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Sorry I didn't update sooner. But I have been writing more!! It's getting to the end—hehehe.

Chapter 16 (Bella's POV)

"Where were you this morning?" Edward asked. We were sitting outside, the school day finally over.

"Uh, the tractor broke down. I had to fix it." I replied, half listening.

"Why couldn't the farmhands fix it their selves?" He asked, persistent.

"Edward." I said, in a warning/pleading tone. "Would you know how to fix it?"

He grumbled, "No."

"Exactly." I said, hopefully ending the conversation.

Nope, he had to start up again. "Where's your truck?"

That made me straighten up. "CRAP! I have to get to Emily's!!!"

Edward stood up, offering me a hand which I happily took. "Well, let's go."

We got in his Volvo, the first time I actually rode in it. "Nice car."

"Thanks." He said back. "So, I saw Mike walking around bowlegged. It was after lunch I recall. You came that time. Do you know what happened?"

He glanced over at me, smirking. I replied. "I don't know. Maybe he was being his usual self."

"Hmm. And you're wearing boots. Bet that made it hurt even more." He laughed. I joined and we soon reached the house. But I didn't see Blackie. I got out of the car, wondering what happened to him.

I went to the door and knocked. I heard footsteps and the door opened to reveal Quil. What was he doing here?

"Um, hi." I said, shortly. "Is Emily here?"

Quil looked at me and said, "Yeah. Let me get her." He shut the door, hard. Emily came outside, not inviting me in. What was up with this!

"Uh, your horse should be back in a minute. They just took it to walk him around." She said nervously.

"Who?" I asked. She said 'they' which made me wonder who.

"What?"

"Who took the horse?" I asked again, getting angry.

"Ummmm, Sam. And…..Jake." She bit her lip, and then looked over my shoulder. "OH! There they are! I'll talk to ya later, sweetie!" She took off into the house. Once she was gone, I turned to see Sam leading Blackie around. But no Jake.

"Thanks, Sam. For letting him stay here." I said, taking the reins.

"No problem. She got spooked once or twice, but no worry." He said, in his calm easy tone. It was kinda annoying, he was always at peace. But some people have it, some people don't.

"Alright, well thanks." I mounted up, and waved to Edward, who was waiting in the driveway. He had to be home, his family were all going out to eat tonight. "Bye, Sam."

"Bye. Be safe!" He said quickly, before entering the house. I looked through the windows and did a double take. Not only was Quil there, but Embry and Jake and the rest of the guys that were always with Sam-Jared and Paul. All of them were sitting at the table, laughing. Jake looked over to me and went still, not smiling or joking anymore. I kicked the horse and took off. I didn't stop the horse's quick pace until I was almost at my house. My tears were dried from the ride. I stayed in the stable for an hour before going in.

"You okay? You didn't get hurt or anything, did ya?" Charlie asked, the second I got in.

I realized he was talking about being hurt by the horse. I replied in a monotone, "No. I didn't have any problems with the horse. He was fine."

"Did-did something happen with Edward and you?" He was taken back with my tone.

"No, we're fine. Perfect."

"Then what?" He asked confused.

"Jake." Recognition dawned on his face.

"Well, just leave him alone. He'll be fine. You do have Edward after all." He left me alone in the kitchen.

"It's not just Jake, but Embry and Quil too!" I said to his back.

"At the same time?" He asked.

"Yeah, they just started avoiding me two weeks ago. Saying they can't be my friends anymore." I wasn't going to cry. I wasn't going to cry. "But then I saw all of them at Emily and Sam's house after school today and they were laughing and I-I just—"

I ran to my room, doing what I wasn't going to do. Cry. They had been my friends all throughout childhood and school. Though all three were a grade below, they were still my best friends.

But apparently not anymore. Not anymore. I went out my window and to my truck, now free to move around. The semi-trucks were still here, nothing set up though. Guess they were waiting closer to the day. I drove around the fields, until I came to a stop by the lake. Where Edward and I had gone swimming. I turned off the truck and went to sit by the edge, dipping my feet in after taking off of boots and socks.

I stayed there, even after the sun set. I felt relaxed, but the feeling soon ended when I felt someone watching me. I turned and looked around, but saw nothing. I looked into the far woods, but again, didn't see anything. I got up, not bothering to put on my boots, when I heard a howl, awfully close. I ran to the truck, starting it and peeling out. I didn't have my shotgun with me, for I always kept it in the stables.

By the time I was at the house, I was dead tired. I could barely walk. But, I drug my feet into my house, and to my room. I plopped on the bed, but sleep was not coming easy tonight. I had too many things on my mind. After an hour of sleep deprivation, I got my phone out and looked to see eleven missed calls. Five from Edward and five from Charlie. The last one surprised me-Rosalie.

It was only about eleven o'clock, so I called her, seeing what she wanted.

"Hello?" I heard her voice, over loud music.

"Hi, Rosalie? You called?" I didn't say it too nicely.

"Um, yeah. Hold on." The music quieted and I could barely hear it as she spoke again. "Uh, Bella? Still there?"

"Yeah."

"I-I wanted to ask you something." She sounded uncertain. Hmmm. Interesting.

"Go on." I pushed her.

"Well, I was wondering if-if…"

"What Rosalie?" I nearly growled.

"If you could help me get Emmett back." She said quickly.

I didn't think I heard her right, "What?!"

She sighed, "Can you help me get Emmett back? I-I don't know who else to ask."

"Uh, why not ask him?" I said, astonished.

"Who?" She asked, clearly confused.

"Emmett?" I giggled. "I'm sure if you ask him….he misses you Rosalie. Deeply."

"I know, but-" She paused. "But what if he doesn't want me back? After all the things I did and said to him, what if-"

"Rosalie?"

"Yes?"

"Have you even seen him?" After all, he wasn't really his cheerful, funny loving self.

"Yes. But, every time I do, he's looking like he wants to kill me." She said ashamed.

"Yeah. Probably." Before she could retort, I went on. "But, why not just talk to him?"

"I don't know." She exhaled, "What would I say?"

"The truth. You miss him. You need him. You love him." I said it simple.

"But, would you help me?" She asked, "Can you be there? Just in case?"

"Uh, I don't know, I—"

"PLEASE?!?!?!" She wailed. "PLEASE!!!! YOU HAVE TOO! I CAN'T STAND IT WITHOUT HIM!!!! YOU HAVE TOO!!! PLEASE!!!!!!"

"Okay!!! Okay!! Just calm down." Jeez! She was crying like a banshee! "We just might not want Edward there. He won't be too helpful."

She sniffed loudly, "Yeah, he'll make it worse. He hates me."

I laughed. "No he doesn't."

"Yes. He does. You've never heard one of our fights."

"Edward loves debate. Just not bruises he gets from you." Hmm, shouldn't have said that.

"HEY! He totally deserves them!!" She yelled into the phone.

"Okay!!! Calm!!!" I said again, hopefully bringing a soothing peace to the conversation.

"So, are you going to help me?"

"Yeah. Tell me when." I gave in, grudgingly.

"THANK YOU!! THANK YOU!!!" She said, happy now. "Okay, come over right now. Everybody else is in the city. Emmett and I stayed."

"Okay. See ya in ten." I hung up, now revived and awake from my conversation. My ear was hurting from her screaming and wailing. I rubbed it while writing a note to Charlie, saying where I was.

Rosalie quickly pulled me in, not even allowing me time to knock.

"He's in the living room." She whispered as we turned the corner. Sure enough, there he was, playing video games. She said loudly, "Look who's here! Bella!"

She was too happy to see me and Emmett turned around, looking weirdly at us both, "When have you started liking Bella?"

"Thanks, Emmett. Make me feel loved." I pulled from Rosalie's grasp and dropped dead on the couch.

"Sorry. But um- what are you doing here?" He smiled, "Here to see me? Because, I know Edward told you he was going to be gone."

"Yep, actually I am." I sat up straight, wanting to get to the point. I looked over at Rosalie and her eyes widened.

"I-uh-I got to go." She left the room, leaving us in silence.

"Okay." He watched Rosalie run out of the room. "What's going on?"

"Like you said, I'm here to see you." I said, losing my focus. I was getting sleepy again.

"Why?"

"Rose asked me."

"WHY!?!" Emmett recovered from his outburst. "I mean, why?"

"She wants you back." I watched his face, surprise covering his features.

"What?" He asked flabbergasted.

"She didn't know how to get you back, if you wanted her back, so she called me." I shook my head, still wondering-Why ME?

"Weird." He agreed, at me shaking me head.

"Very." I let my head fall on the back of the couch. "You can go talk to her."

He ran out of the room, leaving me in the quiet, non-noisy room. Letting sleep take over.