Thank you to ArtFreakOo and babygurl1944 who followed this story. You're my first followers of a story ! You should feel proud of yourselves. Here's chapter 2.

I still don't own any characters apart from my own, and I'm still living with my parents.

Enjoy.

Two

I entered my bedroom and clicked on the wall light. I was so exhausted, so much had happened, so I went to bed straight away. But before, of course, I had to change into my pyjamas. My skin was really numb from the cold, bitter evening that I forgot that I was wearing Jacob's jacket still. I looked in front of the mirror. It was the warmest thing I'd had ever worn, and it smelled like him too. A forest smell, but a warm, milky sense of home. I really wanted to sleep in it but I stopped myself, I shouldn't have worn it. One, it's wasn't even mine and he didn't give it to me to keep forever. Two, I should return it tomorrow; the further away it is the better. I unzipped both jackets I was wearing and unhooked my bra from the back. I threw it all on my chair, in the corner of the room. I slid off my shoes and unbuttoned my jeans, but I just left them on the floor. I grabbed my Snoopy pyjama pants and tugged them on. I looked in the mirror whilst I was taking off the small amount of makeup on my face with a wipe when I noticed my right upper arm was darker than usual. I cocked my head at first, then I moved to see it properly. There was a light purple patch on it. I poked it and it was tender, I winced heavily at the pain. Jacob was stronger than I first thought.

I slid into my sheets and led on my left side. I tried lying on my right but the pain was too bad, I just had to make do.

Morning came after a restless night's sleep. I must've woken ten times in the night always with the same image in my head; Jacob when I left him last night. I tried to get back to sleep, thinking of simple things like a warm beach in the summer but I only got back to sleep, it seems, when I remembered what it felt like when I was kissing him with his generously skilled lips.

I got out of bed as soon as I could see the sun appear through the panes of my shutter blind. I wouldn't have wanted to laze around in the state I was in.

I lightly brushed over my lips standing in front of my mirror, going over the area where Jacob was last night. I looked in the reflection and read the time on the clock sitting upon my bedside table: 6:25am. There was no need to go to deliver him his jacket that early, and apologize to him about last night. It would be ridiculous to go this early; stupid even…my mind was set. I was going, now.

I reached forward to grab the jacket that I wore last night and threw it on. I was about to leave but I walked past the mirror and saw that I was still in my Snoopy pants, I had to change them. I spotted some woolen grey tight leggings and slipped them on quickly and put on my vans. A buzz of adrenaline shot through my veins. I was on a high and it felt great!

All my senses were heightened so the slow breathing of my parents seemed amplified. Luckily, this was the only sound, other than the desperately in need of repairs boiler's whirring.

I made it out of the house without making too much noise whilst walking down the slightly creaky staircase. The light was slowly making its way over the top of the mountains in the vast distance.

I slightly memorized where Jacob lived so I had to use my instincts and go with the best way possible: guessing.

I trudged up the long, winding, endless roads. A few cars splashed past and I had to run out of the way so Jacob's jacket and I wouldn't get soaked. I thought I was lost and going in the completely wrong was, but then I spotted the recognizable, never ending drive way where Jacob lived. I dodged all of the brown, muddy puddles. It took me some time since there were so many but I made it half way up their drive when I heard a clunk coming from inside their homemade garage. I hesitated for a moment but I had to check.

"Hello?" I shouted. I started to walk towards the garage.

"Hello? Who's there?" a voice barked back.

I could tell that it was Jacob's immediately. His tone had a familiar huskiness that could be easily recognized. I felt glad that it wasn't his dad but with Jacob, it could be awkward, and that's what I came to apologize for.

I walked closer and opened the garage door and was met by Jacob's stomach. He was obviously going to see who was outside. At least we didn't crash into each other, I didn't want another bruise.

"Oh!" he gasped. "Hey Charlotte." He then went into a different tone. "What are you doing here?"

"Uh, can I come in?" I asked. He nodded and opened the door for me, he then came striding past me to kneel back down and carry one with polishing some tools that he had laid out. I spotted an empty chair to the side of the room so I went to sit down to try and compose myself. I noticed that he had looked up several times, expecting me to say something, but every time I didn't. I then took a deep breath and began to speak.

"If you've come because of last night, I'm sorry" he chipped in. I just stared at him. It changed the way I had the conversation planned out.

"No, well, I came to say that I'm sorry I was rude last night, I wasn't a very good guest" I said.

"No, it was all my fault. I shouldn't have kissed you. I'm sorry I made you feel weird" he frowned. I didn't say anything in response, I just looked at him. I could tell her was upset with himself, I felt sorry for him. I didn't know whether to go over and comfort him, but I didn't. Instead, he asked me a question.

"How's your arm?"

"Oh, well, okay. It was hurting a little bit last night but it's fine now" I lied. Of course I wasn't going to tell him that it had changed from a lilac patch to a solid purple bruise. I didn't want to worry him more though.

He looked at me for a minutes, still polishing but not really paying attention. He then dropped his tools on the floor, put down his rag and came towards me.

I was uncertain on what he was planning. Had he seen through my lie? He knelt in front of me. Even though it would make the average person smaller than the one sat on the chair, on his knees, Jacob was slightly smaller than me, but only by an inch. He was almost face to face in front of me and again, I felt a little intimidated, but I knew he was harmless.

He lifted up his slightly blackened hands and reached towards my wounded arm and put his hand upon my bruise. I flinched slightly at the pressure he applied and he stood me up immediately.

I got slightly light-headed from the speed which he pulled me up. I swayed a little and Jacob grabbed my other arm to help my balance. I was afraid he was going to get all psycho on me again. He surprised me actually.

"You need some ice for that bruise" he said sternly. He led me out of the garage and in the direction of his house. That was the moment I realized I was still holding his jacket. I'll give it to him whilst we're inside. All the time I was thinking about how calm he kept himself. He must've sorted himself out last night. I had to admit, he did seem quite sensitive. You wouldn't think it; he looks totally a man's man, rugged, masculine and just very manly. But, he had a sensitive side, also a protective one. Compared to the boys at my school, Jacob was very different.

We climbed up the stairs on his porch and he opened the squeaky front door slowly. "You're going to have to be quiet, my dad's still asleep" Jacob whispered. I nodded in reply and he led me over to his undersized kitchen. "You can put the jacket on the table"

I walked over and placed it on gently, but not before folding it. I pulled out one of the chairs and sat down whilst I waited for Jacob to do whatever it was he was doing.

I saw that he got out a plastic bag and put some ice in it. He walked over to me and pulled out another chair and sat in front of me.

"Uh, can you take your jacket off?" he asked, a little embarrassed.

I unzipped it and thanked myself for remembering to put a bra on. It was cold just in the tank top; the ice would be very cold. I felt a little nervous just being around Jacob in a tank top, but I could tell that he wasn't trying to look in the most obvious place, he was actually avoiding all eye contact with my body whilst I took it off.

I saw his face when he saw my bruise though. His eyes widened and he shuddered faintly. I saw the regret, and I again felt sorry for him.

He grabbed my wrist gently. I knew he was being gentle because he didn't want to bruise me again. His hands were just the same as last night, but more careful. I felt a little shock of electricity go up my back.

He placed the bag of ice upon my bruise and I sucked in a quick breathe.

"You ok?" he asked. He looked concerned but slightly amused at the same time.

"Oh, don't worry" I reassured him. "It's just, cold"

Wow, I couldn't have sounded any more dumb.

Jacob finally released the smile. "Yeah, it's ice" I mustered a hinder of a smile and rolled my eyes. The tension became lighter after that moment.

He held it there for about five minutes. During, however, we didn't talk much. We didn't talk at all actually. I could see that he was still feeling a little awkward because of last night. I wanted to apologize to him properly though, before in the garage it didn't sound real. That's why I was there in the first place. That and to give back his jacket, but that had been done, so what was I waiting for?

He took the pack off and got up and chucked it in the sink. I twisted my arm to see it. I poked it and I couldn't feel a thing, though it was freezing.

"So" Jacob started. I looked over at him and he was resting against the counter, arms crossed. "You came over pretty early"

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, like I said, I'm really sorry about last night. I just felt really bad; I kinda couldn't wait to apologize"

"Well, I accept your apology. And I'm sorry too" he smiled.

"I accept your apology" I smiled back. Finally! Jacob looked better, and I was glad I got my apology out there.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asked. He was already getting some bread out of one of the cupboards.

"Uh, yes please" I grinned.

"Toast okay?"

"That's fine"

I watched him put all of the toast in the toaster and get butter out of his fridge. Whilst he was making breakfast, Billy came out of his room.

"Charlotte! I thought I heard voices. I just suspected Jake was talking to himself" Billy smiled, and rolled himself over to the table I was sat at. He hadn't seen my bruise yet so I sneakily put my jacket back on.

Jacob gave him a hard glare and I giggled.

"I hope you don't mind Mr Black" I inquired. I'd hate to feel he didn't want me over.

"Of course I don't mind, and don't call me Mr Black, it makes me sound old" he smiled.

"That's because you are" Jacob said. He didn't look too amused when Billy was embarrassing him in front of me.

"Besides, Jake needs to hand out with more girls" he informed. I couldn't help but giggle, Jacob groaned.

Jacob got all of the breakfast things ready, putting a plate and knife in front of me. He exchange a secret smile, it was really nice and reassuring. I felt much more comfortable with him, I loved it.

We all ate breakfast together, exchanging small conversation. When we had finished Jacob cleaned up and Billy started to talk to me.

"So, do your parents know you're here?" he asked.

"Oh my God! I completely forgot" I exclaimed. "Can I use your phone?"

"Of course you can" he gestured over to the kitchen where Jacob held out a phone, ready for me to take it.

I stood up and took it. I sat back down and dialed my home number. It rang for a twice.

"Hello? Charlotte? Is that you?" my mum shouted.

"Woah, mum calm down"

"Charlotte, where are you?" She seemed worried. Crap, maybe I should have left a note.

"Mum, it's ok, I'm at Jacob's. Sorry I didn't leave a note or anything but I'm fine"

"Ok" she sighed. "Do you want us to come and get you?"

"Oh, well I don't know when I'm leaving" I looked up at Jacob.

"I'll drive you home" he said. I didn't feel like arguing with him, so I told my mum he was taking me back. She hung up and I gave the phone back to Jacob.

"I think I should go home now, she seemed a little worried"

"Yeah sure" Jacob finished tidying up and grabbed some keys from a small table near the front door.

I said goodbye to Billy.

"Feel welcome any time" he smiled.

Jacob held the door open for me and I stepped into the cold. It was colder than earlier, and I rubbed my arms to try and keep warm. Jacob noticed and put his hand on my back and pulled me in close.

"We're gunna take the big car, mine's still in the building stage" he told me.

"You're building a car?" He nodded and I raised my eyebrows. "Wow, that's really cool"

He smiled; he didn't want to seem too vain I guessed. He unlocked the car and we both got in.

We talked a little whilst on the way there. I had to direct him when it came to finding my street. He took the wrong turning once, I didn't tell him quick enough and we giggled together.

We found the proper way eventually. He stopped outside my house and I saw my mum through the kitchen window waving at me. I waved back and turned to Jacob.

"Well, thank you for driving me home and for breakfast" I thanked.

"That's ok, any time" he smiled at me.

I unbuckled the seat belt and looked at him for the last time before I opened to door.

"See you soon"

"Definitely" he had a crooked smile, something that immediately became my favourite thing about him.

I got out and shut the door. I walked up my pathway and looked back. Jacob hadn't left yet so I waved. He waved back and drove off.

My mum opened the door for me. "Now why were you at Jacob's?" she wasn't angry like I expected.

"I went for reasons" I simply replied.

"And so early as well"

"I'm going back to bed. Goodnight"

I walked to my bedroom and shut the door. Well, that was a Saturday and Sunday morning I would never forget. I'm glad I did decide to go over and apologize, I feel much better now. Apart from the bruise which still lingered on my arm. The feeling had come back and I had to strategically hide it from my parents. Considering it was February, I was lucky. I wore jumpers and jackets in the cold months, which was every month since I lived in Forks.

I collapsed onto my bed and shut my eyes. I couldn't remember my dream but I supposed it was good since I woke up an hour later with positive thoughts in my head.

I decided to get up, make use of that Sunday. I showered; I didn't wash my hair though. I went back into my bedroom and through on some lounge clothes and sat at my desk. I had a few pieces of homework to busy myself and spent my mid-morning working on an English essay due for the Wednesday of the next week.

I didn't fully realize the time until I heard a knocking at my door.

"Come in" I instructed.

It was my mum and she was carrying a plate with a sandwich on it and a glass of lemon water, my favourite.

I thought you might be hungry so I made you some lunch" she came over and placed the items next to me on the desk. It was strange since I usually make my own lunch, so I had to ask.

"What do you want to ask me?"

"Charlotte! Can't you just assume that I want to make you lunch?"

"No. What do you want?" I had to be blunt, it was my mum.

"Fine. What happened at Jake's?"

"There really is nothing to tell"

She frowned, I knew she wanted to know the juicy gossip, but there really wasn't any. Well there was, but the more she didn't know the better.

"You know, he is quite good looking" she raised her eyebrows in a 'trying to be nonchalant' way.

"Well then why don't you date him?" I went a little angst, I know I should've controlled my attitude but what happened between Jacob and I was our business.

"I'm just saying, I wouldn't mind if you choose him"

"I'm not going to a raffle; he's a person you know"

"Fine Charlotte, I'll leave you to your lunch and thoughts" She then left my room.

I just sat in silence for a few minutes. Why did my mum have to be so embarrassing? I kind of thought about Jacob in that way, but for now he was just a kind friend, and I don't even know if the kiss meant anything big to him, it was just a spur of the moment thing.

I ate my lunch and carried on with my homework, all the while thinking about when I was going to see Jacob again.