A/N: Hey, thanks for reading. Just a random little thing that I thought would have been brilliant, and made more sense. Realistically, Edward loves Bella so much that he would have asked whose funeral it was. But Stephanie had to have an excuse to make the book a few hundred pages longer, so she didn't have him ask. This is the realistic version of what would have happened. Please review!
Also, thank you all SO MUCH for reading and reviewing my other stories. I promise I'll get back to you as soon as possible. I feel like a terrible person...
"Swan residence," I said, voice low and intense.
"Hello, this is Doctor Carlisle Cullen. May I speak to Charlie?" said the voice on the other end.
"He's not here," I said menacingly. I wanted those stupid bloodsuckers to just leave my Bella alone. Why couldn't they just do that?
"Where is he?" DOCTOR Carlisle Cullen asked.
"He's at the funeral." I was annoyed. What reason could he possibly have for calling Charlie. And how dare he call here after what his son did to Bella!
"Bella's?" he asked, before I could hang up on him.
"No, not Bella, you filthy bloodsucker. A friend of his." Like hell if I'd give him any more detail than that.
"Oh!" he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why would you think Bella was dead? Stupid…"
He hung up on me.
"Who did you just hang up on?" Bella gasped, looking totally pissed. "In my house, on my phone?"
"Dr. Carlisle Cullen." I replied.
"Why didn't you let me talk to him?" she whimpered. It was pathetic how she looked at the moment, but it didn't matter, because I loved her too much to be annoyed.
"He didn't ask for you," I said coldly. "He asked where Charlie was and I told him. I don't think I broke and rules of etiquette."
"You listen to me, Jacob Black –"
But before she could finish her sentence, I was kissing her, and after a moment, she was kissing back.