A/N I have taken for granted how much time I had during the summer to write, schools here now, the challenge begins ;)
Dr. Cullen came home just as five o'clock rolled around. He came upstairs still wearing his jacket. "Here Bella, I have the volunteer paper work for you. You're going to have to get a police check but seeing as Charlies you father I don't think that'll be too much trouble for you."
"Thank you." I said taking the folder from him. I had calmed down a bit, sitting here with Edward just talking. Having dropped the topic of jelousy of course.
"How are you doing Bella?" Dr. Cullen asked. I looked over at Edward, like a little kid looking to their parent at the doctors office knowing they'll explain your condition better than you.
"Something odds happening," Edward began retelling our story at the café. When he finished Dr. Cullen asked me to hold out my hand, he examined my fingers closely. His face held the perfect facad, never once didhe break his pocker face so I had by no means to gauge how bad it was.
"This is unusall but not unheard of." he said letting my hand go.
"So what does that mean?" I asked while Edward seemed to have a perfectly good idea of what Dr. Cullen was talking about."
"I know this one man, you could call him an expert in this field. I think it would be a good idea to consult him. What do you think Bella?"
"Ugh…"
"He lives in seatile so you and Edward would most likely have to drive down there. He is an expert in his field, I think he might be able to help you."
"When would we go?" I asked. "What would I tell Charlie?"
"Didn't you say you would be in seatile for the dance?" Edward asked.
"Yea that would be a good cover." I said thinking, Charlie would probably let me go.
"But I don't know if my truc could make it." I recalling the state it was currently in.
"Don't worry I will drive." Edward said, he seemed to have already gotten to that conclusion.
"I will have to see with Charlie, what would I tell him?" I looked to Dr. Cullen who seemed to be deep in thought.
"We'll if you decide to volunteer at the hospital I could always just say I needed you to pick some things up for me and that I couldn't go because I was in surgary or something."
"Okay." I said thinking this over, it might just work. I only hopped it would get me back into my body.
I followed Dr. Cullen into my room where he gave me an update on my condition. I wasn't worsening, but I wasn't getting any better either. I left the Cullens house lost in my mind. What would it feel like to return to my body? Would it be painful?
I was walking down my street when I spotted my truck in the drive way, with a pair of legs sticking out from under it.
"Um hi?" I said. A muscular boy with a dark complection wearing on,y a wifebeater pulled himself out from under the car.
"Hi, Bella right?" he asked wipping his hands on a rag.
"Yea."
"My names Jacob, your dad asked me to come take a look at the truck. How did you manage to get into a crash already?" he laughed fiddling with a tool box next to him. I was kind of offended that he would assume my to be such a bad driver.
"The crash wasn't my fault." I said crossing my arms across my chest. I heard a car coming down the road and had the feeling that it was Charlie. And sure enough the cruiser comes and pulls up onto the grass beside the truck.
"Hey Bella, Jacob, how's it going?"
"Good, nothing can kill this thing, it'll be working fine soon?" with that he pulled himself under the car again.
"Do you remember Rachel and Rebecca?" charlies asked. To my surprise I did, Charlies and Billy would throw us together a lot during my visit. Keep us distracted while they fished.
"Yea."
"Well this is there youngest brother Jacob." Charlie looked like he expected a bigfer reaction from me.
"Are they still living here?" I asked. We were never really close as children. But it would be nice to see someone asides from Edward (not that I minded seeing Edward) and the kids at school. I felt like I didn't fit in the best with them.
"No." Jacob shook his head reapeaeing out from under the car. "Rachel got a scholarship to Washington State, and Rebecca married a Samoan surfer — she lives in Hawaii now."
"Married. Wow." I was stunned. The twins were only a little over a year older than I was.
"I'm going to get inside, you coming bella?" Charlie asked.
"Y-" I started to say but Jacob interrupted my.
"Would you mind running the engine for me Bella?" he asked handing me the keys.
"Sure," I handed Charlie my bag to take inside.
"Youre not heavey enough to break the jack Bella, just get in the car."
"Are you sure?" I asked for the millionth time worried I would kill Jacob if I were to sit down in the car.
"Yes I'm sure, don't make me get over there." He slid back underneath the car and I sat down gingerly.
"Okay, can you press the gas?" he called, I could barely near him over the sound of the engine.
"Okay, okay, you can stop now." He slid out when I didn't hear him the first time.
"Is it fixed?" I asked stepping out of the car.
"Yea, for the most part." He wiped at the sweat on his brow, the sun was setting and a cold breeze blew through the yard.
"Do you want to come in?" I asked.
"Sure, let me just clean up." I put the tools back in the garage while he took the car off the jack.
"I'll have to fix he dent another time, that's going to take a while. I don't even know if it can be fixed, might just have to replace it." He said as he pulled his shirt back on. It was a black tee.
"You guys hungry?" Charlie asked as we walked in. Jacob said he was, going over to wash his hands. The black dirt from the car swirled down the drain.
"I'm not that hungry I ate at Edwards." I lied. I had been doing that a lot. I didn't like it. I never use to lied...