Okay, don't yell at me, please. I know it may look like a pro-J & B story, but I'm totally Jake + Renesme all the way, Bella and Edward were meant for each-other and all that stuff, so cool your jets.

"I need to call Jacob."

I said it in a half-hearted voice, with a sigh at the end. I knew that I probably didn't want to hear whatever it was that Jake was going to say. I listed all the possibilities in my head: Hey Bella, Quil turned. Hey Bella, Sam told me I can't hang out with you any more. Hey Bella, I know that Edward is back and I'm pissed about it. Hey Bella, we can't be friends anymore because you're spending your time with vampires. Hey Bella, I've imprinted.

Hmm. That last one probably shouldn't have sounded the worst. Jake's my friend, I should want him to be happy. I want him to be happy. I replayed all the answering machine's messages again.

"Hey, Bella, It's me. I need you to call me. It's kind of important, so as soon as possible would be nice. Please, call me."

"Hey, Bella, It's Jacob. I don't know if you got my last message, I really need you to call me. Seriously. I'd feel weird telling this machine and I don't know if you'd get the message anyways. Call me."

"Bella, why are you ignoring my phone calls? Are you mad at me? You can yell all you want, but what I need to tell you doesn't just concern us, and it's really important."

"Hey, it's me again. Jacob. The one who you really need to call back. I'm not kidding, Bells, this crap isn't funny. I need you to call me."

"Bella, if you do not call me within the next 48 hours I'm going to physically go to your house to talk to you. And I'm bringing the motorcycles. Yeah, it's blackmail. Just get on the phone if you don't want Charlie to ground you for the rest of your life."

He sounded tired and angry. I picked up the phone, staring down at it. Sighing, I dialed the number. The phone on the other end picked up half-way through the first ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Jake, It's me."

His voice instantly sounded relieved. "Oh Bella, thank god. It's the most awful-" He seemed lost for words.

"What, Jake? What happened?"

"Harry-Harry had a heart attack. Billy's been trying to get Charlie over here to tell him. I really need you down at La Push to help with the funeral stuff-Harry apparently had a lot of bank accounts in other states. I've been calling you, but..."

I instantly felt insanely guilty. Harry Clearwater had died-Charlie's best friend-and here I was, just sitting here afraid to call in case it was something to do with Jacob.

"Oh-Jacob that's awful! I'm so sorry I haven't called-I've just been-I mean, I've-how's his family holding up?"

"Well, Seth and Leah are all right. It's been coming for a few years, they knew it was pretty much the end, and they got to say their last goodbyes. Sue is worse. She was over having dinner at Billy's while Harry was home watching the game-it was a real shock for her."

His voice got low and sad at the end, and I could tell how hard it was on him.

"Jacob, of course I'll help! Only-well, I suppose you know, right?"

His voice was suddenly loud and angry.

"What? That the Cullens are back? Yeah, I've figured it out by now, thanks."

"Jacob, it's just that-well, they don't exactly like werewolves. I don't think they'd let me go over there-they'd think it was dangerous"

"So what do you propose?" His voice was tired, and I suddenly wondered when the last time he'd slept had been.

"Well if you could come over here-I mean, Harry died, I want to help, of course I do-but it'd just be...so much easier...if you could come over here instead."

"Yeah, okay. I'll be there in 5 minutes."

It was only after he'd hung up that I realized Edward was behind me. Maybe he'd been there the whole time, maybe he'd only appeared after I'd dropped the phone.

"The dog is coming over." He said, and I could hear the irritation and impatience in his voice.

"Yes, Jacob is coming over. I'm trying to find some middle ground here, since you won't let me visit him in La Push. Harry just died, and Jake needs some help with the paperwork."

Edward sighed. "I know, love. But I can't help my nature, and it is my nature to despise him and his kind."

"I don't want to cut my friends out of my life, Edward. Think of how unhealthy it would be for me, mentally. We can explain it all to a therapist one day." I took on a theatric voice. "Yes, you heard me right, my vampire boyfriend was trying to keep me away from all my werewolf friends. What's that? What size straight jacket do I wear?" Edward smiled at me.

"I'm just trying to keep you alive, Bella."