A/N: Alright, someone explain this to me… Chapter 8 took a week to get the ten reviews I needed. Yet the last chapter didn't even take a day? Hmm… Interesting. Well, thank you for the reviews! They brightened up my day. But I still haven't made a decision about what my next story is going to be.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or any of it's characters. That all belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

"How's your arm doing, Bella?" Billy asked me during dinner.

"Oh, it's better now. Carlisle said I should be able to get the cast off in a couple weeks. As for my leg, it's doing better. It still hurts a little bit sometimes though," I told him and saw Jake wince out of the corner of my eye.

We were sitting around their kitchen table, eating lasagna. We had been here for about an hour, but the food just got done cooking. Their table was a rectangle with Billy and Charlie on one side, and me and Jake on the other.

"Bella, I'm really sorry about it," Jake said, sounding very serious.

"Don't worry about it. You couldn't help it, I was upset too," I said, trying to get him to stop feeling bad for it.

I knew it wouldn't work though, I had seen how Sam looked at Emily's scarred face. That happened a long time ago, and he still hadn't forgiven himself. Carlisle had told me that I would probably have scars too. I didn't mind, but Jake sure did.

"But you didn't explode into a giant dog."

"I couldn't explode into one! I'm not a werewolf, Jake. Lighten up, your killing the mood." I laughed.

Jake rolled his eyes, and got back to stuffing his face.

Him and Billy ate about three times more then me and Charlie, in the same amount of time. Ah.. The werewolf gene. When Jake and I lived together, it was going to be a pain keeping his full. Especially if we had kids that turned into werewolves.

Wait, where did this come from? Living together? Kids? I was getting way ahead of myself. I mean, I assumed that we would get married and have kids one day. But not for a while at least. We hadn't even graduated high school yet!

I must be tired. I had never thought about that before, but now that I was… it made me nervous. What if Jake asked me to marry him before I was ready? What would I say? I hoped that I would say yes, but I wasn't ready to get married yet! I was only 18, and Jake had only recently turned 17.

What would Renee say if I got married? She was completely against that. She would love Jake when she met him, who didn't? But that didn't mean she would be okay with it if I got married to him!

"Baby, are you okay?" Jake asked me.

His voice took me out of my trance.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just daydreaming, I guess." I told him, trying to remember what we had been talking about before I started thinking about, shudder, marriage.

"Looked like you were thinking pretty hard about something…" Jake stated.

"You could say that…" I trailed off.

I didn't need to worry about it. Jake wouldn't make me do anything I didn't want to. He loved me.

Jake put his hand on my upper thigh. I tried to hold in a shiver, but Jake noticed. He smiled at me, and moved his hand further up.

I glared at him. We were eating dinner with our dads! Did he really need to do this?

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Want to go down to the beach, Bells?" He asked me, giving me puppy dog eyes.

He perfected that look. No one who got it could possibly say no.

"Fine." I groaned. I was happy to get away from our dads and alone Jacob, but I really didn't feel like walking on my leg.

I took his hand, and we walked out to First Beach.

Our arms swinging back and forth, I went to stand at the edge of the water.

"I really do love you, Bella," Jacob said breaking the comfortable silence. I didn't know why he said it. I knew he loved me, even if it was slightly forced love.

"I really love you too, Jacob. I don't know what I would do without you. I would've fallen apart by now." I told him, looking into his eyes.

"I know you do, Bella." He said, his ego always getting the best of him. "I just wanted to remind you. I don't just love you because of the imprint. I loved you way before that, since the first time I ever saw you. I don't want you to think that I'm forced to love you."

It was like he could read my thoughts. I looked down at the sand, ashamed that I had thought he had to love me. I was blushing red.

"Bella," he said lifting my chin so that I was looking at him again. "Don't look down, your blush is beautiful."

I smiled, and turned redder.

"I love you too, Jake. You're my best friend, and I'm thankful that you can be more. That you'll still take me, after figuring out what a mess I am."

"You're not a mess, Bells. Okay, you're a little clumsy, but nobody's perfect, right?"

Not to mention that I did reckless things for months to hear the voice of the guy that I once thought I loved. But I hoped that I would never have to tell Jacob about that part of my life. It was the past, and I was ready to get over it.

"I think I'm more then a little clumsy." I laughed lightly.

After being quiet for a minute, Jake looked down.

"Oh, Bella, I'm sorry. I completely forgot about your leg. It probably hurts. Do you want to sit down?"

"Sure," I said, trying to downplay how much it hurt.

Jake placed his hand on my leg, trying to make it feel better with the heat.

I rested my head on his chest. "Thanks, Jake. You really do mean the world to me," I admitted pathetically.

He started running his hands through my hair, playing it. I thought I heard a peaceful rumbling in his chest, but I figured it was just my imagination.

"You too, Bella. You too."

It was peaceful and quiet. It wasn't an awkward silence, never did I have one with Jacob. The silences were always comfortable around us. We didn't need to talk around each other, we were perfectly happy like this.

I was almost asleep, when he put his finger underneath my chin to turn my head toward him.

After what seemed like ten minutes, our lips touched. It started out slow, just a normal sweet kiss. Then his tongue was begging for entry. I happily granted him it, and our tongues soon met. We didn't need to fight for dominance, since he won easily.

We didn't break apart until we both had to breathe. I started breathing heavily, and was embarrassed until I noticed he was too. I smiled up at him.

"Thanks, Jake. I needed to get my mind of things. That was perfect."

He smiled sweetly at me.

"We should probably go before our dad's come out here looking for us. We've been out here for over an hour." Jake told me, and helped me up.

"Really?" It seemed barely twenty minutes.

We started walking back toward the house.

A/N: ANOTHER SEMI IMPORTANT NOTE. PREVIEW OF WHAT THE NEXT CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE. I really didn't like this chapter. It was sort of a filler. Everything's coming out during the next chapter. Edward talking to Bella. Jake talking to Bella about Edward. And Bella talking to Jacob AND Edward TOGETHER about her life and choices. Ooh, sound good? I really don't know what my next story is going to be. Have any ideas? Maybe I'll make a poll… (: Anyway REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! Ten reviews till I update. Thanks for reading. This story is about to come to an end. ):