Disclaimer: The Twilight series and all recognisable characters belong to Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing except the plot!
A/N: Bella has arrived in Forks, and there are no vampires around. They left before she arrives. Some of the wolves have still phased though. The timeline will be a bit wonky, but bear with me! 3
Chapter 1- Back Home
As soon as the plane landed I was shivering. Obviously the summers visiting Charlie hadn't prepared me, and the long absence from this climate had taken it's toll. I wrapped my parka more tightly around me, as I waited, shivering, for Charlie to pick me up. I immediately noted my pallor when wrapped in this monochromatic atmosphere. It was a surprise when a black Rabbit pulled up outside the airport, and the window rolled down. "Hey," came a soft and husky voice. "Isabella, right?" I stared into those brown eyes, set in the wide, high-cheek boned face, framed by shaggy hair, and froze . Being the anti-social klutz I am, I started to turn beet-red, and while walking forward to shake his hand, tripped over the air. I steadied myself and sighed. I looked back at him, to see a smirk on his face, and a glint in his eye, as he watched my embarrassment. "It's Bella," I mumbled.
"What?" A truly confused look entered his eyes.
"I prefer to be called Bella, not Isabella. That's just what Charl- I mean, dad, calls me behind my back..." I shuffled awkwardly, before hearing a startled laugh.
"Jacob Black, at your service, though I doubt you remember me. I prefer to be called Jake." He smiled at the mention of his nickname, but there was a tightness in his eyes. I racked my brain. Jacob Black... Jacob Bla- Then it came to me. Fuzzy memories of a little boy splashing in the river, soaking me, much to my indignation, while Charlie and his dad... Billy!... fished some ways off. Even further away sat his two big sisters.
"Jake... and Rach and Becks!" I squealed, my memory finally proving to be useful. He winced a little at his sisters' names, but laughed along with me when I realised we once used to be best friends. When I acknowledged that fact, I started to feel a little more comfortable. He must have seen that in my face, as he said:
"Nice to see you again Bells; lemme get out and grab those bags for ya." Only as he exited his car did I realise how mahoosive he was. Like, come on, he had to be only 22, a year younger than me. I am a healthy 5'4", but I estimated that Jacob must at least be 6'4". What had he been fed? Experimental growth hormones? The size of his muscles were scandalous too. His body and arms were straining against what must have been an XXXL shirt. I openly stared at him, and saw his trademark smirk settle upon his face, while he hauled my cases from my side, and into the trunk of the Rabbit. I shook my head, trying to free my body from this moment of shock. I walked round to the other side of the car, and got into the passenger side. Jake got into the car a few seconds after me, and that's when I felt it. The heat waves rolling off of him. I ripped off my parka and hoodie, while I glared at him. He started the engine and pulled away from the airport, pretending not to notice my glare.