okay, this is my FIRST ever writing piece. I am currently writing it, so i I am writing as fast as I can. I hope you enjoy. I start on chapter 5, because thats when. jacob comes into the story.

DICLAIMER

I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT. I OWN NOTHING. NO COPYWRITE INFRIGMENT INTENED.

CHAPTER 5 Reunion.

I was sitting in the house talking with my father about his up-coming fishing plans. I didn't like feeling the obligation to sit and watch basketball with him. I didn't mind basketball, but it wasn't my favourite past-time. It surprised me to hear a deafening roar of an engine I recognized all too well. I jumped out the door still surprised.

"Bella!" I was so glad to see her. She hadn't been around in a while and she brightened my outlook on the day entirely.

"Hey Jacob!"

Bella didn't look okay. I mean, she was Bella, but she wasn't. She was vacant, long gone.

"You grew again!" Bella accused, sounding amazed.

I couldn't help laughing."Six five."

"Is it ever going to stop?" she was shaking her head at me. "You're huge!"

"still a beanpole though." I grimaced, I wanted muscles, like my friends. "come inside! You're all wet."

I led the way back to the house, putting my hair back into its usual ponytail, boring, but necessary.

"I ducked through our tiny(well, for me) front door as I called to my dad." Hey dad," look who stopped by."

Dad was reading his favourite classic for what? The 3 billionth time? He set it down, and he wheeled over to me and Bella.

"Well what do you know. It's good to see you bella."

It was funny to watch my dad's hand consume Bella's in a massive handshake.

"What brings you here? Everything okay with Charlie?" My dad's spoken concern made me smile, but bella's response made me smile wider.

"Yes, absolutely. I just wanted to see Jacob-Ihavn't seen him in forever."

"Can you stay for dinner?" Billy seemed eager too, for whatever reason.

"No, I've got to feed Charlie, you know."

"I'll call him now," Billy suggested. "He's always invited." Bella didn't look comfortable, she laughed to mask it though.

"It's not like you'll never see me again. I promise I'll be back again soon-so much you'll get sick of me."

I wondered what she was implying.

"Okay maybe next time."

I wanted to get out of the house. Now. "So Bella, what do you want to do?"

"Whatever. What were you doing before I interrupted?" I was fighting with my father; want to get me back to that? I wasn't finished. Ha-ha like I would do that to Bella.

"I was just heading out to work on my car, but we can do something else. . ."

No, that's perfect! I'd love to see you car."

She seemed geniuinly interested, on the outside; but it didn't convince me.

"Okay, It's out back, in the garage."

"see you later." Bella called as we ducked out the door into the rain.

The garage wasn't much, just some plastic sheds, my friends helped my screw together.

We got in and she looked out of her league of cars, she studied the grille.

"what kind of Volkswagen is that?"

"It's an old rabbit-1986, a classic."

"How's it going?"

"Almost finished." I replied cheerfully. And then i dropped my voice down, dad could hear me even out here." My dad made good on his promise last spring."

"ah." She knew what I meant. She didn't want to open the subject, who could blame her? I left it drop there.

"Jacob, what do you know about motorcycles?" Bella was awfully curious tonight. I shrugged

"Some. Embry has a dirt bike. We work on it together sometimes. Why?"

"Well . . .,"she looked like she was deliberating whether or not she could trust me."I recently acquired a couple of bikes, and they're not in the greatest condition. I wonder if you could get them running?"

So this was why she would be sticking around.

"Cool."I always love a challenge, and one including, or even about Bella, I welcomed warmly."I'll give it a try."

She held up her finger for her "buts".

"The thing is, Charlie doesn't exactly approve of motorcycles. Honestly, he'd probably bust a vein in his forehead if he knew about this. So you can't tell Billy."

I couldn't help smiling, I knew Charlie, probably better than she did, since he came fishing every other Saturday. I knew Billy wouldn't mention it, but I wouldn't tell him regardless. "Sure, sure I understand."

"I'll pay you." Was she serious? Did she actually expect me to take her money? She definitely wasn't the Bella I grew up with. It offended me.

"No. I want to help. You can't pay me."

"Well. . . How about a trade, then?" It was obvious she was making it up as she went; she seemed to like what she was doing though."I only need one bike-and I'll need lessons, too. So how about this? I'll give you the other bike, and you can teach me."

She was good at negotiating!

"Swee-eet!"I made it two syllables because she made me a deal i couldn't ignore.

"Wait a sec-are you legal yet? When's your birthday?" Is that all she thought that would stop me?

"You missed it." I couldn't help teasing her."I'm 16."

"Not that your age ever stopped you before." She muttered this; I thought that she would have remembered, oh well."Sorry about your birthday."

"Don't worry about it. What are you now? Forty?"

She sniffed, obviously trying to make her vacant, lost body sarcastic; I still couldn't believe how dead she looked. Whatever he said, he messed her up pretty bad.

"Close."

She said this, breaking my reverie.

"We'll have to make a joint party to make up for it."

"Sounds like a date." I couldn't help it, even though she didn't mean for the word to have this effect on me, my eyes sparkled, excited. She noticed this, and probably thought she should rein in her fake enthusiasm. Then she had an idea.

"Maybe when the bikes are finished-our present to ourselves."

"Deal. When will you bring them down?" I hoped she already had them here. Maybe that's why she was eager to get out here. HA! She seemed embarrassed at whatever she was about to tell me, because she bit her lip. "They're in my truck now."

"Great." And I really meant it, because she could spend time here with me longer this way.

"Will Billy see if we bring them around?"

Ha! That blind old bat?

"We'll be sneaky."

Even though my father would never see us, I put on the charade of easing them through the trees. I was strong for my age and she seemed amazed, probably remembering a struggle getting them in.

"These aren't half bad," I appraised these bike and they probably looked like twisted black junk to her, not knowing mechanics. To me, I could tell they were big sellers. "This on here will actually be worth something when I'm done-it's an old Harley sprint."

"That one's yours then."

"Are you sure?" although i figured this was to fulfill some crazy wish of hers, and she probably didn't care which one she got, I felt compelled to ask her.

"Absolutely."

"These are going to take some cash though we'll have to save up for parts first."

"We nothing!" she completely disagreed with me. "if you doing this for free, I'll pay for parts."

"I don't know." I muttered this, knowing i lost the money battle.

"I've got some money saved. College fund, you know."

Her college funds, of course. I just nodded. She must've been thinking about her luck. She was probably thinking 'only a teenage boy would agree to this:

Deceiving both our parents while repairing dangerous vehicles using money meant for my college education.' Bella coming, had been a great gift. She really needed me, almost as much as I had missed her.