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**Author's Note** OKAYYY !! I hope you like this chapter !! And, due to popular demand (one person who reviewed, hahaha I'm so popular ;) LOL) I've finally decided to write a Jacob POV, which fits perfectly into my story... so next chapter, I promise! :D
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A few wonderful weeks passed while I was with Jacob, our father's had decided to leave us alone (for the most part) and we were on school holidays. Which meant I could spend more time with Jacob rather than at school, being constantly hounded by Mike and then feeling guilty at his eventual disappointment when I would tell him everything between me and Jacob was fine, and we weren't breaking up any time in the near future. Everything was fine with me and Jacob.
I never really noticed before, but being with Jacob made me feel so alive. Everything seemed brighter. There was no holding back with Jacob, I could kiss him and not be pushed away, I could hold him and not feel cold, I could have him touch me, kiss me, love me without the constant wondering if he would crush me. Jacob was gentle with me, treated me like I was a porcelain doll right out of the box.

Today I went down to his place and sat around in his garage while he tinkered with his bike. He hadn't let me back on mine yet, but, I suppose I didn't really need to ride it anymore. I didn't long to hear Edward's voice in my head. I didn't want to hear Edward's voice in my head. I was happy now. Nothing would ruin that.
"So, maybe we could head down to Port Angeles sometime, catch a movie?" Jacob asked, sitting up and wiping the grease from his face with a rag. I shrugged.
"Sounds good, is there anything new playing?" I asked. He shrugged, too.
"How should I know?" he replied, and smiled. He let out a long yawn. "Man, I'm tired."
"You shouldn't have stayed up all last night talking to me on the phone, then," I laughed. I felt myself yawn then, I was pretty tired myself.
"Well, if Charlie let you stay over, we wouldn't have to talk on the phone," he grinned. I felt myself blush. Lately Jacob had been pressing the matter of staying over. Not to do anything like that, he just liked the idea of actually sleeping together and waking up beside each other. To be honest, I wasn't really sure how I felt about it. Charlie had said no instantly, thank God for fathers sometimes.
"Oh well," I responded, looking away. Jacob got up then, pulled me up from the seat and hugged me.
"Oooh Bella, you're so cute," he laughed as I squirmed to try and get his dirty arms away from me.
"Jacob! You're all gross!" I complained when he wouldn't let me go. I hated it when he spoke to me like that, too.
"Come on honey, you love me," he grinned, kissing my cheek instead as I moved my face away.
"Yeah, yeah, I do," I laughed, finally giving in. He stopped, looking at me seriously. Oh, what had I just said? I thought for a moment, wondering how to word it. But really, it was as simple as:

"I love you," I said quietly, looking up into his eyes. I couldn't tell from his expression if he was happy or angry, or sad, he just looked at me for a moment.
"Really?" he breathed, my hands on his chest could feel his heartbeat jump. He waited.
"Yes, yes, I love you Jacob Black," I whispered, burying my head in his chest and reaching my arms around him, across his back. I felt his grip tighten around me. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes again. I never imagined I would say those words to anybody ever again, let alone mean them. But here I was, telling my best friend in the whole world that I loved him, and I really meant it. He didn't let me go for a long time, but when he did, he attempted to wipe away my tears with his clumsy fingertips, smiling serenely at me.
"I love you, Bella. I love you so much," he held me again, whispering in my ear. I wondered if it was possible, but did Jacob love me more than Edward? Did I love Jacob more than I loved Edward? I didn't really know the answers to those questions, but I decided I didn't care. From that moment on, Edward was nothing more than a memory, and I would never hurt Jacob with my past feelings for Edward again.

When it was time to go, Jacob walked me out to the truck. Just like the first day we'd kissed, he pushed my up against the truck and kissed me hotly, but unlike the first time, I instantly wrapped my arms up around his neck to pull him in closer. I just loved it when Jacob kissed me. The way he kissed was so wild and free, he never held back, he kissed me like he was kissing me for the first time - or the last time. It almost had a sense of urgency to it.
I couldn't blame Jacob for still feeling a little uneasy. It had only been a few weeks since I'd agreed to give him a chance, and I had only just told him that I was in love with him. He couldn't guarantee that at any time I could break and turn back into the old Bella, forgetting Jacob and being all heartbroken over Edward. I wasn't sure how to comfort him just yet, but I'm sure he'll realise sooner or later that he's the only person for me.
I climbed up into the truck, and tried to start the engine.
Nothing. I tried again, and still nothing. At least I was breaking down at a mechanic's house, instead of in the middle of nowhere. Jacob noticed the trouble I was having, pulled up inside the cab and I slid aside for him. He tried starting the engine, but he had no luck.
"If you want, I'll work on it tonight, try to get it running for you? I can give you a lift home?" he asked. He had been dying to give me a lift home for the last week, offering to pick me up and take me home. Though I knew that this was a ploy, and he was really trying to wriggle his way into getting an invite indoors, and then somehow managing to talk Charlie into letting him stay over. Jacob was just sneaky.
"Fine," I surrendered, noticing I didn't exactly have many other options. Aside from staying at Jacob's place.

We pulled up outside, Charlie was already home. Jacob leaned over and kissed me goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Bells," he said, pushing my hair from my face to behind my ears. He smiled at me.
"Bye Jake," I replied, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "I love you," I added in a whisper, lingering by his ear.
"I love you too, honey," he whispered, pulling me in for another kiss, and eventually letting me get out of the car. He waved, before taking off down the road.

I walked inside, Charlie was waiting for me.
"Bella, I think we need to have a talk," he said, his voice was uncomfortable, and he looked a little pale. Oh God. The sex talk.
"Dad, me and mum have already had this talk," I groaned, rolling my eyes.
"I know, I know. But, Bella, Jacob is a teenage boy, and sometimes teenage boys can be -"
"Stop, Dad! Please, I honestly don't need to hear this," I stopped him, and I'm fairly sure he was thankful he didn't have to go any further with that sentence.
"I know, but please Bella, if you're going to do anything with Jacob, just, be safe, and don't let him bully you into doing anything you don't want to do," he said, smiling weakly at me. I nodded.
"I promise, Dad," I said, smiling back. It helped that I was like Charlie when it came to things like this; we understood each other completely.