BPOV

It's been 6 years. It's been 5 years since I last spoke his name. A million tears and one giant heartache later, I'm in Seattle joining a friend in becoming part-owner of a night club. It's not really my dream job. I went to college for English in hopes of becoming a writer, but it's not so easy to get anything published. I can't bring myself to publish the only story I deem worthy. It's the story of how I met the only man worth giving my love to, and how he left me. I'm not ready to have the public read what they would think is a "fictional" story when, in reality, is the happiest & most traumatic memories I've had in my 24 years of living. So, here I am. My friend, Samantha, and I bought a loft and moved in yesterday. She already owns the club. It was given to her when her father passed last year. We've had a lot of fun bringing it up to code for this century and are finally having a huge opening party tonight.

"Yo, Bella!! Did you pick up all the decorations for tonight??" Samantha was doing all the important paper work. I was pretty much there to help the place run smoothly and, to be honest, just make money.

"Yeah! I'm working on getting them up now. Jake is coming in a few minutes to help out." I am very pleased that Jacob and I have remained close friends over all these years. And, if I'm being completely honest, I've been thinking about him as more than a friend. I'd never tell him, of course. I'm afraid that my feelings for Jacob are a little more X-Rated than they should be. It's just so hard think about Jacob in a 'G' rated manner when his big muscles, handsome face, and award winning smile are practically being thrown my lap.

With the vampires out of the area, Jacob has gotten a little more mature. He's still a kid at heart, but that's just Jake. His body, however,…damn. I know Jacob has feelings for me…always has, but I haven't moved on since…well,…no other man has ever been as perfect for me. It's just really hard to put anyone on the pedestal that I had…him on. Celibacy has been my life. I'd fooled around with a few guys in college, but nothing major. In all medical terms, I'm still a virgin. Yay…

I paused mid-thought when I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. "Hey, Bells!!" My Jake lifted me off the ground and spun me in a circle.

"Hey, Jake." I laughed. "What took you so long? We don't have much time." I started handing him some balloons to fill with helium.

"What's the hurry? It's only 4 o'clock. We don't open the door until 9." He took a seat on one of the bar stools and started blowing up the balloons.

"Well, you might be dressed for the night, but I have to change." I pointed at my outfit and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"I happen to think you look great." He winked at me.

"You're biased." I smiled back. "Keep filling balloons, I'm going to go put the banner up inside the door. Thanks for helping out, Jake." I grabbed a pair of scissors for the rope and walked away.

"Sure, sure." I could practically feel the smile in his words. He truly is a great friend.