Disclaimer: I lost my magic wand and my genie. Which means that I don't own them. And I also can't make it happen for any of you. Where is Harry Potter when you need him?

I want to say an extra special thank you to Layla Loves Twilight for making it possible for you guys to get two chapters in one day. If you haven't read her stuff yet, you should.

Sunday night was Billy and Jacob's night to come to dinner. Bella could hear them downstairs. Jacob had come up half an hour ago to see her. Charlie had had to practically force him back down the stairs. Bella

never heard either of them come in. Or Jake try to get her to talk to him. Her dad had come up a few minutes ago with a plate of pizza. It sat in front of her on the desk, untouched. She hadn't eaten since yesterday

morning.

Jacob sat on the floor in the living room watching the stairs. Hoping that Bella would decide to come down. She had barely said two words to him the night she had been found. And tonight she hadn't even

acknowledged him. He wished that she would say something. Her not talking was starting to worry him. He could kill the Cullens for leaving. What had happened? He doubted that what Charlie had said about

Carlisle finding another job was true. Something had happend that only Bella knew about. He was sure of it.

On the way home that night Jake was quiet. Billy had picked up on it as soon as he had been brought downstairs by Charlie. He didn't want to embarass Jacob in front of Charlie, so he had waited until they were in

the truck.

"You want to tell me what's on your mind?"

"Nothing." Jake said with a shrug as he tightened his grip on the wheel.

He had learned how to drive when he was thirteen. He hadn't had much of a choice. His sister's had taken off the first chance they got, leaving him to take care of his dad. Quil Sr. had been patient and kind when

trying to teach both Jake and Quil how to drive at the same time. It didn't matter that Jake could barely see over the steering wheel, or that Quil couldn't reach the pedels. The three of them had been a team for the

three days it had taken the two boys how to drive.

"I know something is going on. What happened when you went up to talk to Bella?"

"Nothing. She wouldn't even look at me."

"You have to give her time. She's not going to open up to the first person who tries to get through to her."

"It's been a week."

"It's going to take longer than that. I'm still not over your mom."

"Mom's been dead three years dad."

"Doesn't mean that it doesn't still hurt."

Jake got quiet after that. Could he really wait three years for Bella to snap out of the funk she was in? He was going to do everything he could to bring her out of it as soon as possible.

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Three weeks later

Bella sat on the couch staring at the TV. Which wasn't on. Charlie came in carrying chinese take out and groceries. He almost dropped the take out bag as he struggled to put everything on the counter.

"Bella?" he called over his shoulder.

The phone rang making him groan in agitation. He sprinted to the hall to pick up the phone.

"Yeah?"

"Hey Charlie."

"Hey Jake."

"Is she there?"

"She still isn't ready. Sorry."

"It's okay, I'll try again tomorrow."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

Charlie hung up the phone, shaking his head. Jacob had been calling every night for the past three weeks. It had become a nightly ritual. The first week Charlie had humored him and had talked him for half an hour

every night, telling him how Bella was doing. There hadn't been any change. He didn't want to tell the kid that she woke up in the middle of the night screaming. Or that he would have to lay with her until she fell

back to sleep. Most nights he didn't even sleep in his own bed, because she would cling to him like her life depended on it. He wasn't used to that.

He had been contemplating calling Renee. He knew Bella would never forgive him. So he would put it off until he felt that it was absolutely neccassary.

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Jake was at the mall with Embry the next night when they ran into Sam and Paul. He was glad that Quil wasn't with them. Quil was afraid of Sam, even though he would never admit it. Sam watched them as they

played video games. Embry cleared his throat, getting Jake's attention.

"What?"

"You were in another world. What's up?"

"Nothing."

"You thinking about that girl again?"

"No. I'm not thinking about Bella." He said with a laugh. For once he wasn't.

"Then what?" Embry asked as he put more change into the machine.

"Doesn't it creep you out the way that Sam and Paul stare at us?"

"I don't pay attention to them. Do you want me to go say something to them?"

Jacob knew that Embry wouldn't have a problem going over and confronting them. He had nerves of steel, and he never backed down from a challenge.

"Nah. I just wish they would stop staring."

"Lets get out of here. I'm outta money anyway."

"You used twenty bucks on video games?"

"Now I'm hungry." Embry said, shoving his hair out of his face.

"You're always hungry." Jake said with a laugh.

"So?"

"Come on. I'll go buy us a pizza." Jake said, pushing Embry out of the arcade.

Jake caught Sam watching him out of the corner of his eye. He nodded at Jake before walking in the opposite direction. He brushed the feeling of weirdness off, and didn't think about Sam or Paul again.

Sorry this is so short. I promise to update soon. I hope that makes up for it.