I woke up, and as I looked around the room I held my breath. Where was I?

The last thing I remembered was being in my car. I definitely wasn't there anymore. I was in a room and it definitely wasn't mine. Compared to my room, which would still be covered in the white paint and flowers from when I was nine, this room was completely different.

My room would be clean; a small twin size bed, with a pink comforter in the middle of the room, there would be a wooden dresser next to it, and a closet filled only with hangers. The desk on the other side of the room would be empty from the lack of someone to use it. It was not like the room I was in.

The room was messy, to begin with. It was definitely a boy's room, from the looks of it; or a really, really, sloppy girl. The floor was littered with clothes that looked like it hadn't been washed, or even touched, in a few weeks or maybe a month. The closet was closed, but I could only guess that what was inside was worse than the floor. I shuddered. The desk here, compared to my desk, was messy. But alone, the desk seemed empty as though it had been used but a long time ago. The one good thing about the room was the bed.

I lay down once again on the bed. It felt like the softest bed I had ever slept on and the sheets were so warm; like it had it's own heating ventilator. I inhaled deeply, trying to calm the growing fear in my heart, and held my breath. The scent seemed familiar. It was something that I had been close to years and years ago, but it was too far away for me to remember who it belonged to.

I threw the covers someone had put over me off and slid my feet over the bed. I barely managed to hold in a scream as my feet came across the underwear of whoever owned the room. My feet thrashed around until the underwear flew across the room and landed on the desk. I shuddered and stood up.

I shut the door behind me and headed down the hall toward the living room. My hand slid along the wall; it all looked vaguely familiar. Again, I had the sense of familiarity, like I had been there several years' back and just couldn't remember.

I tried to shake the feeling off, but it wouldn't budge.

In the short walk from the room to the living room, I was sure my heart had stopped and that I was going to wake up from a dream anytime soon. But I didn't. I walked into the living room to see a group of guys, six in total, a girl, and someone in a wheelchair, with his back toward me. When I entered, the conversations stopped and I froze.

That was when the man in the wheelchair turned around and I screamed, "Billy!"

At that moment I remembered to breath. I ran over to hug the man in the chair, Billy, who I had never been so happy to see in my life. It wasn't a dream, true, but it wasn't like I had been kidnapped.

It all started to make sense. I was in La Push when my car flipped, not too far from where Billy's house was. It was possible that they had heard the crash or been driving home and seen me. But, why hadn't they taken me to the hospital?

"Is, dear! I haven't seen you in such a long time. You've grown so much!"

"Yeah. Sorry about that Billy. There were things that came up every time I wanted to come visit."

Billy nodded his head in understanding.

"Um, Billy? What happened? Why am I here? Didn't my car crash?"

"Ah, right," Billy, sighed. He motioned for me to sit on the couch near the only other girl there. She glared directly at me and I shook my head to Billy. I was fine standing. I didn't plan on putting my life in danger again today. "Alright. Your car flipped multiple times."

"You flew right out of the car, and hit your head," the younger of the boys stated.

I stayed quiet, taking it all in. I had been in a car accident. I had flown out of the window and hit my head. My car flipped multiple times… My car!

"What happened to my car?" I screamed, causing them all to jump, except for Billy.

"It's outside," one of the other boys, said. He was around 6'3" and had black hair and brown eyes that almost matched the color of his skin. His slender body stood and he pointed to the door.

I gulped, expecting the worse, as I turned to the door, ready to open it and clearly see the damage on my car. The sight before me made me feel like fainting. My silver Boxter S was in ruins. The hood was dented terribly and scratched everywhere. The windshield was shattered, as were all the other windows. The front bumper was smashed, an indent the size of something huge. The silver paint was scrapped off from most of the car.

I stumbled over to my car, my baby. "This is not happening," I mumbled. I could feel the stares of the others on my back.

I had waited years to get enough money to even think about buying this car. And the only reason I had got it was because an old friend of mine paid the rest off for my birthday. This was most prized possession. The only thing I really had left from my old life and it was completely crumpled in front of my eyes.

As I stood in front of the car, a surge of anger rushed through me, and I kicked my foot repeatedly against the bumper. I only stopped when I felt the hand of someone on my shoulder. I turned and looked up to see another guy, with the same brown eyes and black hair as the other.

I nodded my head furiously, kicking the car once more, before heading back to Billy's house. They moved out of my way as I got to the door, letting me enter, before they cautiously filled in after me.

"Why wasn't I taken to the hospital?" I finally asked, after everyone had pilled in.

Billy was the first to speak. "Here's what happened, Is. We all heard the sound of a car crashing and went to investigate. When the boys found you, they quickly brought you here, where we planned on calling the hospital. However, before we could, your wounds had already started healing." He paused.

"Billy," I shook my head then continued, "Are you crazy? That's impossible!"

"Is! Listen to me. An hour ago, you were covered in cuts and bruises. Your leg was broken and you had a large cut from your shoulder to the top of your neck."

Instinctively, my hand reached to where the cut would have been an hour ago. I inhaled deeply. "Well, there's nothing there now. Maybe you've all lost it, Billy. But thanks for saving me."

"You don't know why that happened," asked the younger of the boys.

"Of course not. I'm not even saying I believe you! It's crazy. But I really should get going. Thanks so much Billy, everyone. I owe you all."

Billy protested, trying to get me to stay to eat something, but I assured him I was fine and that I wasn't hungry. "Can I leave the car here, Billy? I'll come by later and figure what to do with it."

Billy nodded his head. "And if you need a place to stay, come back here tonight. You got it, kiddo? I haven't seen you in a while and I'd like to talk to you."

I nodded my head. "Sure thing, Billy." But the truth was that I was lying through my teeth. I wasn't planning on coming back at all, except to get my car. I turned around to finally leave when I stopped. I had realized that this was Billy's house; the room I had been in was most likely Jacob's room. Ew. I had stepped on Jacob's underwear. His bed was so nice though, so soft and-wait. What was I thinking? Where was he anyway? "Oh, Billy. What ever happened to Jacob?"

The room got tense and no one spoke. Billy looked, suddenly, pained. No one answered.

"I'm sorry, you don't need to tell me. I was just wondering. I'll go now. Bye Billy," and I took off running toward Forks.

--

When I finally got to the house, I stopped and wondered if I should actually go in. I was, after all, an hour late. It was possible that she was gone. I finally decided to go in. I knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer.

A boy, who looked maybe seventeen or eighteen with untidy bronze hair, opened the door. He crinkled his nose. I forgot how much I smelt.

"Come in," he spoke, and it took all the power I had to move. I always forgot how melodic their voices could sound. It was only a matter of seconds before Bella enveloped me in a hug, she let go all restraints, and I could feel it.

"Bella, be careful."

"Don't worry Edward, It won't kill her," Bella said to Edward, whom I assumed was her husband. "Come on, I want you to meet everyone."

She ushered me further into the house, were there were five others, not including Bella and Edward.

"Everyone, this is my friend, Izzie."

Everyone exchanged glances. "Um, it's nice to meet you," I smiled.

"Bella," one of the girls started. She had black spiky hair and looked so pixie like, that I almost forgot what she was. "You know it's not safe to-"

"Don't worry, Alice. She knows."

If I thought it was weird that they exchanged glances before then I was wrong, this was what it looked like when they exchanged glances. They all had looks of worry, probably because I knew their secret.

"I've known for a long time. I knew before Bells did. So you don't have to worry." That did nothing to ease their fears. It simply made them wonder who I was and how I knew.

"Why'd it take you so long to get here," Bells asked, obviously trying to change the subject.

I laughed a little nervously, and scratched the back of my head. "I kind of totaled the car."

"What," she screamed, the same way I did when I found out about the car.

One of the bigger of the guys, with black hair, laughed roughly and said, "Man, you attract danger, just like Bella!"

--

"So Bella, when were you planning on telling us you had a friend with the same name as you?" Emmett asked.

Bella shrugged her shoulders, "When she got here. And I told Edward about her." She smiled, as did Edward.

"I still can't believe you're a vampire, Bells." I was sprawled across the living room floor. It had been a good two hours since I had arrived. They were more relaxed around me, now that they understood everything. "You used to be the most klutzy person in the world."

She glared at me.

"Aw, come on," I whined, "I meant it in a good way!"

She managed to keep her façade on a little longer before a smile broke out across her features. She could never stay mad at me for too long.

"So," Alice asked. "Where's your car at?"

Alice was sitting on one of the couches, with Jasper sitting next to her. He didn't seem to have a problem with me being near him, since I wasn't appetizing. Next to them were Emmett and Rosalie, who wasn't paying much attention to me, more to her nails. Bella and Edward were both sitting on the floor, next to me.

I winced. We hadn't mentioned the car since I first said it was totaled. "It's on the reservation." I turned to Bella. "I'm so sorry, Bells. I didn't mean to get into an accident. I don't even know what happened."

"It's okay, Izzie." Bella smiled reassuringly. "It's just a car. Your okay."

I nodded my head. "But it was such a gorgeous car!"

Edward laughed. "What," I asked.

"Emmett thinks your more of a guy than a girl, because of how you're reacting about your car."

"Ha," I laughed at what I was about to say. "He's just jealous I can beat him arm wrestling."

"What? You think you can beat me," Emmett screamed, playfully, standing up from his seat.

I smiled, "Any day."

He smiled, "Let's go, then."

--

"Yes," I screamed triumphantly. "I won!"

"There's no way you won, you cheated." Emmett yelled, then grinned. "Rematch."

"Maybe next time, big boy. I should get back to Billy's. I promised him I would come back and it's getting late."

"Next time, I'll beat you," he said confidently and put me in a headlock, messing up my hair.

I pushed myself free and hugged Bella. "I'll come see you soon." I said my goodbyes to everyone else and left, taking off running back toward the reservation.

Along the way, as I dodged tree after tree, it began to rain. I stopped in my tracks and looked up. A drop of rain, then more, hit my face and I shuddered. I never was one to love the rain. No wonder I never really liked visiting La Push to often. It always rained.

In the few minutes it took me to get back to the reservation, I was soaking wet. I squeezed my hair as dry as I could before I walked into Billy's house.

"Hey Billy, I'm back. Thanks for letting me stay here, I really-" it was when I looked up that I stopped talking. The same group were gathered, all looking at me, and in the middle sitting on the floor, Jacob sat.

I had to admit. He had definitely grown up since I last saw him. He was taller, that was a guarantee. He looked more muscular, as well, more adult like. It was amazing that he had grown this much, since I last saw him. That was some major growth spurt.

No one spoke. All their eyes stayed locked on mine. I cleared my throat and all but Jacob looked away.

"Hey, Jacob," I started. He still didn't move. "Long time no see…" Still nothing.

It got awkward really quickly. "Is, why don't you go and shower?"

"Um, yeah, sure thing Billy. I just gotta grab my stuff from my car."

"Do you need help," Billy asked. I was guessing he would send one of he guys. "The door's probably jammed."

"No, I'll manage." With one last glance in Jacob's direction, to see he was still staring, I left.