(A/N:) Heya! I decided to add another chapter. There may be more to come after this...

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The next day, when Jacob was sitting on his bed eating Cheetos and watching Bob the Builder, mainly because he had nothing better to do, Bella intruded once more upon his personal space.

"Hey by-atch, I thought I told you not to come back!" he exclaimed in a very annoyed tone. "And you're blocking the screen," he added as an afterthought.

"Oh, sorry," Bella muttered. "Is this the episode where Bob saves the tractors from a bad case of the measles?" she asked curiously.

"Yep," he replied happily. "It's my favorite."

Bella rolled her eyes again, mainly because she couldn't think of anything cooler to do.

"I am very gloomy today," she announced, looking once more at his immensely hideous carpet.

"Hey!" Jacob yelled at the ceiling. "It's not hideous!"

Oops. You could hear that?

"You betcha," he muttered darkly. "What were you saying?" he asked Bella.

"I said that I'm very gloomy today. Don't you men ever listen?" she snapped in a tone that seemed somewhat angry.

"What?" Jacob said. "Sorry, I was just watching the part where Bob makes out with that one tractor thingie."

"Ooh, really?" Bella asked curiously, mainly because she couldn't think of another tone to ask it in, and peered at the screen hypnotically.

"Wow," she muttered. "He's getting a bit of tongue in there." She turned to Jacob.

"Do tractors have tongues?" she asked.

"I don't know," he muttered. "Why don't you leave, so you can go find out," he hinted.

"You don't want me around?" she asked mournfully, her big, beautiful, golden eyes filling with tears.

"Stupid bloodsucker," Jacob muttered. "Vampires can't cry."
"Oh, yeah," Bella said. "I guess that plan was foiled."

"Anyway, you smell like you've rolled around in rat poison. Get out before I die from the horrible fumes," he over exaggerated, waving his pillow in front of his face like a fan. However, he didn't achieve the suave look he was going form because he accidentally hit him self in the face with it. Unfortunately, the pillow was the exact same shade as his carpet, and just as dirty.

"Ew," Jacob moaned, chucking the pillow across the room. It flew through the open door, and hit Billy, knocking him and his wheelchair down a flight of very long stairs.

"Damn," Jacob muttered. "I thought this was a one story house."

"It is," Bella announced in a mysterious voice. "I wonder where those came from."

"Shouldn't you go see if Billy is all right?" she asked worriedly, peering at his crumpled form.

"Nah," Jacob shrugged, and shoved the rest of the Cheetos in his overly large mouth.

"Can I have some?" Bella asked meekly. Jacob stared at her weirdly.

"Vampires don't eat either," he said slowly, as if she was a child.

"Oh yeah," Bella said surprisedly. "I keep forgetting."

"Stupid," Jacob murmured, and made a 'shoo shoo' motion with his hands. "Get out," he said crabbily.

"Fine," Bella sniffed again. "But I will be back," she warned, waving her finger under his nose, and jumped out the window.

"Blerghhghg," Billy mumbled at the bottom of the steps.

"Shut up old man!" Jacob called. "This is the good part!"