AN: I am so so so sorry for the wait! I went on vacation this past week to Florida. My family and I even went to see the Wizarding World of Harry Potter at Universal Studios. It was so much fun. To those of you who haven't gone, I highly recommend it. It was so cool (especially the dragon rollercoaster)! Although the lines were ridiculous…

Anyway sorry for the delay…Here's chapter 6!

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight.

BPOV

I looked at the tickets that were lying on my dresser. I couldn't bring myself to pick them up. I remember how happy I was when I had bought them. Everything was just fine and dandy. I always thought we were meant to be together. Well that notion was a load of shit.

I was sickened at myself for being so oblivious all these years. Even though I was beginning to get over his betrayal, it still hurt. I've never experience a broken heart before, and let me just say, it is incredibly hard to get over. Sure I had dated before him, but they were mostly flings. What I had with Paul was different. At least I thought it was.

"Bella, what are you looking at?" I snapped out of my inner turmoil at the sound of Leah's voice. I looked up to see her and Jake standing in the doorway to my room. They both smiled at me when I looked at them.

"Sorry, we let ourselves in when you didn't answer the door. We were pounding on it for the last ten minutes." Huh, I guess I was really out of it.

"What were you staring at so intently when we came in?" Jake asked, stepping into my bedroom. I looked pointedly at the dresser where the plane tickets I was going to surprise Paul with resided. They both followed my gaze before realization flashed across their faces. They both had known about the surprise trip I had been planning.

Jake gave me a concerned glance. I had a feeling he was worried I would fall into another downward spiral because of this reminder of Paul. However, I only felt a slight ache now, versus the crushing pain I probably would have felt earlier. I looked back at Leah and Jake thoughtfully.

"Have you guys ever wanted to go to France?" I asked suddenly. They both exchanged a look before looking back at me. I continued on when they didn't answer me.

"I was thinking that you two should take these tickets. The hotel in Paris is already paid for."

I saw excitement flash behind Leah's eyes but she quickly quashed it. I knew her well enough to know she was probably thinking how she didn't want to take advantage of my bad situation.

"Oh Bella that's okay. You paid for them, you should go." I looked at her and shook my head sadly.

"I don't have any use for them anymore. Besides, I can't exactly get a refund for these, so you guys would actually be doing me a favor."

As the words left my mouth, I found myself pulled into a bone crushing hug courtesy of Jake. I laughed as he swung me around before setting me down and giving me a huge smile.

"I'll take that as a yes," I laughed as Jake nodded vigorously. Leah was staring longingly at the tickets but looked back at me hesitantly.

"Are you sure?" Leah asked while biting her lip, trying to hide her building excitement. I nodded my head at her question.

"Like I said, you two would be doing me a favor. Besides, I couldn't think of anyone better to give them to."

Leah squealed in a very uncharacteristic way for her. She threw her arms around me and proceeded to squeeze the life out of me. I could practically feel myself turning red from lack of oxygen.

Once an amused Jake had managed to pry her off of me, I gave them the information they would need to know concerning their trip to Paris. I was happy with myself for thinking of giving them the tickets. It was obvious that they had never gone on such an extravagant vacation and I was glad I was the one to be able to give this gift to them.

A couple days have passed since I gave Leah and Jake the tickets. They had to hurry to take care of their business and pack since the flight was soon after I had given the tickets to them. They are now in France and will be there for another week. Leah keeps texting me and filling me in on all the sites the two of them have gone to so far. I'm just happy they are putting the trip to good use. Although, it feels weird without the two of them around here right now. Emmett and Seth have been keeping me company but it's not the same without the two of them.

Giving the tickets away made me realize there was something I still needed to do. Once I had gotten rid of that reminder, I felt as if a burden had been lifted. This is the reason I now found myself with three boxes sitting at my feet.

I decided it was about time I get rid of the constant reminder of Paul in my house, so I spent the last few hours throwing his junk in the boxes. I figured I could drop his stuff off at his house after I was finished at the studio today.

The boxes were filled with everything imaginable. They contained his CDs, books, the necklace he gave me for my last birthday, his toiletries from when he would spend the night, and a lot of other junk that I just wanted out of here.

To me, getting rid of his stuff was symbolism of me moving on with my life. By dropping off his stuff at his place I would show him that I am over him and he didn't break me. That thought made me feel better. I wouldn't let him keep me down. I have family and friends that care about me, as well as my fans. It was time to move on.

With renewed determination, I began loading the boxes into the trunk of my car. I made a promise to myself that I would stop by his place after filming today and drop off his shit. I would not chicken out. I hopped into my car to head for the studio.

"Aaannddd cut!" Scott yelled to signal the end of the scene we had been filming. I was wrapped around Jasper after an intense make out scene for the show. We both disentangled ourselves from each other. Normally I would be running to the bathroom to gargle after swapping spit with him, but I wasn't as grossed out as I normally would have been. That's odd.

The others on set headed to the refreshment bar when Scott announced our lunch break. I started heading toward the door when Jasper stepped in front of me. I quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Where are you goin'?" I stared at him like he had grown two heads.

"Not that it's any of your business but I'm going to Starbucks." I tried to step around him when what he said next stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Mind if I come with you?" Okay that was the last thing I expected him to say. I looked at him again. Was he serious? He noticed the bewildered look I was giving him and smirked.

"Don't think too hard on it. I want to get out for a bit and thought you might want some company." He shrugged.

My head was spinning. On one hand it would be nice to have someone coming with me. Leah and I normally go to Starbucks on these lunch breaks, but since she isn't here right now I would be going alone. But on the other hand, this is Jasper! This is the guy I am supposed to hate with every fiber of my being. The fact that he would willingly come with me had me reeling. It's like the world has gone topsy turvy or something.

"What's the catch?" I asked suspiciously.

Maybe this was some kind of trick. He would get me to put my guard down and then something embarrassing would happen to me and Ashton Kutcher would walk out saying I had been Punk'd. I could just imagine the gloating Jasper and his Posse would be doing after that.

Jasper laughed at my question.

"There's no catch. I swear, no insults." He sounded so sincere, but he was also an actor. He knew how to…well….act. He could be planning something…or I could just be getting paranoid. Ugh! I sound pathetic! I gave a frustrated sigh and shrugged.

"It's a free country," I said over my shoulder as I began to walk away. I caught sight of the evil pixie who was standing over at the refreshment bar. She gave Jasper a perplexed look before glaring at me when she caught me looking at her. I rolled my eyes and headed for the exit.

I heard him chuckle as he followed me out of the studio.

I glanced over at him as we stepped out into the blinding sun. We made our way toward the Starbucks on the corner of the street in silence. Every now and then we would glance at each other. Sometimes when this would happen he would open his mouth as if he was going to say something only to snap it closed the next moment. Well this isn't awkward… (Note the sarcasm).

Once we reached the door to heaven, aka Starbucks, he opened the door and motioned for me to go in. I stopped and looked at him quizzically. He was opening doors for me now? He chuckled and scratched the back of his neck nervously when he saw my expression.

"I'm just being nice," he said in response to my questioning look.

I gave him another look. Jasper, nice? Pfft. Is he planning on acting all nice and then as I step up to the door he'll close it in my face and laugh? Wow I really am becoming paranoid. I shook my head at myself and walked through the door with Jasper following close behind.

I ignored him as I went up to the counter and ordered my usual iced soy latte. I decided to get a blueberry scone once I felt and heard my stomach give an embarrassing rumble. Once I had paid, I went off to the side to wait for my drink. Jasper soon joined me after he ordered. We stood in awkward silence while we waited. I was really starting to wonder what this was about. He wouldn't be standing here with me unless he had a reason, right?

The awkward silence was starting to annoy me. Normally we would banter back and forth when we were around each other, but now that we were trying to be civil, things were just weird. It's like we didn't know what to say to each other without throwing insults. Our orders came up soon and we grabbed a table. I nibbled on my scone while I waited for him to say something. I refused to be the one to break the silence. After all, he's the one that wanted to come with me in the first place.

He opened and closed his mouth a few more times before he gave a frustrated sigh and set his drink back down on the table.

"You were right," he began as he looked at my face. I stared at him blankly.

"There was another motive why I wanted to come with you," he elaborated. I tensed at this. What could he be up to now? He laughed when he saw my reaction.

"Relax, it's nothing bad." I stared at him warily as I continued to nibble on my scone.

"I actually wanted to talk to you about that night at Eclipse." I groaned at the reminder of how drunk I was in front of him that night. He laughed but continued on, refusing to be deterred.

"When we were in the club and talkin' civily, it got me thinkin.'" I laughed.

"Oh no! No good can come from you thinking," I said in mock horror. He raised his eyebrows at me. I bit my lip and gave him a sheepish look.

"Sorry, bad habits die hard I guess." He chuckled and shook his head.

"Anyway," he began in that same serious tone that was so unlike him. "I started thinking," he raised his eyebrows at me as if testing if I was going to interrupt again. He continued when I bit my lip and looked down. "Things may have gotten a little out of hand over the years." I snorted at this but shut up when Jasper gave me an annoyed look with a hint of amusement.

"As I was sayin', I have been noticing how annoyed Scott and the others are getting when we are constantly at each other's throats." I stared at him, not knowing where he was going with this.

"So, in order to save our jobs and the sanity of the others, what do you say? Truce?" He held out his hand over the table. Well Jasper was just full of surprises today. That was the last thing I thought he would say. He waited patiently while I deliberated. I hesitated but finally reached my hand out and took his.

"Truce," I agreed.

"You know, I was pretty drunk that night." Jasper laughed at this and I mock glared. He put his hands up in a sign of surrender.

"What I meant to say is that even though I was drunk, I meant what I said." He looked confused so I decided to elaborate.

"I meant it when I said that I felt bad for treating you that way the first time we met." He looked shocked at my confession.

"I had planned to go up to you and apologize after that but I didn't get the chance when you insulted me about only getting the job because of who my dad is." He looked slightly ashamed of this reminder.

"I guess we both messed up huh?" I nodded my head and laughed.

"So what does this truce thing entail?" I asked skeptically. He looked at me thoughtfully.

"No more pranks." I nodded enthusiastically at this. I don't think I've ever screamed so much as the time he snuck a tarantula into my dressing room. I shuddered at the memory.

"No more insults," he continued. I pouted.

"But that's no fun!" He laughed.

"Alright, how's this…no insults out of spite?" I sighed but nodded in agreement.

"So does this mean we're friends?" I asked hesitantly. "Woah that sounded weird for me to say."

He shrugged. "I guess we could try to be friends and see how it works out."

I laughed at his businesslike tone. I guess in a way this was for business. I could just imagine the producers getting annoyed with us and trying to think of a way to replace the main characters on Blue Skies. I guess it has been done before with other TV shows…

In a way I was happy we came to some sort of understanding. I always prided myself in giving my all when I got a part. When Jasper and I started this whole fighting thing, I felt as if it was interfering with my concentration and I didn't like that feeling. I'm just happy that we agreed to put an end to it finally.

After establishing this truce, we continued to enjoy our lunch break in a more comfortable silence before we had to head back to the studio. On the way out of Starbucks, Jasper held open the door for me again. This was going to take a while to get used to…

After what I can only conclude as an odd day, I hopped into my car after we had finished filming. It was then that I remembered the boxes sitting in the trunk of my car. With restored determination, I headed on my way to Paul's house so that I could finally get rid of his junk once and for all. The closer I got, the more nervous I became. AHH what is wrong with me? I can't believe I am actually nervous about seeing the guy that screwed me over. He should be the one nervous to see me. I mean I'm Bella fucking Swan!

With renewed vigor, I sped the last block to his house and turned into his neighborhood. Right away I realized something wasn't right. As I got closer to his place, I became aware of flashing lights and a crowd which had formed in the street near his home.

Once I pulled the car up as close as I could get to his place, without running over the crowd of people, I saw police tape roping off his house. Instantly I forgot about my anger as concern took hold of me. I know this was my lying and cheating ex-boyfriend, but it didn't mean I wanted him hurt or something.

I hurriedly put my car in park and jumped out. I raced up to his house and gawked at the scene before me. There were about six cop cars and two ambulances on the street and driveway of his house. I tried to pass through the police tape only to be restrained by an officer.

"Mamn you can't come in here," the gruff voice of the cop informed me.

"What happened?" My voice was shaky as I dreaded his answer. He stared down at me with a sympathetic expression.

"Did you know the people who lived here?" I briefly wondered what he meant when he said 'people'. The only person living here was Paul…unless he meant Maria. Maybe he asked her to move in with him. That thought made me angry…Not the time Bella! I scolded myself for getting distracted when there was a more serious situation at hand.

I nodded my head to his question which only caused him to frown. Dread filled me at his reaction.

He gave me a look, like the look a doctor gives someone before telling them bad news concerning a loved one. He pulled me off to the side, away from the curious bystanders standing nearby, some of which were obviously trying to eavesdrop.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news." I gulped in a shaky breath but nodded for him to continue.

"I don't know how to tell you this," he glanced warily at me. I tensed in anticipation for what he could have to say. I wish he would just spit it out.

"There was a break-in here earlier today." I relaxed at this. That wasn't so bad. The officer continued on though.

"Paul Harris and Maria Deluca were apparently home when it happened. The two of them were killed." He paused when I gasped loudly.

"We are trying our best to find out how this happened and will bring whoever did this to justice," he said with conviction, as if that would make it all better. I stared at him in shock as I tried to grasp what he had just told me. I couldn't form any words as I struggled to wrap my head around this situation.

"I'm sorry," he said gently. He cast me one more sympathetic glance before he returned to his work.

After that, time seemed to stand still. Questions raced through my mind of who could have done this. I stared blankly at the scene trying to comprehend the fact that Paul was actually gone. My vision began to blur as the reality of the situation started to sink in. Even though I may have moved on from his betrayal, it was painful when I realized he was really gone. Even though he had hurt me, he was my first love and a part of me still loved him no matter how much I tried to deny it.

I don't know how long I stood there before I blindly got back in my car and drove home. A steady stream of tears were making their way down my cheeks. Tears for this nightmare. Tears for my lost first love.

AN: Drama! There is a lot more of that coming so be prepared...hehe

I'm trying to be as realistic as possible when it comes to reactions and all that, which is why Bella is breaking down at the end of this. Remember, this is the guy she had loved for three years so she will understandably be upset by his death.

This chapter wasn't my favorite. It was more of a way for me to get the next chapters started.

I want to thank you all again for the encouraging reviews, favorites and alerts!

I have part of the next chapter already written so hopefully it won't take me too long to get it out. Please review and let me know what you think! I would love to know what you thought of the whole Bella/Jasper truce thing. :)