Renee has been arguing for the past fifteen minutes with the ladies behind the airport counter. She was arguing for the fact that none of them could give her a seat with us on the first class area of the plane. They said that it was all full.

And to top it all off, she made them call the manager which is completely unnecessary.

It was unlike Renee to act like this. I know for a fact that she is a very calm woman even in the toughest of times. Times such as these.

I sighed and squeezed Jacob's hand. "I can't take much of the drama anymore."

"Why?" Jacob looked down at me. He was watching Renee argue with the manager.

"Why? Jacob, it's completely unnecessary for her to do that. When they say that there's no more room, there's no more room." I pointed out for him.

"I like seeing your Mom like that. She reminds me of you."

"I'm sorry? Am I that aggressive?" I feel like I've been hit by a crowbar. I couldn't imagine myself being like Renee right now.

"Let's just take a seat and enjoy the movie, shall we?" Jacob said, referring to the hot-tempered scene between Renee and the manager.

Jacob led me to a cushioned seat that appeared at most airlines. He sat on one and placed his bag at his feet. I copied his motions.

After a few minutes of watching the scene before us, a man in a black suit with a phone in one ear approached the manager. He was calmly talking to the manager while Renee looked annoyed for being cut off.

The manager nodded and then the man in black suit left. The manager said a few things to Renee then I could see a few smiles lighting her face. I could see that she has received some good news.

Renee was handed a white paper as the manager went behind the counter. When they were done transacting, she practically danced all the way to where we sat.

Jacob's eyes were closed and I could guess that he dozed off for a while. I don't blame him. It's been more than twenty minutes the most.

"Bella, I got a ticket!" She waved the white paper in front of me. "I get to sit a few blocks from you, though. See, whoever gave you that ticket was really rich or something. You and Jacob's seats are the kind of like the first-first class."

I would kill Alice when I get back.

"Ah," I clicked my tongue, trying to find the right words. "That's great. At least you get to sit near us. That has got to be better than coach, right?"

"I agree." She nodded. "Let's go. The plane is boarding."

I stood up and released my hand from Jacob's now soft grip. Clutching the bag on my left hand and leaning down so my face was leveled with his, I wiped away a few strands of long hair from Jacob's face then kissed his forehead.

"Jake?" I stroked his forehead soothingly. "Jake, it's time to go."

Jacob's mildly bloodshot eyes opened and his black eyes stared back at mine. He got up from his seat and grabbed his bag. Hand in hand, we walked towards gate fifty-four where our plane was.

"Had a nice dream?" I joked.

"I wasn't quite ready to wake up." He smiled. "I had a nice dream, although I would never trade reality for it."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I grabbed his hand and squeezed it. I felt him relax at my touch.

Jacob raised his eyebrows, his eyes far away but filled with a little humor. "I'll show you in a couple of months."

"Jake!" I hissed, suspicious of his dream. "What do you mean show me?"

He chuckled, his shoulders shaking. "Forget it. It's not likely to happen in a long time. And it's not what you're thinking."

"Jacob Black, you are going to tell me one day." I taunted. "I'm going to rip your arm off if you don't tell me."

"I'd like to see you try." He teased. "What, you got werewolf strength now?"

"Shut up." I said sarcastically.

The three of us handed over the tickets so that we could enter the first class section of the plane. When we got on it, I could immediately sense Heaven in here.

The first class was clad in dirty white and gray furniture. The plane seats were grouped in two. I could see from a distance that the two seats could be attached to form a sort of bed.

Renee started looking for her seat as we wandered down the aisle. I wanted to laugh at Jacob because he was struggling not to hit any of the compartments overhead.

"Oversized freak," I muttered under my breath and giggled.

Probably looking like we were lost, a blonde assistant asked for our tickets so she could lead us to our seats. Wait, she only checked Jacob's ticket because she couldn't take her eyes off of him. I guess werewolves get their share of publicity every once in a while.

She led us to a small hall that was a few meters away from the first class section. She drew the curtain aside so that we could enter. I could see what Renee was referring to now.

This part of the plane has got to be the most beautiful of all. It had the normal gray carpet and white paint, yes, but it was extravagant. I couldn't imagine such a large space fitting into this plane.

Instead of the seats imitating the ones in the first class section, cubicles replaced them. It didn't look claustrophobic to me because the cubicles had an open section that could be closed by a door in the middle. It was somehow similar to most cubicles in trains. Instead of a seat in the cubicle, it was a bed that could be turned into a seat.

I guess I could live in here now.

"I hope you enjoy your flight." The blonde assistant said to Jacob but he barely noticed her. When she left, she had a sad look on her face.

"E-5 and E-6." He said, looking at our tickets. "I guess this is ours?"

Almost thirty minutes later, the plane had left the airport. Being high up in the air scared me since I was a child but I've learned to close my eyes all throughout. Jacob held me in his arms before, during, and after the plane took off.

"Have you ever been on a plane before?" I asked Jacob to keep my mind off things.

Jacob snorted. "Of course I have. You have been more often, though. I can't believe that you're being such a baby right now."

"Freak," I muttered under my breath. I shivered to the core not because of the cold but because of the fact that we might just plummet into the deep blue water down below.

"Bella, stop shivering." Jacob's hands wound tighter around my body. "It's just a flight for crap's sake."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I nuzzled into his neck. "Sorry, sorry, sorry."

I could never forgive myself for planning to go to Florida riding a plane. As far as I'm concerned, I'm better off at driving a car all the way there rather than riding a plane. I didn't care if I spent so much money on gasoline. At least I wouldn't freak out like I did now.

Jacob chuckled. "It's alright, Bella. I was just kidding." He kissed the top of my head. "Besides, I'm just an oversized freak, right?"

I chuckled, feeling a little bit better.

I knew that he wasn't going to be annoyed at my antics for long.

I will never ever ride a plane in my life again. I could die by the pressure in my ears, die of shivering, and die of assuming the plane to crash any time.

"Bella?" Renee's lips were near my ear. "Honey, are you alright?"

Renee and Jacob were walking down the marble clad floor of Florida's airport. Both of their hands were clutched around mine. I'm not even sure if I was walking or they were just dragging me.

"Jetlag." Jacob said to Renee. "She wouldn't stop jumping up and down on the plane."

I couldn't remember what happened after that but the next thing I knew, Renee's hand disappeared around mine. Only Jacob supported me as we reached the outside of the airport. Renee ran into Phil's arms and suddenly kissed, making me look away to give them some privacy.

Phil and Jacob placed our luggage into the back of Phil's car. Renee had gunshot again and we were stuck at the back of Phil's small car.

The ride towards the home in Jacksonville was pretty fast. Phil's driving was almost as insane as Jacob's so it took half the time to get there.

I was pretty warmed up by Florida's temperature by the time we arrived. Beads of sweat traveled down the nape of my neck. Soon enough, I was avoiding Jacob's hot temperature.

"Jake," I whined as he put his arm around mine. "too hot."

"Sorry." He withdrew his arm to wrap it around himself.

For once, I felt bad for Jacob. I had limited contact with him because of the temperature.

Damn the heat. Damn it, damn it, damn it.

As we pulled around the curb, I saw the house that Renee has been bragging about in her e-mails. Indeed, it was in front of a beach and had the most welcoming colors painted on it.

The house was a simple red and white with a lawn on the front. There was a mailbox and a wide porch. The porch had a rocking chair which was similar to mine, only bigger. There was a hammock hanging beside the rocking chair. Plant pots were on occasional places outside the house.

Renee didn't really have a green thumb but I'd like to see her try and earn one. It would be nice and she'd look like a normal mother for a change.

When we entered the house, it was so much like our house before. My pictures as a baby were hung everywhere, including pictures of Renee and Phil.

"Now then," Renee lifted her sunglasses once she met us inside. "You have your own room, Bella, sweetie. Just like before. You're staying there. Jacob?"

Jacob tore his eyes away from a picture of me sitting and making a sand castle. "I'm sorry but we don't have a guest room. I trust you enough so I'm allowing you to sleep in Bella's room." Renee raised her eyebrows.

I could see the excitement on Jacob's face. But it was ruined by the next words coming out of Renee's mouth.

"Provided," she raised a finger. "That you sleep on the pull-out bed. I'd allow you to sleep on Bella's bed if you're married." Her eyes flashed down to the ring on my finger then she smiled.

Being all too familiar and settled, I rushed up the stairs and entered the first door on my right. Sure enough, it was my room in there.

Every piece of furniture I had was in the same order. It was like I was visiting a replica of my room.

My closet was still filled with summer clothes, the books were on the shelves where they're supposed to be and the lamp on my bedside was still there. The only thing that changed was the computer. The junky computer I had back then was nowhere in sight and it was now replaced by a Mac.

I avoided touching the computer during the time we unpacked. Mainly because I might damage a part of it before I even got a chance to use it. Nowadays, I wasn't only a magnet for danger but I was also a frenzied hammer destroying everything even with the lightest of touches.

After everything was done, I have marked the rest of the day as boring. There was really nothing to do except sit down and feel the sweat trickling down my back. Even with Jacob around, everything just seemed so . . . out of place.

How could I have lived in this world? It was quiet and serene, the opposite of what I wanted. I knew in myself that I wanted some peace but this was somehow just too much. Someone must have misunderstood my wishes.

"Jacob?" I called out as I curled up on the rocking chair by the porch.

Jake was lying down on the hammock that tempted to give away soon if he was going to stay longer in it. "Yeah?"

"I'm bored." I said as I watched a few kids skate down the pavement. "I'm dead bored."

"You're just saying that because you can't find anything to do."

I snorted. "Jake, isn't that kind of the reason as to why I told you I'm bored?"

"Keeping my mouth shut, ma'am." He saluted then zipped his mouth and threw the invisible key.

"I just can't find anything to do." I walked over to the hammock where Jacob was and joined him. I playfully unzipped his mouth. "I should have brought a few more werewolves."

"And what? You're going to make them patrol over here?" He laughed. I leaned on his bare chest that glistened in sweat.

"If that could put some more life into Florida, then yes, I would ask them to patrol."

"Bella, there aren't any vampires over here." He stated. I wonder if he would like it here considering there aren't any "leeches" for him to watch out for.

"I know." I whispered as I watch the waves roll out onto the pristine sand on the other side of the road. "You could join the contest here. Florida's Biggest Mutt."

Jacob looked at me with sarcastically torturing eyes. "I want to laugh but you'll just pout so I'm keeping my mouth shut."

"It's no help." I wiped the sweat on my neck. "You told me already."

"What are we doing anyway?" He asked then looked at the clouds.

"I wanted to ask that question too."

"How could you live in this place if you can't even find anything to do?" He pried. He knew that boredom was striking me at all sides.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Answer my questions first." He smirked then pinched my cheeks lightly.

"Maybe I was just a zombie all through out my eighteen years in living here."

Jacob got up and kissed my forehead. "Maybe."

I wobbled on the hammock but managed to regain my balance. "Where are you going?"

Jacob's hand was on the edge of the door. His head was poking out to answer my question. "We're going to the beach."

AN: If it wasn't that good, tell me. Yeah, I know. It's kind of boring but I think you'd want to read the next chapter. I've got to be insane about where I'm leading this story.