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Best Friends Since Ever

Summary:
Bella and Amanda have been best friends since... ever. So of course that's who Renee turns to when Bella needs help with her post-Edward depression. But Amanda has a huge secret.. one that literally blurs the lines of fantasy and reality. Note- I changed the last chapter a bit to fit better with what I want to write in the sequel, so you may want to re-read it.


Notes:
This is my first (written down) fan fic, so I'd really love people's opinions (however brutal they may be) to help me improve and make the story better. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it!


6. In Which Jacob Nearly Gets His Butt Whooped

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How DARE he! After all this time! She was just starting to heal! And then he! He is SO dead! I stopped, and switched thought tracks before my anger could get a hold of me. This past week had been awful. Bella looked horrible on Monday, like she hadn’t slept at all. She probably hadn’t, if she was as scared by what happened in the meadow as she should be. I couldn’t find any way to calm her fears without giving away my own secret. Even as her fear of not making it to the next day dimmed, her frustration and hurt over the absence of Jacob strengthened tenfold. She finally went to investigate Friday after school. She returned, holding her middle, in tears.

“Not as bad.” She whispered, almost as a mantra. “Not as bad!”

She explained how Sam Uley told Jacob he couldn’t be friends with Bella anymore, and how Jacob was suddenly conforming to Sam Uley’s little gang. I was gone as soon as she and Charlie had fallen asleep. Someone had to talk some sense into those boys, and it might as well be someone who’s willing to beat the crap out of him.

I banged on his door until Billy answered it.

“I’m sorry for coming over so late, but I really need to speak to Jacob.” I said sweetly to hid father. He hesitated, so I added in a much more forceful voice. “Now.”

“Can I help you?” A shirtless Jacob asked coolly, coming to the door.

“Come for a walk with me?” I gestured with my head towards a path into the woods.

“It’s dangerous to be in the woods at night.” He deflected my offer.

“You aren’t afraid are you, Wolf Boy?” Shock flitted across his face, then it hardened.

“Fine.” He said, stepping outside. We walked in a huff, and as soon as we were a decent distance from the house, I started on him.

“How dare you abandon Bella! She comes to you for comfort, and you turn your back on her just because Sam Uley tells you to!” I spat all this at his hardened face. “I have half a mind to drag you kicking and screaming to her house to apologize.”

“It’s none of your business.”

It’s none of my business?” I almost attacked him right there. “You have been healing my best friend for weeks now. She’s become dependent on you and you just abandon her! She was crushed! She came home in tears, holding her middle crying ‘not as bad, not as bad!’ How is it possibly not my business that you ripped my friend to shreds just after you put her back together.” I was shaking with rages now, as was he. He was going to phase soon, and be in for a big surprise.

“Don’t you accuse me of anything! It’s not like that! I couldn’t… I can’t… you don’t’ understand!”

“I don’t understand?” I laughed, only slightly hysterically. “I think I understand just fine!” I said, phasing. In my minds eye, I could see myself, becoming a huge, powerful wolf. My fur was white and soft, a complete contrast to the dark Quileute pelts. Jacobs eye’s widened and stared. I phased back. “I think I understand perfectly. And Bella would too. If you just told her…”

“I can’t. Sam, our Alpha, gave orders. You would understand that.”

“I bet Sam didn’t tell you to give hints. I bet it would be okay if she guessed. You could remind her of the legends you told her.” His eyes brightened with hope.

“You’re right! In the morning I’ll…”

“No. Go now, when you won’t be missed. There’s a spruce in their yard, you can knock on her window.”

He nodded and turned to go, but stopped. “Thank you,” was all he said before phasing and running through the woods. I smiled. Maybe he could make this right. I sighed and began the drive back to Charlie’s house. If only he could make this right…