I hadn't intended on uploading another chapter this quick, but figured I'd go ahead. This one is rather short, but I hope you enjoy it. There's definitely much more to come. Oh, and just a reminder: My name isn't Stephanie Meyer, I don't own the Twilight series in any way, shape, form, or fashion. These are her characters, and not mine; however, if they were, I'd be too busy with my own Jacob Black and not writing fanfic. Okay?

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BPOV

Two days had passed since the incident between Jacob and I. Sadly, I hadn't heard from him since. I wasn't necessarily surprised by that fact, however. Obviously, we had both been overcome with some strange emotions and acted on some really inane impulses. That's all it was.

Now I just need to convince myself of that…

I thought about him non-stop, which was strange since I'd never been the type to obsess over a man. It took so much effort for me not to just call Billy to ask a random question so that I could casually inquire about how Jacob was doing. It had been a long forty-eight hours for me, but I knew that I needed to rid myself of all of the thoughts, fantasies, and feelings I was having concerning Jacob Black.

On the third day, I spent the majority of the morning and afternoon on the Internet looking at apartments and rental homes in the area, until sometime during mid-afternoon, the phone rang, which forced me to take a break. I reluctantly shuffled to the kitchen to pick it up.

"Hi. Swan's residence. This is Bella."

'What's up, Bella? Err…this is Quil. You know, Quil Ataera from La Push…Jacob's friend. Remember me?'

"Of course, I remember you, Quil! How are you?" The question should've been more like what in the world are you calling here for…?

'I'm awesome.' He paused for a few uncomfortable seconds.

"That's good to hear, Quil…" I paused, unsure what to say and where the conversation was headed.

'Look, Bella – I'm gonna cut to the chase. I know someone that needs to talk to you like…right now. Can come into town to the garage?'

For a moment I felt sort of lost as to who this someone was or what garage until a light bulb went off in my head. Charlie had mentioned something about Jacob owning a car repair shop. Hmm… My heart began to thump in my chest at the mere thought him.

"Umm…" was all I could muster up.

'Come down here after six. He'll be waiting for you.'

There was a sense of urgency in Quil's voice.

Before he hung up, Quil gave me the address to the garage. I glanced at the time and it was a little after three. That meant I had three whole hours to decide whether or not I'd make a move to meet Jacob. I couldn't even concentrate on my housing search. My mind was clouded with thoughts of the phone call.

As I weighed my options, I questioned why Jacob didn't call me, himself.

I wondered why in the world he wanted me to meet him and what did he want to talk about. I genuinely didn't know what I wanted to do. Part of me insisted that I needed to act like the call never happened and just avoid Jacob altogether. The other part of me wanted so badly to respond to his request without question.

I should've just asked to speak with Jacob when Quil called.

I was a ball of nervous energy by five o'clock. Around five-thirty, I found myself messing with my hair and trying to brush it into submission. Extra grooming wasn't really my nature, and feelings of apprehensive anticipation covered me like a wet blanket.

A few minutes after six, I was parked outside of the garage, and everything appeared to be closed for the day.

This was my last chance to flee.

JPOV

The moment I saw Bella outside, I had to force myself not to run over, grab her, and swing her around in the tightest hug ever. Her naturally heavenly scent was laced with some type of exotic fruit smell. I usually never paid attention to small details but I couldn't help but to notice so many random little things about her as she walked toward the garage.

Her hair blew in the wind with strands of reddish brown highlights shining in the sunlight. I opened the door for her and welcomed her inside. It wasn't much, but I was damn proud of it. I shoved my hands in my pockets in order to force myself not to embrace her.

Definitely don't wanna scare her off.

"Hi, Jake," she said, her voice spiked with nervous energy.

"I'm glad you came."

I smiled in an attempt to ease her nerves.

We stood in the main area kind of awkwardly. Bella didn't make an effort to make much eye contact with me, and she stood further away than I expected. The tension between us was thicker than day old oatmeal.

"Hey, wanna hear a joke?" I grinned.

"Uhh…yeah. Sure."

She raised her eyebrow at me, questioningly.

"What do you call a deer with no eyes?"

She looked at me uneasily and thought about it for a few seconds.

"Umm… I don't know, tell me."

"I have no EYE deer!"

She giggled lightly.

"What do you call a deer with no eyes and no legs?"

She looked at me, expectantly waiting for the answer.

"I still have no EYE deer!" I joked.

The tension that had been radiating off her body seemed to wane. I invited her into my little office in the rear of the shop where she took a seat on the couch and I sat opposite of her on the edge of my desk.

I tried my best not to lose my nerve. "I know you're wondering why I had Quil call you here."

Bella looked up at me with an unreadable expression. I waited for her to say something, but words never came.

"Maybe, I should start at the beginning…"