Nikki here, sorry for the long wait. I know this chapter is really short; shorter than some of the others, but it was a filler one. I just needed this to start another sub-plot. And I actually enjoyed writing the little ending; it was very evil of Carlisle to do what he did. Well I hope you all like it!


Edward's POV:

As soon as Jacob walked in the house the next morning I could feel that something was different. It seemed he walked faster, smiled a little more, as if he had no burdens in the world. I shrugged it off for the time being, sitting at the dining table pushing a spoon around a cold bowl of oatmeal. I didn't even know why I made it in the first place – we don't eat. I sighed and made shapes nonchalantly in the tan substance, seeing it bubble in places. Wrinkling my nose in disgust I got up, carrying the bowl in one hand and reaching for the door with the other. As soon as my finger tips touched the metal material it slammed open, sending the gooey oatmeal all over my freshly washed blue shirt. Looking from the mess up to Jasper I growled, wiping some of it onto the floor.

"Watch where you're going" I snapped, bending to get the spoon off the ground. Jasper seemed to back up, moving away. I rolled my eyes and walked through the door to the kitchen sink.

"Sorry…" he mumbled, following as I took a rag and scrubbed the now forming stain.

"No, no, it's fine" I tried to reason, rinsing the cloth out and going harder.

He seemed to calm down, going to lean against the counter. "Have you seen Jacob today?"

My eyes moved up from the food on my shirt to his face then back down.

"No." Which was a total lie.

"I see" was all he said in response, the kitchen becoming quiet once more.

I threw the washcloth back into the sink, rinsing both it and the bowl before getting a towel and walking to the living room. Jasper didn't seem to follow this time as I raced up the stairs, desperate to change. In the safety of my room I undid all the buttons, throwing the shirt into a basket, searching through the closet for one similar. As I took out a blue t-shirt, not my usual attire, I heard clanking coming from outside.

Carrying the clothing with me I looked out the window, leaning out, only to see Emmett and none other than Jacob kicking cans toward the side of the house. They sure knew how to amuse themselves in some strange ways. As Jacob kicked a small red one he glanced up, eyes widening as they locked with mine. Quickly I darted back inside, slamming the glass down into place. If my heart was alive it would have been beating at a fast rate, I was sure of it, but why? All he did was look at me. I shook my head, slipping the shirt on and going back out of the room, needing to talk to Carlisle.

Jacob's POV:

Emmett was the only unusually friendly vampire in this household, besides Esme and Carlisle of course, and it was strange when he asked if I wanted to go outside and help "recycle". At first I just thought he was crazy, but when he set a can on the ground and kicked it toward the side of the house, I decided it actually looked fun. After the aluminum hit the brick and crumpled it fell into a small bin that was placed below.

"Score!" he yelled, smiling and raising his arms above his head. I laughed, putting a 'Pepsi' bottle on the dirt and kicking it so hard that the blurred colors looked like they mixed together. As soon as it cracked and landed with the other recycled items I made a mock face at Emmett.

Right before I was about to send another poor can into oblivion I looked up, hearing the creaking of a window from the second floor. Edward was there, his body hanging out partially for me to see as he saw what we were doing. My eyes widened at the image I was presented with and scanned over his open diamond chest. The shadows made his face look darker and more mysterious as his eyes glowed. Before I knew it he had pulled back in. I kept staring at that same spot until Emmett pounded a fist into my shoulder.

"Woah, what's wrong with you?" he asked playfully, grabbing the bin afterward. I put a hand on my forehead, pushing the damp hairs off my skin. Apparently he hadn't seen anything.

"Nothing, really" I responded, watching him shake his head and walk toward the driveway. Why couldn't I have looked away? My body wouldn't obey me. I scanned the area where he had been once more before going inside.

Edward's POV:

I slammed my hands down on the wooden table and stood up straight after hearing what Carlisle had to say.

"You think we should what?!" I yelled, brows furrowing in frustration. "Absolutely not, Carlisle, I refuse to do it."

He chuckled at my childish manor and stood up as well, coming to stand in front of me.

"Edward, you miss the point of what it would do. Not only will it give the chance of you two getting to know each other but it saves us the work of worrying whether or not you will both walk away. It's foolproof, and you must agree with that."

I let out the loudest sigh I could muster, putting a hand over my head and closing my eyes. This really couldn't be happening! I never knew that my so-called father could be so downright wicked.

"Please don't be immature about it. I understand that it is not what you would normally want to do, at all, but I think it would be a great chance. At least try it for awhile, will you?" he asked, a small smile of hope crossing his features.

I hung my head down, opening the door after walking past him, mumbling a "Fine."

Turning around once more I stared him straight in the face, saying a final warning statement.

"If the wolf dies, it's on your hands."

Carlisle smiled once more, nodding and going back to his reading.

As I walked past the stairs Jacob was running up them, which caused our shoulders to bump.

He glared for a split second, putting a hand on his arm.

"What's got you in such a freaking bad mood?"

I looked straight ahead, refusing to lock eyes with him, and truthfully answered.

"You and I are roommates."