Disclaimers:
I'm not Sony- I don't own rights to the band.
I'm not in The Script- I don't own the song.
And I'm not Stephanie Meyer- I don't own Twilight.
If I owned any of the above, I'd be rich.
I hate disclaimers. This and the following aren't actual disclaimers but instead notes.
The bold and italic texts at the beginning of each chapter are direct lyrics from the song. I go through all the lyrics without editing at all, which means all repetitions are original as well as the order and of course the words themselves.(If it ain't bold and italics {but in the story and bold or italic}, it's not lyrics! It's thoughts.)
Summary: The Man Who Can't Be Moved as a Twific! Yaaay! In case you didn't read from the summary, The Man Who Can't Be Moved is a (wonderful, fantastic, amazing) song by The Script. I recommend everyone listen to the song at some point before or after or in the middle of the Twific, in part because it's kind of what the fanfic is about and may help get the plot across, and in part just 'cause it's a great song and the flow just works well between it and the story...
N/B: I actually finished this entire fanfic before publishing, so I should be able to get a chapter up every day or every other day, depending on how long editing takes (the chapters are all really short, so that shouldn't be much of a problem) and of course whether my internet connection decides to cooperate and I have the sheer time to post something...
Wow, long author's note. It's over now though, onto the story!!
~~Begins a couple hours after Bella and Edward's wedding.~~
The Man Who Can't Be Moved
Going back to the corner
Where I first saw you.
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag,
I'm not gonna move.
I'm not going to move.
I'm not going to move.
Maybe if I don't move, she'll come back.
Maybe if I wait, she'll come back.
Maybe... maybe she'll love me again...
Maybe I can be more than him, if I just don't move...
Jacob Black refused to move. He refused to move from the spot where Bella Swan had first seen him. Long before she loved him, yet still after she saw Edward Cullen (Jacob refused to believe she loved him that early). Long before he left her, long before she nearly killed herself again and again for him... long before she started to love Jacob, just to leave him as soon as her beloved vampire returned.
Jake tensed at the last thought, shaking slightly as he tried not to phase from sheer, blinding anger.
He was sitting on First Beach in La Push, on the salt-bleached driftwood tree that they'd come to call their own, a year after meeting again. He had figured that the fishing trips when they were kids didn't really count, as Bella hadn't even remembered his name, so this would have been their first meeting. Jake pushed out of his mind exactly what had happened, what Bella had told him later- that she was just trying to get secrets about the Cullens out of him via excessive flirtation. And Jacob had fallen for it.
Jake shoved a clenched fist into his thigh. He was shaking again, a light vibration that could so quickly turn into a violent one, at which point he would phase. Edward Cullen, the filthy bloodsucker that Bella had fallen in love with, who'd tricked her and taken her away. And now he was probably turning her into the same thing as him– a monster. Or worse– dead.
The shaking increased, and Jake stuck his fist further into his leg, taking deep breaths. Edward Cullen wasn't the one waiting for her. He hadn't had to make the desperate decision for a last grab at Bella's love, to sit on the beach and wait for her, as long as necessary to change her mind. He wasn't sitting on a long-since-dead tree branch with a sleeping bag, a water bottle, and a pack of beef jerky, wondering exactly how high high tide got at this time of year. He wasn't worried about what he would eat in a day or two, when his meager supply of food ran out, or his water. He wasn't sacrificing his very nature to wait as a human would for his love.
But Bella probably didn't know what Jacob was doing for her. She was probably with Edward now, and she would look into his eyes and think that this was the man who loved her more than anyone else on the planet, and she would think that this was as good as it got, and she wouldn't think about the one waiting and waiting and wishing and wondering.
Even though he wasn't even a man, but a monster, and even though he wasn't doing anything for her now, not sacrificing anything for his love that he won so easily.
"This is pointless," Jacob said through gritted teeth. He couldn't stay calm for more than a few minutes, shaking again already, as he did every time he thought about Bella or what she was doing right now wherever that charming Edward Cullen had taken her. He'd made several decisions about exactly what waiting for Bella to change her mind had entailed.
One, he would have to stay here until she came. However long that took. Rain or shine. In sickness and in health. No matter what, he couldn't leave.
Two, he couldn't phase. Not only would that mean the pack wouldn't be able to hear his thoughts, but also it would keep him from having to go anywhere by Sam's wishes. And it was a challenge. He'd be stronger if he could resist phasing, that which would be a comfort from both his emotions and the cold once autumn really set in.
Three, he couldn't contact her. No phone calls. No emails. Bella would have to come on her own, under her own judgment and love. This act would have to mean everything rolled up into one, every message he would have left on her answering machine and every email he would have sent and every love letter. Every word with which he could have used to proclaim his love would be stated in this.
Four, if anyone was to ask why he was there, his answer would be simple- I'm waiting for someone. He had it written on a cardboard sign, 'HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GIRL?', big enough to be seen from the surf, and he'd brought a picture of the two of them, just in case someone wanted to help. He knew he'd need it for Bella to find out.
Jacob was calmer now, in going over the guidelines of his act, in submersing himself in determination rather than fury. He felt stronger at the ability to be calm. Maybe if he could just put his effort into loving Bella rather than hating Cullen, he'd be able to make it through this... Running hadn't worked, he'd discovered that after the engagement, Bella hadn't even tried to follow him. So maybe if he stayed put, she'd come to him, if he just could wait long enough.