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BPOV

A stray ray of light woke me up. Oh, joy! Sunlight in Forks. This calls for a celebration.

I stretched my arms above my head, trying to wake my still sleepy cells. It's a Saturday, and I can sleep in, but lying around and waiting for sleep to come again means having more time to dwell on things. And that is not good, especially after swearing my resolution last night.

Last night.

There's something different about last night. I didn't have the nightmare last night. Well, I had a dream, and it was still about him, but it was somehow different. And most important of all, I didn't wake up crying because of it.

I tried to remember what I dreamt about, but it was hazy. All I could decipher was that it was a jumble of my friends, Charlie, Renee, Phil, him and his family. What puzzled me even more is that the mysterious boy I saw last night in Port Angeles was also in the dream.

Okay, so what's up with that? First, dreaming of the man who turned your world upside down. Then, include a mysterious person- who you haven't even met- in the same dream. That sounds so… nuts.

What is wrong with me? I seriously have to pull my wits together.

I stumbled out of the bed, the purple comforter catching my left foot. After murmuring some unlady-like curses and finally freeing my foot, I fixed my bed which awfully reminded me of a purple dinosaur. I yawned again as I grabbed my toiletries bag, and proceeded to the bathroom.

The warm water helped to wake my muscles up. Well, I did have a long, challenging night. As much as I dislike saying it, Lauren had a point. It's time for me to let everything go. It's time for me to move on, for real this time. Dwelling on the past won't do me- nor everyone around me- any good. I cannot lie to the people I care for. I cannot pretend anymore. Darn, Lauren is right.

I wrapped my robe around me and headed back to my room. The sun may be smiling down at Forks right now, but the air still felt cold. Oh well, that's Washington for you.

But something was different. My room felt different. It seems... colder than the usual. I let my gaze wander around my room, figuring out what caused the change. My eyes landed on the window, and sure enough, it was slightly open. The small gap allowed the cold air to slip inside.

I cocked my head to the side, confused. Why is that window open? Did I open them last night? Um, no, I didn't. I even remember lying on the bed and staring at the closed window last night. Yeah, it was always closed. In fact, it was never opened again ever since I turned eighteen years old.

Alright, no need to panic. The wind must have, sort of, moved it in some way.

I sighed as I moved to the window. It closed easily, without any noise or resistance. Yep, it's got to be the wind.

I snatched some random clothes from my closet, a pair of light blue jeans and a royal blue shirt with three-fourths sleeves. I was taken aback when I saw the shirt I grabbed. It was his favorite color on me.

I considered changing the shirt, but the promise I made to myself last night came back to mind. I can't get affected anymore. So what if he was particularly attached to this shirt? I like this shirt. I'm not going to stop wearing it just because it reminds me of him. And besides, one way or another, I'll have to find a way to forget everything about him anyway. The connection of the shirt to him would soon be forgotten as well. Right?

I glared at the shirt, daring it to contradict me. I finally put it on and started to brush my damp hair.

Damn straight, I'm right.

My eyes landed on the window again. Flashes of memories came to my mind.

Memories of him, entering my room through the widely opened window, sharing conversations, and him humming me to sleep.

Okay, that's enough.

I tackled the tangles in my long hair with renewed tenacity. No need to go there. A few minutes later, my scalp was hurting so bad, and my right palm was red due to clutching the brush so hard. My hair was finally tangle-free, and fortunately, I hadn't gone bald.

I slipped on a pair of gray socks, then my favourite black Chucks. I inspected myself on the mirror, checking if I looked decent. I grabbed my phone from the tote I used last night and slipped it in my back pocket. I also retrieved my wallet and felt around for my car keys. They weren't there. I looked around, confused. Where could they be?

Huh, don't tell me my keys walked out on me as well.

Finally deciding that I may have left them downstairs, I threw the tote back to my closet and grabbed a gray hoodie. As I headed towards my door, something shiny caught my eye. I turned my head, and found my keys sitting innocently on my study table. More accurately, it was sitting on a piece of folded paper on my study table. I picked both the keys and folded paper up.

"Well, there you are. I've been looking all over for you. How did you get here anyway?" I murmured sweetly to it, as if it was a cuddly puppy of something.

Holy crap, I'm really losing it.

I scoffed at myself, before turning my attention to the paper. I was about to open it when the phone downstairs rang. I roughly shoved the paper in my pocket and clutched my keys tighter.

"Coming." I muttered, before scoffing again. Yeah, because the phone can hear you and hold your call for you while you stumble down the stairs.

Correction, I have officially lost it.

I reached the phone after actually stumbling down the stairs.

"Hello?" I breathed to the phone.

"Bells, you alright?" Charlie's voice was laced with concern.

"Yeah. The stairs and I just had a little disagreement." I heard Charlie sigh at the other end of the line. "Everything's fine, dad. We sorted it out. Are you with Billy and Harry now?" I conveniently changed the topic.

"Gotta be more careful, Bella." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, we're still here in Billy's. Still waiting for a couple of guys. I left the cash at the counter. What time are you going to the store?

"I'm about to head out." I said as I gathered the bills and slipped them in my wallet, along with the grocery list.

"Good thing I caught you. Harry made his famous fish fry. Jacob's on his way there with it."

"Oh, okay." As much as my father felt protective of me, he also wanted me to be fully over with my previous relationship. He wanted me to move on to better things, er, person. And he is a big supporter of his best friend's son. He and Billy pushed Jake closer to me whenever they got a chance. "I'll just wait for him then."

"Alright. Gotta go now."

"See you tomorrow, dad. Take care."

"Yep. You too."

We hung up, and I chewed on a granola bar. I reviewed my grocery list, for lack of better things to do. After chugging down a glass of orange juice, I heard a car pull up. I dumped the glass on the sink and headed towards the front door. As soon as I stepped out, I was greeted by Jacob's blinding smile.

"Morning, Bells!" He's so jolly that I couldn't help but smile back. "I got a special delivery. Harry Clearwater's homemade fish fry." He waved the brown paper bag with his right hand before handing it to me.

"Thanks, Jake." I struggled to hold the heavy bag that was twice the size of my head. I couldn't understand how he managed to wave the freakin' bag around with just one hand. He watched me for a few seconds with his lips pursed into a thin line, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. After I almost dropped the bag for the third time, he bit his lower lip and finally shook his head.

"Here. Just let me..." trailed off, retrieving the paper bag from my useless arms. I noticed that he was still stifling a laugh, and his eyes were gleaming with amusement. I glared playfully at him. "Just let it out, Jacob."

He started to chuckle, and in no time, the chuckles turned into full out guffaws. I tried to hide my smile as I watched him laugh his lungs out. When he finally sobered up, I raised an eyebrow at him. "Ha. Ha. Ha. That's so funny." Apparently, he found my sarcasm funny as well that he snorted again.

"Well, it is." He shrugged, his left hand clutching the heavy paper bag while his right hand massaged his stomach. "But, yeah. It's my fault. I should have known you won't be able to carry it. Standing upright is enough challenge for you as it is." He shrugged again, ignoring my shut-up-now-or-you'll-die glare. "Sorry, Bells. My bad."

I rolled my eyes at him, but chuckled nonetheless. We started to walk back towards the house, and being the Bella the heavens hate, I slipped on the driveway. My ass would have given the ground a morning kiss if it wasn't for Jake's fast reflexes.

"See what I mean?" His right arm released my waist, but he was still grinning cheekily. We both laughed at my klutziness.

We finally reached the front door with no more balance issues. I opened the door to let him in. He headed on to the kitchen, needing no directions for he and his dad were both very familiar with Charlie's house. After depositing the bag in the freezer, he turned to face me.

"Thanks again, Jake." I sat on one of the stools and smiled up at him. "Though they shouldn't have woken you up so early. It's a Saturday."

"Psh. Please. I wake up at the break of dawn." He said smugly, before noticing my wallet, hoodie and keys on the counter. "You heading out?"

I nodded. "Groceries."

"Mind if I come? Don't have anything else to do today. Quil's visiting a cousin, and Embry's most probably still in la la land, snoring the world away."

I laughed as I pictured bulky Embry snuggled in his baby blue blanket Jake and Quil often teased him about. "Let's go."

I started the truck noisily as Jake buckled up. "Huh, Never thought I'd miss that sound." He said while grinning at the steering wheel. "It's still as loud as ever."

"Yeah, no need for horns." I agreed.

Being with Jake is as easy as breathing. He knew me so well. In fact, he was the only person, I think, who really got me when I felt so broken. He somehow knew that I didn't want to listen to any kind of music, that he removed the stereo- which was a gift for my eighteenth birthday from some people who must not be named- from the truck without asking any questions. And much to our fathers' delight, he had the cunning ability to make me laugh a real laugh.

Anyone may find it hard to believe, but Jacob and I have never let our fathers' matchmaking activities affect our friendship. I'm not oblivious to the fact that he had- and still has- this little crush on me, but he never took advantage of me or our friendship, nor made me feel uncomfortable. In short, he did the exact opposite of what Mike did. We just did whatever feels right. The point is, I'm comfortable with Jacob Black. I mean, hell, we used to make mud pies when we were little.

"Want me to install it back?" He gestured towards the empty space where the radio should have been.

I'm putting my life back together. Putting the radio back in the truck seems like a good start.

"Yes, please." I nodded, keeping my eyes on the road. "When you're not busy."

"I've always got time for you. You know that." Jake said simply as he inspected some of the wires. "Just give me the stereo when you want it back."

"I'm thinking of buying a new one." I blurted out. "Maybe you can help me pick something out?"

Yes, I'm bringing music back to my truck- to my life, actually. But there is absolutely no way that I'd be touching that stereo again, let alone have it installed back in my truck. And besides, I doubt that it'll still work. I'm pretty sure I murdered it. Yes. Me. Nonviolent, calm Bella Swan. Murdered an innocent, defenseless car stereo. The chief of police will be so proud.

Jake started to say something, but closed his mouth again instead. "Of course." He finally said after a few seconds, his eyes staring at the road as well.

The parking lot of the grocery store, thankfully, wasn't crowded when we got there, considering that the townspeople of Forks ceremoniously do their grocery shopping during the weekends.

"Let's do this!" Jake's enthusiasm brought a smile to my face. "What are we getting first?"

"Well, first, we are getting a cart." I said as we entered the establishment.

We went on with our groceries, picking condiments and breakfast stuff before heading to the fresh meat, produce and dairy products section. Jake pushed the cart while I picked out the things from the shelves.

My cell phone suddenly rang just as I placed a jug of milk down. I frowned down on the caller ID. "Jess?" Apparently, she's not sleeping in today. It's kind of surprising, actually.

"Morning, Bella!" She started to say something else when the paging system of the store went on, making her words incoherent to me.

"Sorry, what was that again?" I asked as the noise went off.

"Where are you?"

"Doing the groceries."

"Oh okay. Um, I was…" She trailed off and cleared her throat. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Jess. Everything's okay." Well, sort of.

"Bells, we're really sorry about last night. I didn't know-"

"Jess." I cut her off. "I'm fine. Let's just not talk about it, okay?"

I heard her sigh on the other end. "Okay. If that's what you really want. I won't talk about it." She emphasized the word. "But there's..." She trailed off again.

Jessica never had the problem of stating what's on her mind, so her hesitation was tapping on my curiosity. "What's wrong?"

"Uh, I need your help regarding something?" Her statement ended up sounding like a question at the end.

"Yeah, sure. I'll have to get home first though."

"Of course!" She let out a sigh of relief, and then her cheery voice was back. "Just text me when you get home."

"Yep." We were about to hang up when a sudden thought struck me. "Uh, Jess, this isn't about Mike, is it?"

Her girly giggle made me a little nervous. "Ugh, no, Bella. My world doesn't revolve around him, you know?"

Oh, it doesn't? Who would have known?

That's a relief, nonetheless. "Alright. I'll see you later."

"So she's still gaga for him, huh?" Jake chuckled as I ended the call. Frequently hanging out in La Push, my school friends have met Jake, Quil and Embry. And quite honestly, they've all become tight. They've all gotten along so well that we spend at least two weekends a month by the beach. Everyone knew about everyone else's business. Especially Jess' obsession for Mike, and Mike's obsession for me.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "She's asking help for something. Didn't say about what though." I inspected the list one last time before tapping Jake's arm. "Alright, we got everything."

He pushed the cart to the counter to check out while I trailed after him. "Good morning, Isabella. You get lovelier everytime I see you. How is your father doing?" Rita, a lady in her late fifties and a good friend of Charlie's, greeted me as she punched in the items. I have never been good with compliments, so naturally, I did what I do best.

I blushed.

I looked down and bit my lower lip as I felt my ears turn hot. "Thanks." I mumbled out as I heard Jake snort beside me. "Charlie's doing okay." I smiled timidly back at her. She nodded and turned her gaze at Jake.

"And it seems to me that you, young Jacob Black, are growing up to be a fine man. Come here." She raised her right hand and pinched his cheek, causing me laugh lightly.

Oh yeah, Jake, payback's a bitch.

"You look like you're around six feet tall." Rita continued to asses him as he composed himself.

"Yep." He grinned at her. "And still growing." He added smugly as Rita laughed and took the bills I handed to her.

"Oh, you charming little lad." She cooed as I laughed some more. Standing at five feet and four inches tall, I could never use the adjective "little" on Jake.

Rita smiled at me again as she handed me my change. "It's so nice to see that smile brighten up your pretty face again. Give my regards to Charlie and Billy." Jake and I both nodded at her, and with a final wave, we exited the store.

Jake helped me load the paper bags to the truck, a silly grin still plastered on his face. "Why don't you just start the truck? I'll finish this. We wouldn't want to bruise that lovely face of yours."

I snorted at him, but climbed on the driver's seat anyway. "Shut up, little Jacob." He finished loading the bags and returned the cart, still chuckling.

"She looks happy to see you." He stated as he sat beside me. "Rita's totally cheery."

I shrugged. "Well she looks happy to see you too." I have an idea as to why she was so ecstatic to see me smiling again. But then again, people's assumptions that Jake and I are involved romantically were nothing new to us. We knew where we stand, so it didn't really bother us. "And correct me if I'm mistaken, but it seems to me you were getting your charm on." I joked at him.

He widened his eyes at me. "Why, Bella! Are you jealous?!" He joked back. "I never intended to make you jealous. You're still number one on my list."

I laughed a little. "You have a list?" He shrugged, laughing as well. "Whatever, Jake. I'm not into the cougar thing."

"Aww come on! It's just a year. You're older than me by one year." He shook his head, still chuckling. "I was born a year after you, and you won't let me live that down? Haven't you heard of Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher? Or Madonna and that new boy toy of hers?" Jake's whine had me laughing again.

"How do you know these things, Jacob? Especially the Madonna part? Are you crossing the fence?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Shut up, Bells! And keep your eyes on the road please." He laughed while shaking his head again. "Rachel and Rebecca left a bunch of girly magazines when they last visited. You should have seen Billy's face when he read some of the articles in Cosmo." Jake started to laugh heartily again. "His eyes bugged out so much that I thought they were going to pop out from his face. And his face..." he laughed so hard that he couldn't continue speaking. I couldn't help but laugh as well. "Billy's face turned pale at first, then it turned red, then turned purple. He told me to burn all of the magazines immediately."

Poor Billy. His twin daughters must have shocked the hell out of him.

We continued laughing until I parked the truck behind his Rabbit. We climbed out and brought the groceries to the kitchen. "What time is Jess going to be here?" he asked as we set the bags down on the counter.

"I don't know. I'll have to text her to let her know I'm home."

"Okay, I'll go now. I don't think my masculinity could handle a girl talk."

"Thanks again, Jake." I hugged him. "See you soon."

"Yup." He was about to go out the front door when he turned around. "And don't worry about the stereo. I know a place that sells good stuff for cheap prices." He winked at me. "I'll take care of it."

"Okay."

I watched him as he drove away, suddenly feeling alone. I reached for my phone to text Jessica. Not even thirty seconds later, she replied that she was already on her way. That was fast. Maybe it's really something important.

Before depositing the groceries to their rightful places, I headed up to my room to dump my wallet, hoodie and phone down. As I pulled the keys out of my pocket, a slip of paper floated down to the floor.

Oh, yeah, the paper I found in my desk earlier this morning.

As I bent down to pick it up, I felt a cool gust of wind in my room. My eyes automatically went to the window, and again, it was opened slightly. What is wrong with this window? It's never opened accidentally before. My hand clutched the paper tightly as I made my way to it and close it again for the second time this morning.

Maybe I'll have to ask Charlie to fix it for me. The last thing I need right now is to fall out my window in my futile attempts to fix it myself.

I sighed as I sat down on my bed, still staring at the window curiously. I can't help but feel that something's different. I sat there, playing with the piece of paper and daring the wind to open the effin' window again.

This is stupid. I can't freak out over a damn window.

I sighed again as I looked down, studying the piece of paper. What is this anyway? I studied it for a while before finally opening it and reading what was written inside. And what was written inside brought more questions than answers.

Bella,

I know it doesn't look like it now, but you will be fine. You'll get through this. Everything will be alright. Live for what you have now, and you will be better in no time. You'll see.

I read it over and over before finally folding it again. Questions attacked my brain, one after another. Where did this note come from? Who sent me this? How did it get on top of my study table?

I was submerged in confusion when the door bell finally rang. Jessica finally arrived. It's a good thing I guess. If there's anyone who can divert my attention from all the bewilderment I was currently feeling, it's Jess.

I placed the note back to the study table, and spared one last look at the window. It was still close. I took deep breaths while heading down the stairs. I noticed that because of everything that has happened in my room, I had completely forgotten to attend to the grocery bags which were still sitting on the kitchen counter. Oh well, a few minutes won't hurt them.

"Coming, Jess!" I shouted as the bell rang again. I took one final deep breath before opening the door.

But instead of the diversion I was looking forward to, I suddenly found myself more confused than ever. The bewilderment I was feeling was even doubled.

For standing in Charlie's freakin' doorway, was someone who is definitely not Jessica Stanley.

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And any guesses on who's standing on the doorway? Hahahaha :D

And for those who are wondering, the stereo that Bella "murdered" was from Emmet, Rosalie and Jasper.