Chapter 7! Sorry it took a little longer than usually, but I hope it was worth the wait.

Special thanks always to my beta lellabeth for helping me with just about everything.

Ps. I do not own twilight, all twilight related characters belong to Stephenie Meyer

Previously on 'You Found Me'

I can buy one bottle of syrup for $3 but if I buy two for $5 that makes one bottle $2.50. Crap! I'm turning into my grandmother.

"Excuse me, Miss?" someone calls out in my direction.

"Yes," I say, turning around. I gasp as I recognize the person.

"Jacob?"

Chapter 7: Realizations

JPOV (three hours before)

"Brad, it was a one-time thing for crying out loud!"

He stares at me, seeing past my lie.

"This is ridiculous! You wake me up at 5:00 am just because you find a cigarette. I'm not wasting my time on this, I'm going to bed." I say before pulling the blankets back over my head and rolling until my back is to him.

"It's not just one cigarette I found, there was more." He screams, pulling the blankets from me. He's trying to ** me off.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I spit, inches from his face.

"Oh yeah, then explain to me why there are about six empty packs in your drawer." he questions, throwing the empty packs at me.

"You went through my stuff?!"

"It was the only way I could find out the truth." He says desperately. I can't believe this.

"You know what? screw this," I say, gathering my coat and wallet.

"Baby,"

"No," I say, not wanting to hear any more. I gather up my keys and slam the door behind me.

I drive for a while after that not knowing where I was headed. I planned on going to the bar, but it's too early to get drunk. I need a cig- What? I look frantically in my pocket hoping to pull one out. **, Brad really did take them all.

Subconsciously, I check in my wallet it to see if I have cash. They just aren't that cheap now-a-days. I got about ten dollars in singles that should be enough. I can't go to the Gas Station across the street because Quill works there and he'll probably rat on me. The closest market is about a half hour away. Starting up the car again, I think to myself, why did I ever let him convince me to move out of the city?

Son of a gun cop pulled me over, making the half hour trip turn into an hour-long one. Apparently he could have sworn I was speeding. When he didn't get me for that, he asked if I was drunk. Ran all types of test, and let's just say I'm having a ** of a morning. I got a ticket because apparently, you're not allowed to smoke while driving. What is this?

Once I get to the market, I slam the front door of the car, not even bothering to lock it, before running to my favorite aisle. I get my lighter and three packs and throw them into the cart. I figure, if Brad finds one, at least I have two more.

Even after bad mouthing him this entire morning, and even though he went through my stuff, I can't help but feel like **. I know he meant well - in a way. He's only doing this cause my uncle died of lung cancer. Little ** has me going sweet for him.

Sighing, I pick up what's left of my sorrow and head over to look for some strawberries. He loves to wipe any chocolate from my face with them. That reminds me, we need more chocolate too.

I walk around the store and can't find the strawberries, and this place doesn't even have signs for the sections. You're basically just supposed to know where everything is.

I turn to look for a manager when I see some woman with nice fresh strawberries in her cart looking at the syrup.

"Excuse me, Miss?" I call out, wanting to know where she found them.

"Yes," She says, turning around to face me. It couldn't be... "Jacob?" She asks, eyes wide open.

BPOV

"Bella, is that really you?" He says, grinning from ear to ear. I can't help it, I run to him and wrap him in a hug, my arms around his neck.

"Oh my god, it's so good to see you again." I whisper to him.

Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me tighter against him. "It's good to see you too." He replies.

Pulling away, I stay facing him. "How have you been? I haven't seen you since..."

"High School," he adds.

"Wow," I say looking down ashamed. "It's really been a while, hasn't it."

"Yeah," he whispers gently placing his thumb under my chin and tilting my head to face him, before pulling it back again.

"So, you didn't answer my question," I state awkwardly.

"Right," he says again, equally awkward. He claps his hands, "Well, I am working as a column writer for the town's newspaper."

"That's great," I say smiling, "You always were an amazing writer. What's your next column going to be about?"

He smiles to the ground before finally looking up at me. "My relationship,"

"You're in a relationship?!" I nearly shout, shocked. Last I remember Jake was always sleeping around.

He laughs "Well, don't be too surprised."

"I'm sorry, it's just - wow. You really have changed." I reply amazed. I always thought he would stay a ladies man.

"That's what a couple of years can do to you," He answers back sarcastically.

"So who's the lucky lady?" I ask, finally plucking up the courage to do so.

He looks at me amused. What did I do now?

"His name is Brad, Brad Clover." he states, big grin across his face.

WHAT?!

"Wait...but how is that...ARE YOU GAY?" The moment that slips from my lips, I slap my hand over my mouth. Instantly I regret blurting that out. "I'm so sorry Jake, I didn't mean to say it like that!"

"It's okay, you're always speaking before thinking." He laughs as I get increasingly embarrassed.

"It's just... Last I heard, you were sleeping around with half of New York. How did that change?" Again, I regret my words. There really is no way for me to word this well.

"I'm not gay, in a way. I'm bi." Oh... "Besides, Brad's my first boyfriend. It's not as though I've been with many guys."

"Wow," I say smiling in amazement. "I'm really happy for you. When's the wedding?" Crap, there I go again.

"For now, we're just planning on being engaged. Once the government accepts us, we'll be married that very day."

Aw.

"You guys must be really in love." I reply, pride making me smile.

"Yeah well, I mean we have our ups and downs. We're not a perfect couple, every day's a fight."

BUZZ! BUZZ!

To: Isabella Swan

From: Renée Swan

Subject: Visit ME!

Edward gave us his house number when you guys were here. We've called for about hour and Edward says you're still out. You two HAVE to visit us again on New Year's. Your Dad is grilling hamburgers! So please come and bring some good food. The universe only knows what might come alive out of that grill on New Year's. TTYL

Mommy

Who taught her what 'ttyl' means? I swear my mom is getting younger while I'm getting older.

Edward?... Oh shoot!

I turn back to Jacob apologetically. "I'm sorry Jake, I really have to go."

"It's fine, don't worry about it." he says.

"Okay, let me at least give you my number so we can meet up sometime. I'll be in town until the 2nd so call me so I can meet that fiancé of yours." I say, grabbing a pen out of my bag and writing my number on his hand.

"Sounds good," he says, pulling me into a warm good-bye hug.

"Oh, and Bella?" he calls just as I'm about to walk away.

"Yeah," I say, slowly turning back to him.

"Where did you find those strawberries?" He asks innocently. I can't help but smile.

I turn and point him to the aisle. "There, right next to the berries."

While running over, he turns his head and looks back to me. "You're a lifesaver."

There it is Chapter 7. I really hope that you guys liked it.

I want to give a quick thanks to everyone who has continued to read this story, it means so much to me, you can't even imagine.

See you guys next week, On time.

- B