Chapter Three: Motorcycles and Mono
-TWILIGHT IS THE WORK OF STEPHANIE MEYER. I DO NOT OWN TWILIGHT (unfortunately). THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY NEW MOON.
The bikes were done. I had almost forgotten why I had wanted Jacob to fix the bikes. Almost. Now, I didn't want to hear Edward's voice. He was part of the past. I wanted to believe Jacob was my future. He was my personal sun. He lit up my day when it was dark, and he was always happy and energetic.
Edward was officially gone from my life. His voice was never imagined by my subconscious again, even when I drove straight into a tree on my first try on the bike.
I told Jacob I didn't want to ride anymore after a couple weeks and multiple visits to the hospital. Thankfully, he understood.
"It's okay, I got to spend time with you. That was the first thing that made the job sound appealing," he said shyly, hiding his blushing face.
I walked over to where he sat in the garage and lifted his face to meet my eyes. He looked at me for a long moment, then suddenly our lips met.
My relationship with Jacob was nothing like my relationship with Edward ever was, or ever could have been. Every second with Edward was a risk; I almost felt stupid for risking my life to be with him. He obviously hadn't loved me enough to stay, anyway.
Jacob had to be the one.
"Jacob hasn't called today," I complained to Charlie a month after Jacob had asked me to be his girlfriend. Charlie had been ecstatic when I told him Jacob and I were dating, but by now he was sick of me talking about him. Jacob this, Jacob that.
"Why don't you just call him?" he suggested in an uninterested tone.
I frowned. "He hasn't picked up, but I guess I could try again."
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring.
Billy picked up. "I'm sorry Bella, but Jacob is sick. The doctor said mono."
Mono? The kissing disease? That's weird… I suspected that Billy was lying, but waited a week to go visit. That would be plenty of time.
After seven miserable days, I received not one call from Jacob. I started the engine of my truck and drove the short way to La Push.
Jacob was sitting outside of his small house, a sad look on his face. He looked perfectly healthy though.
"Jake!" I cried, running up to hug him. He looked up, and our eyes met.
Ooh… Cliffhanger.
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