Did You Know, You're Sort Of Beautiful?'

I'd Really Like Having A Couple Days Of Being A Rock Star, Although I'd Rather Be A Backup - Like Maybe The Drummer For Muse It Would Also Be Fun To Be Gorgeous, Like Be Charlize Theron, Just For A Couple Of Days.

Only A Teenage Boy Would Agree To This: Deceiving Both Our Parents While Repairing Dangerous Vehicles Using Money Meant For My College Education. He Didn't See Anything Wrong With That Picture. Jacob Was A Gift From The Gods.

Are You Referring To The Fact That You Can't Walk Across A Flat, Stable Surface Without Finding Something To Trip Over?

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.