I woke up the next morning, still in a confused haze. It seemed as though Edward knew Jacob, and there was another story. But how could that be? I was physically here, living and breathing. Jacob was here too. And Edward was nowhere to be seen—only heard. It was obvious who I was more likely to believe.

I brushed it off. I was confused and trying to figure it out was only giving me a headache. I got dressed and headed downstairs to eat some breakfast, and on the way past Charlie's room I still heard snores. I poured my cereal in silence, and its chewing crunches filled the room. I was struggling not to think about Edward. But it was hard. Right now, I was at the point of incredulity. If I couldn't figure it out, and there was no physical proof, how could I ever figure it out? Jacob was real. And that's what mattered,

Although, I had to ignore the small part in me who longed for Edward. He wasn't real—or at least he'd had shown no proof of being—so there was no point in being infatuated with him.

I was just being rational.

And it was just an infatuation.

Now seemed like a good time to call Jacob.

I left a note for Charlie, letting him know I'd be at Jacob's for the day. Jacob had been so excited to hang out with me. And as soon I got there and out of my car, he grabbed me in a hug. "You know, my friends at school don't believe I have a girlfriend."

I laughed, "And why is that?"

"I couldn't tell you. I mean, look at these big biceps. Do these look like the muscles of a gay guy?"

I looked towards the sky as in thought, then rolled my eyes. "Well…"

"Stop it." He said with a smirk, and planted a kiss straight on my lips. Then he took my hand and pulled me inside.

And that's when I thought of the best, but scariest thing, to end my problems.

But, no way. I couldn't do that. Well, could I?

How would Jacob react? Would he get upset? I had a feeling he would.

But I had to ask.

"Bella? Did you hear me?"

I broke out of my trance. "What?"

"Are you hungry?" He had a puzzled look on his face.

"Uh, yeah sure." I blinked several times, to get myself out of Bella-world, where I was obsessed with my own problems.

I looked toward the kitchen where he has already started our snack.

I just had to ask it. No thinking about it. Just do it.

"Hey Jake?" Stop it!, my brain was screaming.

"Yeah?"

I took a deep breath. "Do you know anyone named Edward?"

Jacob looked at me puzzled. "No…why?"

I hesitated. I had to. I had no answer to that. "Uh, just this kid I know. He said he knows you. I was just wondering."

He lifted his eyebrow, then just shrugged his shoulders. "Weird."

Internally, I let out a big sigh. Good, he didn't suspect anything.

But that didn't explain how Edward knew him, but he didn't know Edward.

We finished eating out snack then picked out a movie and snuggled on the couch. I didn't pay attention to the movie much. It had something to do with robots. I was still trying to figure out in my head what Edward was. Or where he was. Or how he knew me. Or Jacob. I couldn't figure it out rationally in my head.

Bella, said Edward's voice, in my own head of course, you're in another world.

...

Okaayyyy? Was that possible? Is that what it came down to accepting? That I was in another world? Even if I thought that to be true, what was I going to do about it?

"Bella." Jacob was just staring at me, looking a little confused. "What's wrong?"

I blinked a couple of times, bringing myself out of my own thoughts. "Nothing," I replied quickly.

"You were quiet throughout the whole movie. And you're quiet now. What's wrong?"

"I just…can't…quite figure things out."

His eyebrows furrowed. "What's there to figure out?"

Uhhhh. I needed help. This needed to be figured out. I wanted help. But I didn't want to worry Jacob. I loved him too much.

Wait.

Okay. Well, now I had something to tell him. To stall him. At least, it was something true. But the truth surprised me.

I smiled a little bit and tried to hide it. "Well…I love you, Jake."

His eyes widened in surprise, and then he smiled so huge I thought his mouth would fall off his face. "Really? Oh great! Thank you! That's fantastic—I love you too!" And then he kissed me hard. He was so excited.

I giggled a little in his enthusiasm.

He grabbed my hand and started leading me down the hall, towards his bedroom.

My smile dropped. "Wait, where are we going?"

He turned and sheepishly grinned at me. "I want to show you something."