I wake up to a cloudy morning. I could feel the potential of rain in the air just from my open window.

I sit up slowly, and find my tailbone still hurts, evening more when I sit. It feels like I've fallen on my ass while ice skating.

Grumbling, I stand and make my way to my bathroom. In the mirror, I remove the band-aid from my face. I peel slowly, wincing as I do. I throw it away and lean in towards the mirror, examine the cut. The "cut" is more of a gash that just barely missed my eye. I brush my fingers over it and fresh blood comes off on my fingers.

I curse and wet a washcloth to dab at the gash with. I wince again, but suck up the pain. I've had worse.

After cleaning, I put on a fresh band-aid and leave my bathroom. Luckily, it doesn't hurt to walk.

I go from my bathroom to the kitchen. I'm starving since I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I get myself a big bowl of cereal then sit on the couch (carefully, though it still hurts) to watch TV.

I wonder what happened to Jacob, but don't spend too much time worrying about him. He's a big boy, he can take care of himself. Not to mention I didn't want anything to do with him, at least until I could sit without it hurting.

While I wash out my bowl, I think about going to see Bella. But with more thought, I figure she probably needs a break from me. And maybe I do too.

Only for a day or so, though. I didn't have the power to stay away for any longer.

I don't have to wait as long as I thought. Thank God. Or whoever is up there.

Bella calls that afternoon, catching me totally off guard. The last thing I excepted was a call from her. Of course it was good surprise. A very good surprise.

"Hello?" I said as I answered the phone.

"Hey. It's Bella." My heart stops at her voice and I forget how to breathe. She didn't need to tell me it was her, I knew the second she spoke.

"Hi." I manage to say.

There's a awkward pause and I think we're both holding our breathe, just waiting for the other to speak.

"I ju-"

"Wha-"

We speak at the same time. I chuckle lightly to myself and clear my throat.

"You first." I tell her.

"Okay." she sighs quietly, but close enough to the phone for me to hear. I picture her in kitchen, standing by the phone and facing wall, staring at the floor. I close my eyes and imagine I'm next to her. It's easy, and for a moment I almost feel like I'm there.

Her voice brings me back to reality.

"I wanted to say I'm sorry."

Yet another surprise from her. Will I ever understand her? She hasn't given me the chance... she hasn't let me in.

"For what?" I ask.

"For not caring. I... I was so worried about Jacob, but I should have been more worried for you. You were laying there bleeding to death..." she trails off and I pick up.

"I wasn't bleeding to death." I mutter. "But thanks." I add. "It did hurt."

"Your injuries?"

"You not caring."

"Oh." She mutters quietly.

Another long pause.

"Is that all you wanted to say?" I don't want to sound like I'm pushing her away, because really I want nothing more then to be close to her. But the silence is killing me and I need to know if there's a reason she's staying on the line. There must be.

"Uh, yeah, basically." Her voice trails off again. I rack my brain for something, anything, to say. I need to keep her on the line, just so I can keep hearing her voice.

She surprises me yet again by speaking before I can think of something to say. "How are you feeling?" she sounds like she genuinely cares, making me smile.

"Sore." I answer. "But I've been worse."

"Good." she says. I wonder if she's smiling, or just making small talk. "If... if you need anything, just ask."

...WHAT?

It takes me a moment to process her words. Is she actually offering to help me?

"You mean like bringing me chicken noodle soup?" I chuckle, managing to play it cool though my mind is running.

She lets out a small laugh, and I find another smile creeping onto my face. "Yeah, do you want some?"

"That's actually be really awesome." I answer without a second thought. Anything to have Bella in my house.

"Uh, hold on." I hear some rummaging around and she returns to the phone in only a few seconds. "I have a can right here, if you want me to bring it over."

"Do it." I grin.

"Okay, see you soon."

"Bye."

The second I hang up I find myself laughing uncontrollably. Bella was bringing me fucking chicken noodle soup because her best friend beat me up. The world is so screwed.

Short chapter, I know. More to come as soon as I can. Been pretty busy lately, so sorry for slow updates. As always, thank you for kind reviews/support!