A/N: I'ts my first fanfic on here! Yay!

I don't own and characters (as of yet... thinking about some originals coming in soon) because Stephanie Meyer's mind thought of them first.

Damn. It's too bad. Could have made money off of this shit. Hehe.

Please review, I need feedback! Love!

Bella POV

"FUCK!!"

"Aaah! YES! Oh my god that was amazing…" I panted, having no more energy.

"Bells, you need to settle down or we're never doing this again."

"Oh, c'mon, Jakey, just one more time? Please?"

Jacob rolled his eyes and put his hands on my hips, lifting me up as I put my hands on his shoulders. He looked up at me and shook his head. "No. I'm sick of being humiliated."

I pursed my lips together, trying not to laugh at his shame. "Let's just call it beginner's luck."

Jake shook his head and let me down on my feet. "Fine. Beginner's luck. But if this is how it goes the next game, I am NEVER going bowling with you again." I laughed, still panting from having used all my energy jumping up and down and screaming after my last strike.

Jake and I had tried to think out of the box and do something we'd never done together before, so, strangely enough, Jake thought of the least reckless thing to do - probably because he was sick of taking me to the emergency room and making up stories about each new injury - and took me bowling.

I'd been bowling many times before in Phoenix, but it was usually with my many friends that either, were too into each other to pay attention to my horrible game or sucked just as bad as I did and, hence, couldn't make fun of me without making fun of themselves. Plus, we usually made a funny game out of bowling that either required dares, or weird ways to toss the ball down the isle so it never occurred to me to actually pay attention to how well I was bowling.

With Jake, our friendly competition got the best of us and I actually TRIED to play well, honestly attempting to beat him. Perhaps I could do ONE thing better than Jacob. Perhaps. And the way he was bowling in the beginning gave me some serious hope to kick his ASS at this. I laughed at the thought and by the time our second game was over, I had thrown twice as many strikes as him and was more enthusiastic about bowling than I had been for any kind of sport in my whole life.

Of course, being Jacob, he had to keep trying to beat me, so he kept paying for more games. Thank goodness they were cheap because he was not winning and it was pissing him off to no end. Perhaps I would be a good friend and just let him win this one to boost his ego a little.

"But if you just try to swing this so I'll bowl with you again, you're gonna pay," Jake said. Ok, so maybe I wouldn't try to boost his ego.

"What? You think I'd do that? Bring down my high? Pfft, I wanna be able to go home and tell Charlie… AND Billy… that I beat your ass five times! … At a sport!" Jake paid for another game and we started another one, him going first, picking up a blue ball - which I giggled at and then mentally slapped myself for a moment later - and throwing it down the isle. "…And hell, I have like NO sense of equilibrium… you know, NO balance… and I'm so much scrawnier than you…" he looked back at me - after knocking down five pins, going back to pick up the ball again - with an annoyed look on his face. I waited for him to throw that ball before speaking again, "AND I'm not at all good with my hands… and hell, YOU'RE the mechanic, shouldn't you be better at this than me? OH my goodness, I wonder what Quil and Embry will say when I tell them-"

"ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH!" He yelled as he ran back over to me and playfully tackled me into one of the chairs, poking those spots on my sides that he KNEW were ticklish on me. I laughed hysterically, more because of the fact that I was annoying him than the fact that he was tickling me. "Say uncle!"

"What?!?" I squealed, squirming beneath him in the chair.

"Say uncle!"

I finally slid off the chair underneath him, making him fall into the chair. "Aha! I'm free!" I quickly stood up and went to go grab a bowling ball for my turn.

"And Jake," I started,

"Oh my God, Bells, NO MORE, please."

"No, no, I was just gonna say… uh… no one says 'say uncle' anymore." I laughed. "Seriously, Jake, who says that?"

"Uh… I do?" Jake said, scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh don't feel self-conscious, I'm just saying, my grandpa used to say that when he tickled me. It's so like… old. Ha. Just… wouldn't you say uh… mercy? Or something like that?" I turned towards the pins.

"Oh Bells, you're so cute. You'd never tell me 'mercy'. You'd never want me to be merciful with you. You like it when I'm like that with you-"

"Jake, I don't know what you're getting at but-"

"Just bowl, Bella."

A half an hour, and four strikes for me later, I beat Jacob yet again. And the strange thing was that I was barely even trying. Wow. Something Jacob Black sucks at. We'll be doing this again, I'm sure. The both of us decided to go chill at my place afterward so he wouldn't have to go straight home to his dad and friends that would most certainly hear of his bowling catastrophe and being beat by a girl. No, not just any girl, but being beat by ME, Bella Swan, the worst person at any sort of sport ever. I'm surprised I only fell on my ass six times. And they'd hear that too, because even though I was a wee bit embarrassed about my clumsiness, getting to tell everyone that I beat Jacob even AFTER falling on my ass, would just make it that much more worth it.

Charlie was not on the couch where I had expected him to be when Jake and I got to my house. "Dad?" I yelled into the house after shooing Jacob into the kitchen. "Jake's here… you want me to make us all some dinner?"

"Not for me, Bells," I heard his voice from the bathroom upstairs. "I gotta go in to the station."

"But you havn't gone in on a Saturday in-" I began, walking up the stairs.

"I know, baby, but there was an emergency."

"Is someone hurt?" I asked, sort of regretting asking such a dumb question.

"Um," Charlie turned to me after blowing his nose in a tissue and throwing it into the little trashcan. "Well, I do work for the police, Bells, and an emergency usually means-"

"I know, I know," I said, shaking my head, "I'm just curious as to what's happened."

"Two men were just murdered in Port Angeles and a witness saw a man running from the scene, driving away in this direction. No one's sure he'll pass through Forks, but we're all just being precautious. Just do me a favor and stay inside the house tonight, ok?"

"Uh… yeah. Ok. Should Jake stay the night then?" I asked, knowing he would be fine with it. Jake had stayed over at our house multiple nights the past couple months. I was beginning to feel like Charlie saw him as one of my girl friends or something since he was so comfortable with letting Jake stay and even sleep on the floor in my room a few times. Perhaps Charlie just didn't see that Jake and I were not six-year-olds anymore. I didn't complain, though. It was nice having your dad trust you and your friends.

"Yeah, I'll call Billy from the station and tell him he's over here. I was planning on calling him anyway. Maybe get him and everyone else in La Push to be on the lookout as well."

"Ok Dad."

Charlie ruffled my hair and patted my shoulder before heading downstairs. "Don't worry, Bells."

"Be careful!" I yelled after him.

"Always am!" He yelled back before waving at Jacob and running out of the house.

"What was that all about?" Jake asked me as I re-entered the kitchen. He had a cookie in his hand and some crumbs on his shirt.

I smirked at him and rolled my eyes. "I could make us some dinner, you know," I said, opening the fridge.

"I know," he took another bite of the gigantic chocolate chip cookie I'd made a few of the night before because I was bored and for some reason cookie dough felt like a fun thing to play with at the time. "I'm jus' havin' a snack."

"I don't know how your dad keeps you fed…"

"Why do you think I'm over here so often?"

"I guess."

"So why'd Charlie leave?" He asked, eating another small bite of cookie, obviously trying to make it last since he'd taken the last one off the counter.

"Had to go to the station. Said for us to stay in the house. He's even gonna call your dad and tell him you're staying here tonight because he doesn't want us to leave. Guess some guys got murdered up in Port Angeles and a witness saw the murderer flee. In this direction." I was bent over in the fridge, trying to find SOMETHING to cook with, though it was obvious I needed to make a trip to get groceries.

"Wow. Well, guess we need to break out the checkerboard then!"

I turned around and raised an eyebrow. Then a smirk moved across my face. "Well, I dunno, Jacob, I might just kick your ass at THAT too."

Jacob made a fake mad face and quickly put the cookie in his mouth before lunging forward at me and grabbing my waist, poking those ticklish spots. He knew I hated being tickled. "Oh yeah?" He said, his teeth trying to hold onto the cookie that was halfway sticking out of his mouth.

"Jake!!" I squealed, "Sto-oo-op!!" I squirmed under his hold and tried to kick away but before I knew it he had lifted me up and placed me on the kitchen table, still poking at my sides, leaning over me like he really expected me to get away. "Ugh! Please!!"

Jake finally stopped after he grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head against the table. His body was leaning over mine in a way that I couldn't move if I wanted to. Not that I really wanted to, anyway. I was panting, trying to catch my breath and looking up at him with an evil eye. "You're mean," I breathed, leaning my head up and biting the cookie that he was clasping in his teeth.

"Hey!" Jake moved up and let me go.

"I knew taking your food away would get you to move," I laughed, sitting up on the table. Jacob didn't like the less cookie he now got and, after shoving the rest of the cookie in his mouth and finally swallowing it, he stepped in between my open legs, putting his hands on my thighs.

"Isabella Swan, you are the most evil person I have ever met," he whispered after pressing his nose to mine and staring me down like he'd kill me if I tried that again. I broke down and laughed hysterically.

"Perhaps they should have cast YOU as Cookie Monster on Sesame Street instead of that blue puppet! The emotion would be much more realistic!" I laughed again and put my forehead on Jake's shoulder. He laughed too and shrugged it off after I finally settled down and was breathing regularly again. I was looking down at his hands that were on my thighs, wondering what Charlie, even though he loved Jacob dearly, would say if he walked in on this situation. And as I thought about that, another few instances came into my mind. Hell, Jacob and I were always like this. Always in compromising positions that left other people thinking about us as … something we weren't. How many times had Billy or Charlie caught Jake and I in the middle of a tickle attack or a wrestling match or a fight over food that just COINCIDENTALLY ended up looking like … well, something it wasn't.

I liked us like this, though. Playful. Loving. It was hard for me to imagine loving Jacob the way I had loved … him. For the past few months, not having Edward around was actually becoming easy. I had hated it the first few months he was gone. I had tried to do everything reckless I could to keep his voice in my head, to see little glimpses of him in my mind, but Jake and I had this talk… No, I wouldn't try to remember that talk. It was horrifying. He had gotten so fed up with my depression that he finally just locked me in his garage with him and talked to me - while I mostly yelled at him - and hashed out an argument for four hours. We talked about everything. Absolutely… everything. No more reckless crap was on my agenda unless Jacob, and much padding and helmets, were involved. I found out that day, after arguing with Jacob for hours, that he was the one person in my life I could truly talk openly to, that I could be completely honest with, that I would spill my heart out to and still have him standing there with me in the end. I saw him differently now, after that 'talk' … and I promised him that, no matter what, I would not hold back any sort of emotion no matter what it was. He wanted to know everything I felt and wanted to help me be the happiest person I could be. But he had to promise me, in return, that he wouldn't push any sort of emotion on me, either. So our compromise was working so far, and even now, nearing May and then my graduation from high school, after months of many loops and ups and downs on the Jacob-Bella emotional roller-coaster, we were doing well. I hadn't even thought of wanting to be with Edward or any of the Cullens for that matter. After finding out about the whole werewolf thing, and being introduced to Emily, and the rest of the pack of wolves, I had yet another family I could go to for whatever reason. And the protection was the same - if not better - than it was with the Cullens. It took me quite a while to come to these conclusions, but I knew, especially since I was genuinely happy, that it was worth taking the time to figure everything out.

Still looking down at Jacob's hands that were massaging my TOO wide open thighs, I moved my hands to his biceps and then softly moved them up to his shoulders, around to his back and then clasped them together around his neck.

"Bells..." he breathed into my ear. I looked up at him, finally and then leaned my forehead in against his.

"Jake, I've been thinking."

"Uh oh." He said, then smirked.

I just smiled. "I know, right? Um, actually, I just… wanted to know if um, perhaps, since I'm doing so much better these days… and since, you know, it's gonna be cold tonight and … since you're staying over… and since I have that new lock on my door and I uh…"

"Bella, spit it out… and I don't mean the cookie."

I giggled, "Ok ok! You wanna just stay up in my bed tonight?"

At first, Jacob looked a little concerned, but then that devious little smile of his crossed his face and I knew what he was thinking.

"No, Jacob, if anything, you're just going to act as a nice, warm, teddy bear for me."

"But I've been doing better these days too!" He whined, his hands moving to my waist.

"Oh, c'mon, you just assaulted me on my kitchen table! You're lucky I don't call Charlie back to arrest your ass!" I pushed myself away from him and got off the table, jumping for the fridge again.

Jake sat down in one of the chairs at the table. "What did you say about a lock?"

"Huh?" I turned around, a package of ground beef in my hands that I set on the counter. I went to the pantry and found I had enough tomato paste and sauce that I could get by with making us some sauce for the spaghetti I'd make us. "Thank goodness," I said to myself and then turned back to the stove, finally starting to cook to hopefully get my mind off of … other things. I spoke to Jake with my back to him. "Oh, the lock. Um… yeah. I asked Charlie if I could go buy a new handle for my door… I was uh… getting sick of him always stumbling into my room without knocking and last week he was mad and just busted into my room while I was changing and I think it embarrassed him enough to let me get the lock without arguing." I laughed, remembering the awkward moment when Charlie came into my room and, thankfully while my back was turned to him, I was changing into my pajamas and only had a pair of underwear on.

"But he's your DAD, isn't he supposed to accidentally do that kind of stuff all the time? I mean, my dad does that to me all the time-" Jake said, jokingly.

"Jake, if you haven't noticed, you and your dad are of the same gender, that makes it a little less embarrassing," I argued, stirring the sauce I was making.

After almost a half an hour, I'd finally finished making some spaghetti and some meat sauce for us both to eat. I put some plates on the table and of course Jake took most the noodles, still starving even after all the crap we ate at the bowling alley. I watched him eat for a few minutes, a grin on my face before I started to eat some of my amazingly yummy spaghetti. We ate in silence for a while until Jake broke it.

"Could you come down to La Push and just cook for me every couple of days?" Jake asked right after swallowing a big bite of noodles he'd swirled onto his fork.

"Maybe during the summer…" We both smiled and I suddenly felt full. I sighed, "Jake, I'm gonna go take a shower."

"Yeah that bowling alley wasn't exactly the most sanitary place-"

"And I fell on my ass quite a bit so I feel kinda gross. Just put your plate in the sink when you're done, k?" I said, getting up and putting my plate in the sink. I'd deal with putting everything away later. As I passed Jake to go towards the stairs, I moved a hand through his hair. He seemed to shudder but I acted like I didn't notice before trotting up the stairs to the bathroom.

Taking a shower, all I could think about was the moment Jacob had me pinned to the kitchen table. For some reason it had turned me on more than it should have even WITH that damn cookie in his mouth. I tried not to fantasize about it too much since I know Miss Sexually Frustrated Bella didn't want to come out tonight at the wrong time and fuck things up with Jake forever. So I made a decision to do my usual after I got out of the shower.

Once I was done, I wrapped a towel around myself and opened the door, the cool air making me gasp but not as much as Jake standing there made me gasp. "Jesus Jake!" I jumped, startled. "What the fuck?"

"Sorry. I just wanted to see if I could take a shower too."

"Were you trying to get in with me? Geez, you could have just waited so you didn't have to give me a damn heart attack." I stared at him with this pissed expression on my face, but he just smirked.

"You like when I give you heart attacks," he said, his hands now up high on the door frame.

I shook my head, "Actually, I don't. Sorry." I moved under one of his arms and passed to my bedroom. "Take a shower!" I said before slamming my door.

"Are you trying to say I stink?" Jake asked, stepping into the bathroom.

"Yeah! I AM!" I screamed and I could hear Jake chuckle and then shut the bathroom door.

As soon as I knew he was in the bathroom I jumped onto my bed grabbed my laptop. I turned it on before getting up and pulling open my underwear drawer. I moved aside some of the undies I never wore, just kept in that drawer to cover things up, and pulled out one of my three dildos. Before I came to Forks, I had never been too extremely into sex or sexual pleasure at all, and hell, I was still TECHNICALLY a virgin, so I guessed I didn't really know what I was missing, but being Bella Swan, I am also one of the most curious people one the planet. Plus, I am quite independent and when I wanted to know how sex would feel, I took it upon myself to find out… without just whoring myself out to some guy just because I was curious. So I used the debit card I had gotten a few years earlier that was attached to my checking account and bought a toy online. After using it for a while, I got more interested in other toys and just bought two more dildos a few weeks before I moved to Forks. One of them I still hadn't used because I was afraid to since I didn't know I had bought such a big sized one, but I knew at some point I'd become that masochistic and be really interested to see what the hype about big dicks (that my best friend in Phoenix would talk about every Monday after spending a weekend with her boyfriend) was about.

Right after I grabbed the purple Rabbit from my drawer, I jumped into bed, my towel sliding off of me, and pulled the blanket up to my waist. I pulled my laptop to the side of me and went to my favorite porn site. Remember? Bella Swan equals curious. What teenager didn't look at porn? Especially one that had a hot boy in her shower at the time? I had learned many times over that the wrong video could turn you off completely so I made sure to quickly search for one that I'd like and once I got one started, I plugged my earphones into the computer and put them in my ear. I wouldn't have anyone hearing this but I enjoyed the sounds too much to just turn it on mute, so earphones were necessary. One that was all settled, I took my dildo and started rubbing it on my pussy. I was already a little wet, probably from what happened down in the kitchen and from my fantasies during my shower, so it helped when I finally slid my wonderful little friend into me. I groaned softly as I watched the erotic video on my computer, at one point mentally noting that I was going to have to try THAT position some day… With my free hand I caressed my left breast, licking my lips as I thought about that being me... and maybe Jake... in the video. I had turned the vibrator on so it didn't take me long to finally cum. Unfortunately It wasn't the wonderful release I was looking for, but it would do.

When I turned off the video and exited the porn site, I took out my earphones and just lied there for a moment before pulling out my dildo and pulling my blanket off of me. I looked towards the door and raised an eyebrow. Then I perked up my ears. No more water running. The door was slightly ajar. I remembered then that I hadn't locked it. Still need to get in the habit of doing that but … why… why was the door open just slightly? Did I slam it so hard that it reopened a little? Was I too caught up in getting off that I just missed that? I quickly pulled on some panties from my drawer and then some warm pajama pants and a pink tank top I had lying on my rocking chair, waiting to be put away. I took the towel I had used to wrap around myself after my shower and held it with both hands as I held under it the dildo that I had just used. I went out into the hall just as Jacob was getting out of the bathroom. That was sort of a relief but I still was a little anxious to get out of Jake's view.

"Hurry! I gotta pee!" I squealed and ran into the bathroom, pushing Jake out. I laughed at the look on his face after I shut the door behind myself. I threw the towel on the floor. I didn't really know how I was going to re-enter my bedroom with a dildo in hand, so after I washed it off I just put it in my bag of toiletries where Charlie knew better never to touch. That should do for now. After I was done with that, I brushed my hair to get all the tangles out and then just decided to do the rest of my nightly ritual and brushed my teeth, and washed my face. I did, however, feel kind of BLAH, and, going back to Jake, I didn't want to look like shit so I put on some mascara just to make me look a little more … well, ALIVE, and then put on some of my strawberry lip balm. My lips had been getting extremely chapped with the cold weather so chap stick was necessary. Though, I will say, that I wasn't NOT thinking about Jake when I put the lip balm on. I smiled in the mirror and shook my hair one more time before opening the door and going back into my bedroom.

But once I got there, I gasped. "Jake!"