Hi guys...so sorry it has taken this long. It's not unlike me at all to take this long...but yes my mother was evil and took my life away from me.

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The smell of cinnamon and honey filled my nose as I pulled the tray of soft biscuits from the oven and onto the bench. A content smile made its way over my face as I looked down at the delicious creations; happy to see none had been burnt.

"Perfect," I smiled cheerfully as I placed them down, gently pulling off the oversized oven mittens. I turned my attention to the other batch of uncooked batter and placed the new tray into the enclosed box of heat to cook through. As I turned around, the sight in front of me caused my hand to raise and slap the tan arm away from the fresh batch of biscuits.

"Don't even think about it, Jacob Black," I warned as he cringed in pain and scurried away from me.

"I just want one. They smell really good," he said reaching out once again. My arm instinctively slapped it away again and took the tray of biscuits to the other side of the kitchen.

"There is so much food in there, why do you need to have the one thing that isn't for you?" I questioned as I pointed to the dining room filled with numerous, traditional dishes made at this time of the year.

Christmas had to be my favourite holiday. The one day where you'd wake up so early your eyes would still not open, and where you'd eat till your stomach could blow and pass out on a couch somewhere. All the little things that made up this perfect day was what made it so special.

Christmas eve on the other hand…I was a ball of stress and whoever came near me knew it. I was always responsible for the cooking and decorating every year, which was something I enjoyed but hated at the same time. Jacob and Billy always spent a dinner with us before the big day, we all exchanged gifts at midnight and then enjoyed a cup of cocoa by the fire.

"Who are they for anyway?" he asked; his attempt to steal my biscuits not his number one priority anymore.

"For my friends at work. I'm bringing them in tomorrow," I explained, quickly washing my hands in the sink.

"Do you really have to work?" his face looked begging and his shoulders slumped slightly. I pursed my lips and turned on my heels to face him with a hand on my hip.

"Do you want a good Christmas present or not?" I replied with a raise of my brow. He rolled his eyes and sunk his shoulders down; resting his head on his hand as he bent over the bench.

"Yes," he groaned miserably. A smile crept its way on my lips and I giggled amused by his behaviour; the thought of him missing my presence the next day somehow satisfying me.

"Trust me," I said swiftly walking behind him and wrapping my arms around his neck casually. "It's worth me not being here tomorrow…definitely worth it," I beamed brightly.

"So what's this gift, huh?" I saw his eyes turn from disappointed to playful before he scooped me up and sat me on the bench in front of him. A small, silly laugh escaped my lips at his sudden movements. I shook my head as I smiled down at him, his curious eyes staring at me intently.

"I told you already, it's a surprise," I refused to let my secret go. Usually I was hopeless at keeping things from Jacob; one way or another he sweet-talked the truth out of me with that award-winning smile of his. But Christmas gifts were something that I solemnly swore to myself I would not release.

And with the gift that I had bought him, the look on his face when it was shown was something I needed a camera for. Over the time I had spent re-building the Rabbit with Jake, I knew I wanted to contribute to it in some way. It resulted in spending thousands of dollars, and secret trips to Port Angeles without my father; knowing as he would spill the secret to Billy who would then tell Jacob. But regardless, I- or Jacob in fact, was the proud owner of a brand new 18 unit engine; the best on the market.

I had watched him rant and rave over it in all the car magazines over the years, and knew it was something he desperately wanted but never would have possession of. We equally came from well-off families, but none that could contribute a gift like that. So ever since working at Bar One, my investments had gone into this present for my one and beyond doubt, best friend.

"Am I going to like it?" he prodded more answers out of my lips. I smiled as I swiped my finger along the left over batter in the bowl.

"You'll love it," I stated, swallowing the batter that had rested on my finger. He chuckled and reached over for the bowl, grabbing a spoon and digging into the sweet mixture. We remained in the kitchen for a few minutes, laughing over ridiculous jokes and chit-chatting about the day as we enjoyed our treat.

"Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to go out-"

"Is it ready yet?" a large voice boomed through the house, cutting off Jacob as he spoke. I rolled my eyes and shook my head inattentively at the demand of food that was apparently under my control 24/7.

"Yes, Dad!" I shouted down the hallway. "Guess our snacking session is over," I looked back down to Jacob with a small grin. He gently placed his hands on my hips and lifted me off the bench and down to level ground.

"I'll get the plates," he offered, walking around me to the cupboards behind us. I took the time to put the last few platters of bread and ham on the table, assuring that we had enough to fill three hungry males. Not long after, Dad and Billy entered the room, taking a whiff of the delicious aroma's that filled their senses.

"Look's great, Si," my Dad spoke cheerfully as he pulled me into his side lovingly. Meanwhile, Jake successfully placed the stacked of plates on the table without breaking any and created a space at the table for Billy to slide into.

"Thanks Dad," I replied cheerfully, happy to see all the hard days work ahead paid off.

"No doubt my son did nothing?" Billy questioned with an eyebrow raise. Jake sat down at the table sheepishly; waiting to be lectured my his father for the thousandth time.

"He helped me clean up the bowls actually," I pursed my lips trying to hide the grin that was forming as the image of us licking the biscuit bowls passed my mind. My eyes shifted over to Jake's momentarily, as he mouthed a 'thank you' my way. I nodded still trying to hide my smile and made my way over to my seat.

"Why don't you go get your sister out of her room," my Dad suggested, causing me to stop where I was and look vaguely to the stairs. A wave of nervousness and panic washed through me as soon as his words left his mouth.

"Uh…o-okay," my voice sounded strained and as much as I hated to admit it, I was a little scared. It was pathetic, wasn't it? To be afraid of your own sister…but unfortunately it was something I had gotten used to.

I didn't know what to expect every time I knocked on her door; what version of despondent Bella I would experience was unknown to me whenever I talked to my sister. And as the time passed, fewer words were spoken in the hours that moved along so slowly in the day.

But somehow, I had managed to get all the way up to her door without finding an excuse to not talk to her. I sighed deeply, tapping my foot apprehensively against the wooden floorboards; my nerves postponing the task ahead.

"It'll be over in a few seconds," I heard a soothing tone of voice speak softly from behind. My tensed shoulders relaxed and body melted into his touch as he placed his hand gently in the middle of my back walking around me.

"I don't like talking to her," I admitted with embarrassment as I shifted around to face him with a bitten lip. His hands travelled up my body to caress my torso bringing me closer to his inviting chest. My breathing hitched at the warmth of his touch; his calmness and tranquillity making me see things clearer than before.

"I know you don't," he grinned slightly, running his fingers through my hair delicately. I heaved another exasperated sigh, nuzzling my head in the crook of his neckline as my hands placed themselves on his broad upper body.

"Can you go in for me?" I mumbled pleadingly, knowing I was being a coward for asking, but at that moment in time my conscience being clear was the very last consideration in my mind. His chest rumbled with a hushed laughter at my words.

"You didn't give me a biscuit, so 'no'," he chuckled pulling away from me.

"I'll give you all of them!" I offered eagerly. He simply shook his head and placed his hands on my waist for a second time, turning me around to face the daunting door with an even more unapproachable individual behind it.

"Just go, Si," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath bouncing off my cool skin. I placed my arm instinctively over his, which was positioned above my hips. His fingers entwined with my own, squeezing gently in a reassuring matter before he left me and his presence could no longer be felt on my skin.

I knocked on the door, instantaneously regretting that judgment and wanting to sprint back downstairs to Jacob. Although my anxiousness had a good grasp upon me, I held my ground and waited for a response; which was the inharmoniously and unmoving reverberation of silence.

"Of course she doesn't answer," I mumbled beneath my breath in a frustrated tone as my hand twisted open the handle of the door, revealing Bella's shadowy and chilly room. She was sitting in an old wooden chair in the corner; her back facing me and her attention compelled by the curtains in front of her.

"It's freezing in here, Bella," I shivered as my words left my mouth, my arms rubbing up and down my forearms trying to transmit a fragment of precious warmth. She ignored my entrance into her room, making it more uncomfortable for myself.

"I like the cold," she replied plainly as I raised an eyebrow at her peculiar comment; Bella hated anything cold. My eyes continued to scan the room, observing everything around us. Her clothes were thrown at all ends of the room, her bed was un-made and I had nearly tripped over two pair of shoes that laid randomly in my path.

"Well at least open a window if you're going to sit in here all day," I stated, infuriated by her descend in personal cleanliness. I walked over to the window she sat in front of and pulled open the curtains to reveal a white scenery. Snow fell lightly from the Fork's sky and I noticed the two little girl's from across the road throwing snowballs at each other. I turned around swiftly, content to see the room looking a little more lively. But she sustained her position where she sat; eyes glazed over deep in thought and not moving a muscle.

"Dinner is ready," I stated, stuffing my hands in my pockets for some needed warmth.

"I'm not hungry," she said in a monotone. I tightened my mouth trying to hold back the frenzied emotions aerating within me. The fact that she had the audacity to overwhelm Christmas with her ominous sentiment made me want to exhale a scream.

"You can't keep going on like this," I at long last said; having enough of her unsociable behaviour. "It is Christmas, Bella. I have just spent hours in the kitchen trying to make this dinner for everyone and you are going to slap all that work in my face just so you can stay in here and marvel over your wretched feelings," her unrelenting watch remained the same, causing me to step right in front of her to block her view.

"You are not the only person missing them; they were special to me too. We uncovered their world together and I know that is something we will never forget. But I don't sit around in my pajamas day-in and day-out not talking to my family or friends. I've moved on, Bella, and you-…you need to as well," her eyes slowly moved their way up to meet mine; overflowing with emptiness and no passion.

"I'm not hungry," she repeated. I took a deep breath in trying to restrain my hands from shaking her frail body and knocking some sense into her. I shook my head in disappointment as I held her gaze, walking around the chair and to the door once again.

"They aren't here anymore, but we are. You need to realise you still haven't lost everything you have, but you will if you keep this up," my words echoed throughout the room as I stopped by the door frame.

"He-…Edward is gone, Bella. He isn't coming back, none of them will. So you can ignore everyone you want, and not eat till you starve; but I don't think you realise neither one of those things will bring him back. Edward is your past…now you need to decide your future," And with that last thought I left her with, I made my way out of her room closing the door with a large impact.

Maybe what I had just alleged was a waste of time, perhaps she was still staring out that same windowpane in her unchanged thoughts. But I hoped that I had broken the sheet that concealed her away from the world, and that she could start considering to change what we all saw of her currently.

The delicate girl who was left broken by her ex-boyfriend needed to say goodbye.

"These are amazing!" Tyler exclaimed with a mouthful of biscuits. I giggled amused, setting down the large cups of warm beverages. We had just farewelled our last customer for the night at Bar One; rewarding ourselves with a midnight snack of my delicious biscuits and warm drinks.

"Best employee I have ever hired," Melanie said from across the table we all sat around. I sat down next to Tyler and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, I'm glad you all like them," I said gazing around the table, content to see my sweet creations had a small fan base. "I can make them more often if you all like," I laughed taking a sip of my drink.

"Yes please," Tyler agreed to the left of me.

"Excuse me, I'm the best worker in here. Who got the most tips tonight? That's right, me!" Matt boasted, lounging in his seat, a rapture of chuckles echoed throughout our small group at his flamboyant behaviour.

"Actually it was me," I laughed, his face turned confused and worrying as I stated the news. "I made $35.50, beat you my seven bucks," he frowned and crossed his arms looking away from me.

"Well, no one ever cares about tips, so that doesn't count," he said pretentiously. I grinned amused by his infuriation of not winning something. Matt was perceived to be the ideal guy you'd want to ask you to the spring dance. He was funny and caring, stubborn as anything, but respected girls; and for that I admired him. He had grown to be another close friend, and someone I could depend on.

"You're such a girl," I muttered, shaking my head and carelessly laughing at him. I momentarily looked over to Tyler; his eyes staring admirably at me while I giggled, and a small smile placed upon his cerise lips. I paid no attention to him though, and continued chatting within our small group.

Before we knew it, it had reached past midnight; the three of us feeling the days work upon us. Melanie left Tyler and I the keys to lock up, and Matt ran off in urgency; petrified his Father would ground him for being out past curfew.

"You should become a chef or something. I am still craving those biscuits," Tyler spoke with a smile as we walked out of the bar. I grinned at his compliment and shook my head in disagreement.

"No, the only reason I took up cooking was because Dad put a can of beans in the microwave," my words made him chuckled amused by the story, his eyes twinkling in the low light. I, too shared a laugh remembering the distant memory; stopping at the door before the white particles of icy substance started.

"I like Christmas, but this snow is so…aggravating," I grumbled, my amusement fading as I spotted my bike covered in a pile of snow.

"Yeah, it's pretty bad," he grinned. "Oh, I almost forgot…" his sudden perkiness caught my attention, my eyes watching as he pulled a small blue box out from his trench pocket.

"Merry Christmas," he said softly, looking down at me with soft eyes. I stared at the ribboned box, entranced and confused all at once.

"Tyler…" I breathed, about to decline his gift before he raised his hand in front of my face.

"It's a gift, Si," he gently took my hand in his and faced it upwards. "Just enjoy the moment of receiving something before you decline it," he chuckled deeply and placed the small box in my hand.

I looked down at it, then back at him, and again at the box; unsure what to say or do. We had all promised each other not to buy gifts, as the expense was something not all of us could afford. I felt guilty accepting something from Tyler with nothing to give back in return.

"Would you stop looking at me like that and open it!" he urged. I rolled my eyes at his impatient manner and slowly opened the box; revealing its glimmering contents.

"I hate you," was all I could produce from my mouth as I gazed down at the jade diamond, shimmering and gleaming in the light of the moon.

"You don't get these very often, huh?" he questioned with a smirk. My eyes shifted back up to meet his face, pursing my lips and extending the hand that held the small gift out to him.

"I can't take this, Ty. It's too much," he scoffed and picked up the delicate necklace in his large hands. He unclasped the hook and leaned forward towards me; the chain wrapping around my neck and resting its diamond on my décolletage.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I didn't spend that much on you," his warm voice; that dripped in sarcasm, flowed into my ear. I couldn't help the smile that came over my face at his witty behaviour.

"You know why I chose it?" he questioned me blithely, pulling his face back to meet mine once more; only this time I happened to take in the fact that his face was a lot closer than before. So close I could see his hot breath creating a fog in the Winter nights breeze.

"Enlighten me," I smirked, my gaze falling back down to my newest gift; admiring its beauty as I played with it between my fingers.

"Because it reminded me of your eyes," he murmured. I paused suddenly, his comment causing my cheeks to flush in a deep shade of red. I tried to ignore my embarrassment by actually taking in the make of the diamond. It's emerald green shade was close to my eye colour; but they still could not live up to this incandescent exquisiteness.

"No, my eyes aren't this green, Ty" I laughed, trying to test his patience with me and distract myself from his last remark. But no words escaped his mouth, and nor could I express anything else. For my laughs were cut short by the warm feeling upon my lips.

Wide-eyed, I stared at Tyler in utter shock. His lips pressed against my own, his eyes were closed, and his face still held the same kindness and light-hearted manner that reflected in his eyes.

My eye-lids fluttered rapidly, closing a small number of seconds after before I could stop them; letting my lips soften into his contact. No, this wasn't exactly how I was expecting to thank him for his gift; or express any emotion towards him like this. But I couldn't bring myself to pull away.

I felt his hand caress the side of my face, rubbing small circles with his thumb across my cheek. I was intrigued by the way his lips moved upon my own, and the effect he had upon me. Jacob's touch had me weak at the knees, whereas Tyler was a uncomplicated, judder of exhilaration that coursed throughout my bones. Conversely, this was the moment my emotions were pressed to the side by the modest voice within my head screaming, "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!"

Luckily, before I could make myself fall into panic-mode, his lips pulled back slowly from mine. I kept my eyes closed for a few moments; realising that this was not in fact one of my many fantasies with Jacob. Jacob had not even part of this which surprised and scared me all at once.

He kept his palms against my cheeks; the warmth making my skin tingle. As my eyes opened to meet his, I almost felt his eyes look into the deepest parts of me. The corner of his mouth was turned up slightly as he gazed down at me

"Wh-…I-…" I tried to execute a sentence, which was extremely hard to do as my frazzled state had caused so many emotions to course through my body I couldn't react efficiently.

"Mistletoe," he said simply. I frowned, taken back by his words momentarily, before I shifted my gaze and looked up. The bottle green, flourishing plant hung above us clandestinely; effectively permitting another kiss under its commandment. As I looked back down to Tyler, he had released me from his hold and had started walking backwards into the falling snow with his hands in his pockets.

"Merry Christmas, Sienna," he farewelled me, shooting that mischievous smile of his my way. I think my paralysed condition amused him, for the reason that I heard his deep chuckle echo in the shadows before he disappeared around the corner to his car.

I stood there motionless, my thoughts muddled like a disturbed puddle of water. Kissing Jacob had already had its toll on me, now Tyler had sent my emotional state down a very steep hill of terror. I was waiting for the wave of fanatical thoughts to hit me as I stood there, but unexpectedly I felt nothing.

Why wasn't my mind circling over this event a thousand times? Why was I not panicking about how another kiss had just affected my relationship with yet another friend? I couldn't even comprehend why this sort of attention was upon me; I hadn't been doing or saying anything different. And yet it seemed that every boy I got close to ended up making out with me!

"Thanks for that," I looked up to the mistletoe above me, closing the bar door and walking over to the pile of snow that would get me home.

I'm not going to even write a huge apology speech…im just so sorry it's taken so long. I hope you all forgive me…its actually not finished this chapter but I wanted to give you something! So I cut it short and delivered…love you all. Thanks to Mariama too for all your help!

Love lizz xoxoxo