Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, folks! Way to much going on in the RL right now. But I'm back now!

I sat at the table, staring at the wall. Edward was trying to comfort me, but I was in an awful mood.

"I've been ignoring him for a week, and it turns out all he was trying to tell me was that his dad's best friend died. I should have been there to help. I'm such a horrible person."

He sighed. "Bella, you couldn't have known."

I shook my head, then pounded it with my palm. "Stupid, Stupid, STUPID! I'm so STUPID."

He spun my chair around to face him. "Bella, calm down. You're not stupid, and you're not a horrible person, and the very last thing you need right now is to be in a bad mood. Jacob needs help with paperwork, not with feeling awful."

My face uplifted a little at his gentle tone, but then I sighed.

"All right. Fine."

"Good. Now, he's about to get here, so I've got to leave."

He held his hand over my mouth to stifle my protests.

"Bella, it will make it easier on both of us. Oh-one more thing."

I pouted, sad that he was leaving, even for however short a time. "What?"

He smiled and kissed me. "I love you."

And he disappeared.

I sat, stunned for a second, but I heard Jacob pull into the driveway and hurried up to get the door.

"Hey, bells." He smiled weakly at me. I gasped at his appearence. It was ghastly.

There were cuts all over his face, and his hair was matted in blood. His shirt had red stains that I didn't like.

"Jacob, what-what happened to you?"

He shrugged, then winced. "It's nothing Bella."

I gaped at him. "The HELL it is! Come in here, I've got bandages in the first aid kit."

He obliged to come into the kitchen with me, but refused to accept bandages.

"Bella, I'll heal better by myself if I leave it be."

I relented, sitting down at the table.

"What HAPPENED?"

He mumbled something uncomfortably under his breath.

"What?"

Sighing, he took my hand and pulled me outside, to his rabbit.

It was totaled. The car looked like it had been on the wrong side of a monster truck battle. The entire thing looked like it was about to fall to pieces.

"You CRASHED?" I gasped.

He nodded uncomfortably. "Listen, we should go back inside. I brought Harry's papers, and we need to look over them.

He had the look of a cornered animal, trying to find the quickest exit.

I wanted badly to argue, but gave up and decided to get this over with.

Harry had been very generous in his will, leaving almost all of his money to his widow and children. He also mentioned the fate of a few sentimental items for Charlie and Billy, but the whole thing was very straightforward.

The funeral plans, however, were not.

"Now, if we invite his aunt Maple, we'll have to accomodate for the fact that she uses a wheelchair, and the only place we can put her is towards the front, because she has a hearing aid. She's asked not to sit near Sue, because they never got along, so Sue has to be at the other end of the front row, so that she can still be close to the stage but not near Maple. In that case, Leah and Seth should..." And so on, for 3 hours.

When he finally left, I offered him a ride, because his car honestly didn't look like it would start on it's own. But he just smiled grimly and said,

"Yeah, I bet your bloodsucker friend would just LOVE that. Nah, Bella, I can make it back home, and I'll fix it up there."

After 3 and a half hours, he did look much better. Almost all of his wounds had healed.

I let him drive away, with a question in my mind.

"Edward, how did Jacob crash?"