Butterflies quickly formed in my stomach, as I pulled into the driveway of the familiar, old, two story home. Everything looked exactly the same as it had the last time I was here over two years ago. In fact, I don't think anything had been moved.

Slowly exiting the car, I walked over to the front door. The old wooden stairs creaked underneath my feet.

I knocked twice before the door swung open.

"Hi Billy," I smiled.

"Bella Swan. It's been so long."

I laughed and leant down, hugging him tightly. "I know. You look good."

"It's been hard, you know? These wheels keep me confined," he said motioning to his wheelchair. "How the hell have you been? Come in, come in!" he insisted, rolling himself into the living room. "Take a seat, child."

I laughed at his anxiousness and took a seat on the only un-matching chair in the living room. "It's been forever. How have you been? Where's Jake?"

"Oh, Jake's been— JAKE! COME DOWN HERE PLEASE!" He yelled, causing me to laugh harder. "He's been good. He's been in his bedroom most of the summer playing with that stupid play station game. It was the first thing he bought when he got that job of his."

"Oh, he works?" Billy nodded, the smile never leaving his face. "Where at?"

"The grocery store over town."

"Oh," I smiled and tapped my foot nervously.

"What Dad?" Jacob hollered, walking into the living room.

I stood up from the chair, as my old best friend stood in the entry way. "Hi Jake," I grinned.

"Bella?" I nodded. "Holy fuck." He grinned, practically running over and hugging me. "It's been so damn long," he sighed, fanning his hot breath into my hair.

"I know," I cried into his sweater. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you, too. How have you been?" Jacob stopped the hug then, holding my shoulders and looking me over. "You really grew up. My god, is that a C-cup?" he joked.

I laughed and punched his shoulder. "Shut the hell up."

"Seriously, how the hell have you been?" he asked, taking a seat on the couch while I sat in the chair I had just occupied. Billy had rolled himself into the kitchen, giving us privacy to catch up.

"I've been good. Great even.," I lied.

"You're lying," he laughed.

I gaped, "How the hell can you tell?"

"You scrunch your nose up when you fib."

I smiled, "You still remember that?"

"Hell yeah I do. I remember everything. So what's going on?"

"Nothing. Me and the boyfriend just broke up," I sighed.

"You're mother was telling me a couple months ago, you met somebody."

I smiled timidly and sighed. "Yeah, I did."

"What happened?"

"I fucked up," I laughed humourlessly. "I slept with his best friend." Jacobs eyes went wide, I raised my hands, palms forward. "But in my defence, I was drunk!"

"Great excuse, Bella," he laughed.

"Anyway, enough about me. What's going on with you? Jacob Black, doing manual labour?" I joked.

He grimaced, "Shut it. It isn't because I want too. I'm just helping dad out with some bills."

I frowned, "I'm sorry I wasn't here when it happened."

"It's fine. I knew if you could, you would have been here."

"Is he okay?" I leaned in and whispered, careful that his father wouldn't hear us talking about him.

Jacob nodded slowly. "As okay as he's going to ever be. I'm doing as much as I can around here with bills and working around the house. But it's hard."

"I imagine. I'm sorry Jake. I really am," I offered.

Jacob shook his head, and plastered a big smile on his face. "It's good. we're moving forward. And hey, now you're here. So shits just going to get better." I smiled. "How long are you staying anyway?"

"I'm suppose to stay for three more weeks. But I'm thinking about staying longer."

"Not ready to see the ex yet?"

I shook my head and pouted, "Not yet."

—

"Mom, I'm home!" I hollered as I shut the front door behind me, throwing my shoes into the closet.

"She went out."

"Where did she go?" I asked, walking into the living room and leaning on the wall. "Did you just get home from work?" I asked, noticing my mother's husband was lying on the couch with a blanket covering him. His eyes were hooded, while he flicked channels on the television. Joey was occupying himself by running toy cars over the coffee table.

Phil nodded. "Yeah. And grocery store. If you need anything, she has her cell on her."

"No, it's okay," I said, picking up Joey who had crawled over to me when he had heard my voice. I blew raspberries into his neck, causing him to giggle. "Why'd she go there?" I laughed, blowing another raspberry.

"She needed to get a few extra things for the supper on Sunday."

"What supper?" I asked, raising a brow while Joey pulled on the string from my sweater.

"She didn't tell you?" I shook my head, smiling down at my brother. "My daughter's coming over. We thought it was time you two met."

"Oh," I frowned.

"Is that okay? Are you busy?"

I nodded and sighed loudly. "Yeah, but it's okay. It was the only day Jake had off this week, so we made plans. But he'll understand."

"Jacob's more then welcome to come. I'm sure it won't be a problem with your mother."

"Great," I smiled, putting Joey back on the ground. Immediately he crawled over to his father.

Walking into the kitchen, I noticed a pot on the stove.

"Oh, your father called Bella," Phil hollered from the living room.

"Okay," I hollered back, grabbing the phone and taking a seat at the kitchen table with a plate of supper.

After three rings, Charlie picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Dad," I smiled into the phone.

A/N: This is mostly just a filler chapter, so it's shorter then the other chapters but you get to know a little bit about Jacob.