicker of anger and jealously. It made me mad.

"Bells?" Jake asked, looking at Sam and then me.

"Go head in Jake, I'll be right there."

Jake nodded and then said a quick 'hey' to Sam before going in.

"Don't you dare give me that look Sam Uley," I warned as he just stared at me.

"You're not his." He ground out.

"I'm not anyones." I told him.

"You belong to me."

"No. I belong with you. Not to you."

His jaw clenched.

"If you think I belong to you, then this relationship isn't going to last."

Sam got up and put a hand over his face. I could tell he was starting to tremble.

Slowly he turned and began moving away from me. Thinking we were done, I walked to the stairs.

"I hate your relationship with Jake." He told me.

I turned around and looked at him.

"The way you touch and kiss him. Or the way he kisses you when he comforts you. It makes me…"

"Jealous?" I offered.

He huffed.

"I-I don't know what to say. I cant express it or tell you what I think because its just what Jake and I are-its what we do."

"Bella, you guys aren't a couple anymore." He said trying to reason with me.

"I know," I said. "You and me are a couple."

"Are we?" he asked. "Because I don't see you coming to me for comfort. I don't see myself getting those little kisses and hugs. I never see myself just enjoying the day with you like Jake just did."

My blood started to boil.

"We don't get that way with each other because you are the problem Sam! I can't run to you to tell my problems and express my heartache because you are the reason for it. Jake and I just…we know we are friends and the whole kissing and hugging is just what we do. Its what comes natural. You didn't get to enjoy the day with me because I was mad at you. I was hurt and scared and frustrated. And truthfully, we haven't had enough time together to have one of those days!"

I huffed and looked away.

"I don't know what you expect from me. I'm trying the best I can to deal with your secret. And I thought I could handle this."

I looked at him with teary eyes.

"And im sorry you felt that way about Jake and I. Sometimes I don't even realize it. If you want, I will try. I will try to be different and not so affectionate towards him. Does that make you happy Sam? Next time I will come running to you so you can be my knight and shining armor. That way you don't have to be so jealous of Jake." I said with a bit of an edge in my voice.

"That's your apology?" he asked incredulous.

I threw my hands up in the air.

"What do you want from me?" I yelled. "I can't be perfect and I cant always just take things how you want me to. I can't keep apologizing for my behavior with Jake because I don't feel guilty. I don't feel like I did anything wrong. I didn't cheat on you, I didn't mean to hurt you, and I find him to be my best friend. Nothing more."

"Bella," he sighed in frustration.

"You just-you two always act like you are dating each other. You are always with him and around him. You always run to him when you need something. And maybe you are right, maybe because I always start the fight or lead myself into it, but I cant help but look at the two and feel so angry. I know you once dated each other. I can acknowledge that, but I can't take it."

He looked at me briefly and then looked away. "I'm not trying to make you pick. I just- I need you to realize you guys aren't dating anymore- that things are different. And you have other people besides him to help you out when things get rough."

"Alright," I breathed giving up.

"I will try. I can't promise anything but I will try." I said and then walked inside the house.

I shut the door behind me hard and walked swiftly down the hallway.

"Bella?" Jake called after me. I ignored his calls, and made sure to keep my head down. I slammed the bedroom door shut and jumped face first on my bed.

"Bells?" He asked carefully as he opens the door.

"Go away," I mumbled into my pillow.

"What?" he asks, coming farther into the room.

"Jake, if you know what's good for you, then get out." I said lifting my head out of the pillow.

"What happened?" he pushed, sitting on the edge of my bed.

That's the thing about Jake; No matter how mad I seemed at him or how many times I would command him to go away, he would see right past it and push me to tell him.

"I need you to go away," I whispered sadly.

"Why?" he asked, "Is this because of Sam? What did he say?"

"Jake," I said sadly, "Please, just leave me alone for right now."

He sighed as I turned away from him.

Silence passed between us for a bit before he got up from the bed and walked out of the room.

Tears continued to run down my cheeks and I tried my hardest not to let out a sob.

The door opened again, a bit slower and quieter and I held my breath.

"Belley?" A little voice asked.

Ben came around the bed and faced me. He saw the hurt and sadness, but most of all he saw the tears.

Not saying a word, he crawled in bed with me and hugged my stomach tight. With that- I cried. I let out all the hurt and anguish and I just cried.

He held me tight, just snuggling into me as I let the tears flow.

We ended up falling asleep a bit later and didn't wake up till the next morning.