First story didn't quite turn out the way i planned. Massive writer's block. Hopefully this one is better. In this story picture Bella a little more hardened. She has strength and muscle and is more level headed and not as easy to push over but quick to tip someone off and tell them what she thinks. But every one has a weak point. Mostly in Jacob's view but will put some chapters in Bella's view. Hope every one enjoys! R&R.

"Let's run away."

I look over at Bella and chuckle at her serious face, "Run away to where?"

"Anywhere," She says taking a swig from the vodka bottle and gazes out into the water of first beach, "we have nothing here."

"We have school, and friends, and our dads." I say trying to change her mind.

"Come on, Jake, you're my best friend and you know you're all I need." She tosses a twig into the small fire and turns her whole body to me. "Please Jacob?"

"I don't know Bells." She sighs at my words and leans her back against my shoulder bringing the bottle to her mouth again to take a long, bitter drink. From her hand I snatch the bottle and take a big drink myself because in the back of our minds we both know that I would follow her to the end of the Earth if such a task were possible.

I gaze up at the stars thinking about the very rough past two years for me and Bells. When I feel her small fingers lock with mine I look down to see Bella starring at me with wide eyes. She sits up again on her knees and slowly inches her face closer to mine.

"Bells?" I question, but before anything else is said or explained she presses her plump lips softly upon mine, lingering.

"Bella?" I ask again with our lips still touching. She breathes and I taste the salty water of a tear drop on our lips.

"Jacob... please kiss me." She sighs out. At first I do not move for my mind is in too much of a confused state, but when I feel another tear slide from her cheek and drip onto our lips I hesitate no longer. Pushing my mouth firmly against hers, she puts her hands on my chest and pushes me back against the ground and crawls her way up my body never letting our lips part.

My mind was now going a hundred miles an hour, what was going on? Bells was my best friend and she was kissing me? Bella is gorgeous and beautiful and I always found myself playing body guard for the many males who tried to get them selves a piece of her. She wasn't the preppy do your hair, wear nice clothes kind of girl that you tend to find in the Washington area. Thats most of the reason why men found her so attractive, the rest being from her great personality and humor.

To me though she was just my Bells, my number one best friend. The one I called every time I needed advice, the first non-sibling I saw everyday, the one I always ended up matching clothes with in our signature flannel shirts and worn combat boots. We just fit so perfectly as best friends, two peas in a pod.

We have always been pretty much inseperable since the day she was born after my first birthday. We would sneak into each other's rooms to talk about the days events even though we were together for most of it, we would swap lunches when we didn't like what our mom's made us, and you could always bet Bella could hand out a good game of football in the field with the guys. Bella actually used to be a really good defense player until all of us amels substantially grew in height and muscle from our inherited wolf gene.

She even knew about that! Naturally she was the first person I told, but I didn't even have to come right out and say it because she already just knew. She knows the legends, she is a quilleute herself.

But at this very moment my best friend was kissing me and it was way better than my first kiss in fifth grade by Tina Thomas and even more better than the first time I had sex with Susette McClain my freshman year at a party. So of course you see why I am confused. I never once considered her girlfriend material, but now that I feel her weight fully a top mine and feel her soft lips pressed against my rugged ones I can't help but think that maybe I missed out on her.

At the slight pause in my lip movements, Bella pulls away with a blank expression on her face.

"Isabella, what's the matter?"

It is a rarety for me to call her by her full name. So when I use it, it is my way of telling her that myself; her best friend of seventeen years who knows every little crevice and detail about her, is concerned and confused about what she is feeling and thinking.

She looks to my eyes and with one deep, soul searching look, I finally understand. She quickly hides her face in my chest as she starts to cry from the deepest, most emotional part of her self being. In all of the two years since it happened I have never seen her cry about it. Even before then it was rare for her to cry about something once she hit her teen years.

In the first weeks since the accident it was me who cried and Bella who did the comforting, holding me and promising me I would at least never lose her and that together we could make it through anything. Though now as her body violently racks from sobs upon me, it is I who finally got to play the comforting role for her.

Today, September 18th, marked the two year anniversary of our mother's deaths. To deal with the pain, I cried the first couple weeks and had Bella to reassure me, but as far as I could tell Bella never dealt with the pain. I could always see the pain in her eyes, but I knew neither of us wanted to talk about it. We both knew how we felt and saying that aloud after a month after the deaths just seemed like a waste of breath.

Now I wish I would have. I wish I could have helped her not feel this pain. How did I not even notice? Deciding not to worry about that in the presense of my grieving friend, I grab her face in my large hands. When eye contact in finally made I bring her lips to mine once again and kiss her hard and I do not stop until her crying has subsided. With my hands on her hips and her full body still laid upon mine I grant her wishes.

"Bells, if running away is what you want to do then run away we shall."

At first her face says nothing as her eyes search my face for any lie. Quickly finding that there is no trace of one a sloppy smile appears on Bells'a mouth. Without a word being said she lays her head back down on my chest.

It is neither her holding me or I holding her. It is us both back in sync holding each other.