AN: Well I've never written any Twilight fanfiction before (basically because I thought Stephenie Meyer's work was so that there was nothing I could write about) but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head. I have pretty much the entire story outlined which will span about four or five fics. ( I cannot tell a short story, sorry) And on a sidenote when you read this chapter do not assume I am a Jacob and Bella supporter and an anti Bella and Edward. I sort of am a Jacob and Bella supporter but in a strange hard-to-explain way. I guess I'm kind of like Bella. I love Jacob, but I love Edward so much more. Yes, I'm in love with fictional characters. Oh and one last thing, I like to listen to music when I read so if you do that too I would suggest you listen to "All Around Me By: Flyleaf." I think it fits the chapter.

The first time I ever had an alcoholic drink, i was in eighth grade and it had been a couple light martinis. I threw up twice and manage to sprain my ankle. Not exactly my idea of a great night. Memorable? Yes. Entertaining? For other people, probably. Fun? Hell no. I was what other high school kids called a lightweight. I simply couldn't handle my alcohol. Needless to say, I had planned for that to be the first and last drink I consumed.

Yet here I was, Bella Swan (AKA Danger Magnet), perched on the edge of a rocky cliff, downing a twelve pack. And I wasn't doing it like they do in the movies either, all cool and carefree and sexy. there was definitely nothing attractive about the way i was chugging it down, often missing y mouth altogether, slopping it down my white tank top, dribbling it down my chin. My hair had come down from its loose ponytail and was now wet with tears and beer. Stupid messy drunk.

The moon was large and bright that night hanging in a a sky of brilliant stars. If I hadn't been intoxicated, I might have noticed how everything looked like a painting: the rocky cliffs, tall green grass being gently rustled by the wind, ocean waves crashing down below. I chucked an empty bottle out over the cliff, laughing as I did so. As I laughed I began to cry again. My shoulders shook, my stomach trembled, my hands wrapped around my knees.

In five days I was to be wed to the most perfect, elegant goodhearted angel on earth. Probably heaven too. And for this my parents hated me. My mother asked if I was pregnant and when I told her no she didn't believe me. the phone call ended with her telling me she had expected me to be more responsible and not to waste a wedding invitation on her.Charlie hardly said anything. He just told me not to feel sorry for myself again when he left me for the second time. I moved out that night.

I lay back into the hard ground my bare feet hanging off the cliff, my hair and back now covered in red dirt. Suddenly I had never felt so hot. The heat was more than I could bear, so much i was sure it would suffocate me. I threw my legs into the air and yanked my jeans off with a hysterical laugh that was more like a scream. I hurled them into the night watching as them fall to the dark waves. I did the same with my white tank top, relishing its slow fall. To me it looked like a dying white bird falling to its death among the violent white caps. Geez I was morbid when I was drunk.

"Bella?"

The voice startled me and as I spun around my foot began to slide down, crumbling rocks as it went. In an instant the large shadow was at my side, its warm hands pulling me away from the edge. I felt myself being picked up and cradled in strong arms. I breathed in the familiar woodsy outdoor scent.

"What the hell Bella?! Are...are you okay?" Jacob's tan face looked down at mine, worry lines creased across his forehead. His face was blurry though and and it looked a little bit like there were two of him. I tried to unmuddle my thoughts and understand what he meant.

Then I remembered that I was in my underwear and bra. Underwear and bra that Alice had bought for me, no less. Lime green and very lacy. Pure Alice.

"Bells? W-where are your clothes?"

I pointed down at the water and grinned stupidly as though that should explain everything.

"Oh god Bella, your so fucking wasted," his eyes scanned my body and stopped at my bra, staring almost hungrily. He suddenly shook his head and opened his car door now holding my entire body with only one arm. He placed me gently in the passenger seat and jogged around to get behind the wheel. He twisted in the driver's seat and pulled out a dark blanket from underneath. He handed it to me and when I just stared at him he rolled his eyes and wrapped it around me himself.

"No," I grumbled and threw the blanket out my window. I grinned at him,"It's too hot. and if I did want to be warm I have my own space heater right her." I motioned to him and began to wrap my arms around his neck.

I felt free. I had never before felt this way my entire life. I didn't care at all that I was barely clothed and practically in Jacob's lap. And Jacob felt so...good.

I felt Jacob tense. He grabbed my shoulders and firmly pressed me back in my seat. He held me there as he leaned down, his voice no more than a whisper, "I know your drunk, but I can't let you do this. You chose him. You want him. And plus, you'd kill me in the morning."

I hated being told what i wanted and what I would do even if it was the exact truth. He turned to crank the car, but i grabbed the keys out of the ignition and flung them out the window. I smiled up at him like a child who knew they weren't but were trying very hard at the innocent act.

"Bells, if I didn't love you, I would be very irritated with you right now," he groaned.

I climbed into his lap and this time he didn't stop me. "But you do and you're not." I ran my hand up the back of his neck and into his black hair.

His hot fingertips traced my jawline, drew circles on my cheek, and gently ran across my lips. I kissed his fingertips softly and he sighed, closing his eyes. He was sitting there looking so content and angelic that with that added to my drunken state it could only equal one thing.

A fire raged and roared inside me and I found my lips crashing into Jacob's, one hand twisting his hair the other running up his shirt feeling his chest muscles. I heard him gasp and knew I had won. I knew he had never had the self control of Edward, was more reckless. He was only sixteen and he was in love. And he had everything to lose.

Our tongues brushed against each other and immediately the fire was rekindled. I turned my body and twisted so that my legs were wrapped around his stomach. He was so warm and my mind was so fuzzy. I had never felt so uninhibited, like rules didn't matter and the only thing that did was that he kept running his fingers up and down my spine and licking my collarbone.

We were both gasping for air when he finally leaned back and cupped my chin so he could look at me better. He smiled a sad smile and leaned down to whisper in my ear, his hot breath making me shiver.

"I don't car if you are drunk. I don't care if you try to kill me in the morning. This might be the last time you see me. None of it matters. Do you hear me Bells? None of it."

His black eyes blazed for a moment as he searches my face. I have no idea what he saw there but his left hand gripped my waist and suddenly his other slammed against the dashboard, making the car shake. He had never looked so determined.

"Goddammit Bella! I"m not going to let you be turned into one of them. Your soul is too precious. I will make you forget him. This is my last shot and I'm gonna make sure you never forget it. I will save you."

And I believed him.

Jacob began to kiss my shoulder so fiercely that I hardly noticed I was being lifted out of his car and carried in his arms. His mouth never left me. I felt myself being settled into tall grass as he lowered himself on top supporting part, but not all, of his wight with his elbows. His heavy, hot body weight felt good against my skin, pressing me all over.

For the first time that night my conscience came into play.

What the HELL are you doing?

Jacob...

You idiot you love Edward.

This isn't about love. I'm letting go. And I like it.

Jacob swiftly pulled off his Tshirt. I ran my hands over his chest his muscles flexing as he moved to kiss my other shoulder. Suddenly I felt hands lift me up slightly and he began to fumble with the hooks on my bra. For a split second, I imagined how perfectly Edward would have done it, elegantly and perfectly. Probably with even one hand. But Jacob wasn't a 106 year old vampire with infinite grace. He was sixteen and though he looked for all the world like a very grown man, he had probably never done this before. His fingers were too big and the bra too delicate.

I smiled mischievously up at him," Ya know Jake, I never really like this bra. Not at all my style."

He had no further questions. I heard the clasps rip away from lace and the hideous thing tossed to the side. Before I could move, think, comprehend his face was in my chest, his voice speaking, well moaning, my name.

"Oh Jake," I sighed softly and lifted my legs to hook around his waist.

He kissed one of my nipples softly and I felt it harden. His tongue traced my entire breast while he caressed my stomach. I slid my hands to his jeans and began to fumble with the zipper. Jacob ripped his pants off before I could undo a button. I could now feel everything through his thin black boxers and he growled. A happy growl. He stopped me though and gave me a look as if to say this wasn't about him. My conscience began to creep up again, but I swiftly and silently pushed it away. He moved down so his face was even with my underwear and began to massage my hips. His fingers moved down and I heard him growl again when I moaned.

Surprisingly, his fingers were trembling as he began to pull my underwear down, licking my skin as it was revealed. Finally, I felt my underwear slide to my ankles and his tongue began to flick against my tender skin. My hands gripped his hair and pushed his head down. He was licking me all over and I knew I was throbbing under his lips. Jacob gripped both my thighs tightly and I felt his tongue enter me.

"Oh my GOD Jake..." my hands were pushing harder at his head and my hips bucked up to him. Jacob began to be less gentle and careful and I felt him lick me all over, his tongue groping places I never even knew I had. I felt him slide a finger in me and then another. I began to rock in rhythm with his hand, moaning, his mouth never leaving me. My thighs pressed hard against his head knowing I was on the edge. Just when I knew I could take no more he pulled away completely.

"What the-" I began to protest but his hand was already to my mouth, a devilish grin playing on his face.

He began to kiss me passionately his warm hands rubbing all along my sides. This time it wasn't his tongue or finger that entered me. It was unlike anything I had ever felt or imagined feeling. I had been told the first time hurt, but if this was pain heaven must be pure torture. He pushed farther into and made a low deep growl. My hands gripped his broad shoulders and legs wrapped around his hips.

It seemed we moved with perfect rhythm, that our very souls were connected. He moved harder and faster while I gripped his shoulders tighter and even bit him once. Or twice. He mainly growled while I seemed to shriek and gasp like the girls in the bad movies. We were literally clawing at each other, rising to that peak together. With one last thrust I felt him shudder and we came together.

Jacob collapsed on his side, rolling over, pulling me on top. We were both laughing, mine a drunken happy laugh. We lay like that for awhile, naked me resting my head on his chest. My head was finally clouding completely over and all I wanted was sleep.

"I love you Bella."

"Always."

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