Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight.

Author's Note: So, after many years I've decided that I'm going to edit this story - it's a story that's close to my heart but, as I've grown older I think that there are so many thing that need to be fixed in terms of grammar and characters. Mind you, I still don't have a Beta so, all new mistakes are mine. I don't think that I'm going to add in new content but, who knows, I may get inspired. Sorry to everyone who's already read this story and if you were hoping for more.

As always thank you for the reviews and follows.

"Are you sure that you're going to be alright Bells?" asked a large man.

He was dressed in a black fitted t-shirt and light green shorts. To anyone else, he may have been the sight of a tanned God, a fine craft of God's truer talents, sculpted to perfection in every salivating way, to Bella however, he was just Jake.

Bells, the woman addressed, just rolled her eyes and placed a cardboard box on the ground with a huff; it was definitely a bad idea to move in the San Francisco heat.

She wiped her sweaty brow.

"God, yes, how many times have I told you and everyone else that I am going to be fine here?" She said frustratingly.

Jake puts his hands up in a placating gesture.

"I'm just making sure; you know how the old man gets worried about you."

Bella let her features soften at the mention of her father; it was difficult to leave him alone again, especially after living with him for several months after…She shook her head, no need for those thoughts now.

"Yeah, I know, but it's been six months Jake, I'm over it."

Jake or Jacob as he was known, made eye contact with his best friend and noticed the dark rings around her eyes. He contemplated her words to detect any hesitation, any hurt from the grazing of old wounds, he could see that she was trying to pull up her strong front, but he knew her better.

He made a mental note to himself to make more of an effort to ensure that she was sleeping.

"I don't think that you can ever get over something like that Bells."

Bella stared at the boxes laid out before her and frowned, she had moved from her old town and old home partially on a whim and partially to get away from the sympathetic looks she had received after the incident. She didn't want that and she certainly didn't need it, so she decided to leave everything behind, well that was her hope anyway.

A silence fell between the two friends, each in deep thought, remembering a person they held in their heart.

A loud bang from a door was heard, bringing the two people out of their reverie, but it was Jake who inclined his head toward the sound.

He squinted his eyes, the sun falling on his face in order to gauge the neighbours, perhaps they'd be interesting. He saw a blonde woman of ethereal beauty and next to her was a shorter companion wearing a fluoro orange head band.

When the two women saw the scene before them, they stopped mid conversation and regarded their new neighbours - a plethora of boxes lay across the yard, all filled with house essentials, but nothing personal in public view.

"Are those your neighbours? Because they be fine" Jake commented after regarding Bella's neighbours.

Bella just continued picking up a box, it was labelled Kitchen, she didn't understand why it would be so heavy, it's not like she'd need the other half of utensils, but then, she had always compensated for the other person in her life, no, she needed to get rid of the extra cutlery as soon as possible.

She looked at Jake and scowled when she noticed him waving enthusiastically at the neighbours.

"Jake, stop that, you might encourage them," she hissed.

Her friend stopped waving and beamed a proud smile when he noticed that they were walking across the street, well, the blonde was walking, the smaller one was bouncing it seemed.

Bella rolled her eyes once more.

"See what you did?" She stated and then walked inside the soon to be filled house.

The house itself was fairly standard, enter the front door and you'd be in the living room, which was connected to an open kitchen. There was one bedroom, one study, one bathroom and one garage for one car.

Bella set the kitchen box on the table with a sigh and looked inside the box again. She studied each utensil carefully, as if the meaning of life was somehow contained in the silver. I really need to get rid of the extras, she surmised to herself.

It took half an hour to empty that one box and Bella had yet to see Jake come back into the house. She walked to the front porch and lit a cigarette on the way out.

"Well, speak of the devil, here she is," She heard Jake say.

She stopped in her tracks, like a deer caught in headlights, she could feel the burn of the cigarette between her fingertips.

Looking at Jake, she communicated a silent question.

"Is everything ok?"

He nodded in the affirmative, so she looked at the two women.

They were both dressed in light attire and obviously about to go for a run.

Bella however couldn't help but notice that the shorter one of the duo could barely contain her excitement, if bouncing on the balls of her feet were any indication, whilst the other taller blonde stared unwavering at her.

"I'm Alice and that's Rosalie, we live across the road with another housemate, Leah," the shorter one, Alice, said in a flurry.

Bella slowly lifted the cigarette to her mouth, inhaled and exhaled, loving the way the smoke filled her lungs. It was a good feeling to be filled with something again.

"Bella," She replied.

An awkward silence followed.

Bella leaned against the doorframe of the house and continued breathing in her cigarette.

Jake was frowning at her in disapproval.

"We were just discussing the possibility of dinner tonight?" Alice said not noticing the tension in the air.

Bella's eyes widened at the proposal and then she scowled at Jake, she did not want to make nice with the neighbours.

She looked at Jake to confirm the small ones intention and saw his puppy dog pout, that damned pout which had defined the entirety of their relationship and was the cause to all of Bella's past indiscretions.

Bella sighed, that damned pout.

"Yeah sure," she replied begrudgingly.

"Great see you at seven," and Alice smiled with every bit of confidence that it would not be awkward.

With one last nod, Bella flicked her cigarette onto the pavement and turned into the house.

"Well, I'm going to get some sleep now."

Jake was still frowning at his friend, he felt that she needed to open up more, he was about to speak out when another voice called instead.

"You know, you shouldn't smoke," Alice let her voice be carried into the air and it caused the woman addressed, to stop in her in her tracks and turn around.

Bella quirked an eyebrow at the smaller woman who just shrugged her shoulders in response.

"It's a bad habit," Alice finished.

Bella smirked, "So are women," she retorted with a wink and then sauntered off, leaving a bewildered crowd behind.

"Have a nice run," Bella waved behind her back and then the door slammed shut.

Jake shook his head bemused, "Well, that was something."

Thank you for reading.