Author's Note:
I'm sorry it's been awhile since I posted anything on FF. I know I need to write for "Starting Over," but this plot bunny crept up again after four years of silence. I don't want to give too much away, but this is my first not all human story. So enjoy and leave awesome reviews.
Also thanks to SheeWolf85 for pre-reading, she is such a sweetheart!
The title of this story comes from the song, "Gravity Happens," by Kate Voegle.
Gravity Happens
Present Day- Forks, Washington
Nessie's POV
"Jake!" I shout. He is standing next to a tree, his back facing me.
He turns around and our eyes meet. The anxious feeling I had of trying to find him melts away.
Gravity takes over and our bodies move closer towards each other until we stand in the middle of the woods as the sun sets behind us.
I cannot speak and neither can he. At this very moment, we are content with silence. It has been eight months since we last saw each other. Without even realizing it, I quickly throw my arms around him and hold him close to my body. He feels so warm that my own skin feels hot. Within a second, he has his arms wrapped around me. I can feel his heart beating extremely fast. After what feels like a lifetime, we break the embrace. He looks into my eyes with a shocked look on his face, like he sees a ghost or something. Before I can ask what is wrong, he runs away from me. I call out his name, but he is already gone. I stay in that one spot for a long time and wonder what I did to make him run away. Also I think back to the day I met Jacob Black.
Flashback-Eight Months Earlier
Ocala, Florida
Nessie's POV
After my parents died, I inherited the house I grew up in. As painful as their deaths were, I knew I had to move on with my life. I miss them every single day, but I know they are up in heaven smiling down on me. My aunt and uncle really helped me deal with the grieving process. They helped me plan the funerals, fix up the house, straighten out all the insurance stuff, and become my crying shoulder whenever I need it. My parents left most of their assets to me in their will. Also they left some to Ruby and Sam, my aunt and uncle. Honestly, I will never have to work again, but I know I will get bored sitting in the house all day long.
That's why I decided to be a surfing instructor on Atlantic Beach. I've always enjoyed the ocean and going surfing with friends. Now, I could do both all the time.
Since the beach isn't far from my house, I walk there every day. One day, I am walking home with my surfboard in one hand, beach bag in another, when I end up bumping into someone. A very hot someone, to be exact. We almost topple onto the ground.
"Shit," we both exclaim loudly.
The guy stands up and extends his hand out to help me up.
"I am so sorry. Are you alright?" he asks apologetically.
I take a hold of his hand and I quickly get up.
"Don't worry. I'm fine. No harm, no foul. I hope I didn't hit you with my surfboard," I explain, gesturing to my surfboard on the ground.
"Nope, the board just missed me," he cajoles, cracks a tiny smile.
"Well, that's good. I'm Nessie, by the way," I introduce myself.
"I'm Jake," he replies.
What a perfect name, I think to myself.
"Did you just move here? I don't remember seeing you around before," I ask.
"Yeah. My dad and I moved into the house on the right two days ago. I'm just getting around to exploring," he verifies, with a sad look on his face.
I can't tell you why my heart hurt for this man, but it seems like something bad happened to make him move here.
"Well, welcome to Ocala. I hope you and your dad enjoy it here," I offer.
"Thanks. It's very different from where we lived before," he answers.
"Where do you hail from?" I ask curiously.
"My dad and I lived in Forks, Washington," he explains.
We both say at the same time, "The rainiest place on the Continental USA."
He starts laughing, which causes me to laugh as well.
"Not many people know about Forks. I guess you have heard of it," he says after catching his breath.
"I'm really into surfing and I've researched different beaches around the world. Besides rain all the time, La Push has some nice swells," I explain.
"I can attest to that. I've done some surfing myself. You should definitely check it out someday," he replies.
"Thanks," I offer as I peruse this handsome stranger.
Jake is tall, extremely tall. I am only 5'3 and my head barely comes up to his chin. His body looks pretty buff, so I'm thinking he works out a lot. His hair is on the longer side and the scruff on his face makes him look even manlier. His hands are pretty big and so are his feet. I didn't mean to look at his crotch, but I cannot help it. My overactive imagination went into overdrive and I wonder how "big" he really is.
He is wearing a white t-shirt that can barely contain his broad chest and abs. The red board shorts fit him perfectly and make his ass look delicious.
His voice brings me back to reality and I giggle like a school girl.
"Are you alright?" he asks as he curiously looks at me.
"Oh. Yep. I'm great. Never better," I stammer while trying to keep my cool. I know my face is beat red and not from standing out in this excessive heat.
"Well it was nice meeting you, Jake. I'm sure I will see you around again," I manage to say as I turn to grab my board.
He puts his hand on my shoulder in an attempt to stop me. He leans in close and whispers into my ear, "After checking me out, you aren't even going to ask me for my phone number?"
I am stunned, to say the least. I guess my scrutinizing is more obvious than I thought.
"It's ok, Nessie. I was checking you out as well. I like what I see," he admits.
I try to laugh it off, but I know it's no use. My heart is racing, my face is red, and my hands are sweaty. We just met and there is an instant attraction between us.
"Ummm, I'm glad we are on the same page then, I guess," I smile.
"If I made you feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry. I tend to intimidate too easily," he tried to apologize.
"Jake, don't even worry about it. I like your honesty. It shows that you have a good moral code. I respect that," I reassure.
"If I ever do intimidate you, please tell me. I will gladly back off," he replies.
"O.k." I say.
There is an awkward pause until I clear my throat.
"How about you and your dad come over to my house for dinner tonight? I can fill you in on the neighbors, stores to go to, places to eat, the awesome beaches, and any other thing you need to know," I present, hoping he will say yes.
"I will have to check with my dad first, but it sounds good to me," he exclaims.
We exchange phone numbers (like he wants) and Jake promises to call to let me know what time.
We awkwardly hug and then part ways. Somehow, I make it home before collapsing on my couch. I cannot believe that just happened.
Normally, I never invite people over. I'm perfectly content on being alone. I have a feeling Jake is going to change all of that.
Am I really ready to fall head first again?