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I could not understand why she liked it so much. The rain. When we were in her room packing for her to leave and she mournfully threw all her tank tops into a pile to give to me, she said that she hated Forks because of the rain. Now, on the phone when I called her in response to the wedding invitation, she sounded like the rain was the greatest thing since…well Edward Cullen, her fiancé. For being so against marriage at a young age, Aunt Rene and my mother sure were exited about this wedding. So much so, that we were flying in two weeks early in order to help out. Edward/Bella, Jacob/OC

I can't stop writing. It's boardering on obessive.

10. Kind Of

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Jacob left after much persuasion and I went downstairs. Charlie was sitting, cradling the phone in his lap, crying, and I hoped that Bella's transformation had been so painful that she couldn't think straight.

"Uncle Charlie?" I whispered. He didn't look up at me.

"She's dead."


"Bella...they found the car. The bodies were lost."

I blinked back tears and tried to play this out the best I could. "T-that can't be right," I said.

He looked up at me then. "I'm sorry, Evelyn, I knew you two were close."

I shook my head. "No," I sobbed. I had succeeded in convincing Charlie that I knew nothing and we sat there on the ground crying. I had to get a grip soon and call someone. The first person that popped into my head was of course Jacob.

"I'm going to call Billy," I told him.

He nodded. "I-I have to call Rene and Phil."

I picked up the phone and Jacob answered at the first ring.


"Is Billy there?"

"Hold on."

Billy said he would come before I even got the words out. "Bella's dead," I said, for show.

"I am so sorry," he replied. "We'll be right there."

"They're coming," I told my uncle, once I hung up. He nodded and took the phone from me.

Jacob led me outside as soon as he got here and held me. I sat with my head against his chest and he buried his face in my hair. I could feel the sadness and anger radiating off of him and I wondered how close he was to snapping. The question was answered when Sam let me see him hovering near the woods.

Finally, Jacob raised his head. "I can't believe she went through with it. I can't believe she did this to her parents, to you."

"She did it, Jake."

Charlie came out onto the porch, Billy following behind him. If he thought anything of me sitting on Jacob's lap, he didn't say a word. "Rene, Phil and your mom are coming," Charlie said softly. "I need to call Dr. Cullen and see what he wants to do. Bella and Edward would have wanted to have a memorial service together, I think."

"I'll do it," I murmured, getting up and going into the house.

Jacob followed me while Charlie and Billy talked out on the front porch. I dialed the number that Bella had left in her desk drawer and waited. It rang twice before the calm voice of Carlisle came over the speaker.

"Evelyn. Alice said you would be calling."

I had planned to tell him off, to tell all of them off, but I couldn't. They couldn't control Edward like I couldn't control Bella. I don't think they would have wanted it like this.

"Charlie wants to plan a memorial service," I said.

"Of course."

"He wants it to include Edward's but he wants to make sure it is alright with you."

"It is."

I paused and shook my head. "How can I stand their knowing the truth?"

Silence. "She is dead, Evelyn," he said finally. "The Bella everyone knew is gone. You have to remember that." He sighed. "It's hard. I am doctor, child, seeing a person in pain goes against everything I stand for. It is just as difficult for me to see your family hurting."

I didn't say anything.

"Is the rest of the family coming?"

"They'll want to see you guys," I whispered.

"Of course."

"I should go." I glanced at Jacob who stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Of course. I will be in touch."

"Goodbye." I hung up and sighed. "He doesn't sound happy," I said to Jacob.

"No...they may not have beating hearts, but I keep getting the feeling they aren't completely heartless." He frowned at this, but shrugged. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

I shook my head. "No thank you. I have a lot to do...like prepare the living room for people to sleep in."

Jacob nodded and kissed my temple. "If you need anything, I'll be around."

I nodded my thanks and he left to take his father home.

Charlie came in the house and sat down at the table, looking at his hands. I did not say anything, as I busied myself getting things out for people to sleep in the living room and changing the sheets on Bella's bed. I had a feeling Rene and Phil would want to take the living room, so I saved the best blankets for their use.

That did not take me very long and I was left to my thoughts. I tried not to think about my cousin lying to her family and putting them through untold pain in order for her to be happy.

The more I looked at Charlie, the more I was getting angry. I had to go for a walk or something. I asked Charlie if that was alright or if he needed me.

I said he didn't, so I kissed him on the forehead, something I had never done before, and grabbed my jacket. Half way down the trail in the woods I ran into something that reminded me of a wall.

"You shouldn't be out here," said the wall.

I blinked up at Sam, who was looking down at me with a raised eyebrow.

"It's dangerous." He reached down and pulled me to my feet, brushing the leaves out of my hair. "They could send someone to check in."

"Wouldn't they know?" I asked, slapping his hand away from my sensitive head.

He shrugged. "Don't know, but I don't want to be responsible for not warning you."

"Fine, fine," I muttered. "I just need something to distract me, that's all."

"Not out here."

I glared at Sam and he just started coolly back. So long with those boys and he was just immune to any death glare.

He sighed. "Want me to take you to the rez? Jake should be there to check in soon."

I shook my head. "I should be with Charlie anyway. Can you ask Jacob though, to call Charlie and offer to pick up everyone from the airport? Charlie shouldn't drive."

Sam nodded. "Will do. I'll walk you back."

I went into the house and saw that Charlie had not moved. Sighing, I went to the freezer and pulled out a package of frozen meat balls. I could make pasta at least. I fixed lunch and we ate in silence. Around one the phone rang and Charlie picked it up.

"Hello, Jake," he said. "Thank you but-" Jacob said something else. "Alright. Alright thanks. Yeah I'd love to come up there. No, Evelyn can go with you. Thank you Jacob. We'll drive up."

He hung up the phone. "Jacob volunteered to drive to the airport. He said he'll borrow Sam's truck. You'll go with him."

I nodded and cleared the dishes.

Charlie drove us up, but Jacob was not at the house. Billy said he had gone to Sam's to pick up the car. I decided to go find him.

Emily was washing the dishes when I slipped in the front door. She smiled at me when she saw me.

"Hi," I said.

"Hello. Jake and Sam are out back. Sam hasn't driven the truck in so long and they want to make sure it will run."

I nodded. "The whole turning into a furry thing that can break the sound barrier makes trucks obsolete," I said, rolling my eyes.

Emily shrugged. "They'll be in soon. Do you need anything?"

"No thanks." I really liked Emily. She was so sweet and caring. Reminded me of Esme. If those two hadn't been on opposite sides they would have been best friends.

Jacob came in the house, his arms covered up to the elbow in oil. Sam didn't look much better.

"Outside both of you!" Emily snapped. "Use the hose."

I had never seen anyone move as fast as those two did. I almost laughed, until I remembered why I was here in the first place. My smile faded and Emily gave me a pitying look. I scowled and looked away. I did not want pity.

She seemed to understand because she turned back to whatever it was she was doing. Sam came in a few moments later, stiff and looking like he was about to murder someone.

"What is it?" Emily asked, as Jacob came in behind him and moved over to me. I felt his hands on my shoulders and I frowned.

"My dad's coming," Sam explained.

Emily rolled her eyes. "What does he want now?"

"Money probably, he looks drunk."

Emily slammed some dishes and I frowned. So, Sam's dad was a low life. Poor Sam, he couldn't seem to catch a break in life. His dad's a jerk, he got the werewolf gene, he had give up the woman he loved for her cousin, the girl his brother once loved (loves?) got turned into a vampire and he can't do anything about it. I frowned a little as a man came stumbling through the door. Drunk was right. I did not need this right now.

I wrinkled my nose at the smell and glared at the man.

"What do you want?" Sam asked. Sam in his calmness, Sam in all his "I can't loose control because I might hurt someone." Couldn't he just deck him and get it over with?

"Just a few dollars," the guy slurred.

Idiot, I hope he would trip down the front steps and break his head open. My sudden venom surprised me. Maybe the whole werewolf anger was rubbing off.

"I don't think so," Sam muttered. "Now leave."

He turned around, blinking. I glared at him again and he saw me. "What are you looking at, bitch? This one of your boys' play thing."

Jacob growled and moved between me and Mr. Uley. "Leave now," he hissed.

"I'd do it. Before something happens," Sam said coolly.

Muttering under his breath, Sam's dad stumbled out the door. Everyone relaxed.

"Sorry about that," Sam said.

I shrugged. "What a-" I didn't finish what I was about to say. "How's the truck?"

"In perfect working order," Sam said quickly. "You and Jacob can leave as soon as you want to."

"We should go now," Jacob said slowly.

I nodded and got to my feet. Jacob took my hand and led me outside. Once we were out of the kitchen he hugged me to him. "How are you?"

"Fine," I murmured, inhaling his scent. He was dressed somewhat nicely, probably for the sake of the people we were going to pick up. I kind of liked him in a shirt...kind of.

"Let's get going then," he said, kissing the top of my head.