Hello friends! Thank you for being patient with me! Chapter 5 is finally here! I've been so busy with work and I'm trying to find balance. I have my own business and boy it is not easy. But, I won't bore you with the details. Anyway, this chapter is probably my favorite one so far. I just love Jacob so so so much and writing in his pov is so fun. I love this chapter and I hope you do to!

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Coffee by Tori Kelly (please listen to this song. This inspired the chapter and it fits it perfectly!)

Story is mine, characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. I make no money from this.

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"Bella"

JPOV

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Send.

Ding.

I breathed a laugh.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Send.

Ding.

My smile grew.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. Send.

"Cell phones really are hilarious aren't they, Son?" My dad's voice broke through my concentration as I stared at my phone screen waiting for the next message to pop up. She was typing.

I glanced up at him. He was smirking over his coffee cup. I quickly straightened from my sunken position on the couch. "Yeah, they are." I grumbled and went right back to the screen.

Ding.

B: I finally don't need you to keep me warm lol.

I fought my smile and clicked the button on the side. I heaved up from the couch to go type without an audience.

"How is she doing?" my dad asked, ignoring my attitude.

I sighed and nervously twisted my braid that has loosened from the night of sleeping. And texting. My hands itched to reply to her text. I never took longer than 1 minute to reply. Unless I was working on the Rabbit, but even still I would get so lost in those little words she would send me, my tools would soon be forgotten.

"She's doing good," I said mid-yawn. "She says it's warm," I shrugged and began loosening my hair out of the remaining braid.

He nodded thoughtfully and took another long sip of his coffee. "It's a bit early for you isn't it?" He said as he swallowed.

I absently brushed through my hair with my fingers and looked at the object that has held majority of my attention for the past 24 hours. 6:47 AM.

Don't worry, dad. Just texting the girl who is currently on the other side of the country and who I happen to have a monster crush on and who also happens to be the best person I know and who knows how to make me laugh and smile like a dumbass as if my phone had the most amazing personality in the world and makes me imagine her face as she read my messages. Looking into her deep brown eyes, rosy lips, and pink cheeks. Watching her nibble her lips and twist her sleeves that were always just a bit too long. Her eyebrows that would smush together when I said something stupid. Or her little laugh that made her throw her head back and share that gorgeous sound.

Ding.

Oh shit. 2 minutes.

I gripped my phone, desperate for the privacy of my room to smile like a maniac in peace.

"Uh, I went to bed early," I said. Bullshit. And he knew it.

He continued to smirk and raised his cup back to his mouth and took a pointed sip.

I rolled my eyes and stalked off to my room. I'll have breakfast later even though my stomach was screaming at me. I'll wait until the interrogator was out of there.

I shut my door and flopped onto my bed, landing on my back, my feet dangling off the end like they have for about a year.

My fingers raced to open her second message to me.

B: Did you fall back asleep?

Damn. Even she knows it's way too early for me.

J: Nah just my dad being a crazy ol' coot again.

If I could only hear her laugh as she read my message. I knew she would laugh. Or at least smile. I wish I could see it. Now, I wasn't a comedic genius, but I knew how to get that girl to laugh. Once I learned what gets her going I would keep pushing those same buttons. Anything to hear that sound and know that I was the cause of it. She liked my bluntness and how I "have a way of describing things." Her words not mine.

B: Haha. He's not that old, Jake. Besides, ur probably gonna be just like him when you're his age.

I smiled.

J: No way! I'm still gonna be the awesome. You'll see. Send.

I wonder what she was doing. Was she in bed still too? I mean, it was still morning in Florida. Maybe she was laying down like me, with adorable bed head I have yet to see. And maybe she was in those soft pajama shorts and tank top that I helped her pick out to beat the tropical heat. They were thin and light purple. So cute and simple. So Bella. Or was she in the middle of eating breakfast? Or out and about with her mom doing something she would never, in a million years, choose to do herself?

Ding.

B: Will I? What if we don't even talk to each other anymore?

I grinned at her words. Silly girl.

J: Oh Bells. I'll make sure that doesn't happen ;)

Just a little flirting. Maybe she'll blush as she reads it. It's the most adorable thing in the world especially if it's from something I did.

Ding.

B: And just how will you do that?

If only she knew how much I thought about our future and how it involves a ring. But she doesn't need to know that.

J: It's a secret

Just to drive her a little crazy. Maybe she'll think about it all day.

B: Dork.

I grinned. I grinned like a fucking idiot. God she is so fucking cute.

Fuck.

Fuck.

I was in trouble.

/

Bella was spending the weekend with her mom, as we have established with my obsessive inner monologue. She left Thursday night to catch a red-eye flight to Florida. I stayed up all night waiting for her text that told me she arrived. But she didn't need to know that. How could I sleep knowing she was somewhere in the clouds for hours? I tossed and turned in bed until I just started pacing like a lunatic in my room. Of course it didn't help that I was going through every horrible scenario in my brain. I finally heard from her at 6 AM on Friday morning that she made it safely there and was heading to her mom's house. I let her settle in and finally passed out from my all-nighter. Nails bitten to the quick.

/

When I woke up on Friday, at 12 PM, I was a fucking zombie until I saw that she was texting me updates on how her mom was currently on a juice cleansing kick and she had a shot of ginger and turmeric for breakfast as an immune system boost after a long flight. All thoughts of my sleepless night went right out the window as I enjoyed reading how it made her hack like a chain smoker and made her eyes water. What I would have paid to have seen that. Her mom was an interesting character and I often wondered if Bella was actually her daughter. Not that Bella wasn't interesting, in fact, she may as well be the most interesting person in the world. To me, at least. But, she's so simple, and doesn't need constant change or action in her life. She just lives in her own clean and soft way. Gentle and sweet. Bella. So Bella. My Bella.

/

Saturday dragged like a fucking snail in the desert. There wasn't much to do in the summer in La Push. I spent the morning texting with Bella until she had to leave and join her mom for some bonding time during her short trip. She would have stayed a whole week were it not for the humidity that she claimed to hate so much. I found it odd. Since she spent so much of her life in Arizona, you would think the Florida heat would be nothing. But, then again, what do I know? I've never even been out of the state so maybe the weather down south really was that unbearable. At least she was getting some sun. Wouldn't she want to stay for the sun? I encouraged her to stay for a week but she was being stubborn as always. She kept saying how the humidity would make her hair crazy therefore driving her crazy. But, she never cared about her hair that much. I've seen those locks wild and tangled from sea salt and sand and she still was the epitome of beauty. Despite my reassurances to her that she would look fine she still insisted on going only for a weekend. Man the humidity really must suck. But a small voice in the back of my head kept telling me she didn't want to be gone long for one reason. She would miss me too much. I snorted. Yeah, right. One could dream. And I certainly did.

/

Sunday was better. Mostly because I knew she was catching a red-eye flight back that night and she would be back in Washington before the sun was up on Monday morning. Little butterflies assaulted my stomach at just the thought of seeing her again. This weekend was too fucking long and I just wanted to grab that tiny body in a hug and squeeze her tight. She continued to update me about her frantic mother and how she was trying to fit a million activities in only a few hours. Of course this was torturous because Bella would sporadically send me messages throughout the day. However, they were always a riot. First they got up bright and early to take a 6 AM yoga class, then headed back to the house to take more juice shots. Black pepper and lemon this time. Then they headed to the beach to soak up as much Vitamin D as her pale skin could handle before she turned into a lobster. I couldn't help but picture her in that amazing bikini that, again, I helped her pick out with much difficulty. She didn't have much in her Washington wardrobe for activities in the sun so she had to stock up. She picked out a peach colored one with little white flowers. I didn't want to sound like a perv so I told her it was nice and it was perfect for the beach. However, I wanted to say that she would look fucking stunning in that skimpy thing and how I wished I could be there to watch her tan and glisten in salt water. Let's just say after I got home I had a very long, cold shower. Monday couldn't come fast enough.

/

As much as I was watched every minute pass this weekend, I was a fucking wreck to say the least. My hands were clammy, I couldn't keep still, and my breakfast kept threatening to make a reappearance the closer the time got for us to meet at First Beach. I found it odd that she wanted to meet at the beach but she insisted she wanted to see the beach that was the complete opposite to the one she went to this weekend. Weird but I would do as she said. I would find a way to meet her on fucking Jupiter if that's what she wanted. And I honestly have no idea why I'm such a mess. It's just Bella. My best friend. My favorite person in the world. Bella. My Bella.

I shook my head.

Get a grip, goddamit. It's not like we were fucking dating or some shit. As much as I wish that were the case I knew she wasn't ready for that step. After that bleached asshole of a human ripped her heart out and tore it to shreds, I knew it would be a long time before she could trust anyone with that damaged heart. That sweet heart that was so pure and filled with so much good. When she was ready to share it with me I would cradle and cherish that delicate little heart. She deserved every bit of love and I would happily hand it over to keep that smile on her face.

I sighed.

I really was too far gone at this point. Honestly, do you see how fucking deep I'm in? Read that paragraph again and tell me I'm not crazy. I dare you. Because you wouldn't be able to. I was a sixteen year old who has already decided on the girl he is determined to marry and have a life with. Yep. Crazy.

I brushed my hair out for the thirtieth time to ensure that it stayed tangle free until I met up with Bella. I know she'll want to braid it like she has every day until she left for Florida. And let me tell you, it was the most horrifically amazing feeling in the world to feel those gentle, little fingers brushing through my hair. I never, and I mean never, let anybody touch my hair. Mostly because that was what my mom used to do but also, it's my hair. My heritage and my pride. Sacred. And I've had a fair share of girls try to touch it and it always pissed me off. But with Bella, I wanted her to touch it all day long. Everyday. For as long as she wanted. Once she braided it that first time I never wanted her to stop. I kept my cool but on the inside I was melting like the fucking punk wuss I was.

Get a grip.

I stared at the mirror I was blindly brushing my hair in front of for the past ten minutes. I set the brush down.

I slapped the fuck out of my face.

I needed to get a grip and quick.

"What the hell was that?" My dad sputtered as he wheeled by my door.

I flinched and stared back. If I told him the truth he would send me to the psych ward.

"Uh, nothing." I grumbled.

My right cheek was stinging like hell.

"Get a grip, Son." He mumbled as he continued past my door.

Oh, believe me, I'm trying.

/

The amount of times I had to wipe off the clamminess on my jeans was embarrassing. I arrived at First Beach, having no memory of actually leaving my house, and I sat on the old piece of driftwood that we often spent our alone time on. Just talking and enjoying each other's company. But now, it felt so secluded. Quiet. Intimate. How the hell could so much change over the weekend? I was driving myself insane being trapped inside my own head. Texting Bella and not hearing her tone of voice or seeing her facial expressions made all her messages so much harder to read.

Get a grip. It's just Bella. Sweet Bella. Bella. My B-

"Hey, Jake," a quiet angel murmured a few feet away.

Faster than my mind could even keep up with I lunged up from where I was seated and crossed the short distance and caught her in the biggest hug I could muster. I pulled her up my body and her arms wound tightly around my neck. And just like that my mind finally shut the fuck up.

Her little legs wrapped around my waist in the most intimate hug we've ever shared but I didn't care. Her limbs clamped on to me and she squeezed as tight as she could. I breathed in the sweet scent of her shampoo.

"Bella," I breathed as I finished my last tangible thought.

"Jake," She said in the same airy voice and pushed her face into my neck. The most amazing sensation I've ever felt. This was everything. She was everything.

"Hey, Snuggle Bug," I said quietly, trying to tease her a little bit at she squeezed the living daylights out of me.

She giggled softly against me. Ugh she felt so good. "I missed you," she mumbled into my shoulder.

I copied her and nuzzled my face gently into her neck. "Yeah?" I whispered. "I think I missed you more," I said. That was an understatement.

I felt her shiver and shake her head.

I swear I could drop dead right now and I would be fucking ecstatic. She has no idea how happy that little head shake made me. My heart ached. I loved this girl.

My stomach did an Olympic gymnast flip.

I loved her.

Yup. I'm telling you, too far gone.

I carefully walked us back to the piece of driftwood and sat down, her still tightly holding onto me like a monkey. It was so adorable I could puke.

I squeezed her again. "You want to tell me how your trip was?" I murmured softly with a big ass smile on my face. I rubbed her back gently just feeling her warmth. And because I was a selfish bastard I lightly tickled her ribs just to hear that sound again. She laughed softly against me and swatted my shoulder blade.

I could float away. Holy shit.

She squeezed me once more and she slowly unwound her arms to sit back on my thighs to look at me. That face. Oh how I missed that face. Deep brown eyes, rosy lips, pink cheeks, and so perfect. I unconsciously brushed my thumb across that blushing cheek, my eyes darting all over that face, soaking in as much of her as I could. "Hey," I breathed.

"Hey," she smiled.

I could fucking combust. That smile.

"How was it?" I asked as my hand left her face and found hers. I held on for dear life.

She shrugged one shoulder "'S okay," she said and stared back at me, her eyes also taking inventory of my features.

I grinned at her vague answer. We both knew this conversation was bullshit. She basically gave me a play by play the whole weekend.

"But I brought you something," she smirked and pulled back further to place a tiny brown bag in between us. I honestly had no clue she was holding it this whole time.

I breathed a laugh and painfully let go of her hand to take it from her. I pried open the folded paper and shook it out onto my palm. With a quiet jingle it fell into my hand. A keychain. It was actually pretty cool too. It was a deep brown wood that was carved. A sun keychain.

"Nice," I nodded. "Thanks."

My eyes left the souvenir and jumped back to look at that face. I missed it so much it hurt.

She giggled again. Ugh I could listen to that sound all day.

"A sun, Jake,"She looked at me as if I was missing something obvious.

I swear my brain sounded like a malfunctioning robot. I couldn't think with her sitting on my lap, her sweet scent in my face. Nothing else made sense except for her.

I stared at her like a dumbass. A meteor could strike down a foot away and I wouldn't give a fuck.

"Like you're my sun," she said as if the answer was right in front of my eyes. "You know how I always say that to you," her voice grew quiet. Her smile faltered.

She thinks I don't like it. Or that I never pay attention to what she says. Of course I knew she always told me that. It was one of my favorite things in the world to know that she saw me as something as bright as the sun. It meant everything.

But, my brain snapped in half once she was in my arms. Nothing else mattered. But I also wasn't an asshole.

I shook my head with a grin. She was too cute. Only she would get me a cheesy little sun keychain. And you bet your ass it was going to stay on my keys for the rest of my fucking life.

"I love it, Bells," I reassured her quietly.

What happened next may shock you. My heart was going to leap out of my chest and my stomach plummeted to the Earth's core.

I leaned forward slowly, holding those deep brown eyes and pressed my lips softly to that pink cheek. Silky smooth. Perfect. "Thank you," I murmured.

I felt her cheek lift in a smile under my lips and her eyes dropped to her hands, twisting her sleeves that were just a bit too long. "So you really like it?" she said in a tiny voice, a little breathless.

I chuckled. She was so fucking adorable. So I kissed her cheek again, shifting just a little closer to those lips. And I kept my lips there just a little longer. "Mhmm," I grinned against her cheek. "My Bella," I whispered against her skin that was growing even warmer. Her breathing hitched.

She was everything.

She turned her face into mine and pressed a delicate, lingering, warm kiss to my cheek. Her rosy lips made a tiny smack and she kept her face pressed into mine.

Oh fuck. I swear I was about to burst into flames.

"My Jacob," she breathed into my skin.

I closed my eyes and pulled her back into my arms.

Bella.

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