Bella and Jasper have been friends all of their lives. But will new relationships, and some hardships, tear them apart?

I lay in our bed, waiting for him to get home. He was always out late with someone; some girl that he didn't even care about. You could call him a man whore, yes, but I prefer to call him Jasper Whitlock, my best friend since diapers.

My mother, Renee, had died before I could remember, and my father, Charlie, was married to his career; Chief of Forks Police. So I spent all my nights and days here with Jasper. Well, the nights that we weren't out partying.

My phone buzzed and thudded to the floor from the nightstand. I leaned over the double bed and picked it up from the place it had fallen. The caller ID read "Jasper" so I flipped it open to read the usual text that came my way every night.

"Hey. Go to sleep, I'll be there around three with Emmett and some beers."

I sighed. It was only twelve on a Friday night, I couldn't go to sleep for three hours and then wake up, so I flipped the light on and tossed my phone onto the other end of the bed where it slid and crashed to the floor. I don't even know why I have a phone any more. I get the same text every night; I have it memorized by now.

I peeled the covers back and crawled out of bed. I stumbled to the closet to find a sweat shirt and pants. I didn't want Emmett trying to cop a feel all night. I went downstairs as quietly as I could. I tip-toed my way to the kitchen, but tripped over the carpet leading to wood floor. I grabbed onto the refrigerator door to keep myself from falling to the floor. It flung open and shook the whole fridge. I sucked in a sharp breath hoping it wouldn't fall. Thankfully it didn't. I sighed and stood up. I closed the door and opened the freezer, pulled out a pizza, put it in the oven, and went back upstairs. It was going to be a long night.