Hey peeps- this is the sixth chapter of New New Moon.

"Ummm..." I said, dithering over what to eat.

Jacob laughed and said, "I'll just get you some eggs, alright?"

I smiled and nodded. "Okay, that sounds good."

While he was in the kitchen, I quickly looked around the living room- maybe I would find something to use to keep myself warm while Jake was gone.

I spotted blankets, and as I was going to go get them, Jake appeared with a spatula in hand, looking slightly puzzled, and slightly amused.

"What are you doing?" he asked, obviously wondering why I was getting blankets.

I half-smiled and explained, "I'm cold."

Almost immediately, his face cleared of puzzlement, and his mouth stretched into a smile.

"Then come into the kitchen," he laughed, "It's much, much warmer in there."

I looked sheepishly up at him.

"Coming." I said, and picked my way through the tiny room's chairs and TV set to the slightly bigger kitchen, which seemed smaller because of the bulk that was Jacob Black.

He was right- it was warmer in the kitchen- but I was still a little cold. To make up for it, I stood as close to Jacob as possible without tripping him or me up- which helped. Now, I was cold, but not uncomfortably. I just watched him fry my eggs for a while. Eventually, he realized how close I was standing, and his eyes flicked to my face and away, so quickly I might have imagined it.

I sighed. He glanced at me again and smiled. Suddenly, I was aware of how just how close I was standing to him. He seemed aware now, too, and he gazed into my face with the same intensity that he had in the car- only this time, it was slightly different, almost imperceptible. But it was there, and I could feel it.

After a few moments of a very intense silence, he forced a laugh and said, "Bella, you really must be cold if you're standing that close. You should go get a blanket."

Feeling slightly cheated and disapointed, I quickly went to get a blanket- but, of course, I tripped and fell onto the couch with a squeak.

I could hear Jake's booming laugh, and my easy blush was triggered.

I quickly grabbed one of the blankets that were next to me on the couch, and carefully walked back to the kitchen.

"How come a werewolf has such a teensy house with too big furniture," I complained, trying to keep my tone light and fun, but only succeeding partily.

He grinned my grin and said, "It happens when that werewolf won't be eighteen for two more years."

I laughed, but it came out slightly strained and bordering on hysteria. I quickly stopped before it could actually become hysteria.

He put my fried eggs on a plate and we sat in silence as I ate them.

Eventually, I finished, and he got up, saying, "I need to call Charlie, so he won't send out a search team."

I winced slightly- that reminded me of that night in the woods that seemed so long ago.

He saw the wince, and said, "Sorry, Bells. I forgot."

I nodded, too worried about Sam and the pack to really be mad or anything- not that I would have been anyway. It wasn't his fault- it's mine.

I was trying not to think about what might happen to the werewolves if they couldn't get Victoria while Jake was on the phone with Charlie, when my cell phone rang from inside my pocket.

I blinked in shock; I didn't even remember putting my phone in there.

Jake was looking at me oddly, so I wrestled my phone out of my pocket, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Bella?"

I gasped, and dropped the phone. Jake immediately muttered something to Charlie and hung up.

"What is it, Bells?" he asked, looking genuinely worried.

I just sat there and stared at the phone. It couldn't be...

Okay, I know, I'm evil. But hey, at least I gave you the longest chapter I have ever given beforehand.

I have discovered the key to my writing- ANs are tiring for my muse. I'll keep them short from now on.