Disclaimer: Twilight's still not mine. But Anthony still is. D

A/N: Okay, I wrote this, so I decided to put it up. I did get a couple of reviews [thanks a TON! But this story will only keep going as long as you guys want it, so let me know. And let me know if it gets too predictable/boring. Another big thing I need: would you like to see a chapter in Edward's point of view? I can't guarantee where he'd be telling the story from, that would just all depend. But would you like that? Please let me know. And for those of you wanting to see Anthony, he'll be around before long, so don't worry. And yes, he's a cutie! )

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When we entered Charlie's new apartment, it felt wrong. The big furniture was already there; Jacob and Sam Uley, from the pack, had taken it over in Sam's truck and set it up for Charlie. But it didn't look right. I couldn't justify seeing Charlie's couch, Charlie's table, Charlie's TV, all of Charlie's stuff…in this…place.

"Something wrong, Bells?" Jacob asked, slipping an arm around me. He and Sam had been lounging on the couch, waiting for us.

"Oh, no. It's nothing," I said with the best smile I could manage. He looked unconvinced.

I shifted myself so that our bodies were pressed together and wrapped my arms around his waist. That was how I had to hug him, since he was so tall.

"Bella…what is it? You're no good at keeping secrets."

I looked up at him. "I'm just a little taken aback by this move, I guess. It's weird seeing all of Charlie's stuff here, in this strange apartment."

He looked down, his eyes meeting mine. We both smiled, and then he nodded.

"I can understand that."

Of course you can, that's the truth. The whole truth, I thought to myself.

It wasn't as if I was lying to Jacob. Seeing Charlie's stuff here was bothering me. It's just that...other things…were bothering me, too.

I pulled away from Jacob then. I had to help Charlie get his boxes up here and unpacked.

Not more than ten minutes later, I was in Charlie's room, pulling his bed set out of a box. I glanced out the window and noticed that, for the time being, it wasn't raining. I made my way over and assessed the view.

To my surprise, it was a fantastic view. Charlie's window looked over the forest. What a shock; Forks was surrounded by forests. But this part of the forest didn't look quite normal. I soon realized why.

As I looked out over the trees, I found that there was a big gap in the forest. I knew what was located in that gap.

It was the house.

It was their house.

Suddenly, the urge to see it overcame me. I had to go. I just had to see that house again, had to know it was still there, had to make sure it was just how I remembered. Had to know this wasn't in my mind.

I recognized this urge. I'd had it before, a lot, right after he'd left. But I knew that actually following through would only hurt more. I'd really come close once, in fact. But I was younger then, and overcome by pain.

The pain hadn't disappeared, but it had lessened over time, and I knew that I could take it now, seeing that house. And I had to see the house. I couldn't explain or justify how strongly I felt about this, I just knew I had to do it.

I rushed out of the bedroom and straight to the hallway. I was almost to the stairwell when I heard a door burst open from down the hall.

"Bella! Bella, where in the world are you going in such a hurry?" Jacob's voice was booming.

Jacob. Crap. I'd forgotten that Jacob was still there.

That did bring up quite a predicament.