Fix the world for you

Summary: What if Edward had waited a few months to come back to Forks? What if...Bella had never jumped the cliff alone? This story starts exactly at the point Edward leaves, everything before and some of the backgrounds here is of course still Mayer's story.

Pairing: Jake/Bella

Beta-reading: Before I forgot to mention that I owe my friend Kris for making this English, thanks honeytoast 3

Chapter 2

Pov: Bella

When Jacob left, I stood up and watched him get on his bike and leave from the window. Clenching the half eaten apple in my hand. It had lost it's freshness and turned brown while I was...listening to him. That day I didn't know that we would come back again the next day, this time with palm full of wood fruits. I sat in the armchair and he again made himself comfortable on the floor next to it. And as the night before, I kept thinking the whole night why he even bothered to come, the second he opened his mouth talking about so many things and yet nothing at the same time. I suddenly realized that the tight chains around my chest were slightly looser. He never checked to see if I ate the fruits, he never asked why I didn't go to school, he never had the expression of guest on the funeral when looking at me. He was smiling. Somewhere in the middle of his talk my chest started to pound very wildly.

„Jacob..." I said. He looked at me, I must have look really terrified.

„Bella?" he raised his eyebrow and flashed his oh so warm smile on me.

I slowly got down of the armchair, and fell on my knees throwing myself on him. My arms around his broad shoulders and my face buried in his neck and I broke into wild sobs. It was the first time and last time. I hadn't cried since …

I felt his arms around my shaking body and how he slowly knelt too so he could hug me properly. And again, he didn't ask why I cried, he didn't try to make me stop. He just...held me.

If you wonder what made me to do that... I suddenly realized one thing. Jacob is my alternate universe. He wasn't like Jessica, talking about the grace of Edward every time she spotted him. He wasn't like Mike, trying to talk about how Edwards is weird every time he gets a chance. He wasn't Charlie, who used to spend nights watching soccer with Edward in our house. He wasn't René who called almost daily asking about how things with Edward go.

Jacob is from a world where Edward Cullen did not exist.

He was from the world, that was about hobbies, woods, high school and stupid teenage games with friends. It took only two days and I found myself cooking dinner downstairs for Charlie and...Jacob. He said he'd come after I said I consider myself a decent cook. But for the past few days he only called. I bet he had homework to do and Billy nagged him when he spent all afternoon at my house. And I realized I was waiting for him to come...feeling a slight panic when he wasn't coming...

Charlie opened the door and he...tried not to look surprised. After a first frozen moment in the doors he came and kissed my head asking.

„What's on todays menu?" his head still stroking my freshly washed and dried hair.

I didn't look up but I answered.

„Trout." Charlie sniffed the smell over my shoulder and I giggled and shook him off. I couldn't see his face but I could swear I heard his heart start to beat on the normal frequencey again. He cleared his throat.

„The one Jake brought?"

„Sure Dad, like I'd really go fishing." I pointed out. Calling him dad again.

„Yeah, just like you haven't gone to school either."

Then he went to open the door, as the guest came. It was not only Jacob but also Billy. I looked at them and then at the poor middle-sized fish on the stove. I went to search for the more, as he brought three. Billy and Charlie greeted happily and they as always ended up by the TV sport channel in the near living room. Jacob came to me.

„Hey Bella. I thought maybe if I brought Billy that Charlie wouldn't be so disappointed that he.. Doesn't have you for himself."

„What?" I shook my head in confusion.

„Well, he must be head over heels seeing you at the stove again." he pointed out.

„Oh..."It finally hit me, what Jacob thought. That maybe Charlie would like to spend the first evening I start to behave as a human again alone with me. Well, I was glad it didn't happen that way. This was much more... easier.

„Good idea." I nodded and as I was trying to get out the spine of the fish I cut myself. I … by the reflex immediately licked the blood and apologized with groan. Jacob washed his hands and took over the fish-cleaning.

„Did you seriously just apologize for bleeding?" he asked, clearly finding it highly amusing. If he knew...

I forced a smile.

„I guess I did."

It was just a small cut and it stopped bleeding in few seconds. But as Jacob was cooked I watched him ,and couldn't believe how he much he had grown. I swear he must grew two heads taller than the last time I talked to him at the prom. His hands were reminding me of paws, thick fingers, strong forearms. I must have giggled a little at the thought cause he turned and looked at me and with raised eyebrows and asked.

„What's so funny?" the smile never leaving his face. I cleared my throat...

„Well, you are kind of huge. And I just...thought your hands look like bear paws." I tried to say it with a serious face. He made a sound and laughed with me. We put the fish in the stove together and I took over.

The dinner was very peaceful. I think I made it even merry when I told Jake that I will drop by in La Push after school, that we could do some homework together. Dad looked at me for a second and a his face lit up. Jacob first watched dad and then looked at me.

„Sure, I bet I could teach you some math." I smiled weakly at dad, feeling really bad for not realizing what hell I must´ve put him through for past two weeks. Then I looked at Jacob and my eyes almost popped out.

„I beg your pardon? Who is older, who is SENIOR to who here?" I pretended to be offended. Billy laughed.

„Bells, he is really talented on natural sciences, you know?" I rolled my eyes and answered:

„Shoot, yeah. How much of this talent you let him spend on chemicals for baby-skin, silky curtain-like hair and steroids?" I joked and everyone laughed.

„I could give you some tips, look at you, Bella." Jacob shot back. I rolled my eyes. He was right. I was skinny, pale as the hospital walls and my hair almost died from shock when I used a rinse this morning.

„Ok, you've won this one." I ended the conversation and tried not to laugh anymore but with others still giggling around it became bit harder.

And the day after I went to school. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. I thought I was … better. But sitting alone in almost every class, an empty space next to me still reminding me of the painful absence of it´s owner, it didn't make any better. I wasn't really present in the classes either. At least not mentally. What was even worse... Was that everyone was staring. The only girl that ever got under Edward Cullen's skin was sitting alone, looking like a ghost...the only girl that got dumped by Edward Cullen turned to a miserable … nah, whatever. Call me masochist, I sat alone at the table that was Cullens´ when they still were there, of course captive all the eyes that felt bad for staring at me up till now. I didn't care... I didn't care about anything.

After the biology class I just sat in my truck, bringing it on the road and trying to see thru the curtain of tears. When I got home I just turned on the TV and curled into a ball on our couch.

I don't really know what was on the TV and I don't how long I was slept, but I know that when Charlie's tender hand on my cheek woke me up, outside it was already dark. I saw the worry in his eyes after he checked my -most probably- bloodshot eyes.

„You shouldn't be curled up here, go to your bed Bells." he smiled tenderly. But I had already decided to be strong for my dad. I smiled and sat up trying to get my hair to lay down.

„Oh...I am fine."

Charlie went to the kitchen and called out to me.

„So how was school? Did you meet with your friends? Did the teachers give you to much crap for missing two weeks?"

I picked up my bag and answered when crossing around the kitchen corner.

„Of course I met them dad. They are...still the same." I forced out the smile. Just that they don't want to talk to me anymore.

„And I got some assignments to do for the missed subjects, but they all were kind of … supportive." I lied. „Oh, our jilted heroine, welcome back to Verona, lovely Juliet." I heard the english teacher joking on my account.

Dad watched my face suspiciously, so I just gave him a smile again and turned to the stairs that lead up to our bedrooms. When I was about to step the first step up I heard him again.

„And how was La Push? Did you guys have fun?"

Crap!

Author note: Thanks for reviews! It helps me a lot to be into writing this :) And sorry to those who loved Jacob view so much, next one is Jake´s again and his pov will most probably dominate this fic. But for sake of their own relationship (- and for the sake of describing Jacobs naked or not awesomeness) I will sometimes write a chapter from Bella´s view.