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Learning To Fall
A Twilight fanfic by Starfire Star

Chapter Sixteen: When One Door Closes...

Right now, the present, was faintly reminiscent of another event that occurred in my past—my parents' divorce and their battle over custody of me. As soon as those words left Edward's impossibly flawless lips, it was unexpected that Emmett, Alice, and Jasper all took my side. Instead of Edward and Tanya's. Violence was almost inevitable as Emmett shot Edward a glare that sent shivers down my spine.

"You've got to be joking," Emmett said, his voice that was typically stereotyped as a jock's was filled with disbelief and shock. He took a step forward, his hands clenched into tight fists. Edward shook his head, watching Emmett with caution. "I'm quite serious."

Alice, standing next to me, clutched my hand. Jasper put his hands on either side of her shoulders protectively, carefully watching her reaction. My peripheral vision showed that her forehead was creased as she frowned. I turned my head to look at her. Alice usually was extremely vocal in these kinds of situations. But her silence scared me. Jasper looked at me, and as our eyes met, I could tell he was thinking the same thing.

Emmett continued to glare at Edward, Edward's face smooth and blank as he looked back at Emmett. Tanya shifted uncomfortably. As if he could tell that we were anticipating for him to continue, he opened his mouth, narrowing his eyes, as he shook his head back at Edward. His usual joking voice was filled with disgust and accusation.

"No. The Edward I know wouldn't pull some shit like this," Emmett glared, his eyes darting back and forth from Edward's face to Tanya's. "The problem is that you're not the Edward we know anymore. The Edward we know has been M.I.A. since you started dating her." Emmett pointed an accusing finger at Tanya. Tanya flinched.

"None of us want to admit it to your face, so since no one else will, I'll pick up the slack," Emmett continued, seemingly on a roll now. Jasper took a hesitant step from Alice toward Emmett, as if ready to restrain him in case he attacked. Alice's lips formed a hard line, all trace of frown disappearing from her forehead.

"We hate how you've been acting lately. Quiet, unpredictable, secretive. We don't want to say the reason out loud, but we have a pretty good idea why. You know how we feel about Tanya," Emmett's explanation was cold, steely. "You've been spending all your time with her. You're not fun anymore—you don't play video games, football, you don't hang out with us. You spend all your time playing whiny, broody songs on the piano." As soon as he mentioned Edward playing the piano, my eyes flashed to Emmett's face. For some reason, I felt like lunging at him. My instincts, molded by my strong emotions, told me to defend Edward. These were instincts that I now needed to ignore. I swallowed at the realization as I remained silent.

Tanya reached for Edward's hand, but as soon as she did, Edward's arms folded across his chest. I hated to admit it, but I was secretly pleased. These were feelings I should have nor want to have, I reminded myself silently. I realized Edward did not speak; instead the blank, unfeeling look remained on his face. It seemed to me as if he were remaining patient, waiting for Emmett to finish. But Emmett was far from finished.

"Honestly, man, the way you've been acting lately, I really want to kick your ass," Emmett said, and I felt a hysterical bit of laughter threatening to escape my lips. Everything at the moment felt surreal, but I knew they were happening. I felt like I would faint, but I knew I wouldn't. Just like I knew that Emmett would never lay a finger on Edward.

"Wait just a second—"

Our heads turned in surprise as Tanya tried to interrupt Emmett. Alice squeezed my hand as Emmett turned his head impatiently, staring at Tanya who stared back at him, first timidly, then with more confidence. "I never say this to girls. But you're an exception," Emmett said. "I don't want to hear it. Shut up." Edward stepped forward protectively, away from Tanya, his arms still crossed. "You're way out of line," he said in a low voice.

"Please," he added as an afterthought.

Edward wasn't impressed. "Emmett. Weren't you the one who encouraged this relationship?" he reminded him. I stared at the ground. Jasper tensed, staring at Edward. Blaming Emmett was the worst thing Edward could possibly do.

"I'm going above and beyond that. I'm having a relationship and actually keeping it," Edward continued, his voice stronger now. "Unlike yourself. Why can't you and everyone else accept that?" For the first time since he walked in with Tanya, Edward's eyes met Jasper's, Alice's, but not mine. Never mine, I thought to myself.

"If all of you aren't going to welcome Tanya, I guess I won't be welcome here any longer myself," Edward said bluntly. His green eyes seemed to flicker with regret.

And then it all seemed to happen so fast.

Emmett had lunged himself at Edward, fists clenched and raised, ready to beat the crap out of him, but Jasper caught him in the nick of time. Edward's eyes widened, frozen with shock. His eyes met mine for a split second before I felt Alice's hand slip from my own. She walked slowly; her usual dancer-walk, and grabbed Edward's hand. She stared up at him, and with a small shake of her head, began to lead him away from Emmett who continued to yell, "Jackass! If you had been around more instead of with this prissy bitch we wouldn't be total strangers to each other!" Alice and Edward continued walking, Alice leading him to the kitchen, Edward dazed.

"Sorry," Emmett said gruffly to Tanya, suddenly embarrassed. "I didn't mean it. I mean…" Tanya didn't answer, instead choosing to look away.

I looked up at Jasper and Emmett. Jasper gave me a quick, sheepish smile as Emmett calmed down, still glaring at Edward's retreating back. I gave a sideways glance to Tanya, looking confused and even guilty. I thought I saw her eyes brim with tears, but before I could analyze this even further, my name was called angrily.

"Bella." My eyes flew from Tanya's face to Emmett's. His eyes locked with mine as he spoke. "What the hell did you—" Tension rose in the room as Jasper let out a hard cough and nudged Emmett sharply in the ribs. "Ow," Emmett said, glaring at Jasper. "Never mind, then. I guess I'll ask you later."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Tanya stared at the floor. Jasper had let go of Emmett, sensing that he had calmed down, but Emmett folded his arms neatly across his chest, leaning against the wall. He sent hard looks between Tanya and I. I knew Emmett well. So why did I feel intimidated now, and slightly afraid?

The voices in the kitchen were low and muted, but they were there. Could Alice knock some sense into Edward, clear everything up? Explain to him things that I no longer could, now that we were mutually unattached?

As if he could read my mind, Emmett said, frustrated, "Couldn't you talk to him? It seems like the only thing that can possibly—"

"No." My voice was a flat line. Emmett stared at me.

"Why not?" he demanded slowly after an awkward pause. "You're the only one who seems to actually know what's going on with him lately. You're closer to him than any of us have been this summer, and—"

"Stop it, Emmett," I muttered, exasperated. My voice sounded so far away, tired and worn out, not an ounce of strength left to fight. My eyes were drawn to Tanya's face, her eyes narrowed and suspicious as she heard every word that came out of Emmett's mouth. I couldn't tell Emmett or Jasper anything with her here.

"Nothing is going on with him," Tanya said coolly, answering Emmett's question, as if she had every right to. And she did, in some way. "We're in a serious relationship, you know. People change. It happens. But I'm not moving in because this relationship is becoming more serious. I'm moving in because I have no place else to stay."

"How did this come about happening?" Jasper spoke up, his voice calm and soothing. "We thought you were staying with some relatives while your apartment was being fixed up."

"Construction can't be given the go ahead without Kate and Irina's consent. I haven't been able to contact them lately," Tanya said, her voice less hostile and gentler, as if Jasper's own voice had a calming effect on her. "And my relatives will be going out of the country. They can't bear the thought of me staying in a house alone."

"We can't bear the thought of you staying in this house," Emmett muttered under his breath so his words were barely audible.

The sounds of footsteps became louder as Alice and Edward approached up, Edward bringing up the rear. I had to hand it to Alice. She was a wonderful actress, but to anyone who knew her well, they could see through her pained smile and bright eyes, subtly glazed over with tears.

"Welcome, Tanya," Alice whispered, her fake smile wider now. "I hope you enjoy it here." Was is just me, or did the way she spoke sound like, "I hope you enjoy ruining our lives."? I mentally scolded myself for being a drama queen.

"Thank you," Tanya said, her voice tinged with surprise and anxiety. Edward moved to stand by her side, putting and arm around her shoulder. My heart lurched and I averted my eyes quickly. Keep it together, I thought to myself. Alice squeezed my hand and looked up at me, unsmiling. "I'm sorry, Bella. Would it be terribly inappropriate for me to ask if we continue packing as soon as possible?"

Before I could say anything, before my eyes could fill with tears and feelings of replacement could wash over me, Tanya interrupted. "Please forgive me. I didn't mean to intrude like this; take as much time as you want… I could stay in a hotel, actually."

"No," Edward told her firmly. "Until Bella is finished packing her belongings, you can stay in my room." I quickly covered up the small gasp that escaped my lips as Alice exhaled loudly. "No need to. Bella and I will finish up quickly. Won't we, Bella?"

I nodded, unsmiling. Emmett let out a cry of protest. "As soon as we let one tenant and a best friend leave, not to mention the daughter of the landlord, you find a replacement in your girlfriend…"

Jasper put an arm on Emmett's shoulder. "Come on, Emmett…" he said, trying to coax him into keeping silent. Emmett wasn't fazed. "You have some explaining to do," he said firmly, pointing a finger at Alice. "A lot, actually. And you," he continued, moving his pointed index finger to Edward. "I'm going to break your goddamn piano if…"

"Okay, okay, we all know what you do when you get mad," Jasper said, shaking his head. "Let's cool it, alright?" Emmett grumbled in response and followed Jasper out the room. Alice gave Edward a hard, last look and, arms folded, turned to Tanya. "I'll have to get you a copy of the house rules and guidelines. We'll also have to clear up with Charlie..." her sentence trailed off as she looked at me. "Never mind. I'll just give you the rules and everything and the cleaning assignments. Come with me…"

I panicked as Alice left the room with Tanya, leaving Edward and me alone. I counted to ten in my head, thinking. I didn't have anything to say to Edward. Tanya moving was beginning to make me see him in a different light. Of course I reminded myself that Tanya was his girlfriend. He couldn't have both of us. I wasn't going to stick around to see his and Tanya's relationship sizzle and fizzle once Edward found out how Tanya really felt.

As I made the decision to walk out the room, trying my best to slow down my breathing and to avert my eyes from Edward's, he spoke. "We need to talk." Strangely enough, with his words, I was able to move. I was walking away until he reached forward and grabbed my wrist, sending electric current running through my body.

"Say something," Edward whispered urgently, seeming unaware that his words melted my soul and made me lose my train of thought. "Anything." My heart started pounding wildly and I tilted my head up to look at him.

"There's nothing left to say," I said softly. "I can't pretend that nothing happened between us. I'm trying to forget about it. What can I do? What do you want me to do, Edward? I can't forget if you won't let me." Edward stared at me, his face blank, as if he were trying to see into my mind.

The footsteps grew louder as Alice returned with Tanya behind her. As soon as she saw Edward's hand on my wrist, her eyes widened. Edward and I looked at each other for split second before his hand slid down to my own for a moment. Edward dropped my hand as if he was shocked as he felt my engagement ring on my finger. My cheeks reddened as I realized I was still wearing it.

My hand fell to my side, and we looked back at Alice. She blinked back at us, saying, "Bella…"

I nodded. "Right. Let's get back to that packing." I looked up at Edward one last time before heading back to my room as Alice followed. As we left, I heard Tanya whisper to Edward, "Did something happen? What was that?"

"Nothing," Edward responded, his voice flat. And that's exactly what I wanted. What I hoped, or made myself hope, would continue—nothing.

-

Alice and I continued emptying the drawers in my room. I had to keep on eye on her—she couldn't resist the attempts to take the clothing from my hands and throwing it in the garbage instead of the suitcase, insisting, "I can buy you all new, good quality clothing! I know the best independent designer…"

We didn't talk about what she and Edward had talked about in the kitchen. I didn't want to bring it up in case it was a private matter. Emmett, however, had other ideas as he stormed into my room without even bothering to knock. "Spill it, shrimp," he grumbled as Alice and I looked up at him from where we were sitting on the bed, bewildered. "Why are you suddenly cool with this living situation? Tell me one reason why we have to just stand by and let it happen."

"Emmett," Alice said. "I'm lucky I even got this compromise to work out. Edward was going to leave." She picked up a shirt of mine that lay on the bed and started to button and unbutton it. "He was my first best friend. I've known him for so long, and I know he's not doing this to hurt anyone."

"He said this to you?" Emmett asked skeptically.

"Well, no," Alice shook her head. "But you don't know him like I do."

"I sure as hell don't," Emmett retorted. "I don't use my time to get to know jackasses."

"This jackass is your friend," Alice pointed out. She sighed. "And I think he'd start becoming less of a stranger to you if we just handled this situation… with class." Emmett grunted in response. I stared up at the ceiling. In another room, I could hear the sounds of a guitar being strummed.

"Jasper's writing another song," Emmett reported.

"Not about me," Alice replied automatically. She sighed again, and ran a hand through her hair. Emmett stared at her with a questioning look on his face. "Aren't you going to go and bug—I mean, ask him what it's about?"

"No," Alice replied softly. "Not this time."

There was a silence, and as Alice was preoccupied with her fingernails, Emmett did the awkward turtle. I stifled a laugh. Alice looked up, seeming to sense the situation. "Anyway, what was I saying before? Oh, right. Edward…" she looked at me as she said his name, and then suddenly changed the subject.

"I think it's time to tell Charlie the news," Alice murmured.

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly. "Everything's almost packed up anyway." Alice whipped took the phone on my desk out of its cradle and handed it to me. I used the number directory to call his number.

"Hello?"

I paused, taking a deep breath, trying not to freeze up. "It's me, Bella."

"Bella?" Charlie asked, his voice heavy with panic and some relief.

Another deep breath. Take it easy. "I'm coming home, Charlie. I mean, if that's okay with you," I whispered as an afterthought.

Charlie didn't exactly seem uncomfortable, since I knew he didn't quite know how to handle these kinds of situations. "That's great, Bells." I wanted to tell him everything right then, and there. Why I hadn't come and visited in a long time, or why I suddenly felt a soft spot for his new girlfriend, a soft spot that I didn't know would last or not. But Charlie spoke first. Instead of talking about the living arrangements, he asked when I would be leaving.

"Uh, I'm not sure. In a little while," I stammered, suddenly afraid. I wasn't sure if he had noticed my missing truck or not. He probably did. "I'll get, uh, Emmett or Alice or someone to help me." I didn't mention anything about being dropped off.

"Sure," Charlie agreed quickly, and I knew he didn't want to push anything on me too quickly. "Everything's ready for you. I'll see you in a little while."

I hesitated. "I love you, Dad."

"You too, kid," he said, embarrassed. I hung up the phone. Alice looked at me and smiled. "See, that wasn't that hard, was it?"

"No," I admitted. A lump was forming in my throat. I was tangled up in a large web of emotion nowadays. I wasn't surprised.

Emmett grinned. "Your monster of a truck has nothing on my jeep."

"I know," I mockingly sighed. "Your jeep is something else entirely."

-

The amount of belongings I had to bring over to Charlie's was minimal; Emmett, Jasper, and Alice took no time at all helping me get everything downstairs. As Jasper winked at me and picked up the last of the boxes, patting my shoulder, I stared at my empty room, the one where I had called "home" for countless summers when I was younger. It was the one room Charlie didn't change at all. I was grateful to him for that.

I folded my arms and leaned against the frame of the door, euphoria washing over me as I looked the room over, from my now empty bureau drawers, closet, etc… I didn't hear Alice appear at my side, touching my gently on the arm. "You okay?"

I laughed shakily. "I thought I'd be the one asking you if you were okay."

Alice stared into the distance. "I knew something like this would happen sooner or later. I shouldn't have told her that she could stay with us, that very first day you were here, when her house was set on fire. I feel like this is my fault," she shrugged, a helpless look on her face. I frowned. "Alice, this isn't your fault," I said firmly. "Don't blame yourself, please."

Alice smiled sadly, and then looked up at me. "Luckily, I have the perfect distraction."

I rolled my eyes again and sighed. "Alice," I repeated, "Charlie's place isn't too far away. We can visit whenever we want."

A small, wistful smile tugged at the corners of Alice's lips. "Actually, I don't think we can anymore." I stared at her. "What?" What could possibly occur now? I thought we had been through everything.

"Well, I'm probably being overdramatic," Alice laughed a small laugh. "But I start work on Monday."

"Alice," I practically shouted. "That's great! But… why so sudden? And without telling me?" I tried my best to act betrayed, but Alice saw right through me, laughing. "Well, I don't know, what with you working and not living here and all… I didn't know what else I'd do with my time," she replied, running a hand through her short hair.

Surprised, I unfolded my arms. "I got a job because I thought you'd be spending all your time with Jasper," I said, my voice mirroring my expression. Alice looked away. "To be honest with you, Bella… things aren't looking so good."

"What?" I whispered, afraid to ask. What did she mean? Why was the look on her face enough to make me doubt the one, real love I truly believed in?

Alice hesitated. "Bella…" She stared at me for a moment, appraising my nervous expression. "Look, I'll be turning eighteen in November," she shrugged, trying to shake it off. "And… well, I don't want to be one of those spoiled rich kids who never sees her parents, yet uses all their money." I opened my mouth in protest, but she continued.

"Well, I already am one… but before, I decided to milk it for all it was worth. I mean, obviously since I'm a minor I have to take what my parents give me…" Alice stumbled before becoming visibly frustrated. "You know what I mean! I want to be able to have some money. I don't want to depend on them or anyone else for me to get by in life."

I nodded slowly. It was a logical explanation—but I couldn't imagine Alice working anywhere, for just anyone. "So where will you be working? With one of those famous fashion designers you happen to know?" I tried to sound like I was joking and failed.

She smiled sheepishly. "I'm going to be a waitress at La Bella Italia?" It sounded more like a question than a statement. My eyes widened involuntarily, but I smiled in return. "That sounds great…"

"It really doesn't," Alice shook her head. "Can't I just have your job and slack off with Emmett all day?"

"Hey," I protested. "I actually do work, thank you very much! Besides, if I gave you my job, where would I work?"

Alice lifted my hand. "You can always pawn your engagement ring."

Together we stared at it, admiring the cluster of diamonds nesting beautifully on my ring finger. I had a sudden flashback as I saw Jacob's face, his eyes staring into my own as if I were the greatest person he'd ever known. I saw my own face, eyes brimming with tears, a well-lit smile on my face. Why couldn't I go back?

The real question was, did I want to? I let out a sudden gasp and Alice dropped my hand. "Sorry, Bells," Alice whispered. "I know it's still hard for you to look at it the same way I do." I shook my head, smiling. I took my hand in the other and slid the ring carefully off my finger, holding it between of thumb and forefinger for a moment.

"Alice…" Edward's voice called up the stairs as his footsteps followed. "Tanya went home to pack her things…" Alice turned, starting to go downstairs, but Edward had reached the top step before Alice could even descend. I turned around just as Edward froze at the top of the stairs, staring at me with the ring in my hand.

Silently I slipped passed him, putting the ring back on my finger as I turned my back on him and the second chance I had given up on.

-

I lingered at the door as Alice spoke to Edward in a low voice for a moment. I didn't bother to look back as Edward swiftly exited the room, his footsteps up the stairs audible. Alice turned to me and smiled. "I'm glad I'll be working," she whispered to me. "I don't think I'll be able to stand being in this house day in and day out with the girl that's supposed to be you."

"Alice," I sighed, "Don't say things like that. It doesn't make anything any easier."

"I know," Alice said with a coy smile. "But things change."

Jasper and Emmett turned around to look at us after much poking fun at my trunk and terrible jokes made by Emmett ("That's a lot of junk in its trunk"). "You ready?" Emmett asked me. Jokingly, his face crumpled into a frown. "I think I'm tearing up," he said, covering his hands with his face.

Jasper laughed. "Don't be a stranger, Bella," he said with a smile on his face. He looked at Alice. I saw Alice nod once, then look away from Jasper. I frowned. What was going on?

"Of course," I said in reply to Jasper's earlier comment.

Suddenly the sounds of the beautiful grand piano in the attic flew through the house, making me involuntarily shiver. This was my song. Edward had told me once that he worked on songs for everyone in his spare time. I had never known he had finished my song, nonetheless heard it before. But I just knew it was.

The song was beautiful. The notes flew through my imagination, forming pictures in my head, sounding as familiar as the feeling I had when I rode a bike. It came back to me so easily. Sad, low notes were overpowered by happy ones. My eyes closed and only flew open when Emmett coughed awkwardly. Alice lightly touched my arm.

"Time to go," she told me, dancing down the steps. I walked to my trunk, opening the door, before I took one last look at the house. Don't be silly, I thought to myself. Of course you're going to be back here again. As my eyes filled with tears, I thought the contrary. I shook my head, trying to shake myself from going on a crying jag, and it worked. I smiled painfully as I got into the cab; Emmett followed and appeared at my window.

"Keep your head up," he smiled at me. "And don't beat yourself up too hard. Things were bound to change." He shrugged before grinning again. "I'll see you at work." He tapped the roof of the truck twice before going back to where Alice and Jasper stood.

Before I could pull away, I stared up at the house yet again, not wanting to leave. Then I caught a glimpse of her. Rosalie was staring out her window, her blond hair tousled, eyes red and swollen. One arm was wrapped around her shoulder while she peeked through the curtain with the other. Before I could nod or even raise my hand to wave, she disappeared.

As I pulled away, my song was still playing. The melody flew straight through my body and into my heart. I looked back in the rearview mirror, Emmett with one arm around Alice's shoulder, waving with the other. Just as they were disappearing from view, Alice lowered her head, and hesitantly reached for Jasper's hand.

I hadn't realized the music stopped until I swore I could see another figure, another person appearing behind Alice, Jasper, and Emmett, almost as if he were running after me. He stopped short when he realized I was going, going, gone… and irreversible change.

-

"Bella…" Charlie said as he opened the door, standing on the front porch as I slammed the driver door and stared up at his never-changing figure. "Welcome… er, thank you…" Charlie stumbled over his words, and I raised a hand, shaking my head. "It's fine."

I looked nervously over his shoulder, and then remembered I was looking for someone I wouldn't find here anymore. I flushed as I remembered Helena telling me that she and Charlie had taken a break. I started toward the back of the truck, removing my belongings and feeling thankful they hadn't been wrecked but a surprise rainstorm due to come any minute now.

Charlie followed, carrying two boxes and carrying them into the house, as he spoke. "It's great to have you back, kid." I nodded as I followed, wheeling a suitcase and another box behind me. He led the way upstairs to a room, about the same size as the one in the old house had been. A freshly made bed, a bureau, a desk, a braided rug and a mirror made up the main components of my new room.

"I didn't ask Helena to do any of the eccentric things she proposed," Charlie said, almost apologetic as he saw my face, which wasn't the least bit surprised. "I knew retro wasn't exactly your style…" There was an awkward silence as I just nodded, setting the suitcase and box next to my bed, ready to retrieve the next and final batch. As soon as we were finished putting those into my room, I wasn't sure if Charlie would leave me to unpack and get settled.

"Let's go downstairs," he motioned for me to follow him. "We need to talk." He sounded about as nervous as I felt. I knew serious conversations like these weren't exactly our forte. We walked into the kitchen, sitting down at the table, just two of the four chairs set around it.

As we sat down, I took a deep breath as I thought this would be the perfect time to explain to him why I'd been gone for so long, and to explain that I wasn't exactly as angry as I was with him before about Helena.

Charlie clasped his hands tightly together on the table as he angled himself toward me on the chair. I sat on a chair next to him, feeling nervous already. I started to bounce my leg up and down, something that I had never done before. Surprised, I stopped as I pushed back a lock of hair behind my shoulder.

"So, how are Alice and everyone?" Charlie blurted out. Taken aback, I realized he wanted to ease into the serious topics by starting with something light. I smiled nervously. "They're fine. Alice recently got a job." Charlie tilted his head curiously. "Alice, eh? The belle of Forks? Well, good for her. I always knew she was a strong girl."

I frowned in confusion, and took a deep breath. I might as well cut to the chase, making it less painful for the both of us. "Look, Charlie… there's a reason why I haven't seen you in so long… and I'm so sorry…" My eyes filled up with tears as I stuttered and stumbled over my words. I wiped away a few tears before they could fall, taking another deep breath before Charlie interrupted me.

"Bella, if this is to apologize about the… distance… between us, there is no need," Charlie said, his usual gruff voice surprisingly gentle. "I received a call about two and a half weeks ago, explaining everything. Now, the only person left to apologize is me. I'm sorry about Helena, I know I should've told you, and I know it came out as a bit of a shock, but—"

I froze, my heads swarming with a million possibilities. "Wait, Dad," I interrupted, frowning. Had Alice or Emmett or even… Edward called Charlie and told him about Jacob and everything that had happened? "Who called you…? And what did they say?" I swallowed, prepared for Charlie to start yelling at me for the mistakes I had made. It was probably Alice who told him.

"Jacob Black, Bella. Your boyfriend."

-

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