Ok, sorry. First two days back, and – wait! What is this! We are back in school! The teachers MUST give us piles of homework! What is up with that! Between softball, and school, and normal friend funness… GOD! NO TIME! It is a wonder I had time! Haha, pitiful excuse! But… BELIEVE IT! This is getting wwwaaaay too long!

Disclaimer: Anyone read the URL? FANFICTION! Clearly states: obsessed fools (like me) may pawn people (like Tristan) with giant vases, but WE DO NOT OWN!

BPOV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I woke up to the regular beeping of a heart monitor. Ugh. What did I do this time? "What did I do to get me landed in the hospital this time, doc?" I didn't even bother opening my eyes. Thank God for Sundays. No need to miss another day of school!

Another day without Ed-him. My 'heart' dropped. I am not sure how much longer I can take this. The time without him. My chest hurts so badly. Did they think I was just a little toy? Once they were done, they could just throw me away, and everything would be fine? Lately, the pain hasn't been as horrible. Can Jacob really be healing me? Maybe he is, but no one will be able to give me back my heart.

Wait, why isn't the doctor replying? I pulled out of the black abyss of depressing thoughts I called my mind. I struggled and finally cracked my eyes open. I immediately closed them again due to the blinding light. Wait, this is… My room! But, where is the beeping sound… "Oh, thanks Jacob. Just what I wanted. An alarm clock that sounds like a heart monitor. Love ya too." An instant later, I realized how weird I sounded, talking to myself. "Get a grip." I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock, and opened my eyes.

I inched myself off the bed, and slowly stood up, took a small step, only to fall flat on my face. Great, this would be one of those kinds of days. I tried to stand up, only to wince, and fall, again. Obviously my bowling muscles weren't all that developed. Needless to say, yesterday's bruises hadn't healed either. Looks like I am crawling to the closet today… I slowly crawled over, wincing as I hit each of my bruised knees. Joy. I needed to remind Jacob to never take me bowling again! I finally made it to my closet, and yanked out jeans and a t-shirt. (A/n: )

I pulled them over my head, only to realize that I had pulled on my late birthday present from Embry. A t-shirt with 'Caution' tape all over it, and on the back, a truck sign saying, 'Stay ten feet away at all times.' Well, too late now. I guess. Oh! A half hour until Jake picks me up! Shoot! I ran into the bathroom, stumbling a bit,brushed my hair a couple times, and ran downstairs to eat breakfast in time. I no longer ate any type of cereal. Too many memories. I grabbed the bacon and started cooking. Twenty minutes later, I had eaten and was ready to go. I grabbed a book, none other than Wuthering Heights, and sat down to read.

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. Stupid punctual werewolf. The story was just getting good. I grabbed my beach-bag, just in case. I headed out the door, only to be tackled by an overenthusiastic werewolf. (A/n:)

"Hey Bella! Ready to go?"

"I would be if you would get off!" At his sad puppy look, I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Aw Jake, just kidding." He grinned and we hopped in his Rabbit.

At the La Push Beach

"Come here Bella! I found the spot where we first met, kinda!" We headed over to the area where we first met. Of course, I tripped halfway there. But, this time, I was caught. Not by cold arms, to my disappointment, but warm ones. Not that I expected anything else.

"Well, now that you have proved that shirt of yours right, let's make it all the way over there this time. Ready? Start with baby steps. And step, and step, and step, keep going!..."

By the time we made it to the spot, we were hysterically laughing.

"Oh, that's nothing. Wanna see me do a Mike Newton impression?" He looked at me with those puppy eyes, those convincing eyes of his, grr, must be a werewolf trait. I had no choice but to give in.

"Sure." He immediately began, like he knew what my answer was. But who can resist the puppy eyes?

"Hey Bella! Let's go to the movies, but just as friends, if you want! Sure, just as friends, and friends always try to make a move on each other every five seconds while they watch the movie! That sounds like fun, doesn't it?" Jacob was doing a real good job, I have to admit. But he was missing one thing.

"Don't forget the golden retriever act!" He dropped down onto all fours and barked.

"Yip! Bella! Yip! Date! Yip!" Jacob fell over, laughing too hard to continue. I had already been on the ground for a while, laughing hysterically. We rolled around a bit, then finally sat up.

"Jacob, my stomach and my cheeks hurt! It's all your fault! Humph!" I turned away, mostly so he couldn't see my satisfied smirk.

"Aw, I'm sorry Bella. Forgive me. My werewolf side couldn't help it! Please!" He said in a corny, I-don't-believe-what-I-am-saying voice. I still refused to turn around.

"You don't believe it! Say it like you mean it!" Jake whimpered. Thankfully, Jacob's 'werewolf', bitter side hasn't made its appearance yet. I can only hope for the best.

"Alright, I am very, very sorry Bella, I wish there was some way you could forgive me, deep in your heart." He begged of me in the corniest formal voice I had ever heard. I burst out laughing at this point. Jake's formal voice was cornier than his fake apology voice.

"Gah! Just shut up! I forgive you! At least, I will when you fix your voice!"

"Sorry, I thought it was quite good, as a matter of fact. But as you wish, so it shall be." He bowed deeply, and sat down next to me. I, very childishly, stuck my tongue out at him. I couldn't help it!

"So, Bella, whaddya wanna do now? Huh, huh, huh?" He sounded like a five year old who has had too much sugar… (A/n- .' I know people my age like this…)

"I want to– "I stopped as Sam walked up.

"Sorry, to interrupt you guys, but we have a problem. There is a huge army of vampires headed our way." I processed this, realized the implications, and the yawning hole ripped open again.

The world went black.

Ch'yeah, sorry bout the time it took to update this. Damn school. And softball. And family. Everyone seems to expect hours and hours out of me… then yell at me for spending an hour on the computer, instead of my normal 5-6… I stayed up so late working on this last night, I had to go to sick bay and sleep because I was falling asleep during class… + my talent is in an unreachable part of my mind, and I don't like Jacob… But I had to establish the friend relationship… Please oh Please review. I would like my writing to be a hell of a lot better than it is…:(

I will serve you a plate of your fave cookies, a la mode! Favorite mode too! jk!

Love,

Golden