Hey guys! I'm getting better, right? Only two months since I updated WOOT! It's my BIRTHHDAY in less than 24 hours, that's right, it's tomorrow!
So I decided to finish writing this chapter and UPDATE for my birthday, because I'll be another year older! This chapter has NO Jacob/Miley action, sooory. :) But PLEASE still take your time to read it its not half bad!
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So after this AWFULLY LONG Author's Note, here is
Chapter 9:
Jacob's POV:
I'm visiting at the weekend. Are you feeling better? I've missed you. Looking forward to see you. Bella xx
I felt myself smiling, something I hadn't done for days now. I hoped she wouldn't bring Cullen. He was always so over-protective. Not that I couldn't take him down in a second, if he challenged me. And Renesmee would come, surely. Bella never left her alone. I found myself looking forward more and more to their visit – I had left Forks so I could forget my past; now it seemed like I wanted nothing but my past back. It seemed like it was less painful. At this, I laughed at myself – what I thought was the love of my life before, was in love with a vampire, my greatest enemy, our town was visited by evil blood sucking vampires regularly and my dad had died – and yet, in this moment, I had called a teenage girl not answering my phone calls, and ignoring me, a bigger problem. I must be going mental. I laughed at myself again, and it sounded a little hysterical. She was a girl. A human.
Even so I felt my fingers move up to my lips; I could still feel her soft lips against mine. I would of never thought that something could change so drastically in a matter of seconds. We went from talking to each other as friends to kissing to ignoring each other. Or more, she was ignoring me. Why? What had I done wrong? I let out a loud hysterical laugh again, as the thought, that I wasn't a good kisser crossed my mind. Like that was important in any way. I now realized why teenagers did stupid things when they were in love – oh god. I had just thought the L-Bomb. I was going insane. Bella. I need you.
"Jacob?"
I turned my head to the direction of the voice and looked up from my bed, I was lying on, still staring at my cell phone and the text message I had become. The door to my bedroom opened and my Uncle Peter stepped in. He looked hesitant, when he came closer and shut the door.
"Dinner's ready."
"Okay. I'll be down."
"Good. Um…is there something on your mind? You seem kind of … distant lately."
"No, no … everything's fine. But thanks for asking."
He sat down on my bedside, and looked like he knew more than he was letting on, knew that something was up, and he opened his mouth a few times to say something, but then closed it again. He smiled at me.
"Okay then. Sara and Zoe haven't seen you for a while. And Luke. They miss you." I felt guilt pass through me as I realized how I'd neglected my family. How selfish I was being.
"I'll be down in a sec. And Uncle Peter? Is it okay if a friend comes around at the weekend?"
He started his way to the door already, while answering.
"Yeah. Sure."
"Thanks."
Just as he was about leave, he seemed to change his mind and turned back to me.
"…if you ever need someone to talk to, Jake, you know where to find me"
He offered with a hint of a smile before closing the door, leaving me alone again.
Miley's POV:
"Hey, Miles. You want some dinner? There's pork. You like pork. You want some pork? I could-"
I slammed the door of the terrace shut, after coming down the stairs, walking straight through the living room, ignoring my dad trying to talk to me, just like the past few days. I sat down on the bench on the terrace and watched the surfers in the sea, in the distance absently. This sucked. Was he really with another girl? That girl was prettier than I was. Definitely. The prettiest girl I'd ever seen.
I practically kicked myself for that – since when was I one for feeling insecure? I was pretty. Half the guys at my school wanted to date me. I was rich. I was pretty. I was popular.
So why did I feel so miserable?
Later that day:
It was almost 10 pm and it was dark outside. I'd eaten my pork alone and wanted to go to bed after that. But the constant thoughts of him were giving me so bad a headache that I couldn't even think about having a good night's sleep. I got out of my bed and went down stairs to get an aspirin. I looked out of the window listening to the waves of the ocean crushing down by the shore. I stood in the kitchen for about 5 minutes, waiting for my headache to get better, then figured that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep anyway anymore. So I put on my flip-flops and a cardigan and stepped outside into the fresh air to clear my head. My pace was slow, as I headed toward the beach. I didn't look up. Kept my head directed on the street. Soon there was sand I could see instead of concrete. I took off my shoes and let the cool sand glide through my toes. I sighed and let my gaze wander, taking in the scent of sea water. I walked around for a while before sitting down. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my head from all thoughts. Think of something else than him. Concentrate on the ocean, Miles, I thought to myself, concentrate on the waves crashing, the seagulls and the –
Footsteps?
I opened my eyes and hectically stood up. I wiped off the sand on my clothes before turning around to see who was there. It was too dark to make out anyone.
"Hello?"
I know I was being paranoid, but I couldn't suppress the panic in my voice. I turned frantically in circles but I still couldn't see anyone.
I sat back down, a bit uncertain.
After 10 minutes of silence I dared close my eyes again and relaxed.
I sang a little tune in my head and smiled.
I'm super-cool, super-hot … living like a rock star … you think I'm super … you think I –
Footsteps again.
I jerked upwards and opened my eyes.
"Who's there?"
I yelled into the darkness.
Suddenly I could see a silhouette in the dark coming towards me –
I shrieked.
Well, I screamed.
A loud, ear-splitting scream.
The kind of scream you scream when you're a little girl and your brother flushed your hamster down the toilet.
Yeah.
A loud one.
I could hear the person shushing me and a hand was thrown over my mouth to quiet me and my scream was being muffled by the hand on my mouth.
I was being pulled into bushes.
I kicked around me and could hear how the person was cussing. In the distance I could make out a noise that sounded a lot like a helicopter. I stopped struggling after I noticed that the person wasn't harming me in any way and we stood in the bushes for about 15 minutes, until I couldn't hear the plane anymore. Slowly, ever-so-slowly the hand was removed from my mouth and I immediately started screaming.
"Sh, shh, shh, shh." The person – a male, I guessed by his deep voice – shushed me again.
"Miley, shh, would you shush? It's me, Jake!"
For a split second I thought it was my Jake, as in Jacob, Jacob Black, (dang it, I thought his name) but then I recognized the voice and then remembered the sounds of a helicopter, putting two and two together…
I slowly turned around – and there it was, the face that was seen on millions of magazines and walls of teenage girls.
"Jake!"
I yelled, happiness overwhelming me.
This was Jake Ryan, standing on the beach with me. That fact made me forget about him for a moment. I wrapped my arms around him.
"Jake, what are you doing here?"
I asked, and the name sounded wrong on my lips. Instantly I saw Jacob's face in front of me. I shook it off and released him from my hug.
"The movie's done filming and I decided to come back here for a few weeks! I've missed you!"
He gushed and I realized I'd missed him too.
Jake and I had a lot of history – I'd known him since middle school. I had started out hating him, but then we'd started going out after he showed me how sweet he was after all. He was a famous actor and heartthrob all over the States, but we knew all of each other's secrets. We broke up and made up a lot of times in the past, but neither of us could ever really get each other off our minds completely. Then 6 months ago, he had to leave and move to New York City to film a movie – I hadn't seen him since.
I took in his appearance in the dark – his hair was cut and his normally tanned face was paler. He had grown too and was now a full head taller than her.
"How come you're on the beach at 10 o'clock at night?"
I asked. I still had a smile on my face.
"I could ask you the same question!"
Even though I laughed and playfully whacked him for not answering me, the answer to his question made my sudden happiness fade away a little.
"Alright."
He chuckled, and we started walking out of the bushes and along the beach.
"I decided to take a stroll along the beach – I've missed it here." He made a hand gesture to his surroundings.
"Then I saw you sitting here – I wasn't sure if it really was you from the distance, so I came closer and, well, the paparazzi found me – like they always do."
"So you decided to kidnap me?"
He just gave me a sheepish grin in reply.
"So how's life been here?"
Oh, I fell in love with a boy who is gorgeous, funny and just all-round perfect who leads me on, kisses me just to let me find out he has a beautiful girlfriend and goes and crushes my heart into a billion pieces. Oh and somewhere in between I was dethroned and enthroned in school.
But besides that – nah, not much's been going on. (Note to self – stop being so melodramatic, Miles)
"Miley?"
Jake pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him.
"Life's been great."
I grinned at him and he smiled back.
"Let's hang out tomorrow"
"Sure!"
Did you like it? Yes? No? Now that Jake's there its gonna make things a TAD more complicated for Miley and Jacob, what with Miley and Jakes dating history...
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