Woo, Chappie Two!

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Scarlet's POV

"You can't be serious, Scar." Jacob said in disbelief as we ascended the steps to my house.

I looked back at him in all seriousness. "I am one-hundred percent serious, Jacob Black. There is no way the Green Lantern can survive on Earth with the sun out because the yellow would totally drain him of power and kill him in the end, so it's completely illogical for him to live anywhere near the sun, including Earth." I walked past the living room to the kitchen and grabbed two water bottles from the fridge.

I tossed him the other water bottle then we both ascended the stairs to my room. "Okay, now it's starting to make sense." He furrowed his brow in concentration as he tossed his backpack next to mine, beside my desk, and sat on the end of my bed. "Okay, now I get it. You got a gift of logistics, Scar." He said, gulping half the water there.

I smacked him on the back of the head as I pulled out my desk chair. "Stop bull shitting, Jake." I pulled my jacket off and threw it in his face.

I cracked up laughing as it framed his head in black and white stripes and little lace animal ears at the top of my hood. He tried to scowl at me but he cracked a smile at the end and joined me in chuckles of his own. He pulled it off and threw it on my lamp in the corner of the room. I stopped my fit of giggles when the front door clicked open. "Hey, Scar-Scar?" I heard Bella yell.

I glanced at Jacob, who looked a little too happy that Bella was here. I frowned slightly as the thought of Bella in a white wedding dress standing next to Jacob at the altar passed through my mind. I shook my head slightly to clear it before answering her. "Up here." I leaned back in my desk chair and propped my feet on the bed.

I heard her pad up the steps and make her way to my room. She peeked her head in before leaning against the doorframe. "Hey." She smiled that brilliant smile of hers. Bella never thought it but she really was beautiful and… well, it made me jealous. I guess you can call her the pretty one of the sisters while I'm the athletic tomboy. But hey, I like shopping and I have a descent sense of style. "Hey, some friends of mine and I are going to be studying down in the living room if you guys want to hang out and we can help with anything you need."

Before I could say anything, Jacob jumped the gun. "Sure. I could use help in math." He grinned up at her. Bella was so ignorant to his feelings that it broke my heart to watch her be so stupid when she had a great guy right in front of her, willing to make her the happiest girl on the planet and she's blind to it all. But, alas she just continued to smile at us as she walked back down the stairs. I sat there for a moment, completely stunned and a little hurt.

Jacob would rather hang with my sister than with me.

He gathered up his stuff and stood up. He waited for me to stand but I was still in thought. "Scar." He said softly. I looked up at him expectantly, his warm brown eyes shined with his smile. "C'mon." I gave him a pathetic smile and reluctantly stood up, grabbed my bag and books and begrudging started down to the living room. What I really wanted to do was curl up in my room and cry to myself.

We entered the living room to a bunch of giggles. Bella was sitting on the couch with two other girls. This wasn't like Bella. She wasn't the social butterfly. Neither of us were. That's what we got from Charlie. We had few close friends and then those that we talked to every now and then, like acquaintances. But this was very un-Bella behavior, to be talking and giggling like a giddy schoolgirl. Jacob and I took up post the opposite side of the coffee table from the giggling juniors. Bella looked up, as did the other girls. Bella smiled as one of the other girls did. The last one just looked at us in almost a snobby "Who the hell are they?"

"Ang, Jess, this is my little sister Scarlet and her friend Jacob." Bella introduced.

Ah, yes. Now I recognize them. Angela Weber and Jessica Stanley. Angela I liked- even if I've never talked to her- but Jessica, I did not like. I mean I got nothing against her, but the woman wont. Shut. Up!

She just talks and talks and talks and talks! "Hey." I nodded before resting against the wall and pulling out my chemistry homework, Jacob doing the same. It was around six when I took Jake back to his house since he drove my car to pick me up.

When I got back to the house, Bella was escorting Jessica and Angela out. "So, we're still on for shopping this Saturday, right?" Jessica's big mouth flapped. I stood by the stairs, putting my keys up and hanging my jacket in the coat closet. I was caught off guard by that and listened intently to her answer because Bella had promised that we would hangout Saturday as a "girl's day".

Bella glanced nervously at me and back at Jessica. "Umm…"

Jessica sighed audibly as Angela stood behind her silently. "Bella! C'mon, Port Angeles is calling us. We have to go! This is going to be fun!" I rolled my eyes and held back a scuff.

Bella did the glancing again and turned back to Jessica. "Uh, yeah. Yeah just pick me up at nine." I didn't see Bella's face but the look on Jessica's was hideous with the amount of excitement she had. They left and Bella shut the door and walked toward me. "Scar…" she tried to console me but I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, peering inside but not looking at anything as long as I didn't have to look at her. "Scar, please look at me and tell me what's wrong."

I pursed my lips and grabbed the milk. "Nothing's wrong," Was my amazing reply as I walked to the pantry and grabbed the Lucky Charms.

I made my bowl of cereal and leaned against the counter as I ate. Bella leaned against the counter opposite me and crossed her arms, her eyes full of worry and guilt. "Scar, I'm sorry… I… I'm trying to make friends and Jessica and Angela are great people, really! It's just…" she struggled to find the right words to basically dump me.

She was still trying to find them when I cut her off. "Look… I'm not mad Bell-Bell. I just…" Great now I'm struggling for words. "It's just that I haven't seen you for five years and… and I just want a day where we can just hang. Ya know?" I wasn't good with words and neither was Bella when it came to touchy moment like these. Another Charlie trait. Damn him. "But if you want to go shopping with your friends then we can just find another day to be together. We have a while." We both smiled.

"Thank you." I set my bowl down as she hugged me. "You're the best little sister in the world."

I grinned. "I know."

Our hug-fest was interrupted by Charlie walking in the door. "Girls? You home?"

We broke apart as Bella called back, "We're in the kitchen."

"Geez, talk about sexist." I muttered. Bells cracked a grin as Charlie walked in the kitchen. Bella turned and we both smiled at him. "We were just starting dinner." Bella said as I inconspicuously scooted my cereal behind me. Dad doesn't like it when I eat anything before dinner.

"Oh, okay. Well… I'll go and get changed and come back down when it's ready, I guess." He mumbled as he walked away to put his gun away.

"Make sure to put the safety on that thing. I don't want it going off in the night again." I called after him and shook my head as his chuckle flitted in the room. "What is he going to do without us?"

Bells grinned and we set off to make dinner.

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"So, she went to Port Angeles, for what?" Jacob asked as I handed him the wrench he asked for.

I shrugged and watched as he worked on the Rabbit. "I think it was for the Spring Dance." I shrugged again as I looked around the old garage. I smiled at all the memories we had in here. "You still have that old peace of junk?" I asked incredulous as I got up from the back seat of a car that would soon be in the Rabbit and walked over to the old radio that I thought died long ago.

"Hey, Scar? I still need that socket wrench. And yes, I do still have that radio. I plan on fixing it." He said from under the Rabbit.

"It's been dead for years, Jake." I shot back, handing him the socket wrench.

He took it but then handed it back. "I said five-eighths not seven-sixteenths. You okay, Scar? You never space in the garage unless something's bothering you." Jake rolled out from under the car and looked at me funny.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm… I'm fine." I leaned back against the Rabbit as Jacob wiped off his hands with his grease cloth.

I watched as I dug my foot in the dirt ground. I could feel his eyes on me still. "No, you're not. Scar what's bothering you?" he asked gently as he leaned, next to me, against the Rabbit.

I sighed. "I don't know. I've just been stressed out is all. With Bella coming back and soccer coming up and my birthday just passed and… " And because you wont see me as anything more than a friend. I sighed. "And the date of the Crash is coming up too… Lots of stuff I guess."

Jacob grabbed my hand and rubbed the back of it with his thumb. "Scar, you know that there's never any reason to be stressed with me. I'll always be here to listen to you." I could here the tension in his voice when I mentioned the Crash.

I looked over at him with sad eyes. "I know. It's just… I miss her, Jake." I looked away from his eyes as a lone tear escaped. I turned my head away from him and wiped it away angrily. Unfortunately that wasn't the last of them. I wiped at them angrily as they fell. Why do I have to cry in front of him?

I felt my lips start to tremble as sobs started to build in my chest but I tried with all my might to push them back. I felt warm hands grip my wrists and stop me from wiping the tears away. I looked up from blurry eyes to see Jake looking down at me with sad eyes of his own. "Stop, Scar. Just…" he released my wrists but wrapped his arms around me instead. I clung to him like a child to their mother. He smoothed my hair as he let me cry in his chest. "Shh, Scar. It's aright. I'm right here. I'm not gonna let go. I'm not gonna let you go." That statement made my heart swell and break at the same time because he didn't realize that the tears now were because he wont open his eyes and see what's in front of him. Because he'll do whatever it takes to get Bella and not me. Jake never pushed me away when it was this time of year because he knew I always got like this and wanted to be comforted, just to know I wasn't alone in the world.

"Do you want to go see her?" he asked softly as if talking to a child, which at that moment I felt like one. I nodded my head as I continued to cling to his shirt. "Alright, I'll drive." He rubbed my back as he slowly pried me from his soaking shirt.

"Sorry." I sniffled as I looked at his shirt with big wet spots on it.

He cracked a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It's alright, Scar." He walked to the back of the garage where he kept some clean shirts and quickly changed. I turned around and headed for my car before he even had the wet one off. I don't know what I would do if I saw him like that. I waited in the passenger seat of my Range Rover cause I knew I was in no condition to drive.

Jacob walked out of the garage and stuffed his hands in his pockets, giving me a melancholy smile. He climbed in the driver side and took the keys from the drink holder and started the car. He drove us to the town first and stopped outside a florist and came back two minutes later with white lilies. "Her favorite." He handed me the flowers and pulled out of the parking lot. We were about two minutes away and I took a big sniff of the freshly cut flowers. They smelled just like her.

Mom had always liked lilies. She said it makes any situation less stressful because you can look at them and instantly feel a weight lift from your shoulders. She had them around the house when she was still here. Every room got a bouquet of fresh lilies. I still have memories of going to the florist with her in my little red dress. I had curls when I was little and the florist would give me a flower the color of my dress on every visit. A white dress got me a white flower, a yellow one got me a sunflower because I had always said that when I had one, the sun was always with me so I insisted on wearing a yellow dress on practically every visit.

But I would wear different colors when I didn't have a yellow dress, like one time I wore a lilac colored dress with a dark purple cardigan and the florist- Eleanor- had pinned a lilac to my dress, saying a pretty girl deserved a pretty flower. Mom smiled at me and Charlie would always let me put on fashion shows with my dresses and flowers after every visit.

I looked over to Jacob as he stared intently on the road. "Thank you." I whispered as we pulled into the cemetery. He looked over to me as he pulled out the keys. He reached across with his big hand and gently squeezed mine. I took a deep breath before stepping out of the car and walking to the gate, trying to ignore the fact that my hand fit in his like a puzzle piece.

"Come on." Jacob grabbed my hand and led me to the rear of the cemetery. We passed a mourner every now and then but other than that we were the only ones there. We came to a stop in front of a grave that I hadn't seen for almost a year.

I smiled down at the headstone. "Hi, mom." I crouched on the damp ground, my red high top converse getting muddy. "I miss you…" I just stared at the headstone as if to wait for a reply. I looked at the flowers in my hand and laid them at the base of the headstone. "I brought these for you… white lilies, your favorite… well, Jacob bought them because he knows you always had them in the house. You remember Jacob don't you? I don't know why I'm asking, of course you know Jacob." I shivered as a cool breeze blew my ponytail around. Jacob took off his jacket and put it around my shoulders as I couched next to the grave. I silently thanked him with my eyes. I was only wearing a gray v-neck with denim shorts, my converse and a "ROCK MY WORLD" guitar pick necklace.

I looked back at the grave and soaked in the difference in the color. It looked weathered and darker than it did the day she was buried. "Bella's back… she's living with us now and helps me with cooking. When you left us dad used to always take us out or we'd go over to Billy's and he'd make us his famous spaghetti." Jacob and I both laughed at the thought of Billy's "secret" recipe. He just used Ragu. You could taste the sugar in it, it was so sweet. Jacob and I never liked it but we shut our mouths and pretended to when we were younger, but now we make fun of him for it.

We spent probably two hours there. We had stayed with my mom, talking, and we had also visited Jacob's mom. He had gone back to the car and had brought back an array of flowers. I wasn't aware that he had purchased them, but then again I was kinda out of it. We had stayed and talked with her and then just stood there, just because. I don't think people who haven't lost someone they were close to would understand why people just go to graves and stand at the grave.

It's a feeling you get when you stand there, that you feel closer to the person who's past. It feels as though they're standing right next to you as you stand by their grave. It's a creepy yet comforting feeling.

Jacob had driven us back to his house where I dropped him off and got in my drivers seat to go back to Forks for the day. "You sure you can drive?" he asked, concerned evident all over him.

I gave him a small smile. "Yeah. It's getting late and I have to make Charlie his dinner soon." He nodded and pulled me into a brief hug before shutting my door and stepping back from the Range Rover. I smiled to him as I backed out and made my way to Forks.

Once I got home I went inside to discover that the lights were all off. "Huh…" I walked up to the door to find it locked. "That's weird." I murmured to myself. I got my keys out and unlocked the door before stepping into a silent home. I furrowed my brow as I put my things up. This was very different from when I got home on the weekend from Jake or any of the guys' houses. "Dad?" I called but was only answered with my echo.

I walked to the kitchen and on the door was a note. It was written in Charlie's scratchy handwriting.

Letty and/or Bells,

I'm working late tonight so you are on your own for dinner. Don't worry, one of the deputies is bringing in homemade BBQ for the whole nightshift.

Love you both,

Dad

I read over the letter as I grabbed the bread, peanut butter, grape jelly, a knife and a plate, then made my way to the living room. "Awesome." I said exasperatedly as I plopped on the couch. I took off my shoes then started making a sandwich and turned the TV on. I ate my first of many PB&J sandwich's as I settled in for a night of Doctor Who on BBC America.

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