I stared at him dumbly. "A what?"

Jacob sighed. "A fairy. Your smell is sweet but not too sweet, and it's relaxing. Are you ok?"

I was cracking up. "Jake, there's seriously no way I could be a fairy. Have you seen how clumsy I am? Come on, Jake, be serious." Jacob stared at me.

"Bells, I'm not kidding. Try to take this seriously, please."

I frowned. If Jacob was serious and I actually was a fairy, then what was to happen next? "Ok, Jake, I believe you. But what happens now?"

Jacob shook his head. "I don't know. I don't think anything completely drastic should happen, really, except for a few things." He looked at me to make sure I was acting serious. "Billy and I did a lot of research the past couple of weeks and we found several things. You see, you haven't fully matured yet, so-"

I cut him off, "Haven't matured? What do you mean?"

"I mean, you're not a full-fledged fairy yet. You need to grow your wings, learn your magic, and eventually you'll…well, find a mate." He cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. I sighed. Why must my life be more complicated? "Lastly, we don't know how many of your kind are out there, or what the hierarchy of the fairy species is, so we don't even know where you stand. But I do know that fairies are simply beings that look like humans, but harness magical powers. Those powers can range from creating things in nature to controlling nature itself. I mean, the range is huge! And as far as I know, it's not limited. But you do have a weakness… Cold iron. Don't ask me why, but iron is like poison to fairies."

I scoffed. "Jake, I've touched plenty of things that are made of iron. Why haven't they hurt me?"

He smiled. "Because you're not a full-fledged fairy yet, like I said." He continued, "Also, fairies can shape-shift! You can turn into anything you want. It's used as an escape, a defense, and an offense. And once you're a full-fledged fairy, your eyes are supposed to turn a brilliant emerald green. Isn't this awesome?"

I nodded but my eyes were full of doubt. It all sounded amazing. I wanted so badly to be different; to be beautiful, elegant, and sweet. But how could this all be true? And would I stop being myself? There were so many questions running through my mind. Jake caught on to that. "Bella," he said softly, taking me into his arms, "Everything is going to be okay. You're perfectly safe. Everything will be explained as your body goes through changes. You just need to find something to trigger those changes, and you'll be on your way." I could feel his warm breath on the back of my neck. It sent chills down my spine. My hands rested on his hands, and I closed my eyes, taking in his scent. I was falling for him. I needed to forget about Edward. He left me, for whatever reason, and that was enough. I needed to let go and move on. Plus, what was wrong with falling for Jacob? He was perfect in every single way, and he was always there for me. I snapped back into reality. It was so easy to get lost in his embrace. Just then, his lips brushed against my neck, and he planted them by my jaw. I shuddered with pleasure and turned to look into his eyes. "Jake…" I whispered. His beautiful brown eyes gazed into mine, and I felt warm for once. I felt complete. The hole in my chest was closing.

Our moment didn't last long. Billy wheeled around the corner and cleared his throat, waiting for us to both look at him. Our heads snapped up and my face flushed a deep red.

"Your dad is looking for you," Billy said.

I nodded and he went back into the house. Charlie knew I was here. Why would he be looking for me? I got to my feet and pivoted around to meet Jacob's gaze. Embarrassed, I looked at the ground and said, "So, uh… I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Sure thing, Bells. See you later." He beamed.

Until next time. I thought. As I turned around, a huge smile came across my face. I drove home happy for the first time in a long time.