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Edward never came back, and Bella changed. She is now a famous movie star. When Edward suddenly shows up, will she have room for him in her life?

This is my first story, so it may not be great!

4. Chapter 4

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“Bella Swan!”

I turned around in the middle of the empty street as a woman came rushing out of a house, her arms outstretched. She hugged me tightly.

“I can’t believe you’re back! You know, being a celebrity and all!”

I stepped back to take a look at her. She was about my age, with long straight hair and heavy eye makeup. She wore a brilliant smile.

“Uh,” I murmured, not sure how to tell her I did not recognize her at all. She grinned even wider at my shocked and slightly confused face.

“You don’t recognize me?” she guessed. “Jessica, from high school!”

I gaped at her. “Jessica!” I repeated. “You’rer13;”

Her smile turned sad. “Still here, I know.” Then she brightened slightly. “But I can’t believe that you’re a movie star!”

I smiled at her, and then turned back. Edward and his family had disappeared, probably to go back to their house. Jessica was still chatting about how high school used to be and Forks news when I turned back to her.

“Uh, Jess, I have to go,” I said in my attempt to escape her. She looked sad briefly.

“Are you staying in Forks?” she asked in a quieter voice.

“I, uh, don’t think so,” I said in an equally quiet voice. She sighed.

“Okay, well, bye Bella!” she exclaimed, hugging me again. Then I turned around and walked briskly around the street and out of sight.

During my journey to the Cullens’ house, I passed my old street. Stopping, I looked down it and I could see Charlie’s house. As if an invisible force pulled me, I began automatically moving towards the small house. Pausing in front of it, I examined the exterior. It had not changed much; the paint was chipping and the grass was overgrown, but overall it was the same house I had left. Walking slowly up the walk, step by step, I quickly found myself at the door. I balled my hand into a fist and knocked hard on the cracking wooden door, twice.

“Coming!” called a deep voice, far too young to be Charlie’s, and a young man hurried up to the door. I could only see his silhouette until he opened the door.

“Bella!” Jacob Black exclaimed, slightly taken aback. I smiled at him widely.

“Hi Jake!” I said enthusiastically.

“Who is it?” Charlie’s voice called from the living room. Jacob smiled and stepped aside to let me in. Thanking him with a nod of my head, I took one step inside and darted out of the way as Jacob shut the door hard behind me.

“Jacob,” Charlie called again, and I could hear a slight hint of concern in his voice, “who is at the door?”

“Bella,” he yelled back, and he led me into the living room where Charlie was lounging on the couch, Billy Black in his wheelchair next to him, the TV on to the sports channel.

“Bella!” Charlie breathed, and stood up to give me a tight embrace. I hugged him back, truly happy to see him.

“Hi Dad!” I said. I tried to take a step back, but Charlie held on. “Dad, you can let go now,” I said, patting his arm gently. He stepped back, not letting go of my hand.

“You’ve changed so much, Bells,” he said fondly, giving me another warm hug.

“How did you get here so quickly?” Billy Black interrupted. A pang of fear shot through my heart.

“W-What do you mean?” I asked. “I flew here.”

“Your last scene only just finished shooting. You could not have possibly had time to get here on a plane,” he said. I groaned silently. Leave it to Billy Black, the intense despiser of vampires, to monitor my every move. “Bella?” he asked again. I looked up at him, and could tell from the angry flash of his eyes that he knew how I arrived in Forks. I bit my lip and turned away from his horrified glare.

“How has things been in La Push?” I asked Jacob, and he knew that I was really asking for an update on the werewolf pack.

“Just fine,” he said, and he winked at me. I smiled back.

“How long will you be here, Bella?” Charlie asked, obviously not noticing Billy’s hostility, or Jacob’s wink.

“I don’t know, but not for very long. I’m sort of just passing through,” I said.

“Passing through?” Charlie repeated. “To where?”

“Uh, Canada?” I said, inventing a destination on the spot.

“Bella,” Jacob said, motioning me into the kitchen, “can I see you a moment?”

“Sure,” I said hesitantly, following him into the cluttered kitchen. I was slightly curious at how Charlie was faring, cooking on his own, but I did not have time to search the cupboards and refrigerator.

“Bella, why are you really here?” Jacob asked, turning on me. I bit my lip, getting ready to lie.

“To see Charlie,” I said innocently.

“You know,” Jacob said, “for a famous actress, you are still bad at lying.”

I sighed. “I am not!” I protested.

It was Jacob’s turn to sigh this time. “Another lie? Bella, you are irritatingly stubborn.”

I straightened in silent protest, then slouched in resignation. “Fine, I’m not going to Canada. The Cullens brought me here.”

“Why?” Jacob pressed.

I sighed again. “The Volturi are after me.”

“You mean the scary vampire government?” Jacob clarified.

“Yeah, sort of,” I said. “And we came here to escape them.”

He nodded in silent thoughtfulness. I searched his face for any signs of emotion, but I could not decipher any. Finally, he turned his head up, looking me straight in the eye.

“Where’s Cullen?” he asked shortly.

Surprised, I answered, “At their house.”

“We’re going there.”