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I woke up with a start, my ringlets sticking out at all kinds of angles.
"Bella, you 'right?" Came Seth's voice. I steadied myself with my hand as I felt my head spin from getting up a bit too quickly.
"Seth?" I said, forcing my eyes open and looking around.
"Hi!" He said with a grin when I found him sitting on my windowsill.
"Seth!" I cried. "What the hell are you doing?"
He looked around nonchalantly. "Waking you up, I guess. You do know it's already nine in the morning."
I groaned and let my head fall back into my pillow, throwing my arm across my eyes to block out the light. I had got used to sleep-ins with my work schedule back in Australia, classes started at twelve.
"Get down from my windowsill before you hurt yourself." I grumbled at him.
Seth snorted. "Not likely." But nevertheless, I heard his bare feet drop onto the floorboards and the mattress near my feet sag.
"Get off, fatty." I said, kicking him in the side; it felt like kicking a boulder. "Ouch," I muttered.
Seth laughed. "I would have thought you'd know better by now than to use physical force against a werewolf."
"Let's not bring up the past." I mumbled, still groggy with sleep. Seth seemed to straighten and I realised the implications of what I had just said. "I mean, when I did stupid things, like, punch-"
"Bella, it's okay." He interrupted, giving me a reassuring look. It made him look much more mature.
"Why the wake-up call anyway?" I asked.
"Well, I was bored mostly..." He said, I rolled my eyes at him. "Hey! Let me finish. I was bored, and thought you might be too, so I was wondering if you wanted to come into Port Angeles for the day?"
I thought about this. He was right, I wasn't doing anything to do, and I would probably just sit around thinking about Jacob, seeing as I didn't really feel like seeing many people. I had just spent the past two days visiting various people. The first person I would want to spend time with, after Jacob, was Seth.
"Okay." I said, smiling. "But I'm going to need to get ready." I gestured to my messy hair and singlet and pajama pants ensemble.
"Alright, I'll pick you up in an hour?" He said.
"Sure." I answered. Seth smiled before jumping out the window so quickly I almost missed him, it scared the life out of me.
"Bloody werewolves." I muttered under my breath.
"I heard that!" Came a yell from below my window.

I got up and headed to the shower. The water was warm and soothing, like tiny needles prickling at my skin. It felt nice. After washing, I just stood under the shower head, letting the water run down my face and all over my body. It had been exactly three days since I had seen Jacob, but it felt like an eternity. It was somewhat sad that I spent all my spare time thinking of him, but it was inevitable. I was starting to seriously worry, but I always thought of Bree's words: "you broke his heart," she had pointed out. It was true, I had, and if I was him, I wouldn't want to see me either. I kept my hopes high though, perhaps giving him time was the best thing I could do. I wasn't about to force myself upon him, I could never do that. As much as my heart wanted it, he could never be mine. All I could wish for was the friendship we had once shared; the best friendship I had ever had.

***

I dressed casually in a pair of jeans, a black tight fitting t-shirt and flat-heeled leather boots, grabbing a gray cardigan in case the weather turned cold. Or should I say colder. I heard a horn from the front of my driveway and rushed outside to Seth's truck. It was dark blue, and similar to my old truck, which I missed dearly.
"Hey," He said when I climbed into the passenger seat next to him, pulling on my seat belt.
"Hi," I answered and looked up at him. He had his arm across the back of my seat as he turned to back out of the drive. His head was turned to look behind him and the muscles in his neck were tensed, it made me wonder what the rest looked like under his white shirt. Stop it Bella. I thought to myself. Seth is a very good friend.
But then again, I was only a human twenty-four year old and he was a hot twenty-one year old. I was slightly relieved to see carefree, fun Bella was still under there somewhere, returning to Forks had seemed to silence her.
"See something you like?" Seth said, breaking into my thoughts; I scorned myself for forgetting to look away.
"You wish, Clearwater." I grinned.
"Sure I do," He said with sarcasm. I stuck my tongue out at him and he reached up with a his hand to tap my chin so my face turned forward again.
"Hey, don't touch what you can't afford, boy." I said. Seth let out a low chuckle.
"Let me concentrate on driving, crazy woman." He said, squinting his eyes and putting his head up against the glass of the front window; he looked like an old man. I laughed a little too loudly and hit his shoulder. I decided that I probably should let him drive, before we ran off the road.

We reached Port Angeles quickly. The flow of chatter never stopped when I was with Seth, and I liked that.
"Okay, so I was thinking food first..." Started Seth, and I laughed.
"Of course you would want food straight-away."
"Hey, I'm a growing boy." He said, pointing to himself. I just raised my eyebrows.
"Sure Seth, sure. I'm up for food anyway." I said, remembering I had forgotten to eat breakfast.

We ended up at a small Chinese place, ordering sweet chilli chicken, rice and spring rolls; Seth inhaled enough to feed a small country.
"So, how's Leah then?" I asked Seth when he was finishing off a lemonade. I had to admit, I was curious as to what she had got up to lately. Seth put the glass back on the table after draining it completely.
"Well," He said, a thoughtful look on his face. "She finally got over the fact that she was the first female werewolf, and that made life a little easier for all of us; seeing as though she was more positive. Sam and her resolved their differences, and she even visits him and Emily with us sometimes, we all still know she still has feelings for him, though not as prominent as before. Sam still does too, and that's a little weird, but his feelings are so overshadowed by the power of imprinting, that Leah knows there is no hope pursuing them. We all feel a bit sorry for her because of that, and that's the only thing she still gets pissed off over, but other than that, she's really good. She met this guy called Darren, they are on-again-off-again kind of thing, not official. But we all hear her thoughts..." Seth trailed off, blushing slightly under his dark complexion. "But I think she kind of likes us knowing about what her and Darren get up to, 'cos Sam hears them, and he gets slightly jealous, not that he can control that. She's never thought that in wolf-form though -that she likes Sam hearing-, so that's strictly from a brother's point of view." I smiled at the tone his voice had taken, it was slightly protective.
"Just the one guy then?" I asked. I was surprised Leah had only seen one person since I left, she was quite attractive when she wasn't scowling.
"What? Uh, yeah..." He seemed to stumble over his words. "Just the one, Darren." He finished with a smile. "What about you Bella?" He asked with a mildly curious tone, though his eyes told me he was burning to know.
I laughed. "I wondered when someone would bring this up."
"You don't have to tell me." He said solemnly.
"It's okay." I said, taking in a breath. "Well, of course there was Edward." I flinched mildly at his mention, but I was proud of myself for speaking of him. "But when I moved away, well, let's just say I wasn't really ready for anything... serious." Seth nodded, as if to say I understand. "As the years progressed, I found myself mildly attracted to some guys, but never really into them. They were gorgeous and kind, of course, but I just never felt anything more for them. Then there was Ben and Tyson, who were some of my best friends and business partners. Apart from Bree, they were the only ones who knew of my past, the human version, and were amazing, they never expected any more than friendship from me and played a huge part in me... getting better; and I am eternally grateful for that." I finished with a sigh. Seth reached under the table to grab my hand, his eyes swimming with sympathy. I was glad I had decided to leave out the benefits of my friendship with the boys back in Australia.
"Anyway." I said, feeling a little embarrassed of how honest I had been with Seth. "What about you, no imprint?" I asked as he released my hand. He lent back in his chair letting out a hearty laugh. "No, no imprint for me. I dated this girl called Sarah for a few months, then another girl called Bronte, oh and there was Hailey, but that was it." He said simply, I got the impression none of the relationships had been too serious.
"Just a bit of fun?" I asked.
Seth seemed to think about this for a moment. "Yeah, pretty much." He said with a shrug of his shoulders. "Hey, I'm young and free and that's fine with me." He grinned.
"And you can rhyme." I pointed out with a smile. I liked how Seth and I shared the same philosophy, except I think his was because he was a hot, single twenty-one year old who could get whoever he wanted and mine was because I was a party girl who, deep down, had a damaged heart.

After leaving the restaurant, Seth took me to this cute new ice-cream place on the Port. "My shout." He had said, handing me my favourite-- cookies 'n' cream. We dawdled along the wharf, looking out into the dark water. We talked about what Charlie had been up to, which was pretty much being with Sue. "I reckon they will get married soon." Seth had said. I couldn't imagine my father getting married, but I would be happy if he did, I used to wonder if he would ever get over my Mom. They hadn't had many vampire visits to Forks or La Push much, except for the odd nomad, whom was promptly torn to pieces. Seth seemed to watch my face eagerly when he told me this. "It's okay," I had told him, "I'm fine." I figured the best way for me to get over my past, was to confront it.

When the sun was beginning to set, we decided we should probably make our way back to Seth's truck. We had wondered in and out of shops, me purchasing a pair of shoes and choosing a shirt that would look hot on Seth.

"Want to come in for a drink?" I asked when he pulled into my drive.
"Yeah, why not." He said, unbuckling his belt. Charlie didn't seem to be home, and even if he was, I was sure he loved Seth.
"What would you like, water, soda, beer?" I asked as I inspected the contents of our fridge.
"A beer would be great." He answered, and I lobbed one across the table at him, confident he would catch it.
He did. I grabbed a UDL out for myself.
"A woman's drink." He muttered playfully.
"Funny that, I am." I said.
We sat outside in the cool air, relaxing.
"I had a great day today, Seth." I told him.
"Me too Bells." He answered. After quite a long pause, he said, "I'm really glad you're back."
"I am too. I've missed this place."
Seth hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but he couldn't.
"What, Seth?"
"Nothing."
"Tell me." I said sternly.
"Jacob will come around." He said. This took me by surprise, we hadn't spoken of Jacob today.
"Am I missing something?" I asked, eager to finally voice my concerns. "I arrive, he wraps his arms around me and everything seems okay, then he stalks off! Don't get me wrong Seth, I'm not blaming him for not wanting to see me. But then he comes back to the party, dances with me, and then takes off again! What am I supposed to think? Billy tells me he is "very glad" I'm back and "it hasn't been the same" without me, and it was as if he was trying to tell me something. Then Sam corners me and tells me, very deliberately, that "everything will be okay" with that all-knowing look he has! What the bloody hell is going on Seth? What have I missed that is so important?" I was practically yelling now. I felt bad for getting angry with Seth, who was looking guiltily at the floor.
"Seth!? What happened while I was gone?" I persisted. He looked up, his eyes almost begging for understanding.
He took a deep breath.

"Jacob imprinted."

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