The Taylor Challenge
In commemoration of Taylor Swift's Song 'Back to December' (Which is pretty obviously dedicated to Taylor Launter) on her new album 'Speak Now' I will, as an exercise of my immense and completely awesome writing skills, write a JakeBella songfic for every one of her songs on her album. (most will be in Bella's POV – cos the songs are froma girls POV. And it probably won't follow the books… some will be all human) Crazy yes, but her songs are good! Seriously, buy it! (Even if she did break his heart…)
"Mine"
BPOV
You were in college working part time waitin' tables
Left a small town, never looked back
I was a flight risk with a fear of fallin'
Wondering why we bother with love if it never lasts
I was here again – in this small diner, eating berry cobbler alone. I was picking at my 'favourite' desert (note sarcasm) when I saw him. He reminded me of someone I once knew, but he didn't exist anymore.
"Hello, anything else I can help you with?" He asked, his deep, rich voice resonated throughout my brain.
I blushed – stupid genes – and shook my head, unashamedly ogling him. He was, ina word, perfect. Gorgeous tan skin, expressive brown – almost black – eyes and his body…well, let's say that the skirt left little the imagination.
"You sure?" He asked, raising one eyebrow. My blush deepened.
He couldn't have been any older then 21 – college? What was he working here for? The nearest college was Washington State, but that was hours away in Seattle.
"I could really use the tip…" he said, fluttering his eyelashes at me, making my heart beat slightly faster.
"I'm sure."
"I tell you what – you buy one more thing, and I'll… I don't know, take you out for a date?"
"You're asking me out?" I asked incredulously. Why would such a God want to go out with me?
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you, or anything. It's just that, well, you're cute, and I saw you looking at me, and, jeez, I'm sorry. I won't bother."
"No! I mean, yes! Can I have… a coke?" It came out more of a question.
"You want to go out with me?" He smiled, a little cockily,
I blushed again. But nodded.
"Sure. Right. Ok. Um… are you local?"
"Since I was 17."
"You know where La Push is?"
I nod.
"Great. Meet you on First Beach. At say, 6?"
I nod.
He walked away for a second, but turned back quickly.
"I'm Jake, Jacob Black, by the way."
"Bella Swan." I replied.
I say "Can you believe it?"
As we're lying on the couch
The moment, I can see it.
Yes, yes, I can see it now
It's been exactly one week since I met Jake. He took me walking this morning – but he ended up taking on a bramble.
And lost.
Epically.
So, we're both on the couch, his head on my lap as I gently remove the thorns.
He hisses when I touch a stubborn one.
"You're such a baby." I told him lightly, tapping his nose.
"I'd like to see you dealing with this much pain."
I chuckled. "Can you believe, that one I might actually have to go through more pain."
He nodded studiously.
Then asked: "When?"
"Well, I eventually plan on kids."
"Oh. OH!" It clicked, I think to myself. "How many?"
"Hmm?"
"How many kids?"
"Oh two or three. I want boys."
"Why boys?"
"Girls are too stressful."
I got back to removing thorns, but I can't help but wonder about the kids that Jake and I could have.
They'd have his gorgeous skin, and his long dark hair, and my eyes.
Do you remember, we were sitting there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
"Hey Bells," he begins coyly. I'm making him dinner – spaghetti and sauce – while he's trying to look like he's helping.
"Hey Jake," I reply, just as coy.
"Do you remember that time at the beach?"
"Which time? We've been there more than anywhere else."
"The…third?"
I smiled softly and blushed at the memory.
He put his arm around me for the first time.
"Yeah? What about it?"
He shrugged. "Nothing." He grinned then. "I think you looked real pretty that night, that's all."
My blush deepened.
Flash forward and we're taking on the world together
And there's a drawer of my things at your place
You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded
You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes
I was awake earlier than Jake today. I've spent so much time at his house, it's sort of become our thing to see who wakes up first.
I try to move away from him, but his huge arm, which is wrapped around my waist, pulling me back.
"Not yet." He mumbles.
I smile. "Jaaaaake." I whined. "I need to pee."
"I don't care," he groaned, pulling me flush against his body, making me squeak.
He chuckled. "What kind of noise is that?"
I shrugged, looking into his eyes. His gorgeous, black-brown eyes, with a slight tint of awesome and a twinkle of mischief, wrapped up in love.
Love.
He pressed his forehead against mine.
"What's the look of worry?" he asked, smiling slightly.
The flashback was sudden.
"No! I hate you! You kept me here, in this town for long enough!" My mom yelled, waving her arms around her head dramatically.
Dad was in her face just as much as she was in hers.
"God damn it Renee! I told you! We could always move!"
She didn't seem to listen. "No! If you hadn't knocked me up, I would have left you long ago. This town in constricting me! I can't Breathe!"
"Then walk out the door! You've been threatening for years! But so help me Renee, you walk, Bella is staying!"
"She's old enough to make her own decision!"
I smiled and shook my head. "Nothing."
"Good. Cos I have something to ask you," he whispers, gently pecking my lips.
"What?"
He held my hand. Oh God. He better not be proposing.
"I want you to know, that I think the world of you. You know that, right?"
I nod, struck mute by this uncharacteristic declaration.
"So, I think that, should you feel the same way, you should move in."
"With you?" I squeaked.
I have to stop that.
He chuckled – a little nervously. "Yeah. With me."
I kissed him. "Sure."
"Really?" He sounded very…surprised.
"Yup. Now scoot – I gotta pee."
A few hours later, Jake and I were carrying my stuff into his house. We stopped for a 'break' – and Jake caught me looking at a photo. It was a photo of my parents and me, when I was eight. The summer before I had to leave.
He hugs me around the shoulders. "Honey?"
"Hmm?"
"You wanna talk about it?"
I looked up at him, once again lost in stupid, mesmerizingly comforting eyes.
I sigh. "You sure you wanna hear about it?"
He just gave me a look.
I took in a shaky breath.
"My parents…were never happy. They always fought. Always. Over me, over money – or lack thereof. Of Renee's spending habits, or Charlie's reluctance to spend it at all. Over this place."
"What happened?"
"When I was eight, they split. And Renee won the custody battle. I was with her except for the summers. Renee had several bad relationships, Charlie never got in a relationship again. My best friends, they all got their hearts broken, I just…"
"You think love doesn't work?" He asked softly.
I shrug. "I've seen no evidence of it otherwise."
He kissed my head/ "Honey, we're not gonna make their mistakes. I promise you that."
I didn't say it out loud, but I was thinking We'll see.
But we got bills to pay
We got nothing figured out
When it was hard to take
Yes, yes, I thought about
"Honey, wake up," Jake cooed in my ear.
"No. I'm comfy," I protested.
"Honey, you gotta get to work. I gotta get to work. The bills aren't gonna stop."
"We need a plan. Like we don't work in the mornings. Mornings officially suck."
He kissed me softly. "Yeah. We got to figure something out eventually. Living the edge is starting to wear off."
"I think we work too hard. We should take the day off."
He grinned. "Nope. Come on. Up you get."
I groaned as he left. This is a bit hard…
Do you remember, we were sitting there, by the water?
You put your arm around me for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
I remember that night, at our place on the beach.
His arm around me, my head on his chest, me drifting off to sleep.
"I love you, Bells," he whispered.
And I smiled.
Cos I love him too.
Do you remember all the city lights on the water?
You saw me start to believe for the first time
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
"Get in the boat Bells."
"No."
"Bells…"
"No!"
"Fine," he huffed, and slung me over his shoulder, fireman style.
"JAKE! LET ME DOWN!"
"NEVER!" He hollered, and shoved me on to the small boat.
I squealed, but somehow, he managed to get us out onto the water.
"See? Look at the pretty lights. Shiny," he taunted.
I shoved him. "Shut up."
He shoved me back. "No, you."
"No, you!"
I must have shoved him a bit too hard – cos the next thing I knew, he was in the water, coughing and spluttering.
"Oh my God, Jake? Can you swim?"
"Yeah, take this first," he told me, shoving something into my hands.
I looked down. It was a jewellery box.
"Jake," I breathed.
"Open it," he whispered, though he was still in the water.
I did. Inside was a ring. A perfect ring, with a small diamond in it.
"I love you, Isabella Swan. I love you so much. And so, I'm asking you – from my knees, if you can believe it – to be by my side forever. Bells, marry me?"
I gasped at his speech. "Yes! Yes! I'll marry you!" I squealed.
"Here, give me your hand I'm gonna do this right." He said, somehow managing to put the ring on my hand. I held it up, watching as the diamond sparkled in the twilight.
"Jake, it's beauty-AHHH!"
He yanked me in.
Into the freezing water.
"Jake!" I hollered, shoving him.
"Hey, careful. That's how we started all this."
"Ha, ha, ha. I had no idea I'd be marrying a comedian."
He chuckled. "Say that again."
"Ha, ha ha?"
"No. The other part."
"I'm marrying you."
He kissed me then, passionately, pulling my body tight against his.
"I love you," he whispered, once we broke for air.
Oh, oh, oh
I looked up, and, smiling uncertainly, replied: "I love you too."
And I remember that fight
Two-thirty AM
Yes, everything was slipping right out of our hands
I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street
Braced myself for the goodbye
'cause that's all I've ever known
And you took me by surprise
You said, "I'll never leave you alone"
"Bella!"
"No Jake. Who the hell is she? Who is that bitch skank of hoe who is screwing you?"
"No one!"
"Really? Then why do I have a message from a 'Leah' whose in town. Hmm? She wants to 'catch up'! Jake I can't believe you!"
"Bella, it's two thirty in the morning. Can we not do this now?"
"No! Now is the perfect time for this! Who is she?"
"I had a fling with her once, years before I met you."
I was crying. I had no control over this situation.
"I can't believe you." I breathed, and ran away from him.
Away from the hurt, that I should have known would be inevitable.
Love never happens.
I could hear him behind me.
"Bella," he breathed, taking my hand.
"Don't touch me!" I yelled.
I wrapped my arms around me, feeling this hurt punch holes in me, feeling the new pain mix with the new.
"Bells, I love you."
I braced myself for this. For the good bye. For the 'but'.
"I'm never gonna leave you. Never. I don't care how long it takes for me to prove this too you, but I'm willing to prove it to you, ever day of forever."
You said, "I remember how we felt sitting by the water
And every time I look at you, it's like the first time
I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter
She is the best thing that's ever been mine"
"Bella, you remember that night, at the water? You know that face I was wearing? Bella, I fell in love with you, right there. And everytime I look at you, it's like that first time. I fall in love you again and again. I feel in love with you – with a careless man's extraordinarily careful daughter. But she's mine. She's the best thing that is mine. I love her. I love you."
You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
You are the best thing that's ever been mine
Do you believe it?
Going to make it now
I can see it
I can see it now
I hugged him then, rather, through myself onto him, apologizing, again and again.
"My little rebel, falling in love," he whispered.
"We're gonna make it, aren't we?" I asked him, a little afraid of the answer.
"Honey, we're gonna make it," he reassured me.
"Can you see it? Our kids, two little boys, and little girl for you. My house, a little garden and the beach. We're gonna do this. Believe it, Bells. This is real."