Bella's POV
When I woke up from yet another nightmare consisting of 'he-who-shall-not-be-named' leaving me alone in the woods, the sun was shining through my window already. I assumed it was a little later than I had planned to wake up, but it also meant that Charlie will have left. He likes to fish early. That meant Billy was gone, too.
I quickly pulled on a pair of skinny jeans because it was still cold outside but it made sure to wear the sexy lacy purple bra Jacob hadn't seen yet. I wore a see-through, patterned black vest, making the bra clearly visible and oddly bright in contrasts. I didn't bother with finding my favorite spiked heels. I just pulled on my old rain-boots and made my way to the truck.
I checked the time on my phone as I drove down to the reservation. It was only a little past ten, Jacob would be waiting. But when I got to the familiar wooden house, he wasn't in the garage. I looped back around to the front door and checked it. It was open so I walked in.
"Jake!" I called softly. "Are you here?"
When I heard no response, I thought he might have been called by Sam for an emergency chase or play-date or something. But then I heard a loud snore that could only have come from Jacob. I stomped to his tiny bedroom and found him sprawled out on his bed. Though he was lying diagonally and his bed was small, his feet still dangled off the end. He wore no shirt but there were no goose-bumps on his perfectly bronze flesh from the cold. I caught myself smiling for no reason and quickly cleared my throat. This only drew a deeper snore from him. I marveled at this; it was like he was communicating through sounds.
He must have been out really late last night with the pack. I briefly considered going back home and leaving him to rest. I was halfway out the door when I heard a cough broken off my some stuttering. I turned around and watched as he woke up slowly, stretching and yawning and sitting up in bed.
"Morning, Bells. You're early." His voice was thick with sleep.
"No, I'm late. It's past ten." I furrowed my brow with concern. "Jacob, why don't you go on back to sleep? I'll go home. We can do this another time."
"No! No!" he said, jumping out of bed and standing up straight, stretching up. His hands could just about reach the ceiling. "I'm up now. Don't worry about it."
"How late were you out last night?"
"Late enough to still be half asleep," he said with a yawn. "But early enough that I'm not willing to let you go home." He smiled brightly.
I turned my flirt on. Though it was first thing in the morning, Jacob never disappointed when it came to performance. "Well, I'm glad you're awake." I walked forward and placed both my icy hands on his muscular chest, liking the heat. "I love how warm you always are."
"It's a wolf thing," he said boastingly. He pulled back a bit to properly examine my outfit. "Nice. You do realize the whole of Forks can see your underwear, though, right?"
I nod. "Let them look. If you've got it, flaunt it."
"And you've sure got it," he laughed.
I sensed the laugh had less to do with my seduction than I would have liked, so I made a show of unbuttoning my blouse really slowly.
"You like my new bra?" I ask silkily. "I got it for you. Think of it as an early birthday present."
"Happy birthday to me," he muttered in a low growl and I knew I had him. "Now, does the other part of your underwear match?"
I snorted sexily. "You think I'm wearing another piece of underwear?"
There was an earsplitting roar from deep within his chest and I laid on my back on his bed, slipping out of the jeans.
He was on me in no time, so I just laid back and let him have me. I always just let them have me.
Alice's POV
I walk into the living room where everyone is standing and chatting amongst themselves. Only Edward sat in the corner of the roo with his head in his hands.
"Alright," I say. "That was the last of the boxes. We are officially moved in . . . again."
Most of my family was happy that Edward had wanted to come back to Forks and be with Bella. I was shocked at how long it took for him to figure it out though.
While they continued making schooling arrangements for Monday, I walked up to Edward.
"Are you okay?" I ask gently.
He nods. "Fine. I'm just anxious."
"Why are you anxious?"
"What if she's not interested in me anymore?"
I snicker at how much he actually sounds like a love-stricken teenager. "I don't know. You tell me."
"Well, that would be quite fair. That is what I intended. I want her to be happy . . ."
"But?" I hedged.
"But I want to be happy, too. I want her to be happy with me," he confessed, standing up. "I'm not even sure how I'm going to justify my actions to her. She hasn't been around long enough to truly understand my reasoning, to really appreciate my intentions. I'm afraid she won't understand. She'll pretend to understand but even if she does take me back, I'll always know her doubt of me. She will always remain guarded. Alice, I fear I may have ruined my relationship by acting so hastily."
"Edward!" I chided. "You will drive yourself crazy thinking about all the things that could go wrong! You have the whole weekend to figure out what you're going to say. She'll understand."
He sighs. "I suppose you're right." He gazes out at the woods and mountains wistfully. "How much do you think she's changed?"
Enough that I'm no longer attuned to her and have been unable to see her at all. I didn't say this, but I knew he heard it because of the limp grimace that touched his face.
"I'm sure she's the same. It's just that we've been gone for so long . . . the distance doesn't do me any good with my gift, you know." I say this in an attempt to soothe him, but I know he's not fooled. He nodded in agreement though.
"I would be a fool if I had expected to come back and find her as the same person," he noted. "But how much can a human change in a matter of months, anyway?"
He was saying this to comfort himself, but I didn't argue. I wanted to believe it as much as he did.
Bella's POV
I played with Jacob's hair as he slept. His snoring was gentle and soft and the sun was hitting the contours of his muscles at such an angle that he almost looked godlike.
It was late afternoon by now and I wanted to make dinner for Charlie to make it up to him for being such a brat last night. I decided it wasn't his fault that this was who I am now. Not his fault, but sure as hell someone's fault. I pulled myself out of bed and started searching for my clothes. I pulled on my jeans and sneakers but for the life of me, I couldn't find my bra. I couldn't very well walk out of the house wearing a transparent shirt with no underwear. I was extreme, but I wasn't psycho.
If I was going to be leaving bras behind every time I get with a boy, I would be out of clothes by next month. Sighing, I pulled on a large black shirt from Jake's dresser drawer. It fell to my knees and though bit was meant to be a T-shirt, the sleeves covered my entire arms but it would have to do. I scribbled out a note for Jacob letting him know I hijacked his shirt and that if he found my bra, he needs to keep it safe for me. I left it on the pillow I was lying on and tip-toed out of the room and out of the house.
I hate the weekends. Especially when there was no homework to occupy my mind with. And because I didn't go to school today, I couldn't make plans with any of the guys for a hook-up. If it weren't for the bottle of vodka I had stashed in my night-stand I might have considered killing myself.
I planned what I was going to make for Charlie on the way home. By the time I got out of the car and walked to the front door I had decoded on spaghetti and meatballs. Just as I was about to close the door behind me, I thought I saw something between the tress of the woods. I squinted but couldn't recognize the figure. I blinked once, and what I thought was there suddenly vanished.
I shook my head as I shut the door. Maybe I was going crazy after all. But I could swear that it looked just like a person, only with skin so white, it was glowing. But no, that wasn't possible.
Sighing, I started boiling the water. This was going to be a long weekend.