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Jake and I had practically become inseparable ever since that day at the Quileute reservation.
For several weeks now, we've roamed around First Beach. Hung out with Quil, Embry and Seth- his best friends. Even cooked meals and did homework together.
Spending time with Jacob was fun. It was a blast, even. But the time I spent with him was a constant reminder of how much I missed Edward. It made me realize how irreplaceable he truly is.
So, in a way, Jacob made my life without Edward both easier and harder.
"Bells, whatcha thinking?" Jacob asks as I'm staring down at a blank piece of paper, chin resting on my hand with my elbow on the table. I've been trying to form an outline for my English essay, but my mind just wouldn't get in to it.
"Nothing. Just trying to concentrate. But I can't," I growl.
"Whooooaaa, down kitty," Jacob chuckles. "Something wrong?"
"Not really…"
"What do you mean, not really?"
"It's nothing, really. Just thinking about stuff."
"Like…?"
I'm sure he wouldn't want to hear my wallowing over Edward. They're both still not particularly fond of each other, despite the fact they've been able to act more civilized. But I need to talk to someone about it. I don't want to bottle it in anymore.
"It's Edward, isn't it?"
Surprised, I look at him in shock. "How do you know?"
"It doesn't take a genius to find out. Ever since he left, you haven't really been the same."
"Oh," I mutter, my eyes downcast. "I mustn't have been much fun to be around, then, huh?"
Jacob snorts. "Yeah, right. You're not that bad, Bells. If you were, I wouldn't be here."
"Ha-ha."
"Seriously, though. Wanna talk about it? It might help a little."
And so I do. I don't give Jacob every single detail, but he gets the gist of where I'm coming from.
"Hmmm…you know what you could do?" Jacob says once I'm done yapping away.
"What?"
"Maybe you could do something for him that will show how much you miss him. It might be therapeutic and take some of that sadness out of your system."
I contemplate for a moment. It doesn't sound like a bad idea.
"Hmmmm…I might have just the thing."