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SONG: girls do what they want - the maine
THIS IS FOR SAPPHIRE.SNAIL :)

I had scribbled down directions on how to perfectly re-heat the lasagna I had made for Charlie, and stuck it in the fridge next to a plate I had put together for him. Without saying a word, I walked over to the phone and dialed the Forks Police Station.

"Hello?" greeted an unfamiliar voice.

"Hello, this is Bella Swan, Charlie's daughter, can I speak with him?" I asked, trying to sound polite. I allowed myself a quick look at Edward, who was sitting patiently at the table, watching me and smiling. I smiled back and turned back to the phone.

"Yes, yes… hello?" greeted another voice, only this time it was familiar.

"Hi, dad."

"Oh, hey Bells. You okay?" he asked, sounding warily.

"Yes dad, everything is fine. I was just wondering if maybe I could go to La Push tonight to hang out with Jacob and his friends," I was almost positive he would say yes to anything Jacob was involved in.

"Well, sure. Stay out as late as you want," I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

"Thanks dad, your lasagna and directions are in the fridge."

He chuckled. "You baby me too much, bye kiddo. Have fun."

Content with myself after hanging up the phone, I looked at Edward again. He was still waiting patiently, but this time he looked a little different. A little mad, maybe? I felt bad for him, my dad was so willing to accept Jacob, family friend or not, yet he was so hostile with Edward.

"How much longer?" I asked, walking over to him. I sat down on his lap, allowing him to wind his arms around me.

"About ten minutes," he murmured into my hair. His cold breath tickled my skin. I sighed. As excited as I was to see Jacob, I didn't like making Edward feel like this. He often doubted himself and the love I had for him and I didn't want to give him any more reason to think that way.

"Edward, are you absolutely sure you are okay with this?" I wasn't sure if I would be able to give it up, but I needed him to know that I wasn't completely disregarding his feelings.

I felt him shrug around me. "Of course I don't like it, but if you tell me I should trust you, I will. Bella, I love you more than you know and your judgment should not be questioned just because of my prejudices."

"I love you," I murmured. There wasn't anything else I could say. "I love you more than you know," I repeated, hoping he'd understand. He chuckled and kissed my head.

We sat there for as long as we could; enjoying each other's company. We would comment every once and a while about various topics, but mostly we sat in silence. I had lost track of time when Edward stiffened under me. I took that as my cue.

"He's here," he muttered. I looked up at him to read his eyes, but he was staring at the ceiling.

"What is he thinking about?" I twisted around and put my hand around his jaw and tried to pull his face down to look at mine. He looked down with anger and sadness.

"He's thinking about what he's going to do to me," he chuckled once without humor. "He's also wondering if you asked me to bring you home."

"Oh, great."

Moments later, there were three loud, obnoxious knocks on the door; signaling Jacob's presence. Edward sighed and got up, tugging me along with him. I pulled back slightly on his arm. He turned back to me and raised one eyebrow.

"Let me," I said, kissing him on the cheek leading the way and pulling him with me before he had time to react. It would be easier if I answered, Jacob would probably be less upset. Before reaching for the door handle, I breathed in one long, ragged breath. When I opened the door, Jacob was scowling past me at Edward. I waved in front of his view to make him look away from Edward.

"Hi, Jake!" I exclaimed, mustering up some fake and real excitement all in the same.

"Oh, so you didn't forget about our plans?" he asked accusingly, looking between Edward and me.

"No, I didn't. I'm sorry Jake, I—" I began, but I was quickly cut off by Edward.

"Jacob, it is my fault. Bella was planning to go to school, I picked her up early."

"Figures, stupid bloodsu—" Jacob began, but I held up my hand to stop him. This was going to be hard enough without his rude comments.

"Nothing to worry about," I began, feeling Edward squeeze my hand. "I'm still going, are you ready?"

"You're letting her out of the house?!" barked Jacob, snorting in amusement.

"Yes," he answered simply.

"Wow. This is a first. You ready, Bells?"

"Yeah."

"Let's get going!" Jacob exclaimed, his attitude pulling a complete 180 because of his obvious need to get away from Edward as soon as possible.

"Wait, Jacob," Edward stopped him as he turned to walk away.

"What now?" he rolled his eyes.

"Are you planning on riding your motorcycle there? There obviously is no way Bella and you will be able to fit. I'll drive her."

"Ha, you'd most likely kidnap her," Jacob scoffed; Edward chuckled.

"Believe me, if I could, I would," he squeezed my hand and flashed my favorite crooked smile. I melted just from looking at him. "But that wasn't my intention, actually. I'll drop Bella off at the boundary line. I would like her to be reasonably safe."

"Are you trying to hint that I can't take care of her? I can, I know it and so do you. I took care of her when you didn't. When you left her to die for all you cared, I took care of her then." I scowled at him. Was I really so bad I needed to be babysat? I looked quickly at Edward to gage his reaction and I didn't like what I saw. Edward had held tightly to my hand, his other balling into a tight fist so his tendons were standing out. His eyes were shut tightly and he wasn't breathing. I placed my hand on his cheek, hoping to calm him. It helped a little. His eyes opened slowly and he looked down at me with pained eyes. 'I'm sorry' I mouthed, hoping he would understand that I was sorry for Jacob trying to make him feel guilty. He calmed down and kissed my cheek softly.

"Not your fault, Bella," he murmured in my ear. His cold breath tickled my ear and I giggled. He broke away when there was a sudden loud throat clearing coming from Jacob.

"Would you like to leave before Charlie gets home?" he asked accusingly, rolling his eyes. "Whatever leech, drive her." He sneered, turning and walking quickly to the shiny black motorcycle parked on the street. I turned to Edward.

"Ready?" he asked warily. I nodded and he led the way.

A/N: hehe, i hope i got jacob right. he's bipolar so whateverrr :)
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