I laid in my bed, arms crossed over my stomach, eyes open staring at the ceiling while my hair framed my face, my ankles crossed, my mind years away.
Memory
"Come on Jakey, let's go build a sand castle!" I exclaimed
"Chick, I don't know what's wrong with you but I'm not 4. I'm nine," He said proudly
"Oh hush is, fine then I hang out in the sun while you make me a sandwhich,"I say pointing towards the house.
"Bu—" he began
"But nothing!You're 'NINE" get to work."
I laid in the sun, fully aware of him staring at me, Nice kid, I thought.
Memory
"Buuuuut Charrrrlieeee, I'm not going to let a 13 year old boy spend the night with me!"
"Now Bells, Billy and I are going on a fishing trip, we just want you to watch him for the weekend."
"Buuuut-" I began
"But my ass I want some fish!"he says before calmly walking out the house.
When he comes back an hour or two later there is a tall lanky boy in tow.
He looked at me, slowly checking me out before sticking his hand out, "Hi, I'm Jacob,"
"Yeah, Yeah I'm sure, just shut up and make me a sandwhich," I say motioning towards the kitchen before responding to my text message.
I hear glass shatter.
"I swear if you broke anything I'm going to break you!"
I walk in to his him freaking over a broken cup.
"Pick it the fuck up!"
I march back to my room, I settle on the bed then scream "Where the fuck is my SANDWHICH!?"
I heard loud footsteps coming up the stairs, when I finally get my ham and Cheese sandwhich I take two bites out before telling him I'm not hungry.
Memory
"Hey man I'm Jake, Bella's" He licks his lips ''freeeind" he draws out.
I admit when Jacob turn fifteen he fill out quite well, in fact I wouldn't mind dating him, except I was all about Edward.
I laugh when Edward shrugs his shoulders before throwing one arm over my shoulders, letting his hand drap over my breast.
"And I'm her boyfriend, Edward"
Memory
"Bella, Leah Dumped me"
"Again?"I complain
"Yeah,"
"Look, Jacob, if she can't make up her mind then she isn't worth it."I state.
"Bella, if-if things are still the same, on my sixteenth birthday, will- will you be my first?"
"Sure," then I hung up.
End of Memories
I knew then that I felt something for Jacob, while it wasn't love, it was promising, like it might someday become love.I also knew that I would refuse myself the chance to love again.
I don't remember going to sleep, but I found myself being stirred awake.
Stirred isn't the correct word- I felt a hand brush my cheeck, I wasn't fully awake, I couldn't be blamed for my actions, I grabed the hand successfully twisting it, forcing the owner to flip themself over or deal with a broken flipped over, I was about to punch him when I realized it was Jacob.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry" I exclaimed flinging myself on my back.
"We really need to work on this Bree," he laughed but I knew he was slightly shaken.
"Hey, Jake I haven't ran in awhile and I was wondering if you wanted to run with me this morning"
I said, when silently I was having an internal battle.
Did I want to spend more time with him?
Shouldn't I just want to finish th trip?
We could make it to Forks if we left now, do I want that to change?
Does he really love me?
Who was on the phone?
Does it matter?
The thoughts flew threw my mind, will he notice my speed?
I didn't care, when he nodded his head eerything changed.
I felt like he was answering one of my questions.
Within moments we were running down the street, I felt like I was in heavan.
This is one of the hobbies Edward would not take part in.
Edward.
Maybe this is what caused his death, maybe he wasn't fast enough.
I should have dragged him running everyday.
Maybe it was the ballet, maybe he was too loud.
I should have forced him.
Maybe it was a struggle, maybe he couldn't fight them off and they got the gun.
Maybe, Maybe he just gave up.
It didn't escape my mind that if he hadn't died we wouldn't have made it out.
I should have had another escape plan.
I glanced back expecting to find Jacob way behind me.
I was shocked to see him next to me.
I stopped in my tracks and so did he.
I took a look into his eyes and another question dawned on me.
Maybe, Maybe Edward didn't listen to me.
I can say I should have forced him to do so many things, but when I think about it I tried as hard as I could. Maybe he just didn't care, maybe he thought I wouldn't really go through with my plan.
Maybe I did nothing wrong.
My eyes shifted towards Jacob's lips.
His toungue slipping out and tracing his bottom lip.
I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, letting it meet my teeth, gently biting it.
My eyes averted to his eyes, watching the wind pick up, blowing his dark hair.
He leaned in, meaning to pick a leave out of my hair.\
Just as he was about to lean out my hands landed gently on the sides of his face.
My thumbs trace his cheekbone, his eyes filled with confusion, and excitement.
I remove my right hand and let my index finger trail down his nose, down his top lip.
He slips his toungue out, swiftly touching my finger before disappearing.
I lean in and let my lips meet his. It was a kiss I was sure only existed in fairy tales.
A soft tingly sensation started at my toes and made its way up to my lips.
His toungue making another appereance licks my lips.
This time however I opened my mouth and sent my toungue into his after it.
I stood on my tip toes and wrapped my hand into his hair.
Our tongues taking part in the greatest tango.A battle, between love and hate, where the line becomes thin.
His large hands found their way to my hips, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around him, he hugged my body to his.
I molded myself into, letting my clothed center press against his obvious arousal.
I shifted my face and pulled back, just to lean in to touch is nose to mine.
My eyes stayed on his as I whispered a sentence that I knew would make things difficult.
Because I realized if I ever wanted to be with Jacob, which I do, Aro would have to die.
Alec, Jane, Marcus, Cauis, and the rest, they would all have to die, and Bella, she would have to live.I would find away to let Rosalie and Emmett get their lives back, Same with Alice and Jasper.
I'd have to make sure Edward got a funeral, because he took part in this.
I'd tell his parents how much he loved them and how we were supposed to come back.
I'd tell Jacob all my little secrets, I'd teach him how to protect himself.
I thought back to my old dreams and realized all the kids always had black hair.
Not my curly brown hair.
Not Edward's copper hair.
They always had Jacob's hair.
I smiled as the words I whispered enter Jacob's head, as he realized that what I said was true.
"I'm Bella Swan."
Then his face showed an emotion I hope I could aviod, Hate, and Anger.
Maybe I should have stayed with Edward.