Disclaimer: This idea is mine, but the characters…well, the characters belong to Ms. Stephenie Meyer. Except Anthony. Still mine[and still not in the story. sorry about that. within the next two chapters, though!

A/N: Yes, it's chapter four. It's a little longer than the others have been, I think. In any case, I hope you like it. It's probably not my best, but bear with me. Let me know if you want more. If you do, I'll gladly write it up for you. XD

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I slowly looked up to meet Jacob's glance. I was caught, and I couldn't think of an excuse fast enough. I knew I couldn't tell him the truth; he'd be furious, not to mention hurt. It wasn't my intention to hurt him. I didn't want to do that.

When my eyes finally found Jacob's, I could see that his were full of confusion. Mine, I'm sure, were full of terror. His face softened and he made his way down the hall toward me.

"Oh, Bells, I know it's hard." He said softly, wrapping his arms around me and stroking my hair.

I didn't say anything. I didn't move. I had a feeling he wasn't talking about Edward. There was no way that he was, actually. But I wasn't quite sure what he was talking about, so I kept stiff and quiet and hoped his next words would give me a hint.

He continued to stroke my hair. I fell into his hug then, and let my tears of anguish flow, hoping that maybe that would inspire him to say more.

"Don't cry, Bells. Oh, honey, please don't cry. I know this is a big change for you. I know how much you hate change…it's going to be okay, Bells."

Aha! I thought to myself. He thought I was still really upset about the move. I decided to milk this moment for all it was worth. I scolded myself for being so deceitful, but I didn't have time to dwell on that now.

"It's just so weird, Jacob. It's just so weird…" I wasn't lying. My urge to go visit the house…it was weird.

I raised my head up to find Jacob's eyes boring straight through mine. He smiled a little and leaned down to press his lips to my forehead.

"Don't worry, Bella. It's going to take some getting used to, but it will be fine, I promise."

I feigned a smile and nodded a little. "Thanks, Jake. You always know just what to say."

He released me from his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Where were you going, anyway?"

I winced, then quickly untwisted my face and prayed that Jacob hadn't seen me do it. This was the hard part, the part where I had to lie to him.

"Um…I don't know, really."

There, that wasn't so bad. You didn't completely lie, I tried to convince myself. He examined my face and nodded.

After a few moments of silence, he sighed and slid down to the floor. I moved against the wall and did the same. I leaned my head on his broad shoulder.

"I love you, Jacob Black."

"And I love you."

"I'm sorry."

He gently cupped a hand around my chin and moved my head so that I was looking at him. "Don't be silly. What could an angel like you possibly have to be sorry for?"

I sighed. "I blew this out of proportion."

"Oh, Bella. Don't say that. It's okay. I know you're upset."

I nodded slightly, and sighed again. "I just don't know what I'm going to do."

Then, with his hand still cupping my chin, Jacob pulled my face close to his. Our lips met and moved in sync for a few moments in a passionate kiss. When I finally pulled away, my distress was almost completely gone. Jacob was good for me in that way.

"I know what you're going to do."

"Do you, now?" I countered. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes.

"Yes, I do." In one quick movement, he was on his feet, and in another, I was in his arms, bridal style.

"Jacob! What are you doing?!" I squealed.

"Mrs. Black, you're coming with me."

I smiled. "Just where are we going, Mr. Black?"

He grinned impishly down at me as he started down the stairs.

"Home."

I liked the idea of that.

"But…Charlie?"

"He'll understand. Actually, he's not even here right now. He had to go back to the house. I guess he left a picture frame on his dresser, or something. Must have been important, because he ran out in a frenzy."

"Oh. So…what are we going to do when we arrive at this…home place?" I tried to play stupid.

His impish grin never faded.

"Ah, I can't give anything away. You'll just have to wait and see. Who knows? Emily won't be bringing the kids back from Seattle until this evening. We've got all the time in the world."

By that time, we'd reached the car. Jacob set me down on the ground and opened my door for me. Always a gentleman, my Jacob. I smiled and got in, more grateful than ever for Jacob, my best friend, my distraction, my healer…my husband.

Once we were on our way back to La Push, though, I felt that strange urge sneaking back in. I tried to push it away, but with the urge came all the memories. I tried to fight them, but found that I couldn't. Instead, I succumbed to them.