So, this is going to be a series of oneshots. Thirteen, to be exact. All centered around Bella & Jacob, pretty light, and happy. And they all take place in his garage.
13/THIRTEEN/XIII [MONTHS]
Jacob and Bella are sitting in his garage, and he had taken on a particularly tricky motorcycle to try and assemble; or so she's told.
"Foreign." Embry whispers, his eyes wide, looking at Jake with something close to awe.
It takes thirteen months, but he finally finishes it.
It's a chilly October night, and the moon's out, when she hears something scratching at her window.
Ping, ping, ping.
It's Jacob, he's standing outside, grinning up at her, and he looks so ridiculously happy that she smiles back. He gestures to a bike behind him, she recognizes it as the hunk of metal he's been working on for over a year now.
"We're going for a ride!" He whisper-yells to her.
Bella is dressed, and outside in less then a minute.
"You didn't wear a coat." Jacob whispers in her ear, causing goose bumps to crawl up her neck. He's reprimanding but not angry. "You'll get sick or something." He slips his jacket off, an on to her.
"It's very shiny." She says of the bike. Jacob snorts.
The wind is cold on her face, and catches at her hair, but it's not unpleasant. She has 108 degrees sitting in front of her, so she just wraps her arms tighter, and buries her head in his back.
They pull up to the spot on the cliffs where everyone jumps off, Jacob turns sideways on the bike, and pulls Bella towards him, so she's half sitting on his lap, her legs balanced on the handlebars.
"Thanks." He says to her, breaking the silence.
She tilts her head in question.
"For being here right now."
And she knows he's not talking about on the cliff.