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A Diffence makes a Lifetime

At Bella's graduation party in Eclipse, something vital becomes completly different. Is that why Jasper made a mistake? And why is Jacob following her around? Poor Angela.

I don't own the characters or previous storyline. Just my new storyline.

4. Sam and Emily plus the pack!

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We left Jacob’s house, and he took me to Sam and Emily’s house. As we rode, I said: “Jacob, I’m so sorry your dad kicked you out because of me. I shouldn’t have come-”

And then I couldn’t talk anymore because his hand was over my mouth. “Alice, it’s not your fault. My dad can be really…. Close- minded when it comes to your family. Don’t worry about it.”

I removed his hand from my mouth. “I don’t know, Jacob…”

“Alice, don’t worry about it.”

“This discussion isn’t over, Jacob Black.”

He rolled his eyes and pulled into another driveway. “Sam and Emily’s.”

Again, he walked up to the door without knocking, this time, yelling, “YO! Sam! Alice is here!”

A young woman, who would have been beautiful, save for the three scars that marred her face, walked in.

“Hey, Emily,” Jake said. “Meet Alice, my girlfriend.”

“Hi, Alice, I’m Emily, Sam’s fiancée.”

“Hi, Emily.”

“Come on, the guys are in the kitchen. So is Kim.”

“Alright, sounds good to me.”

Jake and I followed Emily into a small kitchen, which was made smaller by the ten werewolves crowded around a tiny and very much abused kitchen table. Emily grabbed some muffins out of the oven, and the werewolves each grabbed at least five.

“Man, these muffins are so good a leech would love them!” said one of the wolves.

“We could test that theory,” said another one.

I laughed. “I think I’ll pass.”

Two hours and many dumb werewolf/vampire jokes later, Jacob and I were leaving. Already, I felt like I was part of a huge, hilarious family. We went back home, and apparently, Angela was awake, because I could hear Jasper and Carlisle talking, explaining in Carlisle’s study. Jake and I walked into the main room, and sat down next to Bella and Edward. “Hey Alice!” Bella chirped. “Guess what?”

I closed my eyes, and was swept into a vision. Bella, walking down the aisle to Edward, with me as her maid of honor, and Emmett as the priest, and Jacob (looking very handsome in a tux) standing to Edward’s left.

I squealed. “Yay! Edward! Yay! Bella! Yay! Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!”

Bella giggled. “I know, Alice, but please hold off on the screaming.”

“What’s going on?” asked Jacob.

“I get to be Bella’s maid of honor! Yay!”
“Good for you, Alice,” Jacob said.

I looked at Edward, but he looked frozen on the spot. “Alice, did you just see Jacob… in a vision?”

I looked at him. “Yeah.”

“Did that just start happening? Like just now?” he asked.

I thought. Well, I always knew, in the back of my mind, what the future was doing. But recently, there’d been more… more involving Jacob. But only Jacob, no other members of his pack.

“Why is that?” asked Edward.

“I don’t know,” I whispered.

“Carlisle,” Edward said in a normal voice.

In a spilt second he was there.


Edward explained the situation to Carlisle, and Carlisle came up with a theory: My life was now so intertwined with Jacob’s that he was a part of me, letting me see him. We went with that explanation, and Bella and Edward went upstairs. Then it was just Jacob and I, sitting on the couch. I stood, and he followed. We went up to my room, and I grabbed a bridal magazine that I’d been saving just for this exact occasion. Jacob sat down on the bed, and I sat on his lap, suggesting random ideas while he rubbed soothing circles on my back.

“Alice,” he said.

“Yes, Jacob?” I asked, turning my head.

“Alice, stop freaking out. You have a month. And you never sleep, so now you have an extra eight hours while I’m not conscious to think about this stuff.”

“Oh,” I pouted.

“Alice,” he whispered in my ear, “why are you asking me? I know nothing about all of this.”

“Good point,” I said.

“Then why aren’t you getting Rose or someone?”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, of course not, but I don’t really want to talk about Bella’s wedding.”

“Alright. What do you want to talk about?”

“I dunno, you pick.”

I thought. Then, suddenly: “Is Emily’s cooking really that good?”

He snorted.


“Did you have to ask?”

I waited.

“Oh, I guess you did. YES OF COURSE it’s that good!”