It's summer – or rather a no-sun summer – vacation at Forks. I graduated my senior year and after summer I would be off to a college close to Forks.

Though I didn't necessarily like Forks in general, I loved the people here.

Angela Weber, my only and fully human, best (girl) friend was there for me through the wraths of Lauren. Her boyfriend Ben Cheney was also very cordial to me. Mike slowly but eventually accepted we would only and always stay friends. I was glad and he and I got off better than we did when we first met. Those were just a few small reasons why I loved Forks though. There was my father. He took me in and helped me feel as comfortable as I could once I got here. Charlie and I were very similar. We didn't like talking about emotions much to save embarrassment as he and I skipped dances even more to save our dignity. Lastly, but certainly not least, there was Jacob Black. Jacob Black my very best friend who dealt with me when I was struggling to hold on to the left over scraps of my life. The bond was so deep that even I held on to him when he was a very dangerous and young werewolf.

I smiled absently at the thought of Jake.

Then I remembered what I had to do.

Although it was summer vacation I got curious enough to learn how to speak Quileute. A conversation between him and Quil really got me interested – surprisingly. Jacob was tutoring me and giving me lessons just like when we were using the bikes (which by the way, are still safely hidden and only used when Jacobs knows I need some serious cheering up).

Driving over to the Blacks' place – where we were studying this week – I reviewed what I learned last time. Though I just barely got started, I quickly learned how to greet someone, how to politely ask for something and how to start a conversation. Jacob was proud of me. When Charlie and Billy found out, they were surprised but happy as well. Whenever I watched their faces though when I was with Jake, they were happy course, but I found out there was something beneath that. Whether it was good or bad I couldn't tell.

"Hey Bella!" Jake greeted. I answered in Quileute and he gave me a high 5. "Good job, you remembered!"

This week we were learning how to keep a conversation going. Since Billy was gone we tried (or rather I tried while he flaunted his ability to speak another language) to talk about the bikes.

I asked him how to say different types of lines related to the bikes in English and he responded with Quileute. I copied him though the words came out stuttered and wrong with my terrible accents which came when I try to speak something other than English.

Failing once again at trying to say one word, Jacob laughed. "You have good memory and learning skills when it comes to different languages Bells, but you suck at trying to say one word that's not English!"

My cheeks burned red with embarrassment and anger. It cooled down quickly once I had a comeback. "Oh whatever Jake! Imagine trying this with our positions switched!"

He laughed again. "Sure it would be hard, but our positions aren't switched and this is very entertaining for me!"

At that I had to laugh. We laughed for another minute then he stared into my eyes.

There was never a time where he and I stared into each other's eyes which made us feel uncomfortable… This though was different. When I gazed into Jacob's dark chestnut eyes (amazing eyes he does have by the way!) there was something different. I could tell it was more of Charlie and Billy's mysterious hidden expression which I couldn't decipher. Uncomprehending, I stared some more into my best friend's eyes. Then I understood.

Jake and I were friends but this revelation meant that our friendship was clearly over because we were more than that. I didn't know how; I didn't know when… but somehow I fell in love with this big werewolf who was and will always be my best guy. When I was broken and hurt, bleeding after – ugh, Edward (pains came when I thought his name) – left and Jacob stepped in and stitched me up. Along the way, he saved me from myself and protects me with his life.

Realizing my epiphany Jake leaned toward me hesitantly. I flinched back for a moment because the me before this epiphany took over. The new me regained control and I closed my eyes.

Our lips met with slow, building (and to be honest, crazy) passion. His warm lips were warm and inviting, moving in ways mine have never moved before. Like I mentioned, the kiss was building and soon I felt a snap in me. I wanted Jacob. My lips, crazed with desire, begged for more. Jake happily answered.

That one kiss let to a small make out session. When our lips finally let go of each other our breaths were ragged but we were certainly not finished. My hands were tangled in his hair and I kept them there. His mouth found their way to my throat and soon they were circling my collarbone.

His face came back to mine and I saw his eyes wanted more. This time I leaned forward and kissed him. This kiss was passionate and sweet. It reminded me of sweet and juicy strawberries coated with sugar. I tried to let the kiss go as long as it could then our faces were apart and my breath came in a wild gasp.

"Woah," I breathed.

"Definitely," he answered.

We looked away awkwardly for a moment. What had happened? Answer: we (or rather I) realized we loved each other. That's what was lying underneath Billy and Charlie's expressions. They were waiting for this. Though this would usually make me want to scream out in anger for their suspicion, this time made me want to sing and dance with joy.

I love Jacob Black, my best friend. He loved me back too.

Amazing.

"I love you," he muttered out with a tone of embarrassment.

I blushed and kissed him on the cheek.

Woahs. Intense and adorable! :D:D

x o x o bjaarcy