January 18h

Dear Journal,

So far this week has been good: I'm doing fine with the schoolwork and I even hung out with Jason and Sarah yesterday after school. Today I went into Forks by myself. Mom said, "once was enough for a while", I don't know why. I never thought she was so much like Granny and Gramps. I was looking for a job; I figured that would be a good thing to have to save up for college. I know there are places to work in La Push but I seriously don't want my whole life to be on the reservation.

I applied to a few places (Wal-Mart, a cafe and this hardware store). They were all accepting applications so hopefully one of them will think I'm perfect for the job. After applying at the cafe, I sat down for some lunch there: a tasty hamburger with yummy blueberry cobbler. But what made this meal notable was the table next to me.

I was sitting near the back of the restaurant and in the corner next to me was the Wolfes. There were four of them this time. The Quileute Jacob and his redhead wife (Nessie? But I think it's a nickname or something), the hot strawberry blonde (who I found out is named Caden) and a girl who was just as beautiful (if not more) than the redhead. She had jet black hair and porcelain skin with the same Topaz eyes (they called her Whitney). Gosh, they must have some GREAT genes in their family.

They talked quietly for the most part, but Jacob was right behind me; I heard just about everything he said: "The Quileutes are nervous about us coming back. I can understand why; just look at me."

"They really shouldn't worry," 'Nessie' seemed to try to comfort him. "Things ended up with my family just fine. They should know this is one of the safest places for us."

"I'm going to go talk to Sam, try to work things out. I know he's going to want the truce again if only because of me," Jacob resolved. Sam? Daniel's grandfather?

"That and the fact Cade here still gets urges. Couldn't we figure out another way to..." Whitney had begun to accuse. Gosh, she was no sweetie pie. But 'urges'?

"Whitney, don't pick on Caden. You were much worse when you came to us," Nessie interrupted her.

"Yeah, I didn't go slaughter a whole Ukrainian village when I was first turned," Caden finally spoke. My reaction to this was two-fold: first, his voice was super sexy; second, slaughter of a whole village?!?!

"Stop that!" Jacob commanded, perhaps a little too loud. He lowered his voice and continued. "The past is the past. You can never change what's been done, but you can control what happens. Don't bring it up again, either of you."

In hushed tones they kept talking, but it was hard to hear now, Jacob was eating and so he didn't talk much anymore. Suddenly, it seemed like all that vampire nonsense actually made sense. But that couldn't be. Still, I knew I had heard things I shouldn't have.

When I got up to leave, my eye caught Jacob and he looked really distraught that I was there. I guess he could tell that I was Quileute. I left and decided to walk around the little area where the cafe was (there were some shops and stuff) and that was when I knew I was in trouble for eavesdropping.

I was looking at the racks outside of a used bookstore, just across the street from the restaurant when someone came up behind me. I wasn't sure if they were shopping too or...I turned around to look and the strawberry blonde – Caden – was behind me. I was really scared. If they were vampires, I was sure he had come to suck my blood for hearing their conversation. But he didn't, thank God!

"You were sitting behind us in the cafe," he said. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. Still I nodded my in confirmation. "What you heard...uh, what did you hear?" He inquired. I saw his hands ball up into fists. I glanced behind him to see the other three waiting by a rather nice car. All of there eyes watching him.

"I promise I won't say anything. I mean, I'm sure what I heard was nothing," I tried to excuse myself. But I knew that I would tell someone. I was so lost here, there was so much I didn't understand and I wanted answers.

"I know you're lying," he seemed to growl. He glanced over his shoulder and relaxed. He took a few deep (but seemingly empty) breaths. "I guess it can't be helped. You're only human." I wanted to say 'and you aren't?' but was afraid of what he might answer.

"I know I shouldn't have, can you tell your family I'm sorry. They just say things on the reservation about you and..." I stopped when I noticed him smirk, holding in a laugh.

"So they do talk about us? Well, it's nice to be remembered." This threw me off guard. It lined up with things Grandpa had said about them 'coming back'. "I'm not doing a very good job," he sighed.

"What...?" I asked, not excepting an answer. I looked over his shoulder and saw the redhead whispering to Jacob. My attention fell back to Caden when he took a step closer. He took a deep breath, like he smelled, inhaling some forbidden drug. He placed a hand on my shoulder and I froze.

"Caden," a stern, female voice said and I quickly realized that somehow, 'Nessie' was right next to him. He seemed to snap out of some kind of hypnosis. They shared a quick glance. The redhead's eyes looked like they were trying to be encouraging, but not at all confident. Caden dropped his hand from me and looked down as if disappointed in himself. He walked quickly to their car, mumbling curses as he went. "Excuse Caden, he's just trying to...improve his people skills."

"Of course," I simply mumbled. My confused eyes watched him walk away.

"We know you meant no harm. It's natural to want to find out more about a family everyone is talking about," she said. Her words were kind like a mother's and well thought out. "What is your name, please?" she inquired gently.

"Jennifer Heartly," I replied quickly without thinking.

"Jenny, I'm Renesemee Wolfe, you've met Caden. The others are my husband Jacob and our...daughter Whitney," she introduced swiftly but smoothly. I was intrigued that she knew to call me 'Jenny' and that she hesitated to call Whitney her daughter. "Please tell Sam Uley that Jacob will be coming tomorrow night. Tell him we only want peace between us and we are willing to accept any truce."

"Okay...but you could just call and tell him right..." I began to offer, not wanting to have any part in this strange exchange.

"No, it needs to be from you," she said sternly, then softened with a smile, which seemed to be a farewell. She turned and took a few steps away before looking back and saying, "and please tell him Caden is trying." A few moments later they had all left.

It's amazing I could remember it all, but it's not something you can forget easily I suppose. Plus, Mom always did say I had a good memory. When I got back, I couldn't make myself go talk to Mr. Uley. So I told Grandpa. He was really worried that I had spoken to them, even threatened not to let me go to Forks again (not that I'd listen). Sam was at our home a few minutes later. I hid in my room. The were really quiet but super tense. I could feel it.

In fact, all the elders are over at the Uley's now having some sort of meeting about it. Tomorrow, Jacob is coming.

XoXo Jennifer Heartly