The rest of the week went by fast and uneventful. I sat with Mike and all of his friends at lunch but he and Angela were the only ones that really talked to me. I mostly listened to my iPod and did homework. I got used to having Edward Cullen in my English class. He is now just another blurry blob in my version when I daydream.

Overall, Forks High School wasn't that bad. I got used to the wind and rain roaring outside my window. It is actually quite soothing.

After the baseball game Friday night I decided to be brave. I took a deep breath when Uncle Charlie turned the TV off.

"Hey Uncle Charlie" I stood up and followed him towards the stairs. "I know it hasn't been very long but I was hoping if . . . maybe I could re-paint Bella's room?"

He paused, his hand tightening on the banister. "What?"

I held up my hands, innocently. "Don't freak out. Everything is staying except the color of the walls. If you don't want me to I'll be okay with that. I was just wondering since Bella and I have such different tastes"

Uncle Charlie glanced at my outfit: a long blue sleeved shirt, tight bleached jeans and black flats. He chuckled. "You've got a point there, Thia. Sure if you really want to"

As he walked up the stairs I heard him whisper. "Maybe the change will be good"

I smiled. "Thanks Uncle Charlie! Goodnight. I love you"

He returned the smile from the top of the stairs. "Goodnight Thia" He walked into his room and by the time I climbed the stairs I could hear him snoring.

I woke up early Saturday morning. I looked out my window and saw that the cruiser was gone. Uncle Charlie must have gone down to see Billy in La Push. I grabbed a pair of old ratty jeans and my Relient K concert t-shirt. I brushed the knots out of my hair and than brushed my teeth. Once I was done, I went downstairs and grabbed my keys. The sky was a pale gray, it couldn't rain today. But it probably would anyway.

I drove to the nearest hardware/paint store I could find. I studied their shelf of paint colors they had. I settled with a very dark turquoise blue. It would look nice with the curtains. I was glad that I wouldn't have to change them after all.

I bought a gallon of paint, two paint brushes and a paint roller. When I left the store, it was just starting to drizzle. The sky was a darker shade of gray. I frowned and hurried towards the truck. When I got home, it was raining harder, I grabbed my bag and ran into the house. I shook the water from my hair in the hallway.

"Thia?"

I jumped at the sound of Uncle Charlie's voice. It had come from the kitchen. I walked into the room and saw that he wasn't alone. Jacob and Billy sat at the table with Uncle Charlie, a deck of cards in the middle.

"Hey" I smiled. "I didn't know you guys were coming over"

"It was a last minute kind of thing" Jacob smiled. He glanced at the gallon of paint and plastic bag in my hand. "What's that for?"

"I'm going to paint Bella's- I mean my room" I told him. Jake's black eyes somehow got darker at the sound of Bella's name but than they brightened again.

"I fold" he said, setting his hand of cards facedown on the table and stood up. I had to bend my neck back just to look at his face. He had gotten taller.

"I'll help you. I was losing anyway:

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

He shrugged. "Sure, I don't mind"

I grinned and led the way up the stairs to my room. I set the paint and bag down on the light hardwood floor. I clapped my hands and rubbed them together.

"Okay, we better start with covering the floor with old bed sheets" I nudged Jake on the arm, ignoring how hot his skin felt. "There should be some in the cabinet"

He smiled. "Pushy"

I laughed. "Shut up, Black"

He chuckled. "You sound like Bella"

My smile fell. I looked at Jacob. He was holding a pile of sheets but his eyes were dark again.

"I'm sorry Jake" I whispered, reaching for his hand. The heat coming from it didn't hurt this time. It felt nice. "You and Bella were close" It wasn't a question. Just a statement of fact.

"Best friends" Jacob whispered, staring out my window. "It was really hard for me when Bella died. But I'm getting better and it's all because of you"

I stared at me, shocked. "Me?"

He smiled. "Yes, you. Thia you helped fill this hole in my chest. I'm one piece again" Jacob's grip on my hand tightened. He pulled me closer until we were inches away from each other. Our faces getting closer and closer. Jacob's lips were only a centimeter away from mine when I turned my head away. He ended up kissing my hair. He looked at me, startled. I pulled my hand out of my grasp and grabbed a paintbrush. I tossed it to him.

Jake still looked at me, shocked.

I glanced away and than back. I gave him a small smile and said. "Come on. We better get to work"