I'm not gonna lie. I'm pissed. Pissed at Jake for leaving, pissed at Bella for making him leave, pissed at the Cullens for coming back. But, I am keeping a fake smile plastered on my face when Seth is around to show him my 'I-don't-care-you-are-friends-with-the-Cullens' attitude. Seth won't let me go to the Cullen's house because he thinks I will 'lose my temper' or something. Him and Eddie Kins really got close beating up that Victoria chick.

For the past few days, I have been near Emily because she looks like she is about to pop. The blue glowy thing is the size of a baby, it's actually kind of cool. I don't actually have the heart to tell her that it is a boy, because she wants it to be a surprise.

"You don't have to be around me all the time, you know?" Emily asked, aggravated. I couldn't really blame her, I am following her everywhere, but I can't tell her it's because she looks like she is about to pop. I hear pregnant women don't like being reminded about their weight. Uncle Sam did suggest I stay near her in case anything happened.

"Actually, I do," I said simply.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "Why?"

"Uncle Sam asked me to," I shrugged. "It's not like I have anything better to do. Seth is at the Cullen's."

"Why don't you go over there?" she asked curiously, taking a sip of her coffee.

"I'm not 'allowed' to," I put air quotes over 'allowed'.

"What!? Why is he allowed over there and your not? Is he sexist? I will get Sam to kick that boy into shape if he thinks that-" she was rambling on, and on, and got really mad all a sudden. Talk about a mood swing. Jeeze.

"It's fine," I reassured her. "But, I would like to see the look on his face if I did show up," I smiled evilly.

"Go over there, it's not like he can be mad at you," she took another sip of her coffee.

"Besides, Kim is here," she pointed to the kitchen, where Kim came out of carrying a sandwich.

"Yeah, you go, I'll make sure she doesn't pop!" Kim said in between bites of her sandwich. Ha, now she will have to face Emily's wrath.

"Excuse me? But I'll have you know-" that I took as my cue to leave.

The Cullens live a long ways away. I ended up asking for directions from 2 hobos, a transvestite man, and an old lady that called me Ginger. It took me two hours to find the house that was hidden in the forest.

Alice must have seen me coming because when I got there, Seth was on the front porch. He didn't look happy.

"What are you doing here?" he asked softly.

"I'm bored with Emily's mood swings," I said.

He nodded. "Are you going to behave if we go inside? They are planning the wedding.

"Your helping them plan the wedding? You are helping your best friend's love of his life get married to another man?" I asked him.

"I'm not helping, it's just my mom is always with Charlie, and Esme cooks really good, and Edward is really cool…"his voice drift off with the look I gave him.

I took a deep breath. "Is she here?" He knew exactly who I was talking about.

He shook his head. Damn it.

"Why don't we just go to Emily's if this makes you uncomfortable?" he asked, showing a smile. That sounds good to me!

"Okay!" I said excitedly.

"Can you use your magic?" he asked.

Wow, I got so used to not using it, I forgot about it. Weird. I haven't tried it in a while. I took both of his warm hands in mine and closed my eyes thinking of a spell.

"I can't think of one," I whined.

He thought for a second. "I'm sitting with Seth face to face. Get us back to Emily's place?" It sounded like a question. I had to laugh. It was extremely corny!

"What?" he asked defensively.

I shook my head and did the spell, trying not to laugh, "I'm sitting with Seth face to face. Get us back to Emily's place." I concentrated enough. I didn't feel anything happening, but when I opened my eyes we were in my room!

"I DID IT! I DID IT! I DID IT!" I screamed, jumping up and down, dancing a 'happy dance' with Seth.

"I'm guessing your foot doesn't hurt anymore?" he eyed me.

"Hm," I looked at it. "Guess not." I ripped it off. I guess being magical has some ups.

Seth just laid down on my bed and made himself at home. He started staring at me just like when he saw me for the first time.

"What?" I blushed.

He smiled and held his hand out to me, signaling for me to lay down. I did so and he put his arm around me.

He sniffed my hair, "You smell good."

"Thank you?" I giggled.

"I don't know how I got so lucky," he murmured while playing with my hair. I think he was saying more to himself, and not me.

"je vous aime," I said in French. There was no way I saying that aloud and in English. (A/N: Anyone know what that means??)

He looked confused before I crushed his warm lips to mine. He repositioned us so that I was on the bottom. I could tell that he was being very gentle, and I could also tell from his little friend that was poking my leg, that he was enjoying himself.

I couldn't help the moan that came out of my mouth. That just made him more excited.

"Not in my house!" Sam slammed the door open, and pried Seth off of me.

At first it was sweet how Sam wanted to play the over-protective father part that I missed so much, but now it is just plain annoying! couldn't he take a hint?

Seth looked terrified. "I'll, uh, see you later Bree." He looked back at Sam, who growled at him.

"Yeah," I said sadly.

Seth took one more look at Sam before fleeing out the door like he was being chased my an ax murderer.

The moment he was gone, Sam took on a very smug appearance. "My work here is done," and with that he left my room, closing the door.