Bella told Jacob that she wanted to back to her house to get some more of her things. After going into various details about what on earth she would need that Jacob couldn't get her, he agreed to drive her home. He was elated at the thought of her genuinely wanting to stay another night. He ran to his garage rapidly undoing the various padlocks, then he jumped straight into the unlocked truck. Bella watched him, he had become a five year old child who had just been told that his parents were taking him to the local toy shop, only this time, he was driving. His childish glee obvious to the world, he had a fixed smile painted on his face he honked her horn and haled for her to hurry up.

It was a quick drive, a shorter journey than it normally would be, Jacob had taken to driving erratically until Bella screamed for him to calm himself. She reminded him that if he'd crash, he'd be the only one surviving. He suddenly began to drive normally again.

Back at Charlie's Jacob seemed like a completely different person. Maybe it was the smell of vampires lingering in the air. Bella checked her watch at was just past 5, a whole two hours before Alice had said she dismissed that thought quickly, as the Cullen's tended to be vampires of their word. He'd gone very quiet and sheepish; the way he always did when he was hiding something from her.

"Jake, you can come in if you want?" She said, although his hands seemed to be glued to the steering wheel.

"Erm. I'll pass, this clutch is a bit dodgy, I'm going to fix it before you can drive it." He said distantly his eyes pointing down to the clutch. Bella didn't have a very good knowledge of cars so figured that there would be no point in asking what was wrong with it.

"Ring me if you need me. You have my number on your notice board near your phone."

"Do I?" Bella asked herself, trying to picture the board in her head. "Since when? I can't remember it being there."

"I put them there a while back; you haven't needed them because you've been with me." He stuck his lip out with his tongue in jest, Bella glared back and scowled childishly. She hit him softly on the arm with her good hand the impact taking little effect. The gentle mockery fell into a comfortable silence, both looking out of the window at the usual sunny weather which they had been graced with. Bella turned her head about to ask Jacob more about the state of the truck. Only for her eyes to met his direct gaze, his chocolate brown eyes looking directly into hers, she blinked longer than was necessary a feeble attempt at recollecting what she was about to ask. Upon opening them she saw that his eyes were still beaming directly into hers, ironically she could feel herself begin to melt. She dared not to get out the truck for fear of her legs giving way. She let her eyes drop straight down to the floor studying the crumbs on the carpet, which was another job she needed to do.

"So yeah, I'll call you." Bella spoke without taking her eyes off the floor. Her brain regained control of her jellified legs. Her eyes were beginning to produce patterns from the various crumbs which her eyes had focused on. She sighed and reached for her bag cowardly trying her best not make contact with Jacob's smouldering eyes.

Bag in hand she gave up her struggle and looked straight into his eyes. It was not only her legs which had melted. She leaned in and swiftly pecked him on the cheek. Resembling a sun dried tomato she slipped out of the truck with more grace than normal. She turned to shut the door; she smiled sweetly at Jacob slamming the truck door shut with slight more force than it needed, she was trying to act intimidating to a werewolf.

With the engine still running, Jacob watched intently as she walked to her front door. He then watched, with delight as she fumbled in her pocket looking for her keys, she was unsuccessful in her search. He looked in the ignition her house key was dangling freely. He quickly wound down the passenger window.

"Missing something?" He shouted to the now highly confused Bella, who had now taken to searching through her own bag.

"I can't find my keys!"

To say how smart Bella could be, she wasn't exactly the brightest crayon in the packet when it came to the blindingly obvious. He unclipped the key from her key ring and waited, key in hand, for her to click. It took her a moment to figure out what had happened to her key. She stopped searching and turned back to the truck, obviously unimpressed with the boy sitting in the drivers seat with her house key in his hand. She walked briskly back to were she'd slammed the metal door, in an attempt to be intimidating.

"My key. If you will." She asked though the open window. Jacob complied and handed her the key. He said nothing, he didn't need to, he'd done enough.

He watched her get again walk to the door she put the key in the lock and waved to Jacob, with that, he quickly backed out and drove off.

Why's he going that way?