A/n: I just have to say sorry. I am so. so. so. so. sorry. I know its overdue.

Motorcycles

Jacob took my hand and led me outside, "Time to meet the pack."

I groaned. "Do they usually set up social lunches with vampires?" I asked innocently.

"Only with you." Jacob replied, squeezing my hand. I smiled. "And what will be our mode of transportation?" Jacob grinned, we were now at his garage. He kicked open the door and flicked on the lights, puling me in after him.

"How do you like motorcycles?" I gasped. Two motorcycles sat at the other end of the garage. They were obviously hand-me-downs that had been patched up, but they were awesome none the less.

"Jake, did you make these?"

"Yeah" he said proudly, puffing out his chest a little. I walked over to the pair and sat down on the red one. It looked fast.

I liked that.

I grinned, then stopped as I saw myself in the mirror. I was lovely. (Ok, I wont go into detail, we all know she's gorgeous.) Simply put, I was prettier then I could ever have imagined myself to be. Really. I looked delicate- not as delicate as…Alice….but still a classy kind of fragile. And so pretty. As if someone had turned up the contrast on my skin, making my hair darker, lips redder, everything so much more intense.

Vampiric.

Jacob came to see what I was staring at. He smiled then wrapped his arms around me from behind. "You are pretty cute." He said nonchalantly, shrugging. I laughed then carefully untangled him from me. "well…if that's all…"

I could see the laughter in his eyes. "Well sure, you've got that standard vampire beauty. Immortal class with new-age looks. Its OK." I raised my eyebrows.

"You, Jacob Black, are teasingly mean!" I play-pouted.

"You're the one, Isabella Swan, who is stuck to the mirror."

"Oh right," I rolled my eyes. "I just wake up, perfectly pretty, never seeing myself before, and you expect me not to oogle myself? You need a class on the natures of girls."

He smirked, trying not to smile. "I am very well aware of the 'natures of girls' thank you." He said suggestively. I bust out laughing, filling the garage with the sound of tiny bells. "You're ahead of yourself." "No" was all he could come up with.

"So, are you going to teach me how to ride these things?" I asked him. "Yes." He replied, still pouting.

It only took me five minutes to get it, I was a fast learner. "So where is your clutch?" He asked me. I pointed to it. "And your break? Not like you're going to use it…" he grumbled the last part, but I picked it up clear as day anyways.

"Jake, do you want me to run into a tree?"

"No, but it wont hurt you if you do."

"Well, you neither…right?" I asked fretfully. He smiled and wrapped his arms around me from the back of the motorcycle where he was sitting. "Bella. Bella, Bella…don't worry about me." He breathed into my ear. I paused for a moment. Was Jacob dazzling me?

I twisted around and touched my forehead against his hot one, looking into his endless brown eyes. "Jacob." I breathed right back, splaying his face with my sweet breath. "I can worry as much as I want."

He nodded, his eyes slightly glazed.

Bella 2. Jake 1.

"Come on. Lets go meet the pack." I said, twisting back around. He got off my bike and onto the black one. I started the engine and revved it a couple times before turning to Jake and grinning. "Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?" I asked before speeding out of the garage, a startled Jake slowly gaining speed behind me.

On the short ride there I contemplated many things, but mostly, 'What about Charlie?'. I had hardly given him a thought since being changed. Where did he think I was? Was he handling himself alright? I hope-

My thoughts were interrupted by Jake, who was finally pulling up beside me, a grin plastered on his face and his hair whipping behind him. Neither of us were wearing helmets.

I sped up a little, coaxing him to race me, which was hard as we were already going to max out the bikes. Werewolves must like speed too.

He laughed and sped closer, coming to near that we could have touched. I looked over at him in awe. All he wore today was a plain white T-shirt and jeans, strangely he was barefoot. He looked over at me and smiled and- I swear- the world got brighter when he did that.

I sighed contentedly. It was nice to just ride with Jacob, not worrying about problems like…Edwar-

The pain inside took me by surprise, like a rip that had literally exploded inside of me. I gasped and swerved onto the side of the road. I had forgotten how intense this hole was. How it could, in fact, tear me down and reduce me to sorrow.

Immortal or not, I was doomed.

AN: Ok, so I hope you love it. I tried. :D The next one WILL be up within the week because, believe it or not, I don't like threats. (Which I seem to get a TON of.)

Sorry its so short.

-X