Me: Yo! So I just took a bio test so as usual I have free time!
~insert cheering here~
Shadow: Wow, you're in a good mood. . .
Me: Of course! It's almost summer! Meaning I can actually sleep and not have random open gyms for basketball/volleyball and I also won't have softball!
Lightning: I thought your basketball coach is making you go to a camp this summer.
Me: Crap! I forgot about that! Oh, well that's just a week! Anywho- on with the story! What will happen now that Bella is out of the way?
Disclaimer: As usual, I do not own twilight.
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Edward sighed. It had been two days since he had seen Jacob. Two days since Bella's death. Already Edward was regretting it. No, he didn't regret that Bella was dead, and he didn't regret that it hadn't been him who caused the life to drain out of her. What he regretted was that it hadn't taken longer. That Bella's own clumsiness had caused him to lose what was now the most important thing in the world to him. Jacob.
Just the name sent shivers down Edward's back. Just the name made Edward long to see him, to run his hands through Jacob's hair, to hear his voice telling him that he loved him. Yes. Edward was willing to admit it now. He was in love with Jacob Black. His problem now was that he lacked the courage to tell him so. Sure, Edward knew Jacob had feelings for him. It was obvious with how much Edward had heard his name cross Jacob's mind. The thought made him smile. But still, some part of Edward, perhaps some remaining remnant of being human, caused him to doubt himself. Edward sighed once again. How was he going to do this?
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Jacob was lying in bed. As he closed his eyes, he saw Edward's face smiling down at him. Jacob smiled and allowed his own private fantasies to take over his mind. He could almost feel Edward's smooth, granite skin against his own. He could almost hear that velvety voice whispering in his ear. He imagined the feel of Edward's lips crushed against his. No. He had to stop this. Edward would never love him.
Jacob had felt hope when Bella had died, but now he wondered how to proceed in his pursuit of Edward. He no longer had the excuse of Bella to meet with him. Jacob could have killed himself for moping. He had promised himself he would forget about Edward more times than he could count, yet he could never stay away. Jacob stared at the wall and wondered what the future would hold for him. Would he ever be with Edward? And if not, would he ever be able to forget about him?
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4 Days Later
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Edward couldn't seem to get Jacob out of his mind. Every time he tried, something would happen to remind him of his Jacob. A love song would play, a dog would be heard barking, he would hear a car engine revving. The littlest things would bring it all back.
Finally, Edward couldn't take it anymore. He wouldn't sit by idly wondering what things would be like if he told Jacob how he felt. He was going to find out. Edward clenched his hands into fists to steal his nerves and prepared to call Jacob. Just before his fingertips brushed the surface of his cell phone, he lost his nerve and faltered. This was so frustrating! Edward was supposed to be a virtually indestructible vampire. Vampires weren't supposed to fear something so simple as calling a friend. Even if that friend was a werewolf along with the love of said vampire's life. Yes. Edward knew Jacob was a werewolf. He knew of Jacob's inner struggles about being with Edward. He knew Jacob had always had to resist the urge to kill. Yet Edward still loved him through it all. As Edward stood there, still as a statue, Alice entered the room and Edward felt himself stiffen with jealousy as he heard Jacob's name on her thoughts.
"Any particular reason why you are thinking of him?" Edward asked, carefully controlling the fury in his voice so Alice wouldn't notice.
"Yes, there is. I was thinking; he isn't like most werewolves, is he?"
Edward forced himself to nod his head stiffly in agreement with her observation. It was true after all. Jacob was one in a million.
"Well, I was wondering; do you think a werewolf could get together with a vampire?" Alice asked with sincere curiosity on her face.
"I don't see why not. Why?" Edward answered. What was she planning? Whatever it was, she was careful to avoid thinking of it.
"Well, I was thinking of asking him out."
"Like a date?" Edward said, barely attempting to keep the venom and contempt out of his voice.
"Yes." Alice answered.
Edward could almost feel the world collapsing around him as he connected the dots. Alice had always looked at Jacob with a strange, unfathomable look on her face. Edward had constantly heard Jacob's name in her mind. Now he knew why, and he didn't like it. With his head held high, he quickly picked up his cell phone and walked out the door, already dialing Jacob's number.
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Alice waited until Edward left the room. As soon as she was sure he was far enough away not to hear her thoughts, she allowed herself a conspiratorial smile. She had been unsure if she could do this, but she had. Almost as soon as she had gotten her first vision of Bella's death, she had seen Edward and Jacob together. She had sensed Edward's intense happiness and love even through the veil of the future.
The problem had been that she knew Edward couldn't get the courage to tell Jacob how he felt himself. He had just needed a push in the right direction and Alice had made sure that she was that push. Maybe now Edward could truly be happy.
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Jacob stared at the phone in his hand as it continued to ring. Edward. That was the name on the caller ID. Edward was calling him, yet somehow Jacob couldn't bring himself to answer the phone. Only as the last ring sounded and the phone displayed that he had one missed call did Jacob see the foolishness of not answering it when he had the chance. He almost hit the redial button, but hesitated at the last moment. Was it really worth it? If he called Edward back would it be only for the cruel, icy pangs of regret and disappointment that had become so common lately?
No. Maybe it wouldn't. Jacob could have shot himself for considering it in the first place. 'Stupid. Come on Jacob, if you keep this up, you'll never be able to get over him.' Yet despite his own resolute thoughts, Jacob couldn't hide from himself the small sliver of hope that still burned deep inside of him. The hope that refused to die. The one thing that kept him forever tied to Edward.
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Edward silently cursed as his call remained unanswered. Why couldn't the wolf answer his phone? Edward redoubled his speed, not wanting to slow himself down by using a car. At the moment, he didn't care what people would think of the sight of a lone man sprinting with inhuman speed toward the reservation. All he cared about was getting to Jacob before Alice could. Well if the wolf wouldn't answer his call; then this would just have to be done the hard way. At an earlier time Edward would have shot himself for thinking of an idea with as much at stake as there was now, but he was a changed man. He had found the one thing more important to him than anything else. Anything was worth a prize like that.
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Jacob jumped at a sudden incessant banging, wondering if he was about to be attacked. Then he realized it was just the pounding of someone's fist against his door. Jacob sighed, anticipating the identity of the person. He supposed it would be Quil again wondering why he had abandoned him for Sam Uley and his gang. Not for the first time, Jacob regretted his werewolf ability and wished that he could once again be free to hang out with whoever he wanted. Sadly, that was never to be.
As Jacob opened the door, he gasped in shock. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw there. Edward was leaning against the door frame with a look of such intensity, Jacob wondered if he had a hole burned in his forehead or something. Jacob stood frozen in shock, trying with all his will power to force his tongue to obey him and form the questions he wanted so much to ask. How had Edward gotten here? Why had he crossed the boundary line? Could this have something to do with his call? Questions, counter questions, and accusations whirled their way through Jacob's mind until finally he managed to stammer,"H-how did you g-get h-here?"
As surprised as he had been at seeing Edward in front of his door, nothing about this visit surprised or shocked him as much as what happened next. Instead of answering Jacob's barely coherent question, Edward leaned forward, emotions spinning wildly in his eyes, and he gently kissed the boy he loved. Jacob stiffened from the contact, incapacitated by the improbability of such an event as well as the pure blissfulness that overwhelmed every other rational sensation. Jacob wound his arms around Edward's head, pulling him closer as Edward would his arms around Jacob and for a while, they just enjoyed their moment. When they broke apart, their eyes met, and unspoken sentiments passed between them as of their own accord. Just as Jacob opened his mouth to say something, another, different voice intruded on his happiness.
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?"
Edward and Jacob quickly released each other and spun toward the source of the voice. Billy. Jacob took one look at his father's livid face and knew he was in serious trouble. 'I'm screwed.'
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Me: So there you go! They're finally together, but what will Billy do about it? And what about the other wolves? And is Bella really gone for good? So many questions, so little time.
Shadow: It took more than a little time for you to update. . .
Me: Well I'm sorry I had to send my computer away for six weeks to get the fan fixed. I'm kinda tired of it breaking every three weeks by now. . .
Shadow: Whatever. . .
Me: Anywho- review!
Shadow: All flames will be given to me to roast marshmallows!