Hello my readers,

I am so glad that some people read my stories. I never thought anyone would. I was skimming through some Jake/Nessie stories earlier, and I was wondering, should I write one? I have had an idea in my head for a while, but I wanted to know if you would read them or not.

Thanks for all the reviews. I agree, Jkshinee, I could have elaborated more on Kim's emotions, but I wasn't sure about that chapter. Well, I could say that Kim was too shocked and upset, so she was feeling too numb to feel anything properly.

I was thinking, I should change the description of this story, as it isn't really humorous.

I don't own anything to do with the twilight story, or any characters, but I own all the things my characters say.

Chapter 22: Returning home

I'll never forget you,

They said we'd never make it

My sweet joy,

Always remember me

(The Noisettes-Never forget you)

As Jared lead me through his enormous house, I occasionally stopped, and looked at my surroundings.

The house was magnificent, with the floors covered in a soft cream carpet, and the walls painted white, with gold edging. There were odd pictures hung up on the wall too. One of them I noticed in particular was one of Jared as a child, with a man's arm wrapped around his shoulders. The man looked quite similar to Jared. They both had the same face shape, and the same smile, so I could only assume it was Jared's father.

I smiled gently at the picture. Jared looked so happy in that moment, with his father, and so different from when he came into my life properly. I wonder where Jared's father was. He hadn't been there to greet me at the door or anything, so he must be late back from work.

We continued down the corridor, until we reached a big oak door, when we stopped, and Jared slowly pushed it open.

Inside, the room was large, painted and furnished in neutral colours, beiges, whites, and creams. In the middle of the room stood a large double bed, made out of some sort of wood. There was a white sofa in the corner of the room, and a cabinet next to the bed. Above the bed was a painting of a lily flower, sparkling with raindrops.

"Err...so, here we are. This is your room, Kim" said Jared.

I must admit, I was slightly disappointed. I had wanted to sleep in the same bed as him, as I was upset, and in need of some comforting. Besides, I wanted to see his bedroom. You could always tell a lot about someone by looking at their bedroom.

"Thanks" I said, trying hard to cover up the disappointment in my tone.

"What's wrong, Kim?"Of course he heard it. This sort of thing always happens to me when Jared's around. It made me look ungrateful. Humph.

"Nothing, nothing. I swear, nothing is wrong. I promise." I rushed, trying to convince Jared of my contentment.

"Alright..." he said slowly, but he still looked suspicious.

"This room is really nice. Are you sure it's only the spare room?" I asked jokingly, trying to clear up the slightly awkward atmosphere.

To my relief, he chuckled.

"Yep, yep, I'm sure."

"Um...Jared?" I asked quietly. "Err, would you mind if...I looked at your bedroom?" I asked.

"Anything, Kim. Sure, I'll show you my room. Be warned, though. I wasn't expecting any visitors, so you are risking your life here. Are you willing to take the risk?" He asked.

"Yes," I chuckled. "Come on you big lug. Show me your room" I said, urging Jared out the door. I was really interested in what his room would say about him.

He took my hand, and we left the spare room, crossing the hallway to a door on the opposite side.

Jared's room was smaller than the spare room, but looked much more homely and welcoming. The walls were a sea green colour, and he had a wooden floor, hidden under piles of dirty clothing and rubbish.

"Err, one sec. Would you mind waiting outside for a bit?" He requested.

"Sure, as long as you don't take too long" I said, reminded of the time when Jared told me to wait outside, then made me wait around ten minutes.

He nipped back into his room, and I could hear him shuffling around in there, presumably cleaning things up.

True to his request, Jared only took a few seconds.

"Can I come in now?"

"Sure" he replied.

I re-entered the room, scanning around again, analyzing it.

It was quite tidy, now that he had cleaned up, and that meant that he was quite an organized person, but because his room was messy before, it signalled that he hadn't been in there for quite a while. Yes, as you can see, I am quite a bedroom expert.

His bed was large, and long, as I suppose it had to be to fit all of him in it, and his covers were dark blue, with embroidered patterns. It was quite a fancy room, and it had been decorated with taste.

"Nice" I complemented him.

"Yeah, it's alright" he replied.

Now comes the awkward silence.

"Sooooo" he began.

Luckily, we were saved by the sound of his mother, calling us for dinner.

I swear, Jared almost sprinted to the table, looking back every now and again to check I was still there.

Eventually I found my way to the dining room, and sat at the table.

It was strange, but I noticed there were only three sets of cutlery laid out. Maybe Jared's dad was working on business? I would ask him later tonight.

Jared sat at the table, the very picture of impatience, knife and fork in either hand, gently banging them up and down on the table, with slightly crazed eyes.

Sometimes it scared me how much food meant to him.

As I was sitting at his dining room table, I was struck with a thought. A few months ago, I would never have dreamed of coming to have dinner with Jared, and meeting his mother was all just a fantasy. It seemed amazing to look back on that time and think, wow; I was actually Jared's soul mate all along. Strange.

I was preoccupied with my thoughts, so I didn't notice Caroline come in to serve dinner until I smelled the scent of Spaghetti Bolognaise. It smelled really good, so I wasn't surprised when Jared started wolfing it down.

Jared soon finished off three helpings, as well as half of mine, and, yet again, I was amazed by how much he could fit into his stomach. And he did it without getting fat. It was really unfair.

Caroline and I were discussing the boy who we both love, Jared, over dinner, while I think Jared listened to us tell each other how much we loved him. It was a pleasant dinner, and I don't think I could ever talk with my own mum the way I could with Caroline. She was always so polite and friendly, always so keen to talk to you, and she wanted to hear what you had to say. My mother wasn't a thing like that.

After dinner, I volunteered to help with the washing up, while Caroline collected up the cutlery, and Jared watched us work, with a satisfied smile on his face.

I was just cleaning off my plate, when I heard three knocks on the front door.

"Hold on minute, guys. I'm just going to answer the door," said Caroline, and she went off to answer it.

I was worried that it would be my parents, come to look for me.

Then came the words that I dreaded.

"Good evening, miss", said a deep voice. "You wouldn't happen to have Kimberley Hara in there, would you?"

Oh dear. I was in for it now.

There you are, guys. Sorry I couldn't post anything on "When I found her", I was quite busy today.

I hope you have enjoyed this chapter,

Thanks for reading,

Lots of love,

Deany-Bob101