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Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with the Twilight Saga… but, man, do I wish I did! Also, I do not own the song lyrics or the song "Calling You" by Blue October. Man, listen to it once and it sticks in your head FOREVER!

Chapter Two

I was in the forest with Jacob. He was holding my hand and pulling me away from a dazzling bright light. " But, Jake… What is that?" I asked, my voice hitching with nervousness. I strained to get a closer look at it. "C'mon, Bells! We need to leave here, now!" He commanded in a very panicked voice. I squinted my eyes and saw that the light was moving towards us. Then the light began to morph, slowly, into a face. Jacob pulled with more force.

Edward. The face was Edward's. " Bella," He called to me, his voice like velvet. "Edward…?" I squeaked. What I was seeing could not be real. Then his face began to fade away, and the light was growing dim. Jacob was still pulling on my hand. "Edward! Come back! EDWARD!" I screamed as his face disappeared. His face had been replaced by James' awful sneer. "You can never escape me. I will always be watching you." He said forcefully. I screamed again as James turned into his real vampire self, not just a vapor as he had been before. He lunged for Jake.

I jolted awake, scared by my vivid dream. It took me a minute to remember that James was dead and I was safe from harm, and that Edward was indeed gone. I collapsed on the bed, sobbing quietly because Edward had left me. I missed the Cullen's. I missed Alice, Emmett, Jasper, Carlisle, Esme, and most of all… Edward. Even seeing Rosalie would have been a blessing. I wanted them back. I remembered times that I had spent with them, only tearing a bigger hole in my heart that had almost been healed.

I had been a hot mess when Sam Uley found me, curled in a ball in the woods. Shaking and trembling and calling for Edward, I had been completely out of it that night. Nightmares began to plague me, all having to do with Edward. Some were scary, others aggravating, and some just about ripped my heart out. Then, Jacob had come along. The nightmares began to lessen, and get less emotional as I spent more time with Jacob and my other friends. We spent more hours than I could count on the beaches of La Push; or in the garage, working on various car and motorcycle projects; even just hanging around with his friends. I was starting to become happy again. Then, my nightmares came back about a week ago. I withdrew from Jacob and my friends. It was all I could muster to act normal to my father. Jacob got worried about me and started calling frequently. Every time he called I let the machine take his message. I didn't want to talk to anyone but… Edward.

My sobs continued for about an hour. Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was three in the morning. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I just stared at the ceiling, watching for the first signs of morning. I began to drift off…

CRUNCH, CRUNCH, THUD, THUD, THUD. What the hell? It sounded like someone, or something was walking in the woods outside. It had to be heavy, like a bear, because I was sure that a squirrel couldn't make THAT much noise. I walked over to my window and scanned my backyard for any signs of movement. None. I turned around and began to walk back to my bed, confused and curious about what was making all the noise. SNAP. I twig snapped, and it sounded a LOT closer to the house than it had been before. Panicked, I whirled around, facing my window again, and grabbed an autographed baseball bat Charlie gave me for my eighth birthday. I approached the window again, slowly, taking care not to trip over anything or make too much noise. I looked out the glass. Nothing again. Almost like nothing was ever there. Nothing was out of place or missing, and the huge pile of leaves that Charlie had raked up looked the same way it did before.

"Ok Bella, you are officially a loony. Go back to bed," I muttered to myself. Hey, I KNOW I'm not the only one out there who talks to themselves! Shaking my head at myself, I crawled into bed and went to sleep.

When I woke up, again, the clock read nine thirty. I felt a million times better than I had for the past… how long was it? More than a week, probably. It was a Monday on spring break. I went back to school on Tuesday. Oh. Well, I guess I hadn't left it to the last minute to do. Ha! I thought I had school today. I had forgotten that I had one day left of spring break, and finished my essay completely yesterday. I rolled out of bed and a thought occurred to me. I hadn't called Jake in over a week. He's probably all worried. I picked up a cordless phone and dialed his number.

Jacob POV

I was freaking out. Bella hadn't talked to me in over a week. Had I done something wrong? Did I upset her? Did she hate me? I was really confused and hoped that Bella wasn't obsessing over that blood sucker again. 'Maybe she's just having a bad week. Give her time, Jake, she'll come around.' I tried to convince myself. I hoped she was okay. Maybe she got grounded. There were about a million plausible reasons why she hadn't called me back. I took a moment and analyzed what I had just thought. 'Jake, you are turning into a lovesick teenager. She may not even love you back. Get a grip, Jake!' I mentally scolded myself for acting so obsessive. I needed to find something to do, and fast before I started imagining Bella in ways a friend shouldn't be imagining their friend.

I walked out to the garage and started to fiddle with the two motorcycles Bella had brought with her one day. She had wanted me to fix them up for us to ride later. I had been confused; calm, sane, cautious Bella would never had approved of something like that. I think she had gotten better about the leech and didn't miss him as much as she did before. My heart ached when she cried over him, but I wasn't sad that the jerk was gone. I was sad because Bella was sad. We had a strange bond; Bella and I. Whenever Bella was sad, so was I, and vice versa. When she was happy, I was happy with her. And when she got really ticked off, so did I. But just because we were feeling the same emotions, we weren't feeling them for the same reasons.

As I tightened a bolt on one of the motorcycles, I wondered what she was doing, how she was feeling, and if she was thinking of me. I heard a song on the radio that were along the same lines that I was thinking at the moment that went something like this:

I will keep calling you to see

If you're sleeping are you dreaming?

If you're dreaming are you dreaming of me?…

I liked the song, but the next line said, " I can't believe you actually picked me." and then I didn't like it as much anymore. I mean, Bella hadn't chosen me. Yet. 'She'll come around, I know she will. Bella's a bright girl and she'll figure it out sooner or later that I'm in love with her. It's all a matter of time. Right now, and until she figures it out, all I can be is a friend to her, and that'll have to be good enough.' I thought.

Just then, I heard the phone ringing across the garage. I sighed and got up. It was like trying to navigate through a maze as I stepped over various car parts, tools, empty soda cans, and stools, and by the time I got to the phone (hooray!) it was on the third ring. I picked up.

" Hello?" I said.

" Hey, Jake." said a very familiar voice. My heart leapt. " BELLA!" I shouted, too excited to lower my voice. " What happened? Are you okay?" I asked, panic flooding my voice.

" Yeah, Jake, everything's fine now." She said, with a little bit of sadness in her voice.

" You sure? You never answered my calls," I questioned, in a way that reminded me of how my mother used to talk to me. " Oh, yeah. I was… having a bad week." Bella said uncertainly. She continued " I'm sorry about ignoring you. I just wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone… I feel bad about it." She said, her voice falling just the tiniest bit. " It's okay, Bells, everyone has those. I understand." I said, hoping to lift her mood. "You want to hang out?" She asked tentatively.

" Yeah! I'm in the garage right now if you want to come over… or we could go to the beach if you don't want to sit around and watch me work for three hours straight." I joked with her. She laughed. I felt a small swell of pride in hearing her laugh, knowing that I was the cause of it.

" Oh, no. The garage is fine. I don't want to make you drop everything just to see me." She said, a bit of her laughter still in her voice. " All right." I replied, grinning.

" I'll see you in… umm… about forty-five minutes?" She said.

" Okay. Goodbye, beautiful." I said in a joking tone, even though I really did think she was beautiful.

She giggled again. " Bye, Jake." I listened until she hung up.

I was excited to see Bella again, but the forty- five minutes couldn't go by fast enough. Oh, give me a break. I hadn't seen her or heard from her in over a week. I tried to focus on my work and not on Bells, but my mind kept drifting back to her, and I kept hearing her tinkling laughter echoing around in my ears. Fed up with the voices in my head, I stood up from my crouched over position and lumbered over to the mini, beat up fridge to get a soda. As soon as I pulled out the can, it slipped out of my hand and crashed on the ground. Stupidly, I picked up the can and opened it. I jumped in surprise as it sprayed in my face. I cried out in frustration. I wiped off the soda on my face and grimaced as I looked down at my shirt. It was soaked through with the liquid. I pulled the shirt over my head and growled as I walked back to the house in search of a new shirt.

On my way to my bedroom, I passed the kitchen, where my dad was. He was obviously amused at my… sticky appearance. " Jake? What'd you do to yourself, boy? Soda is for drinking, not taking baths with." He trying - and failing - to conceal his laughter. " Yeah. Thanks for the tip, Dad." I said coldly to him. Oblivious to my icy tone, he kept on chuckling to himself, loud enough that I could hear him all the way to the bathroom, where I washed off my face from where the soda had squirted me. I threw on a shirt, and then went back out to the garage. I avoided the fridge and got back to work.

After a few minutes of trying to fix one of the engines on the motorcycles, I heard the distinguishable roaring of Bella's truck. I grinned to myself.

Ok, I had to stop here to leave you all wondering how their day would go. So, again, this chapter was a little slow, but not as slow as last chapter. So, please, review, review, REVIEW! Oh, and tell me about any suggestions you have as to where the story should go, and what you think would be cool to see happen in the story. I might just like your ideas enough to put them in!