Here you aree…
"Tell me." I whispered to Dad when we got back to the cottage, and Lizzie and Rory had been dropped off in the big house, which was a typical English house according to Alice (though it seemed like Buckingham Palace.)
"No, darling." He said, smiling when I frowned. He patted me on the head, like I was a very small dog, and chuckled to himself.
"People think you're crazy when you do that." I muttered, though I didn't really have a need for it. He laughed again, his voice filled with happiness.
"When will mum be home?" I asked, dodging away from him, it was embarrassing.
"Bella? About 6." He answered smoothly, he was so counting down the minutes til she got back.
"I am not!" He almost screeched, his voice getting very high-pitched.
"Are too." I said, smiling when I knew he had realised he would never win a bickering war.
"You are very sad, dad." I said, annoyed he wouldn't tell me about Lizzie. He shot me a look, and began to read the newspaper.
"You're not exactly going to fit in with humans." I scoffed, "what seventeen year old reads the guardian?" I said, making myself giggle.
"Go." Was all he said. But he still hadn't told me about Lizzie.
"She will tell you when the time is right. She's a bit embarrassed about it now." He murmured. "And so she should be." He added, looking into space, and then looking down again.
At that moment I heard the doorbell trill, and dad jumped ecstatically – before he realised it wasn't Bella at the door.
"Who is it?" I whispered.
"Someone for you." I sighed and got ot the door – since when did Jacob knock? But, when I opened the great arched door, it was a boy at school who stood before me – ragged and alone.
"Hello?" I said, stunned.
"Hi, could I maybe have some water?" He asked, almost collapsing at my feet.
"Er. Why?" I asked.
"I was getting the train home from the dentist - you may have noticed I wasn't in last lesson – and, I got all muddled, then saw you and Lizzie and Rory. I, well, kind of followed you home." He grinned sheepishly and I grudgingly invited him in.
He raced to the bathroom, luckily we were in the cottage not the mansion, that would've been bad (the loos were very hard to find – as we didn't have any.) Dad raised his eyebrow as I came into the kitchen, and put a grape into my mouth, blushing slightly.
"I'll get rid of him." I muttered, though there was no point.
"You don't have to." Dad murmured back. "He can stay for tea." He smiled. Dad had always wanted me to have human friends – mum told me he did the same to her – and he was only too keen that this random guy was here.
"Thanks." The boy reappeared at my elbow.
"Hello." Dad said. I hung my head in embarrassment, and told Edward inwardly to pretend to be my brother.
"Hi." He said sheepishly. "I'm Max." He said, offering dad a hand to shake. Dad, skilfully, ignored it and went to sit down on the sofa, like a typical teenage boy.
"I'm her brother." He said sulkily, and I towed Max out of the kitchen/lounge, until we were in the hall again.
"You better go." I said.
"Why? Also, your older brother is, well, a bit intimidating." He said, blushing feverishly.
"Okay. Good to know. I have to do my homework." I said, thinking of that lame excuse.
"Well, bye then." He muttered and leaned in toward me, as though I was going to kiss me.
"What are you doing?" I said, questioning his sanity. Suddenly, he pressed his sticky, gummy lips to mine. I gasped and shoved him away, accidentally pushing him onto the floor. I looked up and saw – coming out of the fog, an angry, angry looking Jacob.
Thanks.