Hi all, and thanks for reading my first ever Twilight Fanfiction. I'm having so minor issues with paragraph breaks (they're not showing up when I upload chapters, which is becoming increasingly annoying) so I'm trying to break them with a "===o.o====" Haha, it's reminding me of an emoticon! o.O Enjoy. =]

Bella POV.

I sat up. The sound of water running was bugging me, although I really should have become used to it with all the rain we had in Forks - there was heaps of it. Literally. I could feel the cold draft seeping under my bedroom door as I got up to close the window, and shuddered when I saw Edward standing in the corner. In the dark, with only the moonlight reflected on his marble skin. I skittered over, with no control over my very own feet towards him.

"Hi," I tried to smile, but something didn't work right. It felt like the muscles in my face had frozen over. In this weather, I wouldn't be all that surprised if they had. Edward looked down at me, a curious gaze in his eyes. I couldn't read his expression and I was again thankful that he couldn't understand what I was thinking. If he knew the weird and wonderful thoughts that were running through my head right now...

"Hi," he murmured, looking away. He stared away from me and out the window overlooking the dark forest. I shuffled my feet, not really knowing what to say. Would he mind if I said something about Jacob? Yes, my mind answered before I'd had a chance to think much more. Okay. So I definitely wouldn't say anything about Jacob. What about the weather? No. Too boring.

"How are things?" my mouth asked before my brain processed it.

"Slow," he murmured, softly, and for a second I thought he would relax. Instead he tensed up even more.

"Edward," I reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled away. I reached again, and he shrank against the wall.

"What's your problem?"

"My problem?" he turned to face me and I found his irresistible gaze hard to resist. I looked up to meet his eyes.

"Yeah. Your problem." I mumbled.

"I don't have a problem."

"You won't let me touch you."

He couldn't resist a small, sideways smile. "Do I normally?"

"Most of the time." I could feel him watching me when I looked away.

He sighed and I knew I was finally going to get an explanation for this impossible conversation. He relaxed slightly, before answering.

"You're spending time with Jacob again, aren't you?" he snarled. I stepped back, trying to stop the trembles that were shuddering across my body.

"I am," I sighed, wondering where my newfound confidence was coming from. Suddenly he was by the window, his face leaning out into the cold night air. I could see him shuddering, from anger.

I was scared.


"Hi Billy," I grinned as I greeted him, and he smiled back.

"Hey Bella," I was surprised by his welcoming reaction - it had been a while since he'd been so open and relaxed near me. Normally he shrugged and turned away because of the pain I had caused Jacob over the months.

"Is Jacob around?" I asked, letting myself into the house. The sun was baking down this afternoon, and I was glad for the welcome relief of the sun, for once. It meant the Cullens weren't able to leave the house; be in the sunshine. Although I wouldn't put it past them to have a series of tunnels across the underground of the town to travel through if someone needed rescuing. Someone like me.

"Not at the moment. He's at the Emergency Room," Billy leaned away from me.

I shook at the words. Immediately, hundreds of thoughts raced through my head at the thought of Jacob being sick ,being injured...maybe even not so alive.

"What's wrong?" I almost yelled at Billy.

"Nothing, nothing," Billy patted me gently on my shoulder, "Jacob's fine. Leah's come down with a serious case of flu."

I was tempted to ask if she was alright, because it was the most common question, but it was also stupid. Of course she wasn't alright.

"When will she be out?" I queried, not sure if I was going to like the answer.

Billy glanced at the floor and then towards the window. The birds outside were singing, their song to sweet for such an unhappy, unsettling mood. I didn't like it. It felt ominous.

"The doctor said she should be right in around a week or so," he nodded as though he was trying to convince himself that it was in fact, true.

"She'll be fine, Billy - you know how strong she is," I tried to smile, "well, she lives with werewolves for one."

Billy laughed at that, his old eyes crinkled up and he looked suddenly twice his age. Different.

"Do you want anything?" I asked him, pointing to the fridge.

"A soda would be great," he said, as I reached over to grab a can of lemonade for each of us. He led the way that I knew so well to the living room, where I sat perched on the edge of the couch while he sat opposite me.

"You've been coming here a lot lately," Billy remarked.

"I know."

"Everything alright at home? I haven't seen Charlie in a while."

I smiled, "Sure, everything's great with Charlie. He's more passionate about the sport on TV than ever. Apparently there's supposed to be some major league game coming up or something that he's even considering taking time off work to watch."

Billy grinned and gave a husky laugh, "I'm not surprised. It's a pretty big match, and both teams are equal top of the ladder. Not sure we'd agree on who was more likely to win out the two of them," Billy said and continued on about the game.

My mind drifted to two equal teams, both powerful, no one knowing who would win. My thoughts flittered from vampires to werewolves and what a horrible match it would be if they ever broke the treaty. I liked spending time with Jacob, I really did, but I didn't want him getting hurt because one of the Cullens - I thought especially about Edward - broke the treaty to "keep me safe". I shrugged with anger, completely forgetting the fact that Billy was sitting opposite me. I didn't want to be treated like a four year old, or worse, like a human. Someone who couldn't look after themselves. Someone who needed "protection" from another evil.

"Bella?" Billy was next to me, his warm hands holding my cold, pale ones. Suddenly I hated the look of my skin. It was so deathly pale, so vampire like.

"Mhm?" I mumbled, my thoughts scattering behind the conversation of Billy's game.

"Are you okay? You seemed to zone out a little there," he asked, a genuine look of concern crossing his face.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired," I yawned, surprised by really how tired I actually was.

"Do you know when Jake will be getting back?" I asked.

"No. I'll get him to call you when he gets home if you're leaving, though."

I didn't want to leave- the comfort of Billy's mismatched house was so welcoming, and the thought of having to face Edward and his sometimes almost uncontrollable anger was horrifying. I leant over to give Billy a quick hug, who looked surprised.

"Thanks Billy. You're a great person to know," I said, before standing up to go.

"Make sure Jacob calls me when he gets in?"

"Will do, Bella."

"Thanks," I said as I let myself out, the heavy wooden door shutting behind me. The gravel crunched beneath my feet as I made my way over to the great red truck that sat almost sparkling in the sunlight. My thoughts reared about again in anger, thinking about the vampires. The Cullens. My soon to be family.