(Jacob)

I was staring at bella and watching her make a whole lot of food for so little people and I finally had time to think about the crazy day that passed.

She was going to jump, I saw it and in her eyes. She was actually going to do it. And who knows what would have happened if she had. I didn't even want to think about it. It was a horrible thought not having Bella in my life. and every time I thought about it, it got my blood boiling and my thoughts always wander to that bloodsu—Edward. If he came back then I didn't know what would happen between me and Bella. And that was sad.

And then she stared at me with that funny look in her eyes. That look of indecision, the look that said so many things yet none at all. I had always convinced myself that I would never be the one to get that stare from her. And it exited me ion ways no one—not even Bella—would ever know.

Then there was the kiss. It wasn't A kiss, it was THE KISS. The Kiss of a lifetime at that. The most amazing thing to ever happen to me. it was like being woken up. It was like being saved nothing could compare to that kiss. Nothing. Not becoming a wolf. Or realizing that I was in love with Bella. nothing

And now as I watched her hug her father, I wondered why the bloodsucker had left her, not for the first time. How could anyone leave her? She was loving, unique, kind yet kind of sassy. She was smart yet she still has some of those blond moments. She was everything any guy could want. Plus, as the kitchen table as my witness, she could cook. The most perfect girl in all the land.

And speaking of food I was starved. I hadn't eaten since early that morning. And I didn't have time to get a snack when I was going to save Bella. And with the kiss and everything else my stomach was saying it wanted to punch me in the face for not giving it, its daily fill.

Every time I looked up from eating –not often might I add—I either saw Charlie staring at me in awe of how much I was eating of the gigantic meal, Charlie staring between me and Bella or—and this is my personal favorite—Bella and Charlie sharing a look and Charlie giving her a slow silly smile. I thought I might choke on my food from almost laughing at Bella's dismayed look.

When food was done Charlie went into the living room to watch the Red Sox—would have watched if Bella had wanted to watch—while me and Bella cleaned up the plates and silver ware and the very little remains of the meal I had almost single handedly eaten myself—and was still hungry—while cleaning dishes me and Bella talked just mere bibble babble, about this and that nothing important. At least Nothing compared to the sensation of Bella's skin every time it touched mine

When we were done it almost seemed that we were trying to carry on the moments just so we could stay together. But when 10:45 came around Charlie said it was time for Bell to get to sleep. Translation: you need to go Jacob. I loved the way Bella's eyes saddened. Not because it gave me pleasure to see her sad no, definitely not, but just that my leaving had that effect on her and that she really did care.

She walked my car, and we both just stared at each other saddened that I had to go. She looked like she was going to say something then thought better of it. and then I formed a question in my head.

"Tomorrow is Harry's funeral, Are you planning on going?" what a stupid, stupid question. If she answered yes I should be sad because it was a funeral. If she answered no I should be sad because that means she didn't care about harrys death. but deep down I was hoping that she would say yes just so I could see her.

"I think so" was her small reply and at that I almost jumped for joy. But thank all the heavens I stopped myself. I was overjoyed. Then the awkward silence came on again. And then I just couldn't help myself I practically jammed her into my car kissing her.

This kiss was filled with love and awkwardness from the moments before but soon became a little slower and a little more passionate. I felt her smile into the kiss and I realized I was smiling myself. I just couldn't help myself kissing her was like kissing no one else. It sent shocks going through me in no way it ever had with any of the other girls in my life I had ever dated. Which were not many. And then that got me thinking to how many guys had Bella kissed like this? Was this a normal response? I left those questions for another day. Today it didn't matter I was kissing Bella the way I had always imagined. And I loved it. I loved her. And it didn't matter if she didn't love me yet, I could give her time to love me completely without thinking of Edward.

" mmm that was nice. You know you're an amazing kisser right?" she asked and I could honestly see the curiosity in her.

" well I guess now I do" I teased rubbing her cheek gently. She was so beautiful in the moonlight. Her creamy skin practically shined.

"well I better get inside or else Charlie is going to wonder what going on, you know?" with that she sighed and looked reluctantly at me

" ya I guess" I kissed her one more time on the head softly "good night" and with that we parted me getting into my car and watching her walk inside. Then I put my car in drive and drove from Bella's house. Thinking this was the best day I had ever had.

So Far.