OK- let me just state that I in no way want to ruin the Twilight Saga! & I LOVE Edward Cullen also, trust me! But I feel for Jacob because I've been there! Also, the whole Reneesme thing is a little creepy to me. LOL! So for all you Team Jaker's out there that DO NOT like how the series ends, this may satisfy your craving for a little something different. The story picks up in 'New Moon' immediately after Jacob brings Bella home after the cliff dive. There is NO Alice waiting in Bella's house. She never had the vision because in my version, Jacob was just a hair closer to Bella when she jumped off the cliff so Alice never saw it. Edward never comes back, and the series takes a whole new direction.. Read on and please review if you like it, I am still writing! Thanks a million in advance! :D

CHAPTER 1

I could still smell the saltwater. Taste it even. My clothes had begun to feel gritty and stiff. After saying hello to Charlie, who was super tuned into his baseball game, I hiked up the creaky stairs and headed to our small bathroom. I couldn't help contemplating my long day of events. I owed Jacob Black my life in more ways than one and he hadn't even been thanked properly. But right now what I mostly felt was the urgent need of a long, hot bath. With Jacob's warmth gone, my body temperature just couldn't adjust on its own.

I knew he was miles away by now. He was much faster on foot than I'd ever be in my old, beat up pickup truck. I stared into the bathroom mirror and suddenly something else that had been festering within me became more defined. I inexplicably felt lonely. It wasn't a gut-wrenching lonely, this just felt WRONG. I felt incomplete. A face appeared in my head for the millionth time that day but in a different light. I slowly turned the bathtub faucet on. Something overwhelming was definitely brewing in the pit of my stomach. Something familiar, yet new.

As I submerged myself into what was probably the hottest water I could bear to stand, reality was beginning to hit me. My mind was in a completely different place as my body struggled to regain its normal temperature. But I already felt warm inside. Why did I try to fight this so hard before? A sense of regret began creeping up my spine. I had Charlie to thank for the hereditary stubbornness. But I shook it off because it all made sense now.

I was in love with Jacob Black. I belonged with him, never with anyone else. Stupid distractions were all that ever was. I had to call him. I had to tell him how I felt and I just needed him near me, for reasons other than his 108.9 degrees.

So I hopped out of the bathtub, wrapped a towel around myself and ran to the phone. My fingertips weren't even wrinkled, but I was soaking wet and feeling much better. Knowing his number by heart, I quickly punched it into my personal landline. It rang twice and I instantly recognized Billy's gruff voice. "Hello?" I took a deep and shaky breath. "Hi, Billy, it's Bella.. Is Jacob around?" He sounded happy to hear from me. "Sure, hang on just a sec, Bella.. JACOB! TELEPHONE!", Billy shouted. I heard some scuffling and then a worried sounding voice say, "Bella, are you okay? Dammit, I knew I should have stayed with you to make sure you were really alright!"

I had to pause because I was completely helpless against the huge smile that had instantly spread across my face. Just hearing his voice made me weak in the knees. But I collected myself and responded, "No, Jake. I'm fine, everything's fine. I just.. Well, I know you just left, but.. would you mind very much coming back after all? There's something that needs to be said and it really can't wait." He paused. "Sure sure, I can come over but are you sure everything is okay? You're kind of freaking me out here, Bells." I laughed and said, "You're just going to have to trust me. Now can you please get over here!" He sounded amused now. "Sure thing, Bells. On my way!" We hung up and I stared at the phone in my hand for a split-second before I remembered that he would be here in a flash. I threw some clothes on and by the time I finished running the brush through my knotted hair, I heard a tap at the window. This was it. This was going to make or break me. I took a deep breath and reached for the window pane.