CHAPTER TWO: My Reality
Jacob. My Jacob. I'm not sure what I did to get so lucky or deserve such a loving and wonderful guy like Jake. He was always there for me any time I needed him with a big goofy grin or a warm embrace. He was the yin to my yang and I just felt so comfortable around him. It was completely effortless. Which is saying a lot considering I normally feel so awkward around most people, but not with Jacob. We had known each other since we were kids, our fathers being long time friends and all. Back before I stopped visiting Charlie each year in the summertime....seemingly a lifetime ago, he and I were best buds. Charlie likes to joke about how we use to make mud pies together. Of course Charlie is simply thrilled about Jacob being my boyfriend. I think both he and Billy seem to get a real kick out of it as a matter of fact. Ever since I came back to Washington, Jake and I had been pretty much inseparable. If it hadn't been for him, I probably would have died of utter boredom in gloomy, rainy Forks. He's got such a wild adventurous side to him though that there really never is a dull moment with Jacob around.
One thing about Jake that stands out above all else, hands down, is the fact that he is absolutely, completely, one hundred percent crazy in love with me. I don't know exactly what it is about me that he is so infatuated about, but there is no getting around that fact. For a long time we were just friends. Mostly because I wasn't looking for more than friendship with him, but the boy was so persistent he finally broke down my guard and I just couldn't possibly tell him no anymore. That's not to say that I'm complaining about his persistence. He's good for me and I know that, plus I enjoy his company and I'd never want to give that up. I'd be a fool if I did. Besides, it certainly doesn't hurt that he's grown up to be a gorgeous man. It's pretty hard to ignore considering he loves wearing as few clothes as is legally possible in general. I would swear that the guy has something against shirts, but that's fine with me too. Abs like his are definitely not meant to be covered up and hidden and I'd venture to say that not too many women would be likely to disagree.
Yep, I'm a lucky girl. I don't know why, but I definitely am. He's all mine and he's got zero interest in even the thought of another female. So what on earth is wrong with me? Why can't I just be happy with this fact and forget the dream and most importantly, the face from the dream that has been haunting me lately? The perfect, pale, chiseled face.......Edward.
It's best not to let my mind wander there again though, it's pointless really. That was just a dream and Jacob is my reality. Not too shabby of a reality either, I reminded myself. Besides, who was ever going to love me like Jacob?
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