A/N: Let's just say that Jacob was actually this nice to Edward and Bella's relationship. He isn't a werewolf yet, by the way.

Oh, and it WILL get more depressing. So no humour genre, even though it's happy for half of the thing!

Bella's POV

Knock Knock

I wiped my icing-covered fingers on my apron, and ran to get the door. Charlie would be here in an hour, and that would give me enough time to finish Sue's birthday cake he was dropping off.

KNOCK KNOCK

"I'm coming, Jake! Do you want me to trip over something?!" I yelled, knowing it was Jacob already. He was visiting me a lot lately. I didn't need to explain why.

"Hey, Bells." I opened the door to find him leaning against it. He fell forwards slightly, but regained his balance. "Cake?" he eyed my fingers with lust. I rolled my eyes. "Not for you. It's for Sue."

"Yea, but I am invited to the party. I get to see if its edible." He winked at me, and strode past me. I snorted. "As if you can make a better one. There wouldn't be enough icing. Hint, hint." Jacob's laugh boomed through the empty house.

He took a seat at the table, his gaze longing for a piece of cake. I picked up the cake, changing its destiny if it were to be placed at the table any longer.

Jacob groaned as I tucked it into the fridge behind the milk jugs. I untied my apron and flung it onto the chair. I took a seat beside Jacob and offered him an apple. "Sure, sure. Give me the fruit." He complained. I hadn't noticed that he had earphones placed in his ears.

I eyed the blue iPod sticking out of his jeans pocket. He grinned. "Quil's mom gave it to me for fixing her car. Cool, isn't it?" I could tell it was his pride and joy. "I've been bugging the guys with this, so now it's your turn. What's your mood?" Jacob asked, taking a bite of the apple.

"Mood?" I asked, raising a brow. "You know," a chunk of apple flew out his mouth as he chewed…loudly? I sighed. It was so Jacob.

"Choose a song that describes your mood right now." He explained, swallowing. "That's creative." I said, getting up. I decided it was safe enough to work on the cake. Apparently not. Jacob looked as though he wanted to fling his apple and dive for the cake. Was it really that appetizing?

I brought it to the end of the table, as far away as possible. Jacob stayed put, and continued with his apple. "Hm…" I turned and opened the drawer of utensils. I took out the butter knife, and turned back to my cake. There was a messy circle of missing icing on the side. I narrowed my eyes.

Jacob was licking his lips and took another bite of his apple—innocent. Wait. Since when do you lick your lips when you eat an apple? "You," I growled. He ruined my cake! "What? Anyways, song?" he demanded. I held up the butter knife, attempting to look dangerous. "Admit it, at least. Say you're sorry for ruining my cake. I'm telling everyone." I threatened.

"Aw, come on Bells! I didn't eat lunch!" he pleaded, plopping the earphones out and laying the ipod on the table. "Not ready to make nice—Dixie Chicks." I hissed. I didn't know why I was so mad, but he wasn't even sorry!

"Hey, I know that song!" a smile flashed across his face. It disappeared and was replaced by a quivering lip. "Um…sorry?" I sighed. "Fine. Just don't do it again." I tried to make the icing even.

A few minutes later, Jacob was done with his apple, and grinned mischievously at me. "You know which song I like right now?" he blushed lightly. I blinked, and shook my head. "Just the girl—Click Five." He mumbled, and tossed the core of the apple into the trash. I forced a smile and continued with my cake.

"Can I ask you something?" he asked softly. I nodded, keeping my eyes on the cake. "Back in September…" he trailed off. I swept my knife to the side of the cake. "When he…" he lowered his voice. My hand started to shake when I brought the knife back to the centre.

"What song—"

"Jacob, can you pass me the flowers?" I cut him off, pointing my shaky finger at the plastic flowers near his ipod. He sighed and tossed me three. He took a deep breath.

"When that Sam guy—"

"Jacob, can you—"

"Bella, just let me finish!" he stood up, yelling at me—pleading. "You said I can ask you a question. Please." He tried to calm his voice down. I lowered my eyes to my shaking hands. His outburst surprised me. Why did he care so much?

"What song…" he repeated softly. I closed my eyes. At first I saw a blonde girl sitting at a piano, playing a soft tune. Slowly, her hair was shortened, and her clothes changed. The blonde turned a bronze colour. The tune changed, becoming more unbearably sweet. I snapped my eyes open before the image could continue.

"When you're gone…Avril Lavigne." I murmured, mentally forcing the picture to change back to the blonde girl. Jacob nodded, and picked up his ipod. "Charlie is coming soon, right? I guess I better go before he accuses me of stealing the icing." He winked, as if he didn't steal it.

I attempted to smile, and failed miserably. He noticed, but kept his face light. "See you around, Bella." And with that, he was gone. I looked down at the cake. It was good enough. Besides, I couldn't continue. Not after that.

2 Days Later

Jacob's POV

"Hey kid, you'll be on when the red sign flashes." Jason Call—Embry's uncle—told me. (A/N: I forget Embry's family status, except his mom. Wait. Then wouldn't Jason declare who the dad was? What ever!)

Jason owned a radio station—The Toll. Lame name, I know. (A/N: me too)

Anyways, people would call in, requesting songs to put on. But since Embry was his nephew, and I was his best friend, I could come in the radio station. I was going to make a dedication. Bella would probably be as mad as hell with me. Or maybe just too upset that she wouldn't talk to me for a bit. But I couldn't help myself. I had to do this. Maybe if he heard it, he would understand what happened to Bella because of him.

"We're on in 3….2….1…." Jason grinned, and flicked a red switch. The red sign went off, and I waited to be introduced. "Hey, hey, hey! This is Jason Call, ready to take some requests. But first! We have a special guest. Jacob Black, one of my nephew's friends. Yea, I know. My nephew has friends!" Oh, he was going to get it from Embry.

"Anyways, Jacob, why don't you tell us which song you want me to play?" Jason pointed to me. I nodded. "Right, well, I think this is a much needed dedication. I have a friend. She was and I can tell, still is, deeply in love with this guy." I frowned. I didn't like where this was going, but I had to continue. For Bella.

"He…moved. In a difficult way. So I want you to play this Jason, so Edward knows what he did." Oh, shit. Now I was definitely going to get it from Bella.

"You are one good friend, Jacob. What song would you want Edward to hear?" Damn, him. He just HAD to repeat it! "Er…when you're gone, by Avril Lavigne." I stumbled over my words, imagining the gossip Bella would get at school. I groaned quietly, not wanting to be heard on air.

Jason clicked another button, and a piano began to play. He turned off the switch. "Good job, kid. Thanks for coming down." And with that, I was booted out of the station so fast, I couldn't even say, Edward.

Edward's POV

I leaned my head back, hitting it against a grey wall. I was currently sitting in a dark alleyway, far from human existence. What was the point of existing? Even if I did, I could pretend I didn't. Not with out her.

A heavy wind blew my hair into my face, along with dust and dirt. I was never more useless in my life. Oh, how I ached for Bella. How right now, I could be lying on her bed, listening to a Linkin Park song with her.

No.

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. I let it out quickly, and snapped my eyes open when the same image burned through my mind. Bella. Her laugh rang through my ears—with pureness. Her image burned my eyes—with breathtaking beauty. Her smell stung my nose—as I breathed a most utterly longing whiff of her.

I brought my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. I was pathetic. No wonder I stayed away from my family. They shouldn't see me like this.

And that's when I heard it. A soft buzzing sound from a garbage can. My head snapped up, and turned to the direction of the sound. I stood up, and in one split second, arrived at the garbage can. An old blue radio was stuffed behind some bananas. I reached for it, ignoring the human food.

I tuned it until there was a clear voice. "Right, well, I think this is a much needed dedication. I have a friend. She was and I can tell, still is, deeply in love with this guy." a husky, yet boyish voice said. I racked through my memory. I had heard that voice before.

"Hey Bella, I was hoping you would be here." I could do better than that. I concentrated on the voice.

"You look really pretty by the way." Jacob Black. The boy who Bella –I winced—flirted with, to get information on me. He came to the prom. Jacob Black….wait. He was most likely in Forks. And I…was not. How in the world could this radio get reception like that?!

"He…moved. In a difficult way. So I want you to play this Jason, so Edward knows what he did."

My eyes widened. I could feel my jaw tighten. This boy was around Bella. He had seen the results of me leaving, and now...he chose a song to represent it. Though clearly not needing it, I turned the volume as loud as it would go. If Bella was there, I…I wouldn't know what I would do.

A soft tune began playing. The instant it reached the third bar, I recognized the song. I dropped the radio, though it continued without flaw.

Bella's POV

Jacob told me to listen to a certain radio station, at 4:50pm. I did so. I could not believe what he had said. He didn't say my name. No. He said his name. And no doubt, all of Forks was listening to this.

'…the face I came to know is missing, too…'

I dumped my face into my hands, pulling at the fallen strands of hair. "Ugh!" I glared angrily at the radio.

'…I miss…you…'

I didn't want to think about him! It hurt to think about him! And this song…it was hurting me. Because it was more than true.

Edward's POV

'…and they smell just like you. I love the things that you do…'

I couldn't deny the facts. I caused this. I caused her pain. It had been, what—6 months? And she was still like this. I expected her to be like this. Maybe for a few weeks at most. But 6 months? I was truly…a monster.

'And make it okay…I miss…you…'

That was it. I couldn't take it. If Bella still felt of me this way…if she still loved me as much as I loved her…I was willing to go back. I was willing to beg on my knees for her. To apologize for eternity, for her to take me back. Without a soul, one could go on. I did. But without a life…trying to live without a life…was impossible. Bella was my life. And I needed her back.

An hour later

Jacob's POV

Ring Ring

Finally, the girl got some nerve to yell at me.

I picked up the phone, and had no chance to say hello.

"Jacob Black! Why did you do that?!" she demanded. I practiced this. As if I could admit to her that it killed me how she was. Maybe he wouldn't come back. And then I would get my chance to be with Bella. But I had to try. For better, or for worse—I had to try.

"Quil dared me to dedicate a song, and I chose one that was in much need to be said." I wasn't lying. I just wasn't saying the whole truth.

"A…dare?" she was speechless. I bet she thought I would do it from the bottom of my heart. Like I said, I wouldn't admit that to her.

"Yes."

"Well, then, I dare you not to speak to me!" and with that, I heard the phone come crashing down, resulting in a dead line.

Bella's POV

I was going to apologize in a few minutes. But for now, I had to get my anger out. I had too much extra energy today. First with the cake, and then with this…I had no need to be mad with Jacob. He was trying to help. I knew he was. I should be thankful, of all emotions. But I couldn't. Not when I knew that it was all a waste. He wasn't coming back. He …wasn't… coming…

I started to gasp, and I threw my arms around myself. And right then, in the middle of everything, I realized why I did that. Why I hugged myself. I tried to comfort myself, by thinking that my arms were his arms. That if this ever happened with him around, his arms would be slipped around my waist, and his cool breathe—

I ran to my room, and swore I would make it to the bed. I couldn't. I collapsed at the door. I felt my knees meet the wooden ground, and slowly fade into black the moment my head met the cool floor.

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A/N: Double Edit: Damn you all! Fine, its gonna be a two shot. I just hope that some readers are tuning in.