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A Change in Monsters

When Bella comes back from Renee's after Edward leaves in New Moon, she has trouble coping. Will she ever find love again? Sam/Bella

NO EMILY! Just so you know! She's not in this story, never will be...

9. Uneventful

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“So, when you got home the truck was just there?” I clarified, tracing the muscles on Sam’s chest with my index finger. We had gotten home about fifteen minutes ago and we ended up on his bed. My head was rested on his chest, while his arms were wrapped around my shoulders.

“Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer into his side. “It was really weird.”

“Weird, yeah. Probably more like creepy, though. It doesn’t make sense to me. My mind is so screwed; too much has happened today. My brain needs a rest!”

Sam shifted under my head. “Would kissing you be too much for your brain?”

“No,” I dragged out.

“Good…good.” He made no move to kiss me though. He just brought his hand up to my head and started brushing my hair gently. I sighed dramatically, and started tracing his nicely tones eight pack again.

“Oh, Bella, come ‘ere.” Sam grabbed me around the waits and rolled me on top of him. He pulled my head down to him fiercely, and our lips pressed together hard. I didn’t wince like I though I might, but just waited till his lips were softer, and then started moving my lips against his. I felt his tongue trace the outside of my lips, and then slide into my mouth. I was not sure how to react, so I kept kissing him, even though his tongue was sort of in the way.

I was glad that he lived alone, because this would be one of those awkward moments when one of the parents walked in.

I felt tiny and fragile on top of him, and his hardcore abs made me feel weak. I tried to ignore these things, though, and just concentrated on Sam and me—me and Sam. Our kiss deepened—if possible—and Sam rolled me over so we were both on our sides. He grabbed my thigh and brought it up onto his side. We broke apart for a millisecond to take a breath, but then went right back on kissing.

It was nice feeling Sam’s hand moving from my hip and then down my leg.

It was a while until we stopped kissing, but when we did, we went back to the same position as before: my head resting on his chest, and his arm rested lightly on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes and stretched my arms over my head, adjusting to the sunlight that was seeping in through the windows. I turned to the side to find that Sam was not there. Instead, there was a note in his place.

I picked it up and read:


I’m downstairs cooking you a delicious Breakfast in Bed.

Don’t worry, I called Charlie and told him you fell asleep after laser tag because you were tired. Oddly, he believed that.

DO NOT MOVE FROM THE BED! I promise to be up soon.

Always yours,

Sam (Your amazing werewolf.)

And that’s what Sam was: mine. My werewolf. It felt good to have someone again. No one was here to stop me. Even Alice did not seem like she was going to try to break us up.

I sighed, burying myself deeper into the covers. I was back in the boxers and shirt I had been wearing before we had left. I turned over onto my stomach and rested with my arms raised above my head.

I was breathing in Sam’s unusual sweet smell as I heard the door open. Something was set on the ground and I felt Sam’s body lay next to me on top of the covers. His hand started rubbing circles in my back.

“You awake?” he whispered softly, kissing the top of my head with soft lips.

“Hmm.” I mumbled. I turned over and sat up slowly.

“Nice,” he said, commenting briefly on my hair.

My eyes opened wide as I felt the top of my head. My hair was a big poof. I tried to smooth it out, but Sam stopped me. “No, don’t. I like this; it’s like me seeing the real you.”

“Ha ha.”

“Here,” Sam said as he reached down to the floor and brought up a small table covered with food.

“Whoa! Sam, did you have fun cooking?” I asked. The table with filled with eggs, pancakes, waffles, fruit, coffee, juice, you name it.

“Well, I was hungry, too!”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot about you guys’ mad eating skills.” He laughed and pulled me on his lap, placing the table on my lap.

“I’ll try to contain my eating habits this morning,” he muttered in my ear. I laughed softly while grabbing the orange juice and taking a quick swig. Then, I realized how empty my stomach felt and picked up one of the forks and ate some of the eggs.

When about half the food was gone I laid my had on his shoulder as he moved the table back to the ground. His arms encircled my waist, but I sat up again quickly as I remembered it was Monday.

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

“It’s Monday, I have to get to school!” I yelled.

“It’s 6:45, you have time,” he reassured.

“Oh.” I looked over to the clock and sure enough it was. I sighed and rested my head back on his shoulder. “I suppose I could just wear the clothes I was wearing yesterday before your truck went into the water. Did you wash them?”

“Those? They got disgusting from the water. I threw them out.”

My eyebrows rose. “What will I wear to school, then? I certainly can’t wear what I’m wearing right now.”

His eyes skimmed me up and down slowly, and he started nodding. “True. You do look cute, though. Everyone would really be jealous of me.” I giggle, and he kissed my neck “Don’t worry,” he murmured against my neck. “while you take a shower, I’ll find you an old pair of jeans and a shirt you can wear.”

“Ah, you are so sweet.”

“I know.” He kissed my jaw this time, but then moved me off the bed into a standing position. “You go and take a shower now.”

I bounced up and kissed him on the lips. “I’ll miss you.”

“You’ll only be in the shower for twenty minutes at the most,” he said.

“And, I’ll miss you every one of those minutes.”

“Of course you will,” he said, kissing me quickly. “Now. Shower.”

When I hopped out of the shower, there was a pair of jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. I put them on, and laughed when I saw how baggy the jeans and shirt were.

Sam was standing at the bottom of the stairs when I started to come down. When he saw me, he let out a low whistle. “You look great in my clothes. You should always wear them.”

“If only I could,” I said.

“You can. Just come to my house every morning and I’ll have clothes ready for you. You’d be like my own personal Barbie.”


“Yeah, just a little.” His laughter died down as he said, “We have to get you to school. I don’t want you to be late.”

“Mm-Hmm.” Sam slid an arm around my waist and guided me out to his truck.

Sam pulled up to the front of the school. “I am so glad that I’m not in high school,” he said for the tenth time since we had left his house.

“You told me, Sam. And I said you were lucky,” I reminded him.

“In a couple more months it will all be over. Do you need a ride home?”

“No, I don’t want you to go out of your way. I’ll try to mooch a ride off Alice. It shouldn’t be too difficult.”

Sam nodded gravely. “Be careful, Bella.”

“I will be.” He gathered me in his arms and kissed me deeply. “I should probably go,” I muttered against his lips. “I’ll call you when I get home so you know that I wasn’t eaten by Alice.”

“You do that,” he said, as he released me to go out the door. “’Bye Bella.”

“See you later.” I kissed him on the cheek, and then hopped out of the truck.

Sam waited until I was inside the building until he drove off. I tried my best to ignore all the people staring at me, obviously wondering who I was just with.

“Hey Bella,” Angela said, coming up beside me.

“Hi Ang. What’s up” I asked.

“Nothing much, this weekend Ben and I went to see that new movie. That romantic comedy.”

“Oh, was it good?”

“It had its up and downs. How was your weekend?”


“Was that that Jacob Black kid in the car with you?”

“NO, it was… my boyfriend, Sam Uley.”

“Oh, well that’s nice. I have to go to class. See you at lunch.”

As I continued to walk towards my class, Alice slid up beside me. “Hey Alice,” I chirped.

“Hello Bella. How was the rest of your day yesterday?”

“Great. And yours?”

“All right,” she said, frowning slightly. “You were with the werewolf all night?”

“Yes, I fell asleep.”

She nodded and was quiet, her eyes closing quickly. From what I knew, she was having a vision. She opened them again, and I could tell that she was trying to keep her expression straight. I tried to not ask about it, but as we walked into the class room and sat down, I could not help myself.

“Alice,” I began, “what was your vision about?”

“I did not have a vision, Bella,” Alice sang, averting her eyes from mine.

“But I know you had one!” I protested.

“Not here, Bella, not now. When you’re ready.” She said this slowly enough that when she was finished the bell rang.

“Alice,” I whispered quickly. “Do you think you could give me a ride home?”

She nodded.

“Alice,” I whispered again. “How did you know that I was with Sam?”

“Everyone is talking about you two. And I smelled him on you. You smell like wet dog.”