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A Pretty Strange Love Story

Summary:
A Pretty Strange Love story banner My lovely banner up there was made by the generous Marauder by Midnight... *stares adoringly* Bella is becoming a vampire, and Jacob can't stand it. Can Ang help him come to terms with it? Angela thinks that Bella will be the same after she is changed, but Jacob is convinced that she will be a monster. Who is right? And will Angela get to keep her best friend and her boyfriend? Oh, by the way, this is the sequel to A Not So Every Day Romance, so read that one first unless you want to be majorly confused. Go read the author's note... big, plot changing edits! DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything from Twilight.


Notes:
Sequel to A Not So Every Day Romance


2. Confusing Happenings

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I lay in bed that night, sleepless. I couldn’t stop wondering what was going on with Bella. She had told me about the process a few times; the intense agony for three days, the incredible strength and possible talents, and even the undeniable thirst. At the time, it hadn’t phased me; I sensed that Bella needed some one to vent to, but now, well, I was a little worried.

Would she be ok? Would Edward be able to control his own undeniable thirst? Would- No, Angela. No more worrying. Bella will be fine.

Then, somehow, I managed to fall asleep.

I was running as fast as I could. I didn’t recognize my surroundings, but I did know who was behind me. Bella. She jumped gracefully from tree-to-tree, always just behind me. I knew instinctively that she was playing with me, giving herself some sport before she killed me. Two pearly fangs replaced her canine teeth, and she lunged. I fell, and fell, and fell…

A loud roar echoed through the woods, followed by a large, furry body. The friendly brown eyes I knew were replaced by cold, angry ones.

“Jacob.” Bella’s voice, normally soft and sweet, was now cold and mocking. “Come to rescue your girl? Cute. Well, go ahead and try.” She lunged backwards, throwing herself at him.

They fought for what seemed like forever. There was blood everywhere, and Bella’s eyes had turned black. An animalistic snarl erupted from her throat, and she bore Jake to the ground; he fought back…

I sat straight up in bed, a cold sweat running down my forehead and into my eyes. My throat hurt—probably from screaming. The clock on my bedside table read three a.m., much too early to go visit Jacob, even though I desperately wanted to see that he was ok.

I lay back down, but tossed and turned for half an hour. No, I couldn’t do this. I had to see that Jake was ok.

I got up and threw on clothes, barely taking time to rake a brush through my hair. The stairs were an unwanted obstacle; I took them two and three at a time. I had never snuck out of the house before, but I didn’t take any time to feel guilty about it. I just got in the car and drove.

I was in La Push in under fifteen minutes. The forests flashed by, and I slammed on the breaks as soon as I noticed that I was passing the driveway. When I pulled up, the house was dark and lonely looking.

When I knocked on the door, no one answered, so I tried the knob. It was unlocked. I guess Billy wasn’t too worried about burglars, as his son could scare them away pretty effectively.

“Angela?” Jacob’s surprised husky voice exclaimed, “What are you doing here? Is something wrong?”

I fell into his arms, letting go of all of my emotional barriers. I sobbed into his shoulder, wishing that he could hold me like this forever and we would never have to return to the real world.

“What happened?” he asked, pulling away slightly so he could look at my face. He pushed the damp hair out of my eyes carefully, and I gave myself a mental slap.

He must be worried sick now! I just pretty much break into his house and start crying like there’s no tomorrow, he must think someone died!

“Nothing happened, not really. I just had a ni- really bad dream — and I wanted to make sure you were ok,” I babbled.

He gave me a smile. “Physically or emotionally?” he asked.

“Both,” I said quietly, feeling selfish. Jake had been friends with Bella even longer than I had, and had been in love with her long before he met me. He had to be more scared than I was … he didn’t even believe that she would be the same person when she came back. At least I had that.

“Stay here tonight?” he asked, and I hesitated. I had snuck out of the house, not that my dad would ever notice. He was too busy with work, and would be gone long before I got home. He would never know.

“Sure.” For a second, a story that Bella had told be popped into my mind. She had said that Edward used to come in her bedroom window and watch her while she slept. Then, something else occurred to me.

“Where’s Billy?”

Jake laughed. “He and Charlie went fishing yesterday and won’t be back until Saturday.”

“Oh.” The word was punctuated with a yawn.

“Come on. Let’s get some sleep.” He took my arm and led me down the short hallway to his room.

He had to clean off the bed, but other than the clothes littering the floor, the room was quite tidy.

“I didn’t know you were such a neat freak,” I teased. He started to reply, but then noticed I was joking.

“And I didn’t know you made fun of exhausted natives,” he shot back. Then he stripped off his shirt and laid down, his eyes daring me to follow.

I swallowed, and bent down to take off my jeans. Two could play this game.

“What are you doing?” His voice came out sounding strangled.

I continued taking them off, hoping by the time I was done my voice would come back. I felt extremely awkward, but there wasn’t a chance in Hell that I was going to let him dwell on Bella, or make me lose at the game he had started, all night.

“What? There’s no way I could sleep in jeans,” I said, my voice sounding only slightly strange.

Then, I slid under the covers and took the pillow from under his head.

“Good night,” I said impishly.

“Hey!” he exclaimed. I ignored his outburst and asked him to turn out the light.

Grumbling, he did so.

“You never told me what your dream was about,” he said after we had been lying there for a while, both of us failing to fall asleep.

I shuddered. “You and Bella, killing each other.” I rolled to face him, and looked into his pain-filled eyes. “Promise me that won’t happen.” He looked away, but I yanked his face back towards me.

“You told me a long time ago that you wouldn’t make me chose Jacob. Are you going back on your word?” I demanded, dangerously close to tears.

“No, of course not. But Ang, it’s going to be harder than you seem to think. Bella and I are going to be mortal enemies. We are going to hate the sight and smell of each other. I just don’t see how I can go near her.” Jacob’s voice broke, and in that instant he became all the more dear to me.

I wrapped my arms around him, my body not failing to notice the feel of his skin on mine.

“We’re all best friends. Nothing is going to change that, not even death or being a vampire and werewolf and mortal. It’s all going to be fine.”

Eventually, his breathing evened and we slept like that all night, his head on my shoulder and my arms around him.

The next few months passed in much the same manner. The Cullens and Bella had moved away, after a phone call to me and Charlie promising that they would be back, and life went on like it had before they had come.

I spent my days at school, and my nights and weekends with Jake. My father only said anything once, and it was, “Don’t do anything stupid Angela.” I just nodded, and left.

Graduation loomed on the horizon, and then, three months after Bella had left, it arrived. It was time to be thrown out into the world. The question was, what would I do in it?