Well, well, well. Looks like we are running into each other again. Hello, nice to meet you. Now, let me introduce myself. I'm Sav. Nice to meet ya. There we go, proof that I'm not Stephenie Meyer. I would like to give my thoughts on a review that was left, about someone not enjoying the Twilight Saga revolving around a love story and wanting it to be about vampires. While yes, this is a story with the supernatural, but I wanted to keep the story intact. I read a lot of fanfictions, and I notice they stray away from the story, and the guidelines of it because they themselves wanted to change the story to how they would've loved it to turn out, but I don't want to change the story. I just want to change a small moment in time, and work through the events that would've occurred differently, but only small events would've changed. We must remember, Twilight never really was centered around the supernatural. The supernatural part was to bring in for the thrill, and excitement of a gorgeous vampire, and a strong handsome werewolf who both were in love with a human girl. This story was always centered around a love triangle, and I plan to keep that story intact to fit the narrative of what the Twilight Saga was. Thank you for the reviews, I enjoy reading your thoughts on them! All rights to this story go to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just writing an adaptation. Enjoy!(:

Chapter 29: The Drive

The days went by slower and slower throughout as the week went by. I took my newly scheduled shifts at the Newton's on Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday, and volunteered my time at the Forks Daily Newspaper on Thursday. The newspaper volunteer work wasn't the most exciting thing. I mostly just cleaned the offices, just like I believed I would, filed some paperwork into the filing cabinets, along with helping to move boxes around in the warehouse, but I so far have made up about two hours of volunteer work there. It's not much, but the hours will end up stacking up while I continue it throughout the summer.

Jacob's been calling me about twice a day, but I haven't been answering. I don't know what to say to him, or even how to believe the words I want to say. I do care for him, immensely, but before, it was always in a familial way. I can't completely pinpoint if my yearn for him is because he is my only choice I have left. I did feel that way before, and it was very recent that I felt that way, but I can't decide if it's an excuse I'm making for myself, or if it's true. I could say it has some extent to it, because if Edward had come back for me, I most likely would've run into his arms. But these past few days with Jacob, which I understand is not a very long time, but these past few days of me almost completely committing to the idea of him and I being together has been very blissful. I enjoyed being with him, I enjoyed being close to him, and I enjoyed being held by him.

It is a bit different, because I am alone with my thoughts most of the day. I can't see him too often because of work, along with him having to patrol every night, but my weekends were open to interpretation throughout the mornings and afternoon. I feel the more alone I am, the more I psych myself out of my decision, along with me being alone with my thoughts about Edward. I very much still love Edward, and I believe I'm possibly still in love with him. That feeling doesn't just go away. I believed I would spend the rest of eternity with him, by his side. I believed I would've left my life here and started my new vampire life along his side and my new family. Of course, I would've missed my life, I knew leaving Charlie probably would've hurt him, but I am an adult, who's grown up. Who can leave and make these decisions because I'm a legal adult. I would've gone to college eventually as a human, so he would've had to say goodbye to me. I was thinking of going to Princeton all the way out in New Jersey and Charlie was supportive, so I'm sure he would've been okay, I think. Maybe he would not have the greatest meals without me, and I'm sure he'd miss our brief moments together while he watched tv while I made a home cooked meal, but I was very content with the decision because it was perfect as long as I still had Edward. And then, I wasn't good for him anymore. He didn't want me the same way as I wanted him. I can't say I am surprised; I always knew my love for him was more vast than his love for me. I was just human, nothing interesting in particular.

And Jacob, he loves me, I believe. And I care for him, but what would've happened if I left for school? Would he have followed me? No, I suppose not, he had a pack here. These are the things we should talk about, but I guess these conversations should probably wait till we are farther along in our relationship. Then again, he has had feelings for me for quite some time, so maybe our short relationship doesn't feel so short to him, just newly physical, and I can't deny my feelings for him either. I should call him, I should give him a call, but I'm worried to get his hopes up. I hate hurting him, and I hate making him feel like he's just a choice that I had to make because I didn't have Edward, but my feelings could progress, right? They could progress throughout the relationship. Two people don't get together right away and fall in love right away. Those feelings progress. I should call him.

Charlie came home from work around his usual time, and I decided to cook him some chicken alfredo instead of using red meat. I wanted to make sure he was as healthy as a horse to keep him kicking till he's old in age, unlike Harry's untimely death. I'm sure it's been heard for Seth and Leah, losing their father to a heart attack, along with having to deal with the new pack duties, but I'm also sure the pack duties have been a good distraction. Charlie has been very helpful with Sue and being there. He's been over to her house a couple of times this week, and I think him, her and Billie are going out this weekend for another fishing trip. I'm very proud of him for that, he's not good with dealing with emotional people, but he's been very much there for her. I think it's a new step for him, helping him deal with his allusiveness, as well.

"So, you gonna call Jacob today?" Charlie poked at the alfredo noodles trying to scoop up the last bit in his bowl.

"I'm thinking about it," I replied quietly.

"Well, good. Maybe you can go out and relax this weekend. You've been working a lot and studying. You deserve a break."

"Thanks…"

I cleaned the kitchen up, while Charlie flipped through the guide on the television. I made sure my assignments were done for the week and proceeded to keep myself busy with some chores. After that, I went to the phone, and decided I should call Jacob.

"Bella!" he answered enthusiastically, "I'm so sorry, I should've given you a chance to explain. I should've-"

"It's okay, Jacob. I forgive you. You weren't wrong, entirely." I muttered to the phone as I interrupted him, "I was wondering if you wanted to hangout tonight?"

"Tonight?" He signed in the phone, "I can't, I have to run patrols. I have all day tomorrow morning and afternoon though! We can hangout, do whatever. Just like old times!"

"Yeah, sounds good, Jake." I hung up the phone and went up to my room to get a shower and ready for bed.

Saturday morning came. I got out of bed early to make Charlie breakfast before he left for his fishing trip. I too got myself ready for the day to hang out with Jacob. I don't know what activities would have entailed for our adventure today, but it didn't matter. I just needed to spend time with him, and to be near him again. I got dressed in a worn navy-blue long sleeve shirt and slipped on some khaki pants with my old tennis shoes and headed out the door to get to the reservation. When I finally pulled up to Jake's house, I saw him walking out of the garage with tools in his hand. My truck popped a bit when I put it in park, and turned it off, so he noticed I was here. Jake had that same stupid smile on his face whenever he saw me, and motioned me to head over to the garage, so I hopped out of my truck and headed over there. The air was a little crisp, still as the days were getting closer to April. The sky was grey as usual, and the damp air clung to the grass in beads. Jake stood there with gunk on his arms, and hands, dirty from whatever project he was now working on.

"Jake, you could really wear a shirt you know. It's cold,"

"How else would I get your attention?" He chuckled a bit walking back inside the garage.

"You always have my attention. I called you to hangout, remember?"

"Right, right," He said, "Check this out though," he motioned his hand over to the almost finished looking vehicle.

"The rabbit! Wow, Jake!" I exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Yeah, it just needs a few bumper pieces, the last ones didn't fit right. And a new coat of paint, but yeah, it's practically almost ready!"

"Is that the plan, today? To work on the car?"

"No, not gonna bore you with that, thought maybe we ride the bikes, do something normal for a change."

"Yes, riding death machines that Charlie would lose his mind over, totally normal," I snorted. He looked back and me and returned the smile

"Well, my dad and your dad are out with Sue today, so thought it was the perfect time to do it." I nodded at his response, and we both walked over to the bikes and rolled them out of the garage.

"Listen, Bells," Jake spoke up, "I really am sorry. I shouldn't have jumped you like that."

"Jake, please. It's fine. You had every reason," I replied looking down at the ground while rolling the bike up the hill to my truck.

"Sure, but still. You're my, Bella. I didn't want to upset you, especially when you stay the night at my house. Charlie was good?"

"Yeah, he was fine. I think Billy helped his nerves on that one. They seem to hang out with Sue a lot, don't they?"

Jacob coughed at my response, and tried clearing his throat, "If I'm honest with you, I think Billy has a thing for widows." He grabbed both of our bikes and lifted them into the trunk of the truck.

"Oh, really?" I laughed.

"Yeah, your dad is really cramping my dad's style," he laughed with me. We both climbed into the truck, and I cranked the engine as it sputtered to roll over. We drove down the road a few ways, but not too far off.

"So, how's Leah and Seth? I couldn't imagine how they must be feeling dealing with all of this especially when Harry just passed."

"Definitely was a surprise, we are still trying to help Leah and Seth to not blame themselves over it."

"Awh, they can't do that. It was natural, a heart attack."

"Yeah, a heart attack caused by a major surprise," Jake said exhaling a large sigh.

"Surprise?"

"Yeah, Leah one night just shifted, and it caught Harry by surprise because, ya know, no one knew that girls can be werewolves too. And that caused his heart attack, and possible other health issues that go along with it."

"Oh no, poor Leah. That's got to take a toll."

"Oh, it did. Then poor Seth shifted when he heard the news."

"He's so young," I replied in grief.

"Yeah, no one really expected him to turn anytime soon. Or at all, actually,"

"Why not?"

"Well, we expected to most likely get rid of the rest of the blood suckers. That one that was your friend, and that red head. She hasn't come by recently, at all. And then your-," he stopped himself, "anyways. We plan to have it really under control soon." I nodded at his response. He was right, it should be under control I suppose from any more changes happening. Especially if my old family doesn't come back.

"When you say under control, do you mean that you won't have to patrol anymore?" It wasn't something I really wanted to ask. I didn't want to make Jacob uncomfortable, because I wasn't fully sure if he hated being a wolf or not anymore.

"Well, we have to keep patrol to make sure it's still under control." I nodded at his response. We sat in the idled truck for a little bit before we were ready to go biking. Jacob then smiled at me and put his hand on my thigh, grazing his warmth across it. He then let go and opened the passenger door and hopped out. I followed behind him, trying to help him the best I could to pull the bikes out of the truck.

"I thought maybe we could ride down the road, and then there's a trail that veers right," he held his arm up signaling the direction down the road.

"A trail?" I asked him wearily.

"Yeah, a little rough, but when we get down the road, you can hop on my bike with me when we take it," he smiled at me, and I reciprocated it. I leaned my leg over onto the bike while he did the same. I looked over at him as he turned it on and I followed and revved the bike to go forward. The road was windy, but straight enough to balance myself out on. No cars were passing by, so Jake and I rode side by side in each lane. Jake started to pick up the case and revved the engine more to go faster, and I did the same.

"Bella, slow down," I heard the voice. I panicked a little bit but held onto the handlebars steadily to not fall off this time. I shook my head at it, closing my eyes for just a second and kept the pace.

"You're going to hurt yourself," the velvet voice spoke again, and winded past like a train passing by.

"NO!" I screamed back at it, "I deserve to be happy," I said to myself then.

Jake was far ahead of me, and I revved the engine higher to get closer to him. I seemed to have a good steady hold on the handlebars, and zoomed through the road, dodging the imperfections in the asphalt. The cold wind was passing through my cheeks, and the dew in the air steamed over my head. My hands felt cold, and I tightened them over the rubber handles on the bars. Then, a bright shimmer glimmered through the trees in the corner of my eye. I looked over, but it wasn't there anymore. Seemed so to be just a glimmer of light shining behind the trees, blinding my view for just a brief moment. It startled me, for just a second, but my focus was on the road. I didn't let it distract me. I pulled forward more, passing the bend that wielded left through heavy brush and trees that sided both sides of the roadway. I then saw Jacob, stopped on the side of the road, leaning against the bike. He smiled at me and waved as I slowed myself down on it, skidding myself to a stop behind his bike. I jumped off it and kicked the kick stand down. I then let out a deep heavy sigh, pushing the stray hairs back that were sticking up from the wind.

"So, that's the trail in there, It's pretty wide. We shouldn't have a problem going through it," he said walking over to me. He lifted my bike up and hid it behind the brambles and the tree so no cars would see it passing by.

"Where does the trail go?" I asked him.

"It goes to a different clearing than the one I took you to, not too far away. It's quite small, not as nice. But it's got a few tree stumps to hangout on." He smiled at me again, with a big grin. "Well, let's go," he hopped back on to his bike.

"You know, if you put a shirt on, I would have a better grip on you." I snorted at him.

"If I put on a shirt, you'd have less of me to grip on, honey." He returned the snort at me, and I looked down, trying to suppress the crimson flowing through my cheeks. I climb onto the back of the bike, leaning my head against his shoulder blade, and my arms wrapped around his waist. I tried catching a grip on his abdomen area, and found my fingers rolling up them, feeling the ridges between his abs, "Whoa there, Bella. Save that for later," he teased me. I pushed my face closer into his shoulder blade and he revved again, pulling forward towards the trail.

The trail was wide, and the grass lining the trail was mostly dead and full of mud. It must've been a trail that's normally ridden on with regular dirt bikes, and four wheelers. As we sailed through the trees, the trail started to incline up, and small ridges in the dirt from the roots of the trees tapering across the floor caused the bike to bounce around a lot, hurdling us air born every few seconds. I held my grip tighter around him at every unsteady bounce on the trail. Jake tried showing off a bit, doing some turns when they weren't needed, trying to shift past trees and slide around them, and laughed at every unsteady hold I had on him as I squeezed my arms tighter around him.

We eventually rolled onto a small clearing at the end of the trail. It wasn't very wide or overgrown. The weeds and the dead grass seemed to have been cut not too long ago, and it had a nice fire pit set up in the middle of it that looked a little used recently. It was made up of red bricks that all came together to form a cube. Dead tree logs surrounded the fire pit as sort of chairs to sit around. Over to the far side of it, were stacked up tree limbs, and piles of chopped logs.

"What is this?" I asked him, "you've never shown me this before."

"Well, it wasn't really mine to show you. It's just a small campsite that came around the past month. I think campers set it up for the hiking trails that run up the mountain. But it's been a cool place to hang out."

"Do you come here a lot?" I asked him, curiously.

"No, ha, never. Saw it in Seth's mind, though. He passed by it a few days ago." He hopped off the bike, and lifted me up off of it, setting me down on the grass. "I thought it would be a cool place to hang out, you and me, for today." He headed over to the stacked logs, grabbing a few of them. "Are you cold? I could start a fire." I nodded at him, running my hand up and down my arm to create friction to warm them up.

Jake grabbed a few sticks and logs and put them into the fire pit, and walked over behind it to grab the fire starter log and pulled out the lighter in his back pocket and set flame to it, throwing it into the fire pit. The fire started small but lit pretty quickly. The sparks and ashes danced in the cold air and burned out quickly as it touched the mist hanging in the nearby trees. I walked over to him and sat on the log as he poked the fire with a metal rod, pushing the logs around to air it out.

"Jake, when is it that you stop patrolling? Is there ever an end to it?" I asked. Jake looked over at me and put the metal rod down into the dead grass, and walked over to me, sitting next to me on the log. He leaned forward linking his fingers together in his palms, letting out a heavy sigh.

"Yeah, eventually." he said.

"Eventually?" I asked again.

"Did I ever tell you about Sam, and how this all started?'

"No, not really I don't think so, at least."

"Well, it's a long story, really…" He muttered, looking at the fire forming. I scooted myself closer to him and leaned my head on his shoulder. His skin was warm, almost warmer than the heat radiating from the fire pit.

"I'm listening," I said, nestling my face closer into his shoulder.

"Alright, well… Sam had it so much harder than the rest of us, because he was the first, and he was alone, and he didn't have anyone to tell him what was happening. Sam's grandfather died before he was born, and his father has never been around. There was no one there to recognize the signs. The first time it happened — the first time he phased — he thought he'd gone insane. It took him two weeks to calm down enough to change back. Sam's mother and Leah, by the way, this was when Leah and Sam were still high school sweethearts, anyways… Sam's mother and Leah had the forest rangers searching for him, the police. People thought there had been an accident or something. . . (Meyer, Stephenie.)

"Sam came back," Jacob said, "but he wouldn't talk to anyone about where he'd been. Rumors flew — that he was up to no good, mostly. And then Sam happened to run into Quil's grandfather one afternoon when Old Quil Ateara came to visit Mrs. Uley. Sam shook his hand. Old Quil just about had a stroke." Jacob paused to laugh. (Meyer, Stephenie)

"Why?"

Jacob put his hand under my chin, lifting my head, and pulled my face around to look at him, caressing my cheek with his palm — he was leaning toward me, his face was just a few inches away. His palm burned my skin, like he had a fever (Meyer, Stephenie.)

"Oh, right," I said. It was comfortable, having my face so close to his with the heat of his hand scolding through my cheek, "Sam was running a fever," (Meyer, Stephenie.)

Jacob laughed again. "Sam's hand felt like he'd left it sitting on a hot stovetop." He was so close; my lips close to him. I could feel his hot breath against my face. I reached up to grab his hand away from my cheek and intertwined my fingers into his hand. He smiled, looking down at our hands, squeezing mine a little tight. I smiled back at him, leaning my head back against his shoulder as he carried on with the story.

"So Mr. Ateara went straight to the other elders," Jacob went on. "They were the only ones left who still knew, who remembered. Mr. Ateara, Billy, and Harry had actually seen their grandfathers make the change. When Old Quil told them, they met with Sam secretly and explained. It was easier when he understood — when he wasn't alone anymore. They knew he wouldn't be the only one affected by Cullen's return" — he pronounced the name with unconscious bitterness — "but no one else was old enough. So, Sam waited for the rest of us to join him... and now that there's more of us, more newbies, I couldn't leave him alone to work with them. Yeah, there's the other guys, but we all got to work together." (Meyer, Stephenie.)

I felt myself suck in a breath of air, holding it tight into my lungs at the sound of their name, trying to fight a tight urge of pain searing through my chest. He wrapped his other arm around my side and rubbed his hand up and down my right arm. I nuzzled up closer to him, as he held me tight against him.

"Did they know?" I asked him, "Did they know coming here would affect the reservation?"

"I don't really know, doesn't matter. A blood sucker is a blood sucker. Doesn't really change the fact they did." He said, bitterly.

"Damn, Jacob. Remind me not to get on your bad side," I said, chortling at him.

"You should know,"

"Grow up, Jacob." I nudged at him.

"I wish I could," he murmured quietly. I stared at him, trying to make sense of his response.

"What?" I looked up at him, moving my face off his shoulder.

Jacob chuckled. "One of those many strange things I mentioned."

"You . . . can't . . . grow up?" I said blankly. "You're what? Not . . . aging? Is that a joke?"

"Nope." He popped his lips on the P. I felt blood flood my face. My teeth mashed together with an audible grinding sound.

"Bella? What did I say?" He looked over at my face, as I glared into the fire in front of us.

"You. Are. Not. Aging," I growled through my teeth. Jacob continued to rub the sides of my arm.

"None of us are. What's wrong with you?"

"Am I the only one who has to get old? This is utter bullshit," I nearly shrieked, pushing myself off him now. I slapped my hands against my face baring my cheeks into my palms. "Damn it! What kind of world is this? Where's the justice?"

"Take it easy, Bella." Jake chuckled at me, leaning closer to me now rubbing his hand up and down my back.

"This is so unfair!"

"It's not as bad as you seem to think it is. Really," he said hesitantly, trying to calm me down.

"Oh, really, huh? I just sit here, enjoying this moment with you, all while I turn into an old woman, and you're just, not aging?!

"It's okay, Bells, really," He said in a calming voice, "But listen… I will get older… someday."

"Explain," I said sternly, baring my face into my hands.

He leaned back in a sigh and patted his feet against the weeds in front of the log. I looked over, peering my face out of my hands watching him. I glowered at him, but then my temper burned out suddenly as it flared, and I'd calmed down enough to realize I sounded moronic.

"When we get enough control to quit...," Jacob said. "When we stop phasing for a solid length of time, we age again. It's not easy." He shook his head, abruptly doubtful. "It's gonna take a really long time to learn that kind of restraint, I think. Even Sam's not there yet. We can't even think about quitting when the tribe needs protectors. But you shouldn't get all bent out of shape about it, anyway, because I'm already older than you, physically at least," (Meyer, Stephenie.)

"What do you mean?" He leaned forward to get near to where my head was bored into my hands.

"Look at me, Bells. Do I look sixteen?" I moved my head, only resting one side of my cheek against my hands, and I glanced up and down his mammoth frame, trying to be unbiased.

"Not exactly, I guess."

"Not at all. Because we reach full growth inside of a few months when the werewolf gene gets triggered. It's one hell of a growth spurt." He made a face. "Physically, I'm probably twenty-five or something. So, there's no need for you to freak out about being too old for me for at least another seven years," (Meyer, Stephenie.)

Twenty-five or something. The idea was profound to me. But I remembered that growth spurt — I remembered watching him grow more muscular, warmer, and shoot up right before my eyes. I remembered seeing him each day and noticing the changes in his appearance each time. I felt the muscles in my back untense, and I let out a big sigh.

"You okay?" He asked me, still rubbing his warm hand against my back.

"Yeah, age is just a sort've touchy subject, is why."

"Can I ask…?" He looked at me. I lifted my back up, and scooted my torso back closer to his, leaning my face into his shoulder again. He rubbed his hand now against my right arm again. I nodded.

"You can, as long as it doesn't bother you who it's about." I said to him, merely. He looked down, and I could feel his shoulders slouch a bit in chagrin.

"Sure, why not."

"Well, I never really minded the idea of dying, but growing old bothered me, especially growing old if I were meant to be with Edward. Edward had this weird thing about souls, thinking he didn't have one," Jacob chortled a bit.

"Damn right he doesn't," He muttered, fighting a smile behind his face. I continued anyway ignoring his comment.

"When we went to prom, I was hoping that night was going to be different, that he would've changed me." I sighed a bit, "but no, it was just prom night."

"Change you? You wanted to be dead?"

"Jacob, no. I don't see them as dead. They seem very much alive to me, with different habits."

"Yeah, because Count Dracula was a real live person. Drinking human blood and all."

"They didn't drink human blood, Jacob, only animals."

"Yeah, yeah, so did you tell him that? That you… wanted him to kill you?" I chuckled at his response. I didn't really expect him to understand that sort've thing. Unless he did understand, and he was just messing with me.

"Change me," I reminded him, "and yes…"

"And?" he looked at me curiously.

"I'm still human, aren't I?" I didn't want to mention what Edward really said. How he was baffled that I would want to become a 'monster' like him. It would've only made Jacob that much more convinced.

"Thankfully," Jacob said, turning his head back towards the fire, leaning his head on top of mine, "besides. Sam would've had to kill him."

"Kill him?" I said, pushing my head out from under his, looking up at him, confused.

"Yeah, it's against the treaty to bite another human. Not just kill, but bite." He said, rumbling through his throat.

"But what if it wasn't his decision? What if I asked him to do it?"

"Not like you can just put a gun to his head, Bella. Still his decision."

"No, Jake, that's ridiculous."

"Is it? Makes sense to me. I couldn't even imagine you being dead. Or, dead in that way. Especially if it was because of him." His response kind of irked me. It made no sense to me that I wasn't allowed to make that decision, myself. To make my own life decisions on what and who I wanted to be. I let it go, though.

"Huh, that wouldn't fancy your liking, huh?" I jabbed at him. He raised his eyebrow at me. "If I was a vampire, you wouldn't want me?"

He shook his head at my response, his face unamused.

"We could both stay young forever, live forever. You and me, traveling the world. And I could be by your side, running with you along the way."

"I prefer you riding me," the corners of his mouth lifted, and his white teeth peered through his lips till he made it into a grunted laugh. We both laughed together at his idiotic inappropriate joke. He wasn't wrong though, that day was a new experience, and exciting. Riding on his back as he ran through the woods, leaning against his fur. "All jokes, aside. I don't think I could, Bells. You'd smell like bleach burning through my nostrils all the time. I don't know if I could even touch you… or even look at you the same way with those red eyes glaring at me."

"I wouldn't have red eyes… at least not always. I would probably be a vegan vampire. Drink only animals. I don't think I'd ever intend to inflict harm on someone."

"Yeah, not intentionally…" Jake looked down, taking a deep breath. He seemed to be pondering himself in thought, "but even then… even if you were… I think I still…" he paused again, "As long as you were still my same, Bella, I could make it bearable…" I could hear the strain in his voice on the last word. He really meant it, even if I was the one thing, or species, he hated the most in the world, he would still make it work for me. 'Besides, it's not going to happen, and I never would allow it to."

"Agreed." I said back to him. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, and he leaned his head back on top of mine. We stared at the fire as the sun was veering to the west, signally the day was getting closer to the late afternoon. I felt my stomach purr in hunger.

"You hungry?" He asked me.

"Uh, yeah. I should probably get home. Cook something for Charlie and I."

"Nah, I'm sure Sue is making him and my dad something to eat. He said they were going to probably fry the fish, like Harry used to. Besides," Jake put his hand into his pocket, pulling out a baggy full of hotdogs.

"Ew, Jake! Have those been in your pocket all day?" I jolted in disgust at him.
"Chill, Bells. It's not like they are raw. They're pre-cooked. We just gotta put them on the fire." He opened the baggy pulling a few out. I leaned myself off of him as he moved forward standing up. He went behind the fire pit, grabbing a couple of long metal sticks that were used to roast marshmallows, or in this case, hot dogs. He poked three on his, and one on mine, and walked back over to me. He smiled as he handed me the metal pole with my one hotdog. He sat right back down next to me and leaned closer towards the fire and hovered his hotdogs over it. I did the same, and we waited for them to roast.

After they were scorched, we took them out of the fire, and continued to eat them. He swallowed his pretty fast, and I nit-picked at mine, pulling off the burnt pieces on the outside, and proceeded to eat them.

"A little smokey," I said to him as he finished his.

"Really? I was too hungry to notice." He laughed at me, and I joined in.

"Sorry to have starved you all day."

"I didn't really notice until I heard your stomach growl." He chuckled at me again, and I smiled back. I looked over at him, at his beautiful smile. The grin on his face, the contemptment. This was real, this is how it was supposed to be. I leaned closer to him, and put my hand against his cheek, pushing his face into my direction. I then leaned in and kissed him. My lips moving apart against the warmth of his. His warm breath filled my mouth, but not in an uncomfortable way. He moved his hand and caressed it behind the back of my neck, parting his lips to move and follow my own. I leaned my lips away, and rested my forehead against his, smiling.

"I love you, Jacob." I whispered to him.

"I know."

Sorry this chapter took me so long to upload! I was on vacation this weekend at the beach. We just sold our family beach house, so it was our last time going there, and it was really emotional. It was a part of my childhood. And now, things just tend to come to an end as I grow up. I also have a test coming up next Monday, so these chapters will be spaced out this week, but after next Monday, I'll be sure to get back on track to my regular daily schedule! Hopefully (: Thank you for being patient!

I would also like to note, I used Stephenie Meyer's work in this chapter. I put intext citations in the placed that I used her work from Eclipse.