I watched the torrential rain that had quite suddenly fallen from the sky. It was coming in slanting sheets, bouncing off the tarmac. I squinted through the windscreen wipers, peering at the road ahead.

I could vaguely make out the reservation in the near distance. The cabins were just visible as extremely dark shadows and it didn't help that the trees were obscuring them either. I turned on the radio to distract myself momentarily. I quickly changed the piano ballad that drifted out of the speakers to something more … unique. I could barely make out the lyrics. That was always a start. I concentrated on trying to decipher them as I turned the bend to La Push.

I counted the houses as I passed them, thankful that the majority of the places had a light or two turned on.

It didn't take me long to recognise the one that belonged to the Blacks. Three rooms were lit in a warm amber glow, movement obvious from indoors. The garage door was open, repaired motorbikes and a car in the middle of being fixed sheltered inside.

I was careful not to make my appearance too obvious; I didn't want to simply barge in like some damsel in distress. I kept my fingers crossed that he wouldn't mind seeing me again in this way.

I bit my lip as I switched the engine off, happily cutting the lyrics of the song short. And I sat. I let the rain blur the windscreen, watching the patterns trickle down the glass, before I unfastened my seatbelt. It was then that I realised I hadn't managed to change out of my dress. This was going to look pretty ironic, like one of the scenes in 'Hamlet' when Ophelia goes mad.

I looked into the foot well of the passenger side and to my annoyance, I realised I had taken my waterproof out of the car. Typical, just when I needed it most.

I hesitated, wondering if I should just head back … I hoped the rain would subside very soon.

I turned the engine back on so I could warm up the car with the air conditioning. The blast was refreshing and welcoming, but it fogged up the windows.

With nothing better to do for the moment, I leaned over the steering wheel, to the windscreen, and like a child, began doodling absentmindedly on the steam.

I drew a small heart, small enough to fit in with all of my other, not so great drawings. I admitted to myself, slightly embarrassed, and glad that no one was watching, that it was a good way to pass the time.

Just when I was about to finish off my artistic interpretation, I noticed a slight shift in movement just where I had drawn my tiny heart. I stared at the spot, trying to see anything through the sheet of rain. I wiped my drawings off with the back of hand quickly, to attempt to see more clearly. Nothing else happened as I sat still.

I leaned back into the seat, preparing myself to make a bolt for the front door, when I could have sworn the handle beside me shifted slightly.

I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my finger and thumb into the bridge of my nose.

A cold blast of air flooded through the interior of the car, completely washing out the warmth of the heater. I gasped, more to the shock of the plummeting temperature than anything else, and quickly opened my eyes again.

There, standing with rain streaking down his skin, his dark eyes wide, stood the person I came to see. It was hard to look away now. We both paused, considering each other. I could feel the rain beginning to soak through my dress and bead its way through my hair.

Jacob's rather shocked expression faded into a small smile that soon lit up his whole face. He grabbed my hand and I stumbled out of the truck, managing to grab the keys before elbowing the door shut behind me. We both ran through the rain, heading to the house.

It didn't even take us till the door for my hair become plastered to my face, completely drenched, and my dress to look more like something out of 'The Little Mermaid' than a Vogue magazine.

My teeth were chattering when he threw open the front door and pulled me into the hallway. The musky smell of the forest was dominant, but it felt almost warm - welcoming.

Jacob didn't even shut it behind him before he enveloped me in a tight embrace. I hugged him back, thankful to have the support before my head started spinning. When he eventually let me go, I felt light headed. My feet felt disconnected to my body.

The last thing I remembered was a buzzing in my ears, somebody speaking in muffled tones and darkness tucking me into bed …

Yep, so for now Bella is completely out of it. Fun, huh? xD

It won't hurt if I remind you all that Edward is going to make a comeback. So for those people who are a little unsure about where this is heading, hang in there. I'm giving healthy doses of both Jacob and Edward, so with my fingers crossed, no one is disappointed. Hopefully(!), this will go as planned. (So long as you all ignore my awful writing and grammar. I love you all just for putting up with that. :3)

The next chapter to should be fun to write.

Once again, read, review and recommend people. It truly means so much to me if you could help me along a little. Encouragement, critique and even ideas are all highly appreciated.

Until next time,

- xXxGoldenFlowerxXx