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This morning, after waking up multiple times last night, I lay in my bed as the questions drilled into my head. I forced myself to try to sleep through the whole day yesterday, just so I didn't have to think. I can't let the questions keep suffocating me, otherwise I might go crazy. After a long, cold shower, I headed downstairs to find Uncle Emmett and Uncle Jasper watching a basketball game on the flat screen in the living room.

All of my stress seemed to slip away, as I sat on the empty couch staring blankly at the TV. I glanced at Uncle Jasper, and he just winked. I've got to remember to thank him for that, because that was the only time today I hadn't been worrying.

It's already eight o'clock at night, and Jacob hasn't show up here at all today. Usually he will visit multiple times, or even stay the whole day. Instead of spending the day with him, I'm vacuuming the floor of my bedroom for the fifth time, hoping that the noise will block out my thoughts.

I sigh heavily, as I place the vacuum into the cleaning supplies closet, after it didn't work to keep the confusing thoughts out of my head. I walk downstairs to find all of my family sitting down in the living room, discussing something quietly. They all turn to me, smiling, hoping that they will get a smile out me as well. I can tell that they know something is up, because I haven't been out of my room like at all today, and that isn't like me. Instead of smiling I just nod my head, and continue through the many rooms of the house. I find the book room, which is located next to the front door, and I sit down on the tan loveseat that is sitting across from a long couch.

"Maybe if I find a book, it will distract me," I mumble out loud to myself, as I take out a small book out of the large shelves filled with almost every book each Cullen has ever read. It's crazy how big this room is.

I look up from the book, after I get distracted during the first chapter. How come I am stressing so much about this? It might have been nothing last night. I could have made it up with my imagination.

"Hey Renesmee," Jacob's voice sounds tighter than normal, as he walks into the room. He almost never calls me Renesmee, only when something is wrong.

Maybe it wasn't just my imagination.

"Uhm, hello Jacob," I say trying not to look up from the book.

He sits down in the couch that is across from mine. Usually he would just sit next to me, but this isn't that Jacob. This is a Jacob that is guarded.

"I was let in by Edward," He tells me as he looks around the room, "So have you been in here all day?"

He is trying to make small talk. He never would have done that! He would have talked to me, and not just to kill time. What is going on with him? "No, I've been cleaning a little bit. What have you been doing?"

"I worked on my Jeep, and I phased and ran a while." He tells me, and then there is an awkward silence that fills this room. If it had been yesterday morning, the silence wouldn't feel awkward. What has happened to us?

I nod, and close my book. If he wasn't going to try, I have to right? "Did you need help on your Jeep?"

"Not right now, thanks though." He says, and then he looks down at his hands. "I'm going to go visit La Push in a few days."

I could see his eyes look up quickly to see my reaction, but I just smile brightly. "That would be great, Jake. We, I mean you, haven't been back since New Year's last year! It will be nice for you to see Billy and the pack again." Every time that he visits La Push, he always invites me, but he only said 'I'm' in his sentence. "How long will you be gone?"

"I don't know yet," He says, only looking up at me when he is done talking.

I just nod, and then I run my hand through my locks of curls. "It should be a good time for you to go."

Jake just looks up at me, and nods. I don't think that he has smiled once. He just watches me for a while, and I go back to reading the book. I just stare at the pages of the book, hoping that the words will distract me. His eyes don't leave me, and I wonder if he thinks that I am some sort of freak now.

A knock on the door causes me to look up, and my dad is now standing in the room, "Renesmee, you need to go to bed, since you didn't get any sleep last night."

"Okay," I tell him as I leave the book down on the couch. I can tell that that isn't the reason, but he heard how I felt like Jake didn't want me, so Dad thought he would come save me. Before leaving the room, I turn around to Jake looking at my dad. "Night, Jake." Even though I feel like he is judging me, I don't want to leave him.

"Good night, Renesmee." He tells me, not taking his eyes off of my dad.

My dad places his hand on my back as he leads me out of the room. He turns his head around quickly, "You can go home, Jake. Get some sleep."

I wait until I'm in my room with Dad before I speak. "He doesn't like me anymore." I say as I struggle to fight back the tears. "That one moment last morning completely ruined our friendship."

Before he can say anything, Mom walks into the room, and places her hands on Dad's back, "Let me talk to her." He doesn't argue, he just kisses her on the forehead, and then leaves the room. "What's wrong, baby?"

"Jacob thinks that I'm some sort of freak." I tell her, looking down at my hands ashamed. "I ruined our friendship."

She shushes me, and she grabs my hands between her cold fingers. "I know him, Renesmee, and he does not think you are freak. It is not your fault that this awkward tension is between you and him."

"I don't even know why I felt that with him!" I say softly, as I search her golden eyes for answers. She has always has given me the best advice, but she is looking at me like she doesn't know what to say. Like it isn't her place to tell me. "I see him as my best friend, but he doesn't even want to talk to me."

She pulls me into a hug, and rubs her hand on my back. "He wants to talk to, Nessie. Maybe he feels like you don't want to talk to him now. He is still going to be your best friend, and he will always be."

"I have to talk to him, don't I?" I ask her as I pull back from her, and I look her in the eyes.

"If that is what your heart is telling you," She says pointing a finger to where my heart is, "Then yes."

I sigh, realizing that I have to talk to him, and if I don't things might become worse. "Thanks, Mom. I think I'm going to head down to his cabin."

"I'll be here, with everyone else, when you come back. We love you so much." She kisses me on the forehead quickly, and then pulls me off of my bed. "Just remember how good of friends you are with him."

It's only been about 24 hours since the last time I was really with Jacob, and I already missed him. I need my best friend. "Okay, thanks. I love you."

After I tell Dad where I am going, I slowly make my way to his cabin. Each step I take, my breath becomes shortened, as I can feel the nerves become worse. What if he doesn't want to talk to me anymore? Maybe he realized there is nothing here in New Hampshire for him, and he is going back to live in La Push forever. That means I'll have to live an eternity without him. I can't even go a day without him, how am I supposed to live like that forever?

"Renesmee?" A familiar deep voice asks about one hundred feet away, and I already know who it is before I jerk my head up. Jacob is standing between a few trees, with his usual outfit on: old, ripped jean shorts and nothing else.

I become frozen where I am, as he keeps walking closer to me. I clear my throat, "Oh hey Jake, I was just going to meet you in your house. What are you doing out here?"

"I never went home after I left your house. I've been out here debating whether I was going to go visit you or not," He tells me, as he puts his hands in his front pockets.

For some reason it's almost impossible to lie to each other. He was going to come see me. "Jake I have some things to tell you."

"No," He says as he gets a few feet away from me, "Let me go first." I shut my mouth, as I wait for him to continue. "I hate not talking to you. I don't know what happened last night, but it's not a reason for us to completely stop talking to each other." I sigh thankfully as I realize that I am closer to having my best friend back. "What's wrong, Ness?" He asks me, as he places his hands on my shoulders.

I just wrap my hands around his waist, "I've missed you," I whisper into his chest.

"I've missed you, too," He tells me as he wraps his arms around me. "Not talking to you was killing me."

His warmth surrounds me, as I realize I don't want to leave his comforting arms. "Why weren't you talking to me?"

"I don't know, Nessie," He tells me, and I can hear his heart start beating faster in his chest. He takes in a deep breath, and then slowly lets it out. "I guess I got scared. I don't know of what, but all I know is that I still want to be your best friend."

I pull back from his chest, still keeping my arms wrapped around his waist. "I don't want you to stop being my best friend. Can we just forget about whatever happened yesterday morning?"

"Sure," He says with a smile, and then kisses the top of my head. "I'm still going to go to La Push. I have a plane ticket for tomorrow."

Suddenly, my breath becomes stuck in my throat. He is still leaving me. I can't let it show that I don't want him to go, though, or he won't leave. I know that he wants to go see his family and friends, but he won't want to see me in any pain. "How long are you going?"

"Two weeks," He whispers, as he pulls me into a tighter hug. "I'll be there for the fourth of July, and then I'll come back the eleventh."

He'll be gone from the twenty-seventh in June all the way up to July eleventh. That is the longest time I've ever spent away from him. I don't know if I'll be able to handle it, but I have to tell him its okay. "Tell everyone I say hi."

"I will," He says sadly, and then kisses me on the head once again. "I'll call every day, I promise. I'll be back before you know it. I doubt you'll even miss me."

It will be like half of me is missing, and he knows that. "I can't wait until you come back."

"I'll see you in two weeks," He says as he looks me into the eyes, and stares at me for a few minutes. I can see the pain in his eyes, and I know that he doesn't want to leave me either. But he has to. "I love you."

I bring a small smile to my lips, but it doesn't reach my eyes. "I love you, Jake."

He releases me from his grip, and then backs up slowly. With one last look, he smiles to me, and then turns around, walking away from me.