Obviously, everything belongs to Stephenie Meyer. I'm just a disgruntled fan wanting things to go my way.

There is no Nessie. No Breaking Dawn. No Eclipse. This all takes place in New Moon before Edward ever comes back. If you ask me, axing his character was the best thing she did…Then he came back. I'm all Team Jake. Evidently.

Ch.2

I didn't expect Charlie to be home. I had just run approximately four miles and threw myself directly onto the couch.

"Bells? Is that you?" I heard him call from the kitchen, scaring me half to death. Once I had gained composure, I peeled myself away from the comfort of Charlie's old worn in lazy-boy and trudged into the tiny kitchen. Charlie was sitting at the table cleaning his gun for work. I grabbed him another beer out of the refrigerator and myself a bottled water.

"Who else were you expecting?"

"Well, no one, I guess…" he said with a smirk. "Did you get a lot of homework done?" Just then, I remembered that I had told Charlie I was going to Jessica's to do homework. Instead of lying more, I came clean.

"Umm... well... I uh, I actually didn't go over there." His eyebrow peaked but he did not look up from his gun. "I went hiking." That did it. His head snapped up and he looked into my eyes with more concern than I thought I would ever get from him.

"Bella. You know how dangerous everything has been.-"

"I know. I.. I know. Trust me. I saw the Bear, dad." Before he could say anything more I continued. "But it isn't a bear. They're wolves. Big wolves. Five of them." Charlie stood up and grabbed my shoulders.

"Are you okay? Did they hurt you? Are you sure you're fine? What did they look like… Oh, Bella." Everything came out at once without a breath.

"Yeah. Really, I'm okay. I'll explain everything later. Right now I just want to go to bed." It was dark outside and I hadn't realized I was so exhausted. "Listen, if Jake calls, will you wake me up?"

"Still haven't heard from him?" He asked confused. "I saw him in town with a few of his buddies, well… I don't know if they were buddies. They looked kind of angry."

"I don't know. Billy said he was going to Port Angeles with a few friends. Maybe they were just meeting there." I turned around and started heading up the stairs.

I didn't hear from Jake at all on Sunday, and I decided to give him as much space as he needed. I knew that Jake loved me. He had told me enough times that he did. I knew that I was only a matter of time before he wanted to talk to me again. I just couldn't think of what I would have done to make him so upset. Maybe he was just having a hard time right now. Something that I wouldn't understand.

I spent most of the day trying not to think about Jacob. I was truly glad that school came naturally, because my homework was being neglected. I was tired from moping around the phone all day, scared to leave the house in case Jake tried to all in the time I would have been gone. Charlie didn't even try to talk to me. I think it scared him seeing me like that again. I know he blamed Jake for my state, and that hurt in a small way. I didn't want Charlie to dislike Jacob if it had been my fault he wanted nothing to do with me.

Sleep seemed like the only logical cure, so I retired to my room earlier than I usually would have. That was the first night I dreamt about the boys.

I could hear dishes clanking together in a room, followed by children's giggles. "Not on that plate… this one". I opened my eyes to sunlight pouring through a big bay window. The rest of the room was painted a light grey, and the window panels were swaying in the breeze. I was alone in the bed, but could clearly see that someone else belonged right beside me. Their side of the bed was messy, the covers thrown to the side. My nightstand held a picture of me and Charlie. I was wearing a wedding dress, but there was no indication of the groom's identity. On his table, there was an alarm clock and a picture of me holding a little boy on my shoulders. He looked about 4, but I could not place him from anywhere in my present life. "Okay…lets go get mommy!" Mommy? My door opened up and the little boy from my shoulders came running through, jumping on the bed, sending a few feathers flying from the down comforter. His hair was dark and tussled. Bed Head. Definitely my kid. His eyes were darker than mine, but kind and curious. You could tell he was full of mischief. "Happy Birthday Mommy! We made breakfast!" he yelled in delight. "Thank you, baby!" I replied, kissing the top of his head. "And thank you." I said to the man standing in the doorway. I couldn't see who it was at first. The sunlight from the rooms outside made his features unidentifiable. All I recognized was the long, silky black hair that hung to his shoulders. My breath hitched as he sauntered from the door frame to sit beside me on the bed. Jacob. "I love you, Bells." His lips formed the words I wanted…needed…to hear. He placed a large hand on the side of my face, cradling my cheek delicately, and leaned down to kiss me. "Gross." said the little boy next to me. Jacob broke the kiss with a sideways grin and swept the giggling boy upside down in his arms, moving toward the door. "Let's let mommy get dressed, okay?" With one last look at me, he closed the door.

BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Monday morning came too soon. I didn't want to wake up. My hand shot out from under the covers, hit Snooze, and landed over my eyes, willing them bad to sleep. Five more minutes. I wanted to see my son again, my husband. What was I talking about? Jake wouldn't speak to me, and I was way too young to be dreaming of future children. Although, he was adorable. And seeing Jacob as a dad was more than intriguing. As I got ready for school, I considered calling the Black's. I knew Jake would be getting ready for school, so he would be up. I got as far as dialing his number before slamming the phone back on the receiver. Space. I was giving him space.

School passed agonizingly slow. If it weren't for Angela keeping me company, I would have been alone all day. People had gotten over being angry with me. Well, everyone except Jessica. I wasn't sure her and I would ever be the same. Everyone else just seemed to ignore me. They all accepted my presence, but they no longer asked questions or tried to involve me in conversation. Had I really been that much of a zombie?

When I got home, I tossed my bag and jacket down by the door, and headed into the kitchen to talk to Charlie. On the table was a handwritten note: Ran to Harry's, Be back soon. Love, Dad

If he could go to the Rez, why couldn't I? I spent one hour in front of my house debating myself in the cab of my truck. My truck that Jacob had rebuilt. Charlie's cruiser pulled up next to me and he stepped out, still in uniform.

"Everything okay, Miss?" He said jokingly.

"Did you see Jacob?" I asked eagerly, not bothering to play along.

"Saw Billy. He said Jake has been pretty busy. Guess he has a project going on in school."

"Did you-"

"Yeah, I told him to tell Jake to call you." He said before I could finish my sentence. "You gotta stop worrying so much, Bells. You overanalyze things. Jake probably is just busy. Us guys don't see things like you girls. Not talking every day isn't that big of a deal."

"I know that." I said, growing more irritated, "It's just that its been more than one day. I haven't talked to Jake since the movie. Not really, anyways." With that, I hopped out of my car and followed Charlie back into the house.

I baked chicken for dinner and chatted about the Spartan Baseball team making it to state. I felt like I was living in the surface of a really deep lake. Everything looked fine on the top. Serene, tranquil. I could go on with y day to day activities without thinking about them. I had gotten really good at that during my post-Edward stage. But underneath, anything could be lurking. I mindlessly babbled about Forks, but all I could think about was how I had ruined another great thing in my life.

What was wrong with me?

Hey! I know this chapter was pretty short, but I wanted to get it out before I went to bed. I'll probably be writing more very soon. Who knew it could be so relaxing. I'm always up for ideas for where the story could go, I only have a vague idea of what I want to happen. Reviews are appreciated, I take criticism better than most, so don't be afraid… even if it isn't good.