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Author's Note

I'm incredibly sorry for the delay in getting these chapter's to you. I'm a horrible person, I know that. It's just that I've been really sick lately, you know the deal: puking, fever, coughing up lungs (apparently I have many), and generally feeling like crap.

And that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!!!

Well, Finding Someone is coming to an end soon, I know!! I feel like crying, too. But it will be a good, nice few last chapters. The kind of nice that makes you smile on the inside.

Also

Who here has seen the picture of the Cullen family on Stephenie Meyer's site???

Robert Pattinson actually looks like Edward!!!!

And...

Who has read the excerpt from The Host? I died while reading it. That's another excuse for my lack of updating.

Disclaimer

I own nothing of the genius work of Stephenie Meyer. Not Twilight, or New Moon, nor Eclipse, and especially not Breaking Dawn (August 2nd!!! AHHHHHH!!). But it's okay, I'm working through the depression that it causes me. I'm on a twelve-step program. Although it isn't helping.

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Finding Someone

Chapter 13

Avery P.O.V.

The past week since the incident was absolutely and undeniably the best week that I have ever had. Jacob and I had grown closer from working at the diner, and spending the majority of that time, and the time when we weren't working, talking and laughing, and he even asked me to go to the fair that Jarbidge has every year in the middle of summer. Also, the fact that Wes didn't press charges because of some short-term memory loss helped too.

And the best part of the situation was that I had gotten up the courage a few day ago to go to the hospital, where Wes was being held for a few days for observation, to break up with him. I felt really safe doing it this time more than the last time for a couple reasons.

Reason Number One

He was still a little loopy from the morphine that the doctors gave him that forced him to be really out of it. So out of it that I'm not entirely sure that he fully understood what I was saying to him.

Reason Number Two

Jacob was standing right outside of the door. If anything really bad did happen, I had the comfort that comes with knowing that the person who put the your boyfriend in the hospital in the first place, was about eight feet away from you and won't hesitate to cause more injuries to him.

It helps.

I was having a bubble fight with Jacob in the back of the diner's kitchen while we were supposed to be washing dishes, when I heard the door of the diner open and saw Wes coming in. From where I was standing, he looked pretty, well, calm. Something I haven't really seen for a very, very long time.

I looked to Jacob, and he smiled encouragingly at me, his eyes telling me to do what was best. If only I knew what that was.

Well, doing what I thought was best, I walked out of the kitchen, Jacob behind me, just in case this took a turn for the worst.

Once Wes saw me, he did something that I found scarier than anything that he has ever done to me. He hugged me with a smile on his face.

I was terrified.

"Wes? What are you doing?" I asked, too stunned to have much success in struggling to force my way out of his hold.

"I'm hugging my girlfriend, silly." Silly? I don't think that was in his vocabulary.

"Um, Wes? I broke up with you a couple days ago." And I did. I went to see him at the hospital. Probably not the best time and place to break up with your boyfriend, especially when he is on morphine.

"You were serious about that?" He asked, clearly stunned as he looked at me, confused. I took the opportunity and shrugged out of his grasp.

"Of course I meant it, why would I joke about something like that?"

The confusion left his eyes and he glanced at Jacob, who was standing protectively a few feet behind us, and the anger I knew all too well returned.

He is so cute when he wants to beat someone up, I thought to myself. My mind wanders to Jacob a lot these days.

"Avery, my I talk to you, alone?" He sneered, emphasizing the last word for Jacob's benefit. I saw Jacob visibly tense up at his words.

"N-No," I stammered. It was quiet, barely a whisper, and I stuttered, but I got it out. Which is a definite improvement from past attempts.

"What did you say to me?" His voice was full of malice as he said this and gripped my upper arm tightly.

Jacob came up to him, grabbing his arm, and forcing it off of me with what appeared like minimal effort. "I suggest you leave now." Jacob looked positively terrifying as he tried to remain calm.

"What are you going to do about it if I don't?" He challenged.

"I'll give you another concussion before I shove you through a window."

"I'm not afraid of you," Wes said, but the look on his face and the fear in his eyes told a different story.

"Really? Because you should be."

With that, Wes went flying out of the door, deeply frightened by Jake's threat.

I looked around the diner, and found no one staring at us, like nothing ever happened. And that works for me. I pushed my face into Jacob's chest and sighed, glad that the confrontation with Wes was finally over.

DING DONG THE WES IS DEAD

WHICH OLD WES?

THE WICKED WES!

DING DONG THE WICKED WE IS DEAD!!!

Well that's the end with that chapter. Yay me!! (clap clap)

NOT THE END

THERE ARE A FEW MORE CHAPTERS LEFT!!!

REVIEW IF YOU LIKE HUGS, COOKIES, JACOB, EDWARD, THE CULLEN MEN/WOMEN (DEPENDING ON YOU PREFERENCE), WISH THAT JACOB REALLY DID GIVE WES ANOTHER CONCUSSION, OR WANT THE AFORE MENTIONED HUGS AND/OR COOKIES DELIVERED BY EDWARD, JACOB, AND/OR THE CULLEN MEN/WOMEN (ONCE AGAIN, DEPENDING ON YOU PREFERENCE).

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