DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT OR ITS CHARACTERS. I OWE ALL OF THAT GREATNESS TO THE ONE AND ONLY STEPHENIE MEYER, WHO I MUST REPEATEDLY BOW DOWN TO. BUT SERIOUSLY, IF I DID, WOULD I REALLY BE WRITING THIS STORY? DIDN'T THINK SO.

A/N

I'm still looking for feedback from the last chapter so that I can make this one hopefully longer and better.

I still don't know what's gonna happen, but hey. That's the beauty of this story.

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-S.N.O.

CHAPTER THREE: TEARLESS

Either I was all dried up from crying so much on the way over, I didn't feel like it was a hard enough thing to start crying over, or it just hadn't hit me yet. I was guessing the answer was between options one and three. Jacob breaking up with me was one of the hardest things I've ever had to go through. Stupid, stupid Bella. If you never went over there in the first place, you'd still be his girlfriend. I thought silently to myself.

Yeah, and miserable. I thought again. I let out a heavy sigh and tried to focus all of my attention on the road. That was close to impossible though. Every few seconds, my thoughts would drift back to the scene in the car, replaying what Jacob had said over and over and over… Something didn't seem right. I felt a mask of confusion take over my tired face as I tried to figure out what that 'something' was. He had seemed too happy and relieved to see me at first. And then before I was able to get the car moving, he had wanted to kiss me first. And it was a long kiss. Then he just seemed to… give up. Why? Hm, maybe I was just letting it get to my head.

I pulled up to my house still in a state of confusion. I hadn't shed one tear on the drive back home and that was starting to scare me. Was I happy that Jacob and I were finally over? No, of course not. Of course I wasn't happy. Then why wasn't I crying? Maybe I was just… not sad… That couldn't be. Of course I was sad… Wasn't I?

I pulled the key out of the ignition, opened my door, and got out. I could see a white and black blur heading my way as I closed my door and started walking up to the house.

"Oh, Bella! What happened? Did you break up with him? Are you guys over? Bella why aren't you crying? If you broke up you should be crying!"

"Alice! Calm down! I'll tell you everything once I'm inside and dry," I explained to her. We were walking towards the house as she continued to ask me more questions. Once we were on the porch, I turned to her abruptly.

"Alice!! Stop! I told you that I'll answer all of those hundred questions once I'm inside and dry!" She nearly scowled at me. Little pixie could be so impatient sometimes!

"Fine. I need to go fix my hair anyways." I started to open the big glass door, but Alice caught my arm before I could step inside. "And I want every single detail, important or not. Understand?"

"Yes, Al, I promise. Now let me go so I can go get cleaned up?"

"Just one question."

"Alice…" I complained.

"Just… did you guys break up?" She looked at me with true concern in her eyes. I closed mine and nodded my head slowly a few times.

"I'm sorry, Bell. Really. I know how hard break-ups can be," she said sympathetically to me. I just nodded again before heading into the warmth that was my home and bounding upstairs to my private bathroom.

Through my bedroom was the only way to get to my connected bathroom. This made me a teensy bit annoyed as I realized I would drip water and mud and whatever else was stuck to me on my luscious black carpet in my room. I ran as fast as I could from the bedroom doorway into my sanctuary, my private, king-sized bathroom. Alice and I each had one this size. Honestly, it could have been another bedroom if you really wanted to make it one. Mine was black and all different shades of purples and greens, just like my bedroom. The counters were made out of black granite that was speckled with gold all over. The cabinets were green with deep purple outlining and there were plain white tiles on the floor that led up to my white, green, and purple splatter-painted tub. Yes, splatter-painted. The wall tiles were like this as well. Mom had bought special paint that was permanent and made for this kind of thing. She, Alice, and I had had so much fun decorating my bathroom that day. We even got into a paint fight. I still have the outfit I wore that day pinned to the ceiling above my bed. I pulled back the purple shower curtain and ran the water until it was warm and the tub was full to my liking. I poured in my favorite scented bath bubbles, Pomagranate Mango, until I couldn't even see that there was water in the tub.

Taking a bubble bath was one of my favorite things to do, especially if I wanted to just escape or think or just relax. I took my clothes off, threw them into the hamper, and carefully sank into the wonderfulness that was my bathtub. Sooner or later, probably sooner rather than later, Alice would be pounding on my bathroom door telling me to hurry up and get out so that she could hear all about my break-up with Jacob. Almost as if on cue, there were three loud 'Bang's on my door, followed by one very annoyed Alice whine.

"Bella hurry up. Please! This is killing me! You said you just needed to get dry! Come on!" She yelled through the black door. When I didn't answer after a few moments, the banging started again.

"Isabella Marie Cullen, do NOT make me punch down this door!" For as little as she was, Alice was quite a tough person. Frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if I opened my eyes to find my large black door on the floor and Alice just standing behind it with a smug grin on her face that had 'Told ya' written all over it. Just to be sure, I opened my eyes and looked towards the door.

"Alice, go away! I'll be out when I'm out! Just leave me alone!" I yelled to her when I saw that my door was still on its hinges.

"UGH!!" I heard her grunt and storm off. I could hear, and feel, my bedroom door being slammed and just smiled to myself. Well, at least she's gone, I thought. I just closed my eyes again and let myself sink into a silent and peaceful bliss.

My bath allowed me to clear my head and get my thoughts straight. Now I was in my bedroom putting on my favorite comfy Pink pajamas. I was standing in front of my gorgeous black vanity brushing my hair when the phone rang. I put down my brush and walked around my king-sized bed and grabbed my cordless phone off of my black nightstand. Sitting down on my soft purple comforter, I pressed 'Talk' and answered the phone on the third ring.

"Hello?" I asked.

"Hey it's Edward." I heard that familiar velvety voice speak into the phone. Edward Masen was Emmett and Jasper's other best friend. He was really tall and sort of lanky, yet incredibly handsome. He had this strange bronze-colored hair that was so perfectly messy and disarrayed. His eyes were the prettiest color of green you could ever have imagined. Edward was a truly nice guy. I never really talked to him, though. I only ever did on the rare occasion that I answered his phone calls before Emmett could, like tonight, or when he was over our house. I guess you could say we were friends. Well, maybe more like friendly acquaintances.

"Oh, hey Edward. Hold on, I'll go find Emmett." I hopped off of my bed and practically ran out of my room and out into the hall. I figured Emmett was in his room, so I went down to the second story (mine and Alice's rooms are on the third floor) and down the giant hall to his room. Sure enough, his door was closed and I could hear his favorite band, Linkin Park, blasting over his expensive stereo system. Knowing he wouldn't be able to hear a simple knock, I started pounding on the door.

"Em! Open the door!" I shouted to him.

"What do you want?" he asked as he opened the door for me.

"Phone. It's Edward," I said handing it to him.

"Thanks. Now buh-bye." He slammed the door in my face and I rolled my eyes, turning to go back upstairs to my room. I think I nearly had a heart attack when I saw Alice standing there, blocking my way, with her hands clasped behind her back.

"Now, Bella, where would you like to talk?" she asked me in her sweetest voice. I pushed past her and headed back to my room. Naturally, she followed me in and closed my door behind her. I went over to my window and sat down on my big green chair (pic on profile) that was next to it. Alice grabbed a pillow off of my bed and tossed it to me, then took one for herself and sat down on my bed, legs crossed Indian-style. "Okay. Spill," she instructed me. I opened my mouth to start but was immediately interrupted. I stared at Alice with I'm sure a frustrated look on my face. "Wait. I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Again. I know it couldn't have been easy to go through. Okay. Now spill."

I started off by telling her how I sat and idled in his driveway thinking how I would break up with Jake. I told her everything from all about how I got mad at myself for smiling at him, to arguing with him about what car to take, and then to how the tables turned when he ended up being the one to break up with me.

"Wow. I SO did not see that coming!" She exclaimed.

"Yeah. Me either," I responded quietly.

"So… he broke up with you when you were supposed to be the one breaking up with him… and then you didn't even cry?" she asked.

"No. And before you can ask, I don't know why."

"Well, are you happy that you guys are over?"

"Not happy, just… relieved I guess. Yeah that's it. I'm relieved." I said it with such certainty. Okay, so I wasn't all cried out. And it had hit me. I just felt relieved that I was now free. Well, free isn't exactly the best term, but it's the closest I could get to what I'm actually feeling.

"Well, that's… good… right?" Alice asked me.

I nodded a few times and then looked back up to her. "Yeah. I think it is."

A/N

Yeah, not much really happened in that chapter. Sorry for that. I guess you could say it was just sort of a filler chapter. But I'm tired. My sister woke me up at 8 this morning. So my mind's not really in the best place for writing right now. Eh.

BUT I'm 98 sure that I know what's going to happen in chapter 4 (and probably 5). and I'm pretty sure you guys will like it. There's gonna be lotsssss of drama! I love it!

One reviewer asked:

Does Edward secretly like Bella or do they both have no idea?

The answer is: right now they both are just kind of whatever towards each other. To Bella, Edward is just her brother's best friend, and to Edward, Bella is just his best friend's sister.

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