BPOV

I look out the plane window, thinking about what I really had gotten myself into. My life was great, close to perfect, in Phoenix, but of course, that couldn't last. Now I was heading to Forks, population, about 400. It was always raining, a sunny day there, was like a snowy day in Phoenix, it never happened. So why would I be going there, you may ask? Well first, let me just give you a little background information about myself. My parents, Charlie and Renee, married young, right out of high school, and then had me. But things weren't meant to be, and they divorced about a year after I was born. My mom moved to Arizona after the divorce was settled, wanting to keep some distance from Charlie, which is completely understandable, and took me with her. I lived with her for the most part, but every summer I went to stay with Charlie. It was fine in Forks, a small town on the Olympian Peninsula, but the always wet weather was not something I was, or still am fond of. Last year, my mom started dating Phil, a minor league baseball player, and last month, he announced that he would have to go around the country for baseball, and he asked my mom to come with her, and it was then he proposed. I was ecstatic for my mom, I mean, she was obviously in love with him, but I knew it meant I had to go live with Charlie. I was more than welcome to go on the road with them, but I didn't want to spend my junior year on a bus. Education was always something that I treasured, with the knowledge that it was never something my parents got to do completely because of me; neither of them went to college. So I agreed to come to Forks, and here I am now.

The plane lands and I open up the overhead compartments, in an attempt to get my bags. I slide it open, and my suitcase falls on my head, knocking me to the ground. Darn it, I was gonna have a bump and/or a bruise later. People look at me worriedly, and I feel the heat rush into my cheeks. I get up, instantly reassuring anyone who was concerned about my well being. It was nothing unusual though, I was born with two left feet. I have become a regular at the emergency room in Phoenix, and soon to be one at the hospital in Forks. I sighed, picked up my bags, and walked off the plane, with whatever dignity I had left.

I'm barely off the jet way, when I hear "BELLS!" and am engulfed in a huge hug.

"Hey dad!" I say, with a smile tugging up the corners of my mouth.

"Oh Bells, I've missed you a lot!" Now I was definitely smiling, this was rare; Charlie was never so forward with his emotions. He was more of a closed book, which was something I inherited from him.

"I've missed you too dad." He let go of me, embarrassed that he had hugged me for so long.

The ride home was quiet, not an awkward silence though, a nice silence. We pulled up at the old Swan house, and into the driveway, and were greeted by another car, or should I say truck, in the driveway. I raised my eyebrows in confusion and surprise. The police cruiser (Oh, shoot, I forgot to mention that Charlie is the chief of police in Forks) screeched to a stop, and I climbed out, trying to carry all my bags, since Charlie had already walked inside. I failed, and dropped my bags. I bent down to pick them up, only to realize that they weren't there. I looked around in confusion; I was sure I dropped at least one. I heard a low, throaty, chuckle and looked up, surprised to see a tan, very buff boy, without a shirt, even though it was freezing outside. He was just standing there, in cargo shorts. His hair was shoulder length, and it looked like it had been cut with a pair of garden shears (which it probably was) Jacob Black. That's who it was! I knew I recognized him from somewhere! When I would go to Forks during the summer, he and I would hang out all the time. We were practically joined at the hip.

"Jacob Black?" I asked in disbelief, I looked at his face, and our eyes locked for half a second before he gasped and fell to the ground.

'Oh my God! Are you okay? Should I go get Charlie or something?" I asked, and when he looked at me again, so much adoration, and dare I say it, love filled his deep brown eyes. At that moment, I felt a connection, almost like a pull, and it felt amazing. I never wanted to break that moment, as weird as it sounds.

"No. It's okay. I'm good. Hey, I'll be right back." Jacob said, still unable to look way from my eyes. With that, he turned around and ran into the woods behind my house. I could tell the resistance with that action; it was obvious he didn't want to leave and, to be completely honest; I didn't want him to either.

The front door opened, interrupting my thoughts. "Bells? You coming in?" Charlie asked, with confusion in his voice.

"Uh, yeah, be right there." And with that, I grabbed my bags and headed inside, with Jake clouding my brain.

JPOV

"Jacob Black?" She said my name, and I looked up, our eyes locking, As soon as our glances met, nothing else mattered but her. I cared only about her and keeping her safe. I thought I cared a lot about the pack, but my adoration for Bella was nothing in comparison. She was the most important thing in my life now. Bella. My Bella.

I realized what had just happened, I had just imprinted. Sam had described what it felt like, and I could sort of feel what it felt like. I mean, I was in his thoughts, I knew what he felt.

I quickly excused myself, not wanting to leave, but I needed to talk to Sam. I ran into the woods, and tied my shorts to the leather cord around my ankle. I felt the fire flame through my body, and it was gone almost as soon as it started. I quickly glanced at my paws, I still couldn't get over that I could phase into a damn wolf.

"Jake? What's up? You're not due for patrol for another two hours." Sam and Paul both questioned in my thoughts, as they were on patrol. I took a deep breath and said (more like thought)

"Sam, I think I just imprinted."