A/N: Apparently Mrs. Meyer doesn't check her email, so I'm still not in possession of this money maker. Although, when she reads this, Twilight will be re-thunk (is that even a word), and she will contact me for my wonder ideas. LOL.

Hey if you're gonna dream, dream big dammit!

PSA: Bella's still crazy, Jacob is getting sexier by the minute, and Edward's a douche.

This chapter was written as a filler. I know it's not long, but I needed it in order to get to something else!

Oh, I still don't have a beta, but I've tried to correct my own mistakes. I'm sure it's perfect and there isn't the "frist" -lol mistake!

Water to the Fire

What the hell? Did I seriously just have a conversation with myself?

Yes. Yes you did.

So I did. But I'm right, Edward left me. If he's not moping, why should I?

I knew the Edward-shaped hole would always be there, but the blaze that once tortured me was quickly smoldering. Jacob seemed to quench the flames. Jacob—in all his teenage glory. Jacob.

"Bella. Bella? Earth to Bella…" Jacob was waving his hand in front of my face. "Great. I think I lost her," he muttered. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

"Sorry. Guess I got caught up in my own thoughts," I said, trying to shake all thoughts of Jacob.

"I don't know what you were thinking, but keep it up. You were grinning ear to ear. First time I've really seen you smile. I like it."

My cheeks burned again as I blushed. He'd definitely think I was crazy if he knew what was going on in this brain.

"So, do you like the car?" he asked, breaking my train of though, keeping it from chugging further into oblivion.

Chugging? Are you suddenly into trains now?

Oh just shush, before I forget what I'm saying.

"Yeah, I do. When did you finish?"

"A couple weeks ago. I know it runs, but I haven't driven it yet." Looking down, he kicked at the dirt with the toe of his shoe.

"We'll, let's ride. I've got my license, and I'm going to at least pretend you have a learner's permit," I said, ducking under his arm, to slide into the passenger seat.

Jacob was in the driver's seat, cranking the car, before I had closed my door.

"I'll let you drive me around under two conditions, young man," I prodded him. "One, you buckle up, and two, you obey the speed limit."

Melting my heart with a smile I was growing to love, Jacob replied, "Yes, ma'am."

"Ma'am? Really?" I questioned him. His smile just grew bigger before he winked at me.

As Jacob pulled out of the small garage, he rolled down his window, the wind whipping through his long, ebony hair. Beautiful, I silently thought.

Riding with Jacob was different with riding with Edward, or any of the Cullen's for that matter. Where they were always speeding, always in a rush, Jacob's driving was leisurely. We had no where to go, no where to be. It was just he and I.

I sighed in content, as I lay my head back and just enjoyed the ride.

Ya know, a girl could get used to this.

Yes, a girl could definitely get used to this.

As we pulled down the gravel path to his garage, I opened my eyes and look over at Jacob. He had pulled in long hair back into a low ponytail at the nape of this neck. Without thinking, I reached over and gave it a soft, playful tug.

"Hey," he said, tugging mine in return.

Just as Jacob pulled the car into the garage and switched off the engine, I heard his stomach growl. He blushed and it was just the most adorable thing.

Adorable? Jacob isn't adorable. He's sexy as…

Hey, do you have to question everything? And if I say he's adorable, then he's adorable. Just look at him.

Grinning like a jackass eating briars, I turned to look at Jacob. The look I got in response is one of confusion. His left eyebrow was raised, brown eyes staring at me like I'd lost my mind.

"Where did you just go? I've been calling your name for five minutes," Jacob said.

"I'm sorry, I get lost in this head of mine," I grinned sheepishly.

"Well, I'm starving and could use some lunch. How do sandwiches and a picnic sound?" he asked, opening his door and stepping out of the car.

"A picnic Jacob? What are you? Ten?" I opened the door and stepped out. Unfortunately my exit was anything but graceful, and I ended up face first in a pan of grease on the garage floor.

God, Bella, you are such a klutz. And you've ruined my favorite shirt.

Tell me something I don't know.

Umm…Jacob's laughing at you?

When I finally decided to get up, Jacob was there with a hand and a paper towel, trying to silent his laughter.

"I know, I know. Laugh it up. Bella the klutz; I'm like a circus side show." I tried to laugh off my embarrassment.

Taking the towel, he wiped my face, helping to clean me off.

"Thanks, but I think it's rather hopeless. I'm a mess. I should just go home." What a way to ruin a rather perfect day. I hadn't had that much fun since I couldn't remember when.

"Do you really have to leave? We can go in and let you change. You can borrow one of my shirts. You don't have to leave. I've enjoyed having you here. Uh, I've had fun, I mean." Jacob was rambling.

"Sure. I'll get cleaned up and then we'll have that picnic."

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