Disclaimer: Obz don't own Twilight, and I'm not all that keen on it either, but Jacob is yummeh.

I'm trying to get updating as much as possible, it's the last week of term and then I'm on two week break anyway, so I should be okay for a few weeks. :)

"Last night guys, lets make it a good one." I grinned as Bree and I applied a touch of lip gloss whilst the boys were pulling on their jeans.

"We always do. Now where to? I'm thinking Pacific Pump tonight, it's meant to be off the hook..." Tyson asked.

"For sure, taxi's out front. Remember our signals." Bree said, giving us all a peck on the cheek and leading the way out the door.

Our 'signals' were exactly what they sounded like, signals. Bree and I, being all seductive and such, could sometimes turn into a negative, what with the hot Aussie boys panting after my accent and creamy skin and Bree's all round beauty. Ben and Tyson got much the same response. Our numbers were perfect that if one gave a subtle signal their 'boyfriend or girlfriend' would come to the rescue. Tyson was always my rescuer or rescuee, and Ben was Bree's. We were the perfect quartet together, always looking out for one another.

"Okay babe?" Tyson panted in my ear hours later on the dance floor, he was an amazing dancer. I spun around.
"Perfect," I grinned, hooking my arms around his neck and allowing myself to be taken with him. His shoulders were broad, just like I liked them and he was tanned and chiseled. If I ever went back to America, I don't think I could return to the pale skin on guys.

"You're amazing, Tyson." I said to him on impulse as we danced together. He just looked down at me with his great cheeky grin and answered me with a kiss. His lips were perfect and seemed to fit with mine like a puzzle. His hands pulled tighter on my waist just as my hands knotted in his shaggy sun-bleached hair. The music seemed to get faster and the world was spinning and we were tangled as one. I needed to breathe so I resurfaced for oxygen. His lips moved to my neck for a few seconds before he lifted his head to press his forehead to mine.

"As are you." He whispered. I couldn't help but dance with him all night. Tyson and I weren't a couple, but we weren't your average best friends either. This was definitely not our first kiss, no way. We shared so many moments like these that I lost count. Some nights strangers were wonderful, people you could get lost with and then never think about again, but some nights, I liked to revel in the fact that I had the best best friends in the world, and the sexiest.

I had just broken away from Tyson's arms to get a drink when I saw him. I knew him. My eyes locked with his deep chocolate pools and they seemed to stay there indefinitely. They were so familiar, I couldn't believe it... The way they penetrated you so that they felt as if they were looking straight into your soul. The way they seemed to read the true you and know all your thousands of secrets, and most especially, the way they made my heart lurch.

No.

It couldn't be, I was in Australia, thousands of miles away...

Could it?

And I had lost him. In those few seconds he had slipped away from my line of sight and I nearly dropped to the floor and lost it there and then. Instead I dipped and twisted through the masses of sweaty, pumping bodies, determined to find him. I felt like I was drowning so I shoved and pushed and yelled at people, forcing my own pathway.

"Jacob!" I cried when I reached the end of the wave of bodies, running towards his retreating back, covered in his tight black tee.

"Jacob!" I screamed even louder. I reached him and grabbed his shoulder, swinging him around. I felt alight with a glow I hadn't felt years.

"It's me, Jake, it's -"

"Excuse me, Miss?"

My heart seemed to drop to the darkest bottom chamber of my stomach. It seemed to turn and contract and pull. It flopped up until it was in my throat, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I must have gone paler than I already was because I felt no warmth in my face, like all the blood was gone.

This was not Jacob Black.

He could have been, maybe his brother. But Jacob didn't have a brother and if he did this other Black would not have the perfect Australian accent this man had acquired.

But he reminded me so...

"Miss?" He pressed. I realised that this poor man had just been half spear-tackled to the ground by what seemed like some crazy drunk chick.

"I... I..." I stammered. I hadn't stuttered in so long, it was a pathetic habit I had long since lost.

"Bella!" Came a cry. "Bella are you okay!?" It was the wrong voice. It was Tyson and before I even noticed I was on the ground he had swooped me up in his arms.

"Bella, what the hell is going on!?" He demanded. I wondered if he had witnessed the whole scene. It would have seemed odd, now I think about it.

"Is she okay?" The man asked. His voice even resembled Jacob's.

"I'm sure she's fine," Tyson sighed. "Thank you." He said genuinely to the man.
"No worries." He said, giving me a gentle smile. "I hope you find this Jacob you speak of."

And with that, my hope diminished and the man walked away.

"Jacob?" Tyson exclaimed, looking at me with questioning eyes.

"Take me home, Tyson." I said. Tyson just gave me a sympathetic pat before carrying me back to the taxi stand. Within two minutes we were joined by Bree and Ben. Bree dropped to my side.

"Bella, honey, are you okay?" She said, wrapping her arms around me and holding me tight. I wondered what Tyson had said to them when he called them to get them out of Pacific Pump. She's nuts. She went wacko and groped some dude, I think she's lost it.

"I'm fine."

"Do you want to-"
"No." I cut her off. No, I did not want to talk about it. Bree knew most of my past. She knew I left Jacob behind and that made me all the more ashamed.

I didn't even want to think about it. I hadn't thought of Jacob Black much these past years, it was easier that way. I had managed to keep all my painful memories locked up in a secret chamber of my mind. But now, even so many years on, just one reminder sent me spiraling back to the images and thoughts. Every smile, laugh, tear, scream.

It was then that I realised how much I needed Jacob Black.

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