post eclipse. kinda futurish and angsty.

Memories

I hid in the trees, watching the pack of my old friends wrestle over the ball. Sam sat on a log, obviously aside the field, laughing and calling shots. He reminded me of Esme when she refereed our baseball games. The smell was familiar, yet stronger and somehow unpleasant, though the memory of the pleasant, woodsy smell ed. I found Jake.

He was laughing and playing and having fun. But he seemed somewhat aloof. He was still healing, just like me. I missed him. So much. But at least some degree of normalcy had returned to his life. And I had gotten what I'd wanted since I was seventeen. We should be happy. There was something we were missing though. Each other.

A slight breeze interrupted the stillness in the clearing. Jacob, the closest to me, though still many yards away, caught my scent on the wind and stiffened.

"All the more reason to fight – fight harder now, while I can," he whispered.

He still held my chin in his hand, grasping too tight.

"N-" I tried to object when I recognized the look in his eyes. But he cut me off with his lips. I tried to push him away, but he was only motivated. Noticing this, I acted like a statue until he was finished.

Sam was the only one who noticed the change in Jake. He seemed to understand and he kept shouting to the others, not letting on to them about Jake.

Before I could think it through, I asked him. He doubted me, hesitant. Then all was lost as his lips crashed down on mine. At first, I was a statue again, trying not to encourage him. But this time he would force a response out of me.

"You can do better than this, Bella," he whispered in his husky voice.

Then I tried to pull him away, but he misinterpreted it. That was when I stopped thinking. When I began to kiss him back. When I realized I was in love with him.

He turned his torso towards the trees where I hid, his eyes searching.

He bent to kiss me again, and there was no point in resisting. I was surprised this time. He softly laid his hands on my face, his warm, gentle lips unexpectedly hesitant. It was brief and very, very sweet.

I kept very, very still, both not wanting and wanting him to see me.

"That should have been our first kiss," he whispered into my ear while he hugged me. "Better late than never."

His eyes found mine.

He turned his cheek toward me with a sigh.

I kissed his face softly. "Love you, Jacob."

I turned and ran.

He laughed lightly. "Love you more."

I watched her leave, her sprint reminding me of other times, my heart throbbing painfully.

I pumped my legs faster, letting Jacob Black disappear behind me.