A/N: This is another typical Twilight fanfiction.. or is it? (: Hi! I am Lindsey the author of this story. This is my first story so please let me know how I can improve and what not. I will make mistakes, but I will do my best to not make them…. This goes off the books more than the movies… Bella chooses Jacob over Edward in the second book, New Moon. I will see where this leads me… Thanks for reading!

It's been months. I miss them. Well, I miss him. I miss his smile, his changing eyes, hist bronze hair, even his pale, chilly skin. I miss his wonderfully crazy, always cheerful sister. I miss all of them- the Cullens: Alice, with her lovely attitude; Jasper, the forever mysterious; Emmett, the joking brother; Dr. Carlisle and Esme, the loving parents who accepted me; even Rosalie, though she hated me; and, of course, Edward, my love.

I was ready- ready to become like them, to run as fast as them, to live the same lifestyle as them, be a vampire with them. I don't understand why, why he had to go. I loved him- I still love him. If he came back tomorrow, I would run into his arms and never let him go. But no. He doesn't love me. I knew that all along. He was the guy every girl in the school wanted to be with. I never understood why he chose me. Look at Jessica. She is so pretty and popular, captain of the volleyball team, class president- she has it all going for her. I am just some plain girl from Arizona that just exists.

I am so thankful for my best- and now only- friend Jacob Black. Jacob is slim, stanking at about six feet, with long, jet black hair, deep brown eyes, and smooth, russet skin. He reached out to me last September after Edwa- um- the Cullens left town. We hang out, do homework together, see movies, and play board games. Every Sunday, my dad Charlie and I have Jacob and Billy, his father and Charlie's best friend, over for "football and beer," as the men put it. Jacob and I sometimes watch the game, and sometimes go outside and talk until Billy is ready to return to reservation. I know Jacob likes me, but he knows I can't feel that way about anyone right now.

Just as I was coming out of my depression, Jacob locked me out. The last time I talked to him he was acting really weird. A few of my friends had come down with the flu, so I originally thought that was what was going on. It was weird… He isn't an angry person, but he flipped out on my friend Mike, and he was burning hot. I've called him numerous times over the last few weeks, but Billy said he has come down with mono. As of four days ago, Billy quit answering too.

"Let him come to you, Bella," Charlie told me. "When Jacob is ready and feeling better, he will come to you."

Now here we are today. I can't take it anymore. I'm sitting home alone on a wonderful Saturday. Charlie goes fishing with Harry Clearwater on Saturdays, so I study; today, however, the similarities in the lives of Presidents Abraham Lincoln and John F. Kennedy just aren't satisfying my boredom, so I get in my pickup and drive. I didn't have a destination in mind when I started, but I now find myself driving towards Billy's, determined to see Jacob no matter what. As I pull into the drive way and run up the stairs, I see Billy rolling his wheelchair over to the door. I knock. Billy answers.

"Jocob isn't in the mood for visitors," he says, trying to close the doors.

I shake my head. "I don't care, Billy," I state, pushing past him, "I need to talk to Jacob."

Billy yells for me to wait, but I ignore him. I walk through the kitchen, down the hall, and go into Jake's bedroom on the end right.