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20. DECISION

Jacob's POV

A few weeks had passed since the concert, each filled with days that varied from good to miserable. The events of those days were what lead me to make the decision.

During the first week, I was the most wishy-washy. I would get out of bed each morning, and look in the mirror. Some days I saw life behind my eyes. Other days, I didn't even recognize the man looking back at me.

The second week, I was almost sure I was going to be fine. School was going great. Still top of my class, thanks to Edward's tutoring. Dad even stopped by. He told me he understood why I had to leave his house. And he wished me luck in my endeavors to feel better.

The third week is what ultimately led to my decision. It was a bad week. A really bad week. So bad, even some days I didn't get up for school. I couldn't bring myself to get up.

Near the end of the week, the idea hit me. I smiled to myself in the mirror that morning. Today's the day. It's gonna be a good day. The cell phone on my night stand went off. I picked it up. A text message from Terry. Good morning ;)

We had started texting each other a few days ago. I had only called him twice a week for the past three weeks and he decided if I won't call him, we'll text each other.

I smiled as I texted back. Thinking of you. I liked the fact that Terry and I both texted in complete sentences. I couldn't stand the fact that people don't do that. It infuriated me.

I took a shower and put on a pair of shorts. I should run this by Edward first… My decision was a hasty one and I wasn't sure if it would help or hinder Terry's healing.

I walked out of my house (the Cullens' guest house) and into the Cullens' house, looking for him. "Hey Edward?"

"He's not here." It was Emmett, calling from in the living room.

I walked over to Emmett sitting on the couch. "Where'd he go?"

"Hanging out with Bella, if he's not with you." He raised an eyebrow.

I narrowed my eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He put his hands up. "Hey, hey. What you do in your bedroom with my brother is your business."

"Ok whatever." I turned around, leaving the living room.

"No hey, wait." I turned back to see Emmet walking over towards me. "I'm just messing with you."

I shrugged. "Yeah, yeah."

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" I couldn't fathom why Emmett would want to talk to me, or what it could possibly be about.

I was intrigued. "Sure, what's up?"

"How are you doing?" His eyebrows raised with concern.

Come on Emmet… Not you too… "I'm fine."

"I know, everyone asks you that. But I just had to. We're all worried about you." It was kind of nice to know all the Cullens cared about me. "Look, just whatever you think is best, probably is. I always trust my first instinct and it has never failed me. Go with what's in here." He pointed to my chest.

I looked at him. Emmett never came off as a 'deep' kind of guy to me. But I learned Edward isn't as reserved as he looks. Maybe all the Cullens have a secret side. "Thanks Emmett. You're pretty deep, aren't you?"

He laughed. "I may be undead, but I know how things work."

I shook my head. "I'm pretty sure undead things are like zombies."

"Nah man. Undead covers all things that aren't living but are… alive… I guess is how to put it."

I laughed. "Alright Emmett, I'll catch you later."

"Catch you later." He walked back into the living room.

I walked over to the front door, thinking about what Emmett said. It's like he knew what I wanted to do…

Edward opened the door and walked inside. "Hey Jacob."

"Good, Edward. I was just about to go looking for you." I was glad he walked inside, I didn't have to go looking for him.

"I was with Bella. She says hello by the way." He smiled.

I nodded. "Tell her I said hi. Anyway, there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"Alright, what is it?" He looked honestly curious as to what I wanted to say.

I motioned to my house. "Come here."

He followed me into my living room and sat on the couch. I paced back and forth. "Well, what's going on Jacob?"

It was time to reveal my decision. I was faltering in my choice earlier but after Emmett's mysterious words of wisdom, I knew it was the right choice. I smiled at Edward. "I'm gonna go to Phoenix."

-A/N-

Alright. I've gotten a few messages about the direction this story is going. Let me just promise you guys something. This story is Jacob/Terry. Not Jacob/Edward.

It has come to my attention that some of you think that Edward and Jacob's relationship is getting 'too close' for friends, but I just wanted their friendship to show how similar they really are.

I'm just marveled at the thought of this story being Jacob/Edward. I never intended for the story to go that way, and trust me it never will. This is all Jacob/Terry. :D