It was difficult getting up for school in the morning, considering that my weekend had been extended by a few days. I was used to sleeping until 9:30 at the earliest, and I wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep after Emmett had pushed my door open and yelled for me to get up while pulling me out of bed and into his arms. I hated the days when Emmett woke me. He was so much less gentle than the others. Edward and Alice always allowed me several warnings similar to, 'I'm going downstairs, but I'll be back in a few minutes, so you have until then…' Emmett on the other hand, preferred to startle me awake, and leave me with little opportunity or desire to go back to sleep.

"Good morning, kiddo,"

"What's so great about it?" I asked, rubbing my eyes and stretching.

"The prospect of gaining new knowledge," he answered and I raised an eyebrow, "Hey, it was an attempt,"

"A pretty crumby one," I replied and he put me down on my bed.

"Get ready for school," Emmett answered, a bit scornfully, before he left my room, "And Edward's back, in case you wondered." I got dressed much quicker than usual. After thinking about things, mainly his new girlfriend, I decided that I was beyond curious to know what was going on between them, what had been said, how she had reacted. I hastily pulled on a pair of jeans and a turtle neck sweater before letting my hair down, brushing my teeth, and hair. I gathered my books, looked at the clock, and stopped. It was only 6:00, and we didn't have to leave until 7:45, at the very earliest. Emmett had woke me up much, much earlier than what was necessary.

When I came downstairs, Alice, Edward and my father were watching the news closely. I sat between Edward and Alice on the couch, watching the story about the man that my father had practically delivered to the police, the man that Edward had saved Bella from.

"That's him?" I asked, looking to Edward. He was the definition of the stranger that your parents instruct you to stay away from when you're little, "He looks like he would be a criminal."

"They don't all look so scary. That's why you need to be careful." My father said from behind me and Edward nodded in agreement. I knew that. Nate didn't seem like a creep, like a jerk, but looks could be deceiving. I could sense that they were leaning towards turning Bella's misfortune into a lesson for me.

"I know that I do," I answered and Edward's eyes moved back to the TV, as my father stood up. He kissed my forehead and headed towards the kitchen to find my mother and say goodbye to her before he left for work.

"You had better go eat breakfast," Edward said casually when the news story was over.

"Don't you want to come and keep me company?" he looked like he was torn, and I knew why. He wanted to be with Bella. It felt stupid to be jealous of that, but I was. A week prior, I had been dying for Edward's attention to be elsewhere, but now that it was, I just wanted it back.

"For a few minutes," he finally answered, though a little half-heartedly. He got up to follow me.

"You don't have to if you don't want to," I said quietly, while still walking forward; he had still heard it clearly.

"Now don't go and do that," He gently tugged on a strand of my hair and I turned towards him, "This doesn't change things,"

"Yes it does, Edward," I answered, "Don't lie to me." He nodded. He hated when I was smarter than he thought I was, or at least more insightful than he believed me to be.

"Okay, so it does, but it doesn't have to change things much, if we don't let it,"

"I doubt that,"

"Don't doubt me," he said, jokingly, "I'm your big brother. Mia, we'll figure it out, okay? This is all new, to all of us," I nodded, "I'm still here,"

"Mia, come eat your breakfast," My mother's voice floated through the house. I headed towards the kitchen and Edward followed me, and discussed his new relationship with Bella, while I ate my eggs and toast. I was surprised that he told me as much as he did, considering that it was so new, and made him feel so vulnerable, but I was his little sister and I had a feeling that he was attempting to overcompensate for the fact that things were changing by being exceptionally cooperative.

"Alright," he said as I finished my food, "I'll see you at school,"

"Just for the record, I'm allowed to speak with her, right?" he laughed.

"Naturally, but Alice is absolutely not allowed." He smiled at me.

"Hey, I heard that," Alice yelled from her seat in the living room.

"See you later," Edward answered and disappeared into the garage.

I spent the extra time before class running to each of my teachers and getting all of the work that I had missed during my extended weekend. I didn't need Edward's gift to see that they were all irritated by the fact that I had been absent. They all knew that we were "camping" rather than home sick with the flu or something acceptable such as that. I was both excited and nervous for health class with Bella. She knew now, and that would make conversation more natural, I supposed, but she knew, and that meant that she also knew that I had lied.

"A silly legend?" Bella asked as she sat beside me; she did not face me as she said it. I bit my lip and she turned in my direction, noting the look on my face, "It's fine, Mia. I understand why you couldn't just tell me."

"Good, because I wanted to, but I just-,"

"I know that you did," she answered, "You got Jacob started, remember?" I nodded.

"Well, Jacob called me the other night; he's coming over tonight if you would like to come over."

"I don't know how Edward will feel about it," I answered.

"Just let me take care of that," she answered, "Jake was very adamant that both of us be there." I raised an eyebrow.

"Why?" I asked a bit perplexed by the statement. She shrugged and our teacher started the lesson, silencing the conversation.

After school, I met Emmett outside of his Spanish class, hoping to catch Edward as well, but he was no place to be seen.

"Where's Edward?" I asked, noting his absence.

"Where do you think he is?" he asked. I had already known the answer to that question, but I asked for the sake of conversation. He and Bella were official now, and everyone was talking about it, especially my siblings. Though Alice and I had known the night before, we had waited to tell Rose, and had planned to wait longer, but she could tell something was up when Edward and Bella sat together at lunch. Emmett had had to restrain her, and she was pissed. It was one of the very rare times that I had kept my mouth shut, rather than choosing to provoke her. I didn't even want to risk it. Jasper had not been too keen on the announcement either, but he was better at hiding his temper than Rose was. Anyone was better at that than Rose.

By the time that we reached the car, there was a horde of guys admiring Rosalie's car, talking about car parts that I didn't even know existed. It was so much easier when we just took the Volvo or the Jeep to school, but even those vehicles were of a whole different caliber than the vehicles that most teenagers drove in Forks. Nate and his friends stood at the far end of the group and nodded in my direction. I felt Emmett clasp a hand on my shoulder, pulling me closer to him, and Nate walked away. When I looked up to Emmett's face, he was scowling and I offered him a smile. He was really more protective than he needed to be.

"He's lucky that you're a nice girl, and you didn't want me to hurt him," Alice, Jasper, and Rose arrived just behind us.

"Yes he is," I replied, "And I'm more than thankful that you were capable of controlling yourself," He rolled his eyes and left my side, shooing everyone away and letting us all get into the car. Ordinarily, Rose would have loved the attention that her car was getting, but she was still angry about her newly acquired knowledge regarding Edward. The whole ride home consisted of her ranting on, more and more, about the new relationship, and Edward's carelessness, and my enthusiasm for the whole thing. Edward beat us home, which surprised me since he was supposed to be dropping Bella off first, and I had assumed that it would be awhile.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked as I walked through the door.

"Where?" I asked, slightly confused.

"To Bella's. She said that she wanted you to come over," A smile grew across my face.

"Yeah, sure; hang on two seconds," I ran up the steps to my room, throwing my bag down on the floor, and studying myself in the mirror. I ran a brush through my hair and made myself a bit more presentable. Five minutes passed before I came down stairs and Edward looked at me with a raised eyebrow.

"What about your books?" he asked, "she said you had a health project due,"

"Right, right. I can't believe I forgot those," I ran back up the stairs again and grabbed my textbook, nearly tripping down the stairs on my way back to the first floor.

"You do know that a trip to the emergency room is not going to get you there any faster, right?" Emmett asked as he grabbed my arm, stabilizing me, before I landed face first on the floor. I stuck my tongue out at him and got out of his grasp.

"Let's go. We're wasting time." I said to Edward as I walked toward the garage and he promptly followed, though it seemed to me that he was taking too long.

"Something in me really doesn't like the idea of having the two of you alone together," he said as we were on our way to Bella's house. He was driving at a nearly human speed; he really didn't want this to happen.

"Why? Do you think I'll steal your girlfriend?" he duly noted my sarcasm, and then simply looked at me as though I should already know the answer.

"Well, for starters, you two are far too clumsy not to have someone there looking out for your general well being."

"I am not," I answered, defiantly.

"Did you not just fall down the stairs?"

"Fine; I don't have perfect balance," he laughed, but didn't continue on with his reasons, "You can't read our minds," I stated. He didn't answer, "And that kills you, doesn't it?" I laughed, whole heartedly, "That really bothers you that much?" I continued. Edward wasn't amused.

"The only other person in the world that I can't read, and you have to go and be good friends with her," I shrugged. I had thought about it, but not too much. It was nice to know that there was someone out there like me, someone he couldn't read, but I could understand why it bothered him.

"It's not like you can't trust us," I answered.

"That's not what it is, Mia. It's just hard not knowing,"

"Welcome to the wonderful world that the rest of us normal people live in, my dear brother," he didn't respond, and though I hadn't realized until I turned to look out the window, we were already outside of Bella's, "Do you want to come and say hi?" I asked.

"She invited you over, not me," he replied, blandly, though he had cringed a little when he said it.

"Fine, I'll call you when I need a ride home," I answered.

"Not too late; there's school tomorrow," I nodded and left his side. Bella met me at the door. Her house was vintage in a way that it didn't mean to be. Everything was old, but not decrepit. It was a bit cluttered, but not messy. I supposed that it could be attributed to the fact that her father, Charlie, had lived without a woman's influence for all of these years for the most part. She showed me around, stopping briefly in the living room to introduce me to her father.

"Cha-Dad, this is Mia," she turned to me, "Mia, my dad," I waved and he nodded.

"Mia Cullen, right?" I nodded, "How's your father?"

"He's well," I answered.

"That's good," he replied awkwardly before returning his attention to the basketball game he was watching with his full, undivided attention. I turned to Bella and she beckoned me through the hallway and up the stairs, into her bedroom. As I sat on her bed, I imagined Edward in the room, watching over her. He had probably stayed as far from her as possible, or at least, he probably had at first.

"Your brother was surprisingly easy to persuade. I just told him we had a health project due next week," She said as she gathered a few things on her desk, a pile of papers that she must've printed and sat beside me,

"Wait? We don't actually have a health assignment, do we?" She shook her head, while biting her lips.

"I did some research, and I've got a few questions," she said rather nervously.

"Questions about what?" I pressed. She pushed the pile of papers towards me. The sheet was highlighted and she had made several annotations throughout. I raised an eyebrow at her.

"Bella, can't you ask my brother?" she shrugged.

"He doesn't like telling me things like this, and you owe me one," I looked back to the paper and sighed.

"Ok," she started, "Edward kept saying that he was a monster, and then I was reading about all of this. Is it…"

"True?" I asked, interrupting her. She nodded, "Mostly. Edward told me that you asked him this stuff,"

"He was vague, and I wasn't exactly retaining much information right then," I nodded.

"Well, they're all fast, especially Edward. I'd say he's probably the fastest out of all of them, so that's true. And the strength thing, definitely true, too. I'm probably the only little sibling in the entire world that's never been beaten up by her big brothers or sisters. Not that any of them are really the type to just go and beat someone up for no reason. Is that good enough?"

"What about the 'powers'?" she asked, using air quotes.

"Yeah, it's true, obviously. Edward can read minds, Alice can see the future, Emmett is really strong, Jasper can manipulate moods, unfortunately," I added spitefully, "Mom, well, she loves everyone passionately. Dad is compassionate, and Rose, obviously she's beautiful, but she's stubborn and determined as imaginably possible.

"That makes sense," the way that she had said it could have meant she was speaking of everyone, but I had a feeling that she was referring mostly to Rose, and her tenacity. I looked back to the list.

"They don't sleep in coffins," I stated, "or sleep at all. They've got lots of spare time,"

"He said that," she commented.

"The red eyes? Only if they drink human blood, and then, they're bright red when they've "quenched the thirst" so to speak and dark, dark red when they're thirsty, and that's when they're really dangerous," Looking at Bella, I couldn't sense any fear, at all. Even I had been scared, sometimes. Like when I really made them angry, or when thinking about other vampires, but Bella seemed oblivious to all of this, or to any fear at all.

"Well, the mirror thing's false. Rose looks in the mirror plenty frequently and the sunlight thing-,"

"Edward said he would show me; show me what?" she asked.

"Oh, it'll be better if you wait for him to show you," I answered, "Is that all?"

"One more thing," she took the papers back and began looking through them for a particular sheet. She handed the stack back to me and pointed to a highlighted section, which I read over slowly. It was about the Quileute legend, something of which I knew very, very little about.

"Oh, I don't know about that one; you'll have to ask Jacob," she frowned.

"Ask me what?" Jacob stuck his head through the door and smiled. Bella shoveled all of the papers into a folder, which she slid into a drawer of her desk. She was flustered.

"Just um, why you were so insistent that we both be here," He shrugged.

"I just thought it would be nice to see both of you," he answered as he sat down beside me, looking at both of us a bit oddly.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Bella asked. I looked from her to Jacob and shrugged my shoulders.

"Let's go outside and figure it out. It's gorgeous right now," I stood up, a bit enthusiastically. He was right, it was beautiful out. Earlier in the day, it was cloudy, and we could go to school, but in the time I had been at Bella's, it had cleared up considerably and even though the sun was beginning to go down, it was still clear, and pretty warm for March. Bella wasn't as enthusiastic. She didn't really enjoy the outdoors, I could tell. Once outside, we simply sat in her driveway, talking. I was absently playing with a basketball that had been sitting by her porch.

"Do you play?" Jacob asked, nodding towards the basketball in my hands.

"Sometimes; my older brother and I used to play together a lot," It was actually Jasper's favorite sport, though we hadn't played in awhile; there was a lot of stuff going on these days.

"Are you any good?" he continued.

"Yes," I answered, a bit offended by his tone.

"Prove it," he replied, taking the ball from my hands, "Bella, do you wanna play?"

"No, no, I'll just watch the two of you. I'm not really good at sports," Jacob laughed and passed the ball to me, I passed it back.

"Ladies first," he stated, a bit sarcastically, checking the ball back to me again with a smirk on his face. His smirk faded quickly as the basketball swooshed, easily, through the net all the way from the end of Bella's driveway. I had to eliminate a little bit of his smugness, however fascinating it was to watch. We played for awhile, consumed in the game, scoring back and forth, keeping it pretty much equal. Jacob was good, an equal match for me, maybe even a little better. He was taller, and capable of jumping much, much higher. Not to mention, he was had a little more leverage when shooting the ball than I did.

"So, you said you play with your brother?" he asked after the game had calmed a bit. I nodded.

"Yeah, Jazz, I mean, Jasper. He's always loved it, and he taught me to play when I was little," I shot again, though Jacob blocked it and took possession. I wasn't really fighting too hard to regain it. I was getting a bit tired.

"Is it just you and him?" he continued. Jacob took a shot from the end of the driveway, making it.

"Nice," I said softly, taking the ball into my hands, "No, I've got two sisters and three brothers," his jaw dropped a bit, "All adoptive. My mom died when I was just a baby,"

"Mine too, well, not when I was a baby, but when I was a little kid," his voice was supple and light. We were both treading on information that we usually didn't share openly with anyone, though I felt strangely at ease talking to him. We stared at each other's eyes longer than was actually necessary. His eyes were brown, but they weren't just brown. There was something about the way that they were so soft, so genuine. I couldn't look away, even if I wanted to.

"So, five brothers and sisters; younger and older?" he continued, finally looking away.

"I'm the baby." I answered, "Rose and Jasper are twins; they're seniors, and Emmett is a senior too, then Edward and Alice are twins; they're juniors. Emmett, Edward, and Alice are biological siblings." I shot the ball into the net. We weren't formally playing a game anymore at this point, just taking turns shooting the ball.

"You have two sisters right? That's what you were saying to Bella at the beach," He nodded.

"Rachel and Rebecca; they're older." He answered nonchalantly. I had a feeling that he wasn't as close with his sisters as I was with my siblings, "Hey, where is Bella anyway?" he asked. We hadn't even noticed her leave and she hadn't said anything to us about leaving. We set down the ball and walked towards the house, and before we even took a few steps, Bella walked through the front door, meeting us.

"Hey guys, I'm going to get the food. I'll be back in a few minutes; you can keep playing," She was dangling the keys to her death trap of a truck in her hands.

"Are you sure?" Jacob asked, "We could go with you,"

"No, it's fine," she said, "You two stay." She got in the truck and headed down the road. I followed Jacob to the driveway and I picked up the ball again.

"You know I was winning right?" he said while I absently shot the ball.

"No you weren't, and I thought we were done anyway," I turned around to face him.

"Only if you admit that I won," he said, jokingly.

"I guess we aren't done then," I responded turning away from him and shooting the ball, "That makes the score 1-0. First to 10 wins,"

"That's not fair," he said, referring to the score.

"Why not?" I asked, "I'm just giving you a head start," His jaw dropped, "Jacob, you look like a buffoon; stop it," He shook his head back and forth, probably in disbelief that I had said it.

"You know, you're much feistier than I thought,"

"It's your shot," I replied, throwing the ball to him. He was more determined this time, and I could sense that in the way that he was playing. I was playing harder, too. I wanted to show him that I wasn't just "feisty," but I had the skills to back it up, or at least to some extent. Jacob finally missed a shot, which I intended to rebound, but the ball jammed into my pointer finger of my right hand instead.

"Fuck," I let it slip quietly from my lips; my language wasn't usually so colorful. The ball immediately fell to the ground and I bit my lip trying to hold it all in. As pathetic as it was, having a firm basketball jammed into my finger was potentially one of the most painful things that I had ever experienced and I could feel the tears forming in my eyes, an involuntary reaction to the pain.

"Are you alright?" Jacob rushed to my side.

"I'm fine; don't worry about it," I answered holding my finger with my left hand. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow. The tears were beginning to brim up around the edges of my eyes.

"Let me see it,"

"No," I answered, stubbornly, "just get the ball and let's finish this,"

"Mia, let me see it. You could have broken it," The first tear spilled over and down my cheek, "And you're crying; it obviously hurt," I held out my hand for him to take, and wiped away the stray tears with the other. His hands were warm, and surprisingly smooth.

"Can you bend it?" he asked. I shook my head and he laughed, "Can you try for me?" I tried, but stopped.

"It hurts, Jake." The finger was already swelling.

"Come with me," he lead me into the house, and directly into the living room, "Charlie, do you have a first aid kit someplace?"

"Why? What is it?"

"Her finger; I think it's broken," Charlie stood up and headed out of the room; he was back quicker than I would have thought possible, "Jake, got get her some ice and a towel." I was surprised by how gentle Charlie was; then again, he was a father. I just hadn't gotten the impression that he could be so nurturing. He also had an impressive knowledge of what to do with my finger. He created a stint with things from the kit.

"How did you-?"

"I'm a sheriff," he answered before I even asked the question.

"Are you alright?" Jake asked as he returned, placing the ice on my hand.

"Keep the ice on there; we're heading to the hospital. Billy, can you wait for Bella?"

"I'll come with you two," Jacob said, smiling at me reassuringly. Charlie was very efficient. Jacob led me to the back seat of the squad car and slid in beside me.

"How is it feeling?" he asked.

"Like it's broken," I replied quietly. He took my hand and lifted the ice to look at my finger. It was definitely broken; I could clearly see where my bone bent, where it was not supposed to bend. It was swollen, bruised, and ugly to look at, "Awful," He brought my hand close to his face and his lips gently kissed my hand.

"Better?" he asked. I smiled.

"Tons," I replied, laughing, "My mom and dad always used to do that when I was little and I would get hurt,"

"My mom did, too," he put my hand back in my lap with the ice on top of it. I glanced at the mirror to see Charlie looking at us and I quickly turned to stare out the window, blushing madly. We made it to the hospital in record time. Charlie led us to the emergency room, which was oddly empty, considering that it was an emergency room. He motioned for us to take a seat, and so we did.

"It's pretty amazing the measures that you went to today just so I wouldn't beat you. I mean, was a trip to the ER really necessary?"

"I was winning," I answered, "You were the one who needed an excuse to get out of the game, not me,"

"I don't think so," he replied.

"So, a rematch then?" I asked.

"Maybe after that heals," Jacob said while laughing, and pointing to my hand.

"It's a deal," I offered him my unharmed hand and he shook it. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Bella running through the doors, and into the waiting room.

"Bella," I said quietly.

"Mia, are you alright?"

"Fine," I answered.

"She broke a finger," Jacob added.

"You're kidding?"

"We're in a hospital, Bella," I answered.

"What are you telling your brother?" she asked.

"That I fell?" I said questioningly.

"Bella, take Jacob back to the house," Charlie had come back to us.

"Feel better, Mia," Jake said, placing a hand on my knee and squeezing it, "I'll call you. Bella has your number, right?" I nodded.

"Dad, wait. Is she going to be alright?" Bella asked, "I mean, she broke something,"

"Bells, she'll be fine; just take Jake back to the house and I'll be back in a little while. You guys can eat dinner without me,"

"Mia Cullen," a nurse, whom I did not recognize called from the door. Jacob hadn't heard her say my name; he and Bella had already made it through the doors to the parking lot. I was not making an exasperating effort to avoid telling him my last name, but I wasn't being upfront about it either. I assumed that it would come up eventually, and I would deal with it then, not now. Charlie walked beside me to the room, where the nurse asked me to sit on the bench and wait. I knew the procedure. My father was a doctor at the hospital, and I had been a clumsy child. I had been to an emergency room more than once, though never without my father present. The nurse was young, probably new because she didn't recognize me as Dr. Carlisle Cullen's youngest daughter, and I had never seen her around the hospital before. I sat quietly as Charlie looked on from the door. When I met his gaze, he looked away. He was not especially social; I could see where Bella's personality came from.

"You don't have to stay with me if you don't want to," I offered.

"I think I'll wait for your father to get here," Charlie replied, "It's no bother," I nodded and went back to being silent; the awkwardness resumed. I allowed my legs to kick back and forth, but made a noticeable effort to stop them before crashing into the bench. I knew from experience that the nurses hated that. I was relieved when, a few minutes later, Julia, my favorite of the nurses, came through the door.

"Well hello there, Miss Amelia," she said, placing a chart beside me, "You know that your father just left for home about twenty minutes ago, but I got him on the phone and he's on his way back. He should be here any minute now," I smiled, "you're very lucky he loves you so much," I smiled. Julia was an older woman, and a nurse through and through. She wasn't just there for the paycheck; she was there because she genuinely enjoyed taking care of people. I wasn't sure how old she was, but my guess was somewhere in the fifties. Her reddish-brown hair, which was always kept fairly short, was streaked with gray. Julia got to work, taking my vitals and recording my pain ratings, making sure I was comfortable. She left when she was finished, assuring me that my father was on his way.

I read through the entire poster educating readers on the dangers of sex, including extensive information regarding sexually transmitted diseases. I looked up when the door opened again, this time allowing my father into the room. He looked relieved that I looked alright. My father walked straight to where I was sitting, taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead.

"How is my little girl?" he asked, pulling a stool closer and sitting directly in front of me. He was such a natural at being a doctor; he had received plenty of practice, after all, but he was just so innate about it.

"Fine; it's just my hand, and all of my vitals are perfect," my father smiled at me; he had taught me extremely well. He turned away from me for a moment, and looked at Charlie.

"Thank you for taking care of her, Sheriff,"

"It was my pleasure," He shook my father's hand and nodded.

"Thanks," I added and he nodded again before leaving the room. Although Charlie was a man of very few words, it was obvious that he was a good, caring man. My father returned his total undivided attention to me and I bit my lip. My father was gentle as a doctor, and in every other respect as well, but that did nothing for my apprehension about allowing him to touch my hand. I knew it was going to hurt, even if he was gentle with it, and he was probably going to force me to try and bend it, like Jacob had. He held his hand out in front of mine.

"Let me see it," he said and I slowly moved my hand towards his. He gently held it, rotating it and observing. I flinched, involuntarily, when he took the stint off. I had pulled my hand back, and our eyes met. I knew better than to do that.

"This will be much easier if you don't move," he said and I allowed him to continue.

"I know; sorry,"

"What happened?" he asked as he continued to do his work.

"I fell," I answered; he didn't believe me and that much was obvious right away though he did not comment right away.

"So, you tried to stop your fall with your pointer finger?" now he stopped working and looked up to my eyes.

"Well, no, not exactly," he laughed, "I was playing basketball, and well, it jammed into my finger,"

"That sounds a little more realistic." He was almost finished putting the new, sturdier brace on my finger and helping me down to the floor. After signing a few papers, we were on our way home. My father was good at knowing when the right time was to say something. He let me think about things for awhile before he asked questions. Instead of ambushing me, he allowed me to sort things out in my own way and evaluate.

"Would you like to tell me why you had to lie to me?" he asked.

"Do I have to?" I asked.

"It's completely up to you," he replied. Even though he was not going to force me, he was. It was something about his tone that was incredibly compelling.

"Edward," I replied. My father wasn't confused. Most of these sort of things ended up relating to him in one way or another and this time was no difference, "Well, it's just that I wasn't just hanging out with Bella tonight, Dad,"

"No?" he prompted, "Who else was there?"

"You don't know him, Dad,"

"Him?" he prompted and I exhaled, much louder than was truly necessary.

"His name's Jacob. He's just a friend, Dad,"

"Girls do not lie to their fathers about boys that are 'just friends'," he answered with a smirk.

"Well, I wouldn't have to if all of you weren't so unbelievably overprotective."

"I think your prior experience with boys warrants a bit of overprotection on our part," He had only brought the subject of Nate up to make his point. My father knew I had no desire to talk about him, at all.

"Dad, it's different,"

"How so?" he questioned, not believing me.

"It just is; he is; we're just friends,"

"I'm pretty sure that being friends is impossible for boys and girls, especially when they're fourteen and," he paused, "How old is your friend?" He asked, merely humoring the description.

"He's fifteen; just turned fifteen only a few months ago,"

"Well, that is different," Nate was older than me, and as much as I hated to admit it, they had been right in telling me that he was far too old for me.

"Better different?" he nodded.

"That's a good start,"

"He's in the same grade as me," I added.

"At Forks?" he asked.

"No, he's a friend of Bella's. He doesn't go to school here," Dad nodded that sort of nod that meant that he was going to let it go, but that he was skeptical, "Dad, he's just a friend,"

"We'll see," he replied, "You do know that your brother is going to know if you try and lie to him, right?" I knew that. He hadn't needed to say it. Through the whole conversation, what I would say to Edward was in the back of my mind. He wouldn't approve of me being friends with any boys, and especially not one that was from the Quileute territory. I had a feeling that my father wasn't going to like that either, or any of them for that matter, with the possible exception of my mother, who wouldn't dislike any one we liked.