I woke up the next Saturday with a mission. I saw an ad on Craigslist, sketchy as hell, for two motorcycles. I picked them up and paid for them, and then proceeded to make my way to the reservation. When I pulled up, Jacob was very surprised to see me.

"Was our date not enough for you? Did you bring Mike too?", his smile was playful. He pretends to be hurt when I punch him in the arm.

"I brought something better", I rip back the sheet covering the two bikes and Jake stares at me in dismay.

"So you clearly aren't Bella, what have you done with her?", he jokingly inspects my hair and ears. I swat him away.

"Can you fix these bad boys up or not?", he gives me a charming grin.

"You bet your sweet ass I can", he easily lifts the bikes one by one down off of my truck. I can't help but to admire his arms tense as he does this. I struggled to even lift it with another person helping me load them into my truck.

As we sit in his shed, we joke around and listen to music. "I'm telling you, whenever I leave the reservation, white people always want to touch my hair and my skin", I hand him a wrench as he talks.

"It's the same thing for me. They see how dark my skin is and they want to compare it to anything they can as if it's a compliment. Dark chocolate, dark mocha, hershey's kiss", we both burst into laughter.

"Man, I'm sorry. It's easy out here on the res. We come in all shades, but we are all Native. I can only imagine how it is for you being one of only a handful of black kids at your school", the look on his face is genuine and I feel the spark again.

It was warm and intense. It was happiness and growth. "Speaking of hair, how do you take care of your long locks?", I try to diffuse the tension that was growing. I didn't know if I truly wanted to act on it yet.

"Uhh shampoo, conditioner, air dry?", I shake my head at him.

"What do you mean? It's always this naturally soft? I shampoo, condition and leave it in for at least 3 minutes, blow dry, coconut oil for moisture, shea on my curls, the occasional twist out. Being natural can be taxing", he chuckles.

"Well I'm sorry that my hair regime is so simple. If it helps, you always look good no matter what you do to your hair. I think your braids when you first got here were pretty rad", he takes a part off one of the bikes off as he says this, avoiding my eyes.

"Pretty rad huh?", I tease him. He gets closer to me, standing in front of me now. I could feel his breath on my nose. I was happy that it didn't stink. The amount of people at school who always came up to me with the worst smelling breath was traumatizing. But Jake's had a hint of mint.

"Yeah, pretty rad. I don't want to be too forward", he leans in closer to me and I feel myself inhale. I looked down at his lips, they weren't pink, but a soft brown, complimenting his russet, tan skin.

They just looked soft and full, especially his bottom lip. This was it. He was going to kiss the hell out of me finally.

But then I see him lift his finger and boop my nose. "What the hell?", he gets up laughing hysterically.

"Please don't tell me..", I look into a nearby mirror on the wall. He had smeared grease onto my nose.

"You are so dead Jacob!", I rush at him with a piece of cardboard.

We spend the rest of the day building the bikes and having a good time. When I leave, he tells me to tell him when I get home.

Charlie notices the smile on my way when I get home but doesn't say anything. I was going to let him think whatever he wanted to. I had probably the best day in a very long time.

For weeks it was just like this, just the two of us. One day, some of his friends come over. They were the same age, but for some reason, Jake just looked more mature. I barely looked 18, but Jake looked at least 20 at only 17.

He told me about his family traditions and tribe traditions. Him and his family came from a long line of Quileute's, many still being here in La Push.

And for a while, I didn't think of Edward. I mean of course I still did, but the pain wasn't as substantial. First loves sucked ass.

The day comes where we have finished up the bikes. I insist that Jake drives my truck, as he didn't have a car of his own yet. As we pass by the bridge, I see someone get pushed off the cliff.

"Oh fuck, pull over Jake!", I rush out of the truck, standing at the edge of the bridge.

"Did you see that? He pushed him the hell off-", Jacob laughs.

"They are fine, it's like a rite of passage to jump. Embry was stupid enough to be apart of that clique. The one over there is Sam. He's kind of possessive as hell. He keeps staring at me like I'm the next join his little clique", he scoffs before turning around.

I notice that his friend Embry was over there as well. Jake seemed to brush it off as we drove to the clear stretch of road that he'd teach me how to ride the bike on.

Once there, we set up the bikes and I sit on top of the one that is meant for me.

He shows me the brake and the gas. When I press the gas, I'm startled by the Edward hallucination. What the ever living hell.

"Don't do this, get off of the bike", he says.

"Bella you okay? You don't have to do this", Jake looks at me concerned.

"I'm fine, move your feet, I'm gonna go", he moves away just as I lift my feet up and grip the gas handle.

I feel a rush come over me. The breeze against my skin. I must have looked pretty bad ass. Dark melanin was glistening probably. But then Edward popped up again, telling me that I needed to stop. It scared the shit out of me and I start to lose balance on the bike.

The front wheel hits a dip in the dirt road near the bend and I close my eyes waiting for impact. I had managed to fuck this up. God damn it Edward.

I feel a sharp pain in my head as I fall. When I open my eyes, the bike is far from me and Jacob is running over to me. I hold my head, looking down to my hand to see that I was definitely bleeding. Ugh, he better not tell Charlie about this or I'd be in real trouble.

"Bella, your head oh my god", he takes his shirt off, in one swooping motion and presses it again my head.

"I'm not saying this because I'm a little dazed from hitting my head, but you just have several abs", he smiles at me. I can't help but to stare at his chest. Oh god he needs to put a shirt on.

"Yeahh let's get you back to my house. And no, I won't tell Charlie, but we gotta get you cleaned up and fed before I send you concussed back home", he put an arm around my waist, making sure I could walk back to the truck.

Thankfully when I get home, Charlie isn't there and Jacob makes sure I make it to my bed in one piece.

I lay in bed with my ice pack, thinking about the last couple of weeks. I guess it was safe to say that me and Jake were getting more than just close as friends. There was something unspoken there that I wanted to unravel. And I could tell that he wanted to as well.

It was like falling for your best friend. He's my best friend and I couldn't help but feel okay around him. It was like I had walked out of a hot room, and then into a cool breeze.

Which was super fucking mushy. I reach over to my bonnet to put on my head. Next to it though, is a photo of the picture of me. But it had Edward's hand on my side. I had ripped it in half months ago, upset with him for leaving how he did.

The one thing I was sure of, I wasn't completely crazy. But for some reason I saw visions of him whenever I did stupid shit. And why did this vision of him look so good in a suit?

When I think about it, it made sense that I'd see him during those moments. He usually saved me from stupid shit. Just now, he physically couldn't stop me.

And maybe I was stupid enough to keep doing it. God my life was turning into a horror movie. And I was sadly becoming the white girl who investigated the weird sounds. So I was going to see if going to the meadow would make me see Edward, and I had a weird feeling about it.