Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Author's Note: This is another installment of this collection of one-shots. They really have nothing to do with one another, but it's cool. Oh how I love The Script.
If You Ever Come Back
He looked around the small apartment and noticed how nothing had really changed since she had left. He wondered if she would ever come back; that was truly the only thing on his mind at all times. Would she return with her suitcase in hand? Everything was the way she had left it; he barely slept in the bed. He barely slept at all these days. He missed her so much his chest ached. He sat on the coach for a few minutes idly staring at photographs of her and him. He sighed and walked to the kitchen and set two plates on the counter. He placed chicken, rice, and corn on each plate and poured two glasses of wine. He sat in one chair and began to eat, like he always did. After eating, he washed the dishes, put the untouched food in plastic counters, and put them away to have later on. He went to the door and checked under the mat; there the key always lay waiting to be used. He turned on the porch light; he closed the door. This was what he had done every night since she left him. He laid in the bed, but he did not sleep. He curled up with the pillow that still smelt like her and thought of her.
"You know you're really fucking stupid for thinking she's coming back to you," said Paul as he stepped through the open door.
"They use to say the world was flat and how wrong was that?" he retorted.
Paul laughed, "Okay, but leaving your damn door open is dangerous Jacob."
Jacob shrugged, "There's nothing I can lose in a break-in that she hasn't taken."
"Oh my damn, seriously Jake? You sound like a damn poet." Paul growled and shook his head in disgust, "Isabella Swan is not coming back for you Jacob Black! Let it go!"
Jake set the kettle on the stove and looked at his friend, his brother basically, "You don't know Paul."
Paul left Jake to make a pot of tea he probably wouldn't drink. If anything he needed to drink some liquor of some sort. Jacob waved Paul on his way but made his way back to the living room when he heard a bag drop to the floor some time later.
He turned, "Bella…"
The tiny brunette smiled weakly, "Hey…"
Jacob ran up, picked her up, and squeezed her in a tight bear hug, "You came back! I knew you would come back to me."
She just smiled and dug her face into the side of his neck, "We have so much to talk about Jake."