Title: Home is where the heart is.
Your pen name(s): dananjoeysmom
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Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at Fan Fiction, however, I know from reading others that I should mention that all of the characters and the storylines from the Twilight series belong to Stephanie Meyer. My using them in my fan fiction is simply meant to be a tribute to her work.
Preface: This story takes place in New Moon, after Bella has jumped from the cliff, and Alice has seen her. The story diverges at this point, in that instead of Alice coming to Forks, Edward comes instead, thus erasing the entire Volturi plot. The story picks up with Jacob and Bella sitting in her truck, while he has driven her home from her day of cliff diving.
Chapter 1. Personal Sun
Bella sat in the truck, with her cheek gently resting against Jacob's shoulder. What she had done was stupid. He wasn't coming back. Edward was never coming back. She felt her body drain of the last bit of energy it had. She felt as if her soul was slowly leaking out of her body the way air leaves a balloon . . . as if she were dead. As if she were dead. The irony of that thought caught in her head. It might have made her smile on another day, as that was what she had originally wanted, wasn't it? To be dead? Today however, instead of a smile all she felt was empty. She felt almost the way she felt that day in the forest when Sam Uley found her. Almost. But not quite.
Bella began to realize that there was something different today. As much as her body felt devoid of life, there was one small exception. She slowly realized there was one single part of her body that did not feel dead. And that was her cheek. Her cheek did not feel dead. The cheek that was still resting against Jacob's shoulder. Jacob. Her best friend. Her personal sun. She could feel warmth against her cheek, and that warmth was Jacob.
Suddenly Bella felt as if that connection between her cheek and his shoulder were her lifeline, and that if she broke away from him, her air supply would vanish, and she would be left spinning, devoid of life, spinning away like a balloon losing air. She leaned into his shoulder, trying to ensure that her cheek would continue to live. The feeling of warmth slowly spread into her face, and onto half of her lips. Without even thinking about it, she slowly turned her face into his shoulder, so that the warmth could spread to the other side of her face, to all of her lips. It wasn't until her lips were on Jacob's shoulder that she realized what she was even doing. Jacob. Her best friend. Her personal sun. Jacob who had held her together. Jacob that made her feel brave, and free, and . . . alive. Jacob made her feel alive.
She continued to rub her face and lips very slowly over Jacob's shoulder, slowly beginning to allow his warmth to bring her face back to life. Maybe she could be happy with Jacob. Maybe she didn't have to live her life being dead inside and risking her life just to have hallucinations of . . . her body shivered as she thought his name. . . Edward's voice. Jacob felt her shiver, and immediately turned to her to see if she was alright. As he turned his head to look at her, she was still slowly rubbing her face on his shoulder, and his face was only inches from hers. She instinctively touched her cheek to his cheek, and gently rubbed her face on his face instead of his shoulder.