Julianne Swan never knew a normal life. With her parents split up, and being constantly on the move with her mom and her new boyfriend; she was ready to finally have somewhere she could call home. Will she be able to find it in a pair of familiar br...
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11 || b e l l a
IT'S BEEN A FEW DAYS since we've really seen Jacob around. Him and the rest of the pack have been running around, trying hard to find Victoria. Apparently, she keeps running around in circles, or just barely escapes them. Or so Emily says. I've been over the cottage a couple of times, once with Bella, just to get more information from her; her opinion of the whole supernatural.
"I was definitely freaked out at first," she had said. "I ignored Sam for as long as I could." She looked like she wanted to explain more, but held back. "It took a while for me to really come to the conclusion that I wanted to be around Sam, felt this sort of pull towards him, if you will." She smiled gently down at me. "They're really a great bunch of guys. They're all so protective towards those they care about, and they're just big teddy bears at heart."
I was still wary about all the new information but talking to Emily helped in ways. I wasn't so shy around the guys anymore, sometimes even joining in with them when they were joking around, but that was extremely rare. All the constant worry of the Victoria-situation had me in a glum mood.
Bella has also been acting weird--different. It was like she was on an extreme level of boredom. Just the other day, she asked me whether or not I wanted to go with her cliff diving.
"Bella," I shook my head, looking at her from over the couch. "It's too cold to go cliff diving-- the water is below freezing. That's not even including the fact that you could drown with those waves. We should just wait til it gets warmer outside."
I wasn't completely sure if she had really got it into her head or not, but I could only hope. I didn't need to worry if she was going to go on a suicide mission or not.
"Hey, pass me that knife." I looked up from the TV in the living room to see Paul pointing to the knife in front of me, where I was sitting at the table.
I narrowed my eyes ever-so slightly, "you could use your manners." I passed him the knife anyways, knowing that my words meant nothing to him.
"Don't have any," he smiled cheekily before finishing up his muffin that he just smeared with butter.
