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I was sitting cross-legged on my bed when I heard Charlie's cruiser pull up outside. I sighed and glanced out the window, watching as Charlie made his way up the path to the front door. I jumped back down onto my bed, lying down with my head in my pillow, trying to make it look like I'd been asleep, or waiting, I wasn't sure which would be easier.
"Bella, are you awake?" I heard Charlie call from the staircase as he came towards my door. I sat up, tried to look tired, tried to look sad, and called back out to him.
"Yeah," I couldn't think of anything else to say. He entered my room quietly, looking across at me from the doorway. He didn't say anything, so I thought I'd ask him what I'd been thinking the whole time.
"Am I grounded?" I asked, gulping. I didn't really want the night to end this way, and I waited for the answer before I asked what happened to Jacob.
"No, I know it wasn't your fault. You're not grounded," he replied. He looked a lot calmer than before, maybe Billy had convinced him that the bike had been safe, that Jacob had my best intentions at heart. Charlie couldn't be that mad at Jacob after all.
"And Jacob -"
"I'm sure he'll explain it to you in the morning," he said uncomfortably. It almost sounded as though he'd regretted yelling at Jacob. He looked down at me with that same worried look he always had after Edward left, right after, and I felt bad.
"I'm sorry, dad," I said, suddenly. I know he's worried about me, and I always seem to be getting myself hurt one way or another, so I couldn't blame him for being so protective. What else could I really expect? Charlie just walked ahead and kissed my forehead softly; something I didn't expect.
"I just want you to be safe," he said quietly, before walking out on me. So I wasn't grounded. He wasn't mad at me. Jacob was actually allowed to see me. And Charlie was kissing me goodnight.
What was going on? I went to bed absolutely confused, but I slept soundlessly. I dreamt of the cliff, Jacob smiling at me under the stars.
When I woke up, I remembered that school would be starting any day now. I'd completely forgotten, and really, I dreaded going back. I hadn't really spoken to anyone from school over the holidays, and I could imagine what they were all thinking about me and Jacob. I cleaned myself up and went downstairs to eat breakfast.
I thought back to the night before, I hadn't really had a chance to remember everything. The way Jacob looked under the starlight, the way he kissed me, the way he held me close to him and told me he loved me. It was all so perfect. When Edward left, I never thought I'd be happy again. I never thought I would love anybody again. And I never thought that person would be Jacob. It did come as a shock when I realised I was in love with Jacob of all people, but, it felt so right that I couldn't deny it.
I decided to call Jacob, wondering what had happened after Charlie left.
"Hello?" I heard his voice, sounding tired. Had I woken him?
"Hi, Jake," I breathed, relieved to hear his voice.
"Oh hey Bells!" he replied enthusiastically. I had so many questions.
"How are you?" I asked cautiously. I guess if I was going to ask questions, I'd start from the beginning.
"I'm okay, you're not grounded are you?" he asked, he sounded a little scared. I smiled to myself.
"No, I'm not," I replied.
"I have to get a bike license. I'm not getting it back til I do," he said, though he sort of sounded as though he was grinning. Did he find it funny?
"What else?" I asked, a little worried that Charlie had scared Jacob away.
"Nothing to worry about," he laughed, and I could tell everything was alright. "Want to come over?"
"Definitely," I replied, without hesitation.
"Um, so, you're gunna take the truck?" he asked, and I remembered. He had no way of picking me up.
"Sure," I replied, wanting to laugh. We hung up and I went outside, climbing into my truck and driving off towards La Push.
Jacob answered the door to me quickly, as though he were waiting on the other side. He kissed me quickly on the lips and pulled me inside, his arms wrapping around me. I reached my hands up around his neck to push myself up to kiss him again, and we hovered there for a moment.
"I'm glad you're not grounded," he said, twisting me around to take my jacket off. He threw it down onto the couch, and sat down himself. He pulled me down into him, my legs stretched out across his lap. His hand rested on my knee, and I relaxed my side into the couch.
"We have to go back to school soon," I commented, sighing. I felt his hand slide up slowly, stopping at my thigh, and he smiled at me.
"I'm going to miss seeing you every day," he said, sliding his other hand behind my back. I felt his fingers linger at the edge of my blouse, his warm skin brushing mine slightly when I shifted.
"I'm going to miss you, too," I replied, placing my hand up onto his chest, edging a little closer. He took that opportunity to move his hand up further on my leg, while his other hand edged up beneath my blouse resting completely on my bare skin. He kept his eyes on me, and I felt myself go red as his hand on my back slid down again, too far, and he pulled me in closer to him so my front was pressing against him. I wanted to pull away, his hand was far too low for my liking, and I could feel my chest pressed against his, my legs bent uncomfortably. I pushed myself off him, so my legs were back in front of me, and I was sitting beside him inside of on him.
"Bella?" he looked at me, worried he'd done something wrong, I suppose. I felt flushed, and I had to just breathe for a moment.
"Sorry, I -"
"It's okay," he said, reaching out to pull me into a half hug. Jacob had been so patient with me; we'd been together a whole month and yet I still couldn't let him hold me as tightly as he wanted, I still couldn't let his hands touch me that way. Aside from that one moment we'd shared in his bedroom. He kissed my cheek softly, before trailing his lips across my jaw line, kissing my neck slowly. My own hands reached up across his neck instinctively, and I felt his hands reach across my back to pull me in again. I supposed that it was that moment in his bedroom that made me so uncomfortable with these sort of situations. Jacob had been the one to stop us, well, stop me.
He lifted my whole body slightly and pulled me onto him, my legs spread over his lap, while he crushed my chest against his; his lips had reached mine again and he was kissing me hotly on the mouth. His hands slid down again to the back of my jeans, pushing lightly, and I broke my face away from his. I kept our stance, and he just looked up at me, those big innocent eyes boring into mine, he looked so fragile. So beautiful.
I wanted to give him more than I could handle. I wanted to give him everything he wanted from me, but I couldn't. Not yet, it was much, much too soon.
"I'm sorry, it's just, we're not going to get much time alone once school starts again," he said bashfully, sliding his hands up again. He bit his lip and tried to smile. I was probably all hot and red, I certainly felt it. He looked a little uncomfortable, or too comfortable, I couldn't really tell. I didn't really want to know.
"We'll have weekends," I reminded him, and he nodded thoughtfully.
"I suppose so," he said. He didn't look at me for a moment, so I rested my forehead against his.
"We'll make time, I promise," I whispered, and he pressed his lips against mine, lingering.
I needed Jacob in my life. I'd drive down to La Push every afternoon if I had to, I'd do whatever it took to see him. He was my happiness.
