In the beginning it had been easy. No need to explain. No need for anything else. We had each other and that was all that mattered. I knew he loved me, and I knew that I loved him back, but still. There was always the thought, the idea in the back of my mind. I would give everything for him but would he be able to do everything for me? I was starting to doubt him.
Chpt. 1
"Bells? Bells? Where are you?"
I strained my neck to look at the clock. 7 Am. How could it be so dark at this point of the year? 'Oh yeah, I'm not in Phoenix anymore.' I thought.
"Bella! We have to go like twenty minutes ago!" yelled Charlie.
"Coming," I said, "kind of," I added for myself.
Five minutes later I was down stairs in sweats. Charlie gave me a funny look. "Only the best for my first day in Forks!" I said, trying to sound cheerful but it defiantly came out sarcastic. Charlie frowned. I knew that look, but we were already late so he didn't make me change.
"So exactly why are we leaving so early?" I quizzed Charlie as I quickly braided my hair.
"We are going to pick up a present for you." He stated. That's the nice thing about Charlie he says things simply and doesn't drag things on for forever, like say Renee.
My parents Charlie and Renee have been divorced since I was seven. I spent every summer in Forks until I was twelve. It has been five years but I'm back and this time it isn't just for the summer.
My mom's job has her moving constantly and instead of being dragged behind, dressing up, and being constantly chased my super-stalker-fans (SSFs) I have decided to do the opposite thing my mom did. I am moving back to the place of my childhood. The place my father lives, the place by mother left my father in, and to be perfectly honest, I'm scared shitless.
Chpt. 2
"Bella! Long time no see!" said a familiar voice. "You probably don't remember me, do you?"
I turned to the voice, "Jacob Black! I remember you perfectly, out back making mud pies, and then your dad yelling at you about the mud in your hair!"
When my mom left my dad, and took me with her, my dad leaned on Billy Black, hard. They were friends but rarely saw each other seeing as Billy and Jacob lived on the reservation a few miles out of town. Charlie and Billy had always joked about how it would be awesome if Jacob and I got married because then they would be related. Then I'd kick Charlie under the table, while simultaneously Jacob kicked Billy. If I had had darker skin or Jacob hadn't been Quileute people would have thought we were twins, we finished each other's sentences, and most of the time had the exact same thought.
Jacob told Charlie the "thing" was at the garage because he had been "putting the finishing touches on it". The way men talk! They are almost impossible to understand. Charlie thanked Jacob and we hurried on. As we turned the corner my breathe was taken away, before the cruiser was the biggest garage I'd ever seen, and parked in the open door was the best present I could have ever asked for. A truck. My truck, Charlie heard me inhale loudly, and took it as a sign that I didn't like it. "You don't like it do you?" what a guy of course taking things the wrong way.
"No Charlie, I, I, I love it." I stuttered. I quickly opened the door and slid out. I should have known not to move as fast as I did because even in Arizona where there wasn't ice on the ground, I would have fallen down, but ice doesn't help the uncoordinated at all. I landed right on my butt, but I didn't care. I got up and moved slowly, still incredulous that the red Chevrolet pick-up truck in front of me was mine.
I didn't hear him coming but all of a sudden Jacob was right next to me. "Do you like it?" he asked.
"I love it," I answered, "but why is it all the way out here in La Push?"
Jacob laughed as if I had asked the most ridiculous question he had ever heard. "Its in La Push, because I work in La Push, and I rebuilt the engine for you."
If I had been shocked before I was now dumbfounded. "Yyyou? You built this? For me? Why?" I stammered.
"Seriously Bella you ask the stupid questions," laughed Jacob shaking his head.
I hadn't realized it but we were now standing next to the truck, Jacob opened the door for me, and I boosted myself into it. Jacob shut the door behind me and before I had even buckled my seatbelt Jacob was climbing into the passenger's side door.
"So do you need a ride to school or something?" I asked.
"Bella I go to school here on the reservation." he responded.
'Oh yeah' I thought, "Well that's too bad; it would have been nice to have known at least one person." I said as I started my truck.
Jacob rode with me to the end of the drive. Charlie and Billy were waiting there for us, Charlie leaning against the cruiser, Billy sitting in his wheelchair.
"Take care of my baby for me Bella won't you?" teased Billy. The truck had been his until the accident, until the drunk driver had hit Billy and Jacob's mom, paralyzing Billy killing Jacob's mom.
"Of course Billy." I turned to Charlie, "I need my stuff. I'm planning on driving to school right form here."
I pulled my stuff out of the cruiser's front seat; Charlie gave me an awkward hug good bye, asked me if I was sure I knew how to get to the high school, and closed my door for me.
As I was getting ready to pull away there was a rap on the window, I looked up to see Jacob's goofy grin, and I rolled down the window.
"I almost forgot to ask, a couple of the guys are having a party Friday night out at the beach, I was wondering if you wanted to come," he flashed his goofy smile again. 'Shit this guy is good' I thought.
"I'll have to get back to you but most likely yes." And with that I rolled up the window, started my truck, and drove off. Off to my first day of school.
