I hope you all like this I wrote it at like almost midnight. I was just lying in bed having a Bella-Jacob conversation with myself and I stopped and thought: 'Hey that might be a good fanfic, I better write that down.' And thus, the story was born. Yes, I do know that I am insane, but hey, aren't we all on some level?
Please help with the title. Right now all I have is Talking With Jacob. yea or nea? sugestions welcome.
This is it. He is not avoiding me any longer. I am going to just go up to Billy's house and demand to speak to him. No more evasiveness, no more secrets.
Great. Sam and the rest of the posse was here as well.
'Jacob, can I speak to you? Alone.'
The rest of the gang—no, not gang, pack—went inside Billy's house.
'Alright. Talk.' He had Sam's face. Sam. That was how I distinguished between my Jacob and the cold, distant person that he had become after hanging out with Sam.
'Jacob, why are you being so distant? You've changed since you've become a member of Sam's pack. Why did you start hanging out with him? What Sam got on you?'
Jacob remained silent for a moment then started to turn to go inside. He turned back to face me for a moment, paused, then spoke. 'Don't come back here again, Bella.'
What? My Brain shouted. 'Why?' I had finally found my voice, although it hardly sounded like my own.
He turned to walk away, refusing to answer the question.
'Just answer me this, what is it about me that's so unlovable?'
He stopped dead in his tracks, turned towards me with an even harder, harsher expression than before. 'Don't. Don't you dare blame this on yourself, Bella. It has nothing to do with you.'
'Right,' I said, 'it's not you, it's me. Where have I heard that before?'
His face melted and he looked like he was in pain.
'Bella, it's not. I can't explain what it is, but it has nothing to do with you. You are extremely lovable. There is nothing not-lovable about you.'
'Right. That's why the only two people that I've ever given my heart to, decided to leave me. At least the first admitted it was me. The least you could do, is make this a clean break'—I want this to be a clean break, Bella.
'He said what?'
'You heard me. Don't make me repeat it.'
'Oh, Bella. My, Bella.' His face looked so pained. But at least he looked more like my Jacob.
'Jacob?'
'Hum?'
'Will you hold me, even for a moment, one last time?'
He debated with himself for a moment, then did.
I felt the comfort of his embrace. Knowing that if Sam had anything to do with it, it would be the last time, and if I have anything to do about it, it won't.
I smiled, thinking.
'Jacob?'
'Hum?'
'Did I ever tell you about what happened in the woods?'
'You mean when Sam found you?' He was always so careful not to say his name.
'No, I mean what happened earlier this week.'
'No, you didn't.'
'Well, I found that spot we were looking for.'
'Really?'
'Yeah.' I had to be really careful now not to say anything about Laurent. 'And you'll never guess what I saw.'
'What?'
'The bears everyone's been seeing? Well, they're really giant wolves. Beautiful wolves.' I said remembering.
I saw him smile at that last comment but I didn't know why. 'And there's five(?) of them. A black one, which appears to be the leader, a red one, please help. '
'That sounds interesting. Were you scared?'
'Terrified. I was sure that I was going to be the next meal, but strange enough they didn't even seem to notice me. Jacob..'
'Yeah?'
'Well, you'll probably think I'm crazy for saying this, but even stranger than the fact that I seemed invisible to them, I was kind of at peace seeing them.'
'Really?' His eyebrows shot up at that.
'Yeah. All I can remember thinking when I saw them besides 'Oh, crap, they're going to kill me.' Wait, are you actually laughing at that?'
'Sorry. Continue.'
I playfully glared at him. 'Well,' I said as if thinking about whether or not I would continue on, 'ok. Well, the only other thing I could think of, was you. And the fact that the reddish wolf reminded me of you for some reason. It's almost as if it was you and you were protecting me.'
He stared at me with his mouth wide open for a moment. Finally he regained his composure and said carefully, '"Protecting you?" From what?'
Oh, crap, that's not good, not good at all. 'Nothing really, it's merely a way of expressing that I felt safe and that you were with me.'
'Oh, ok.'
'What did you think it meant?'
'What? Oh, nothing, I was just curious about what trouble I would have been coming to your rescue from.'
We both left it at that.
'Jacob?'
'Hum?'
'We fit good together, don't we?'
'Yeah, we do.'
'Goodnight, Jacob.'
'Goodbye, Bella.'
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