Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight...darn...
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We were home now and The--Sam deposited me on the couch. My dad ran off to get blankets. Sam looked me over--sprawled over the couch like a tub of lard--and I blushed. I cringed slightly at his thorough gaze and he grinned.
"You look a bit worn out" he said "but with a little rest you may look better"
I snorted "I may"
Sam shook his head amusedly.
My dad came back with the blankets and tucked me in.
"You want some tea?" he asked.
"Yeah sure" I mumbled.
He nodded and walked into the kitchen and came back out a few minutes later carrying a mug of Chamomile tea. She accepted the tea gratefully, nodding her thanks in his general direction.
Sam laughed quietly and whispered to her father, then nodded once toward Bella--and slipped out the door. Everyone trickled out after Sam left. Bella looked around puzzled; she didn't remember all of the people coming inside.
I must have been really into my tea or something she thought, almost grinning--almost--because she remembered the reason she was sitting on the couch covered in blankets and mud.
Edward. Tears came into her eyes and she sniffed.
Charlie looked over at his daughter's sniff and Mike Newton and his mother paused on their way out the door.
Mrs. Newton took half a step toward them, then stepped back outside and--as they where the last ones out--closed the door.
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It all came crashing down on me now, everything--Edwards lips--pressed against mine for that last time. Not seeing Alice...or Esme--Carlisle, Emmett and Rosalie, no matter how much Rosalie hated me, I still loved her like a sister, and Jasper, boy did I need him now I thought, now that I'm bordering on hysteria.
Edward again...
Days...
Weeks...
Months...
Time passes, even for me, especially for me.
Jacob. That was the first thought I had, I wonder why. Oh, maybe it's because he's sitting in the tree outside my window.
Wait a second.
"Jacob?" I whispered.
"Jacob" It was almost a shout. Oops, I don't want to wake dad, he might not approve...no matter how much he liked Jacob.
I ran to the window and opened it as quietly as I could.
Jacob grinned "Finally" he said rolling his eyes, the grin still plastered to his face "I've only been here for half an hour"
"Sorry" I mumbled, and I really did feel sorry, the first real feeling I've had in months.
He smiled again. Slightly freaky I thought, well maybe not...I haven't really noticed anyone smiling lately...so everything must look freaky.
I smiled back uncertainty. His smile turned into a quiet laugh.
"It's good to have you back Bella"
I was slightly confused and I said so.
"How did you know I was...for lack of better word...depressed?"
He snorted and I could hear him mutter "for lack of better word" under his breath. But I didn't mind, that was Jacobs personality.
"well?" I asked.
"Oh, well, Billy has been talking to Charlie...soo..."
"Right" I said, I cringed "What has Charlie been saying about me?"
"Oh, well--" he paused to jump through the window and land in front of me--I stepped back quickly and he smiled again. He really has a thing with smiling doesn't he, I thought. "He has been saying that you are like a ghost, and that you are too perfect. You never serve leftovers and your grades are impeccable, and--"
"Alright, alright—I get it!" I glared.
"He also said you threw a fit when he said he was going to send you to Phoenix."
I glared some more.
"You have to stop waiting for him" he said gently. "He won't come back"
My eyes started to tear up and I sniffed.
"Oh-" he said "I didn't mean to make you cry" He walked toward me and this time I didn't step back "I'm sorry" he muttered.
"I know he's not coming back-but-I just-"
"I know, I know" he soothed.
"No—you don't" I sobbed "he took all of his things—his pictures, and the CD he made me-I-"
Jacob felt unusually warm today.
Jacob suddenly sat up and sniffed. I looked up. (Somehow we had ended up on the bed with my head on his shoulder). He swung his feet off the side of the bed and dropped to the floor quietly-still sniffing-
"Jacob-wha-"
He cut her off by holding up a finger.
"I smell him" he muttered more to himself then to her "but if he took everything—he would have been careful to get rid of his scent"
"Jacob" I said again "what is going on?!"