Preface/Prologue:
"Who are they?" Embry snorted as he bit into a burrito as he, Quil and Jacob were walking back to Jacob's house.
"Looks like some new people in town," Quil stated as the large U-Haul truck was in the drive-way. A green van had opened it's side doors and two boys got out from the back while two older boys got out of the front seats. Pulling up behind them was a blue Subaru outback where a woman, the mother they assumed, got out of the car as a girl, the daughter, got out of the passenger side. Jumping out of the U-Haul was the father, they assumed.
"Large family," Embry frowned, "Like we don't have enough people here as it is."
"Really!" Quil agreed, "So who's going to be the one to go introduce them to the pretty girl?"
Jacob walked from the other side of Quil over towards the new family, "Hey! I saw her first, Jake!" Embry called out as Jacob laughed, pulling back his long black hair.
"Do you need any help?" Jacob asked, trying to be smooth to the daughter who looked to be around his age.
She turned, her eyes as black as her hair as they scanned his face, "And you would be..."
"Jacob, Jacob Black," he said with a smile.
"Nice to meet you," she said with a small bow of her head as she shook his hand. "I'm Bridget."
"Bj, is this guy messing with you?" the tallest of the four boys asked walking over. He set down what appeared to be a heavy box, and walked over, setting an hand on his sisters shoulder. The two looked very alike, although Bridget had a softer face, and her brother's was scarred across one eye and over his nose to his cheek, causing his right eye to remain closed and his eye brow to missing a large chunk.
"No, he was just asking for help," Bridget said looking down at her hands.
"If you haven't noticed, we have plenty of help," the older brother sneered, "We don't need your help."
He pulled Bridget away from Jacob and picked up the box with one hand, as if showing off that they didn't need help and that they were strong enough themselves. Jacob stared oddly at them before returning to Embry and Quil. "What was that all about?" Quil asked, curious as to what the guys problem was.
Jacob looked back over, watching one of the other brothers grab the box that Bridget had pulled out of the truck, and took it into the house. "Bj, why don't you just go set up your room?" the youngest looking boy suggested. He was still taller than Bridget, although not by much. She frowned and made her way into the two story house.
That night, Jacob left his house and went over a couple blocks where she had lived. He saw her window open, her curtains drawn back and she was reading on her window sill with a light shining down on it. Jacob smiled to himself before looking around, making sure no one else was around before he went over and saw that he was able to reach the window as it was on the first floor.
"Hey," he said, startling her. She looked up from her book over towards him.
"Hey," she said in a hushed whisper, "I don't think you're suppose to be out past curfew," she told him as she closed her book and set it to the side.
He shrugged, "I didn't think we got to really be properly introduced."
"I thought we were," she told him, "Jacob Black."
The way she said his name made him smile uncontrollably. She smiled too, liking his.
"What's with your brother? Why didn't he want you to talk to me?" Jacob asked her.
"He's protective," she stated simply, "It's rare for a girl to be born in my family, especially if there's all ready three boys born. They'd need a fourth son, and not a daughter."
"Where are you from?" Jacob asked curious.
"South-East Washington. I'm part of the Chelan tribe," she explained, "But, some stuff was going on there so we left before my family was messed up with it."
"Well, I'm glad your here now," Jacob said cheesy. She let out a small laugh, covering her mouth as she did so.
There came a noise from down the hall, "Oh, no. You need to go," she said panicked, "If Vince sees you, he'll go insane."
"Oh," Jacob frowned.
"I'm sorry," she frowned apologetically as footsteps came closer to her door, "Quickly, go!"
He turned and began to leave, not wanting her to get in trouble. "Jacob!" she hissed loud enough for him to hear before he left completely. He turned back, and rushed back, "Will I be able to see you again?"
"Of course!" he told her. She smiled before waving him off. When he got back to the road he saw her door open and she was back to reading a book. She looked up to see her scarred faced brother, Vince, had entered into her room.
For the next year, Jacob was found visiting her every night, even occasionally inside her room, or the two walking around town while her family thought she was in bed, asleep. During the day, they stayed clear of each other, Jacob not wanting her to get in trouble, and Bridget not wanting anything to happen to Jacob.
It wasn't until one time, Jacob showed up, her window was closed, and the lights were out. He tapped on the window, and it opened, Bridget's soft weeping could be heard. Jacob pulled himself up quickly through the window and sat on her bed, "What's wrong, Bridget?"
She huffed and sobbed before stating, "I'm moving again."
"Where too?" Jacob asked, shocked by the news.
"I don't know, they won't tell me," Bridget told him, "I think they know, Jacob."
"So they're going to move away because of me?" Jacob asked, a little hurt showing through on his face.
"No, Jacob, it's not because of you," she said engulfing him in a hug, "It's because of me."
"Bridget, what do you mean?" he asked her.
She shook her head, "I can't tell you."
"Why not?" he asked, a little upset.
"Nobody is suppose to know..." she shivered, "Lance is coming, you might want to leave..."
He nodded and climbed out the window before leaning back in a bit, "Will I ever see you again?"
"I don't think so, Jacob Black," she said with a shake of her head. He looked away but she leaned over and gave him a light kiss on the cheek, "I'm sorry."
And he left, not looking back as he walked home that night. He was only fifteen, but he had the first taste of falling in love. Her name was Bridget Jay Jones.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything relating to it. I own Bridget and her family.
Author's Note: Chelan is pronounced "Sha-lan" just to let you know. They are a tribe in the South-East Washington on a reservation there. If you are Chelan, cool. I am not, so don't take anything I saw about the Chelan tribe to be accurate or true. This is merely a fanfiction. I know a new one, but this is the result of listening to t.A.T.u. for hours on end and hearing the song, "All About Us" many times. lol