A/N: I'm sorry, it seems like forever since I've updated, but I was having a serious case of writer's block on his chapter. It seems like my muses are ready to leave Port Angeles already and delve in to The Rez. This is a short chapter, much shorter than the others, don't kill me. I just wanted to get through it. The next chapter will be the end of Port Angeles and the beginning of the Rez. I've got some fun things in-store there.

ENJOY

Chapter 18
Just Feels Right

"Oh, this is where I went to school," I held on to Jacob's hand tightly. Jacob had parked several blocks away, since the elementary school, middle school and high school I attended were all within a few blocks of each other. "I'm a roughrider..." I laughed a bit at the sound of this.

"Makes you sound like a gang member or something," He joked looking around the area.

"Yeah, our colors were white and green," I gave a 'hardcore' look and Jacob couldn't contain himself.

"Wow, babe," He pulled me closer and I laughed resting my cheek against his chest. His chuckles were deep and vibrated throughout his chest. I wrapped both of my arms around his waist and sighed.

I wish we could stay like this forever. But, I knew we couldn't.

"That's the old park we used to hang out at after school, loitering teens and all that stuff..." I pointed across the street.

"C'mon lets go..." Jacob headed in the direction of the park.

"Jake," I pulled him back and he looked at me sternly.

"You can't tell me you don't feel the urge to go over there and swing or play on the monkey bars?" He pressed dragging me across the street.

"We're too old to be playing on a playground," I pressed my lips together.

"We are not," Jake pulled the gate open and pushed me through it before I could object. "You're not that old, so stop pretending that you are..." He mused.

I huffed and Jake walked over to the swings taking a seat down on the one in the middle. I rolled my eyes and sat down next to him, not bothering to move at all.

"Tell me about growing up in Port Angeles," He looked around. "I didn't go far outside of the rez, so I have only been here a handful of times..." He cocked his head to the side and gave me that adorable grin.

"The same as growing up any place else, I assure you..." I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing ever happens in Port Angeles, nothing exciting anyway…"

"Ok, fine…" Jacob pumped his legs back and forth. "Who was your first boyfriend?" He questioned, I glanced over at him, pressing my lips together in question. "What?" His brows were lifted.

"Why do you want to know that?"

"Why don't you want me to know?"

"It's not that I don't want you to know, it's just an odd question…"

"Oh c'mon… do you think I'm going to hunt him down and hurt him?"

"You might," I smiled shyly.

He laughed, "Ok, you might be right…" He mused shrugging his shoulders. "But, seriously, c'mon… tell me…"

"Cody McPherson," I lolled my head from side to side, remembering my first boyfriend. He was boyishly handsome and I was just an innocent sixteen year old girl. We were really good friends and made a pretty decent couple.

"What happened with him?"

I lifted a shoulder, "Not sure, we just kind of stopped dating, I guess… we were still friends… but just didn't see each other anymore…"

"No fight? Or name calling?"

"No," I laughed shaking my head at him.

"Oh, that's no fun…" He grinned at me wickedly, his swing going higher and higher.

"I never said my life was full of excitement," I grinned at him, moving my legs back and forth rapidly. He gave me a bemused look, "I did have on boyfriend that was kind of weird and things got kind of dramatic…"

He slowed down a little bit, "How dramatic?"

"He got kind of stalkerish after I broke up with him," Jake put both of his long legs straight down stopping his movement, "Relax, it was harmless and in like the eleventh grade." I tried hard not to laugh. "Besides, I haven't seen that kid in years,"

He seemed to relax a bit and I continued, "I didn't date anyone seriously again until Donovan," I pressed my lips together in thought.

"What exactly happened between you and Donovan?"

My face scrunched up in annoyance, "A lot of things, I guess, but the worst was…" I rolled my eyes. "He really just humiliated me, personally…" I chewed on my bottom lip. "We worked together at the Bean when I first moved to Gunnison," Jacob turned in his swing so that he was facing me. "I was completely in love with him,"

Jacob let out a low guttural growl and I grabbed on to his swing, pulling him closer to me. I pressed my lips to his, in a comforting manner and he gave a small smile.

"It ended after he cheated on me and then flaunted it and her around The Bean, on a day that I was off but came in anyway to surprise him for our anniversary…" I shrugged my shoulders. "It hurt like hell,"

"Jeez, Molly…" Jacob breathed; he pulled my swing closer to him.

"Then he waltzes in to The Bean after all this time and thinks that he can sweet talk his way back in to my life…" I shook my head sadly.

"I don't know if I can promise to be nice to him the next time I see him…" Jake admitted, letting his hands fall from the chains of the swing to my waist.

I fought off the smile that played at my lips, "Well, just so you know…" I placed my hands on the tops of his thighs. "I don't think I'm going to be able to be nice to her if I ever meet her…"

Jacob's lips twitched a bit and he kissed me, "I don't think we'll be running in to the Cullens anytime soon…"

I smiled at this statement; I sure as hell hoped we wouldn't. I didn't want to have to deal with any other supernatural beings, or deal with any drama.

"So, tell me more about life in Port Angeles…" He murmured against my lips.

I rolled my eyes and pulled back just a bit to look at his handsome face. He gave me a look that said I had better start talking. Laughing, I slipped from my spot in the swing and headed over to the monkey bars.

"Well…" I turned around to look at him just as I was reaching up for the bars. Jacob smirked and headed over after me, his eyebrows raised.

I grabbed a hold of the monkey bars and told Jacob everything I could about myself and living in Port Angeles. From where I grew up, and my friends along the way; he was shocked when I told him that I had lost touch with one of my closest friends, and that pretty much I kept to myself in Gunnison.

Rory being my only true friend.

"You'd like Rory," I mused, we were now sitting on the Merry-Go-Round. He had gotten a running start and we were slowly spinning around in circles. "She's a trip," My lips pursed together. "She's a firm believer in the unbelievable…"

"Like werewolves?" Jacob questioned.

"Yes, exactly…" I noted. "She would be complete enthralled if she knew vampires were real…." I rolled my eyes. "She's the biggest Anne Rice lover I know…"

"Let's make sure we keep that bit of information away from her, we don't want her to become some bloodsucking leach, now do we?" Jacob sounded just a little bitter.

"Definitely, my only best friend is not going to be some blood thirsty creature…" I nodded.

Jacob leaned back against the center of the Merry-Go-Round, and his hand wrapped around mine. I looked down and smiled at him, I loved it whenever he touched me. It just felt so right.

Everything about us felt right.

I pulled myself to my knees and inched over to him, I was tired of talking about myself, and I was sure that he was tired of hearing about every aspect of my life. He lifted an eyebrow in question and all I could do was lean forward to press my lips against his.

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