Okay, so I'm back to trying to update my chapters after the amazing Beta's at PTB have helped with my horrific grammar. Big thanks to Kisbydog and Theswandive for their incredible betaing skills! A big thanks to Bonnysammy for validating my story, and making sure it's easier for everyone to read!
So now - Jake's point of view! A little history on why Jake's head over heels for Bella, and his point of view on what happened at the Beach.
Legal: Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight related. I, sadly, own nothing. *single tear*
JPOV
Bella Swan was moving back to Forks.
Bella Swan, the girl that I had been in love with since I was eight, was moving back to Forks. I remember the summer when it happened; Bella had been down to the Rez with her dad and was playing with Rachel and Rebecca. Rachel had thrown a mud pie at my face then yelled at me that I'd better not tattle, but Bella had quietly pulled me over to the side of the house and turned on the hose. She had gently washed all the mud off my face and out of my eyes. She dried my face with the inside of her jacket, gave me a peck on my forehead, then turned around and went back to playing with Rachel and Rebecca. I had been smitten ever since.
And now she was back, seventeen-years old and so beautiful from the pictures I had seen at Charlie's place. My teenage hormones could barely contain themselves.
I had spent hours working on the our old Chevy truck ever since Billy mentioned that Charlie may want to buy it for Bella. I wanted to make sure everything was perfect for her. I wanted to let her know I remembered her taking care of me. I was going to have to rein myself in or risk freaking the poor girl out. She probably didn't even remember me..
The night Bella arrived, Charlie invited us over to watch the game. When we finally got there I saw that she was more beautiful in person, and so shy. And that blush! I couldn't help but smile every time I saw her blush, wondering what she was embarrassed about. At first, she was really quiet, but by the third inning she started opening up. I wished that there was something about me that would make her comfortable enough to open up to me. A few times I sensed she wanted to say more but wouldn't, or couldn't because Charlie and Billy were there.
And then Charlie basically asked her out on a date … for me. I couldn't believe it. On one hand, I was mortified that they would pressure poor Bella to hang out with me, but on the other hand, I was soaring at the prospect of spending a day with her alone. And she didn't seem resistant or disappointed, so I took that as a good sign.
When she finally arrived at my place Saturday morning, I felt like I was on fire. I was so excited that I couldn't help but pull her into a huge hug the moment I saw her.
Way to play it smooth, jackass. You're gonna scare her off.
But then she smiled at me, and I was elated. Bella wanted to change, so I brought her inside and showed her to the tiny bathroom. As I turned, I could hear her start to get undressed.
Oh my god. She's getting naked in my bathroom. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Don't think about it.
I all but sprinted to the fridge and started grabbing sodas and sandwiches and jamming them into the cooler. Eyeing over everything, I realised I needed a towel. And that the towel was in the linen cupboard – next to the bathroom.
Dammit!
Again, with more speed than necessary for our tiny house, I ran to the closet, grabbed the first towel on top, and ran back to the living room.
"Ready to go?" I asked as she walked into the living room. I needed to get out of the house; I was bouncing with nervous energy.
"Um, yeah I think so." She let me lead her to the path by my house that wove its way down to the beach. We travelled in silence, and just as I was turning to say something to her, she lurched forward with a grunt. I don't know how I did it – it was almost like it happened in slow motion, but I managed to grab her by the arm and stop her from eating gravel.
"Whoa, easy, Bella." I set her on her feet again, and she blushed. It was so beautiful to see. "Eager to get there, are we?" I realised I was touching her, and I didn't want to let go, so I grabbed her hand. "Clearly the only way to get you there in one piece is for me to hold on to you."
God, she's so soft, and so small.
I lamely convinced myself that she needed my help, although I'm sure she would have been fine. I brought her to my favourite spot on the beach, by a big driftwood log. I reluctantly let go of her hand to set down the cooler and spread my towel out. I saw that she was doing the same, and then saw she had brought a blanket.
Beautiful and smart.
"Great idea, Bella!" I threw my towel over the log and laid the blanket out for the both of us, then threw the cooler on top to make sure it didn't fly away while we were swimming later. I kicked off my shoes and sprawled out on the blanket. I reached for the cooler to grab us some drinks.
We sat for a while and I started fantasizing about her. Her long brown hair, her creamy skin, those huge chocolate eyes... I was starting to get really hot thinking about her. I quickly stood up, hoping it would be warm enough for her to swim now – I needed to cool off.
"Ok, Bella, it should be warm enough for you to swim now." I offered my hand to her, eager to feel her skin again. Touching her sent a flash of heat from my hand up through my arm, and down to my stomach. I hurriedly shrugged out of my shirt, hoping for some relief from the heat. I half expected Bella to do the same, but then I realised she was just standing there, bright red, not moving. I wasn't sure what to do. "Uh … Bella? Are you okay? Do you not want to go swimming anymore?" I sure as hell hoped that wasn't the case, because: a) I was going to start to get a fever soon and b) I really, really wanted to see her in her bathing suit.
"Oh … uh … fine, Jake! Um … just debating uh … whether I'd need um … sunscreen."
Ha ha.
That was not the response I was anticipating. I never really wore sunscreen, and it wasn't on my radar of beach-related needs. Before I was ready for it, Bella hurried out of her clothes and bent over her bag looking for sunscreen. She stood up, and I couldn't help but gawk at her. She had a dark brown bikini on, similar in colour to her hair, and her fair skin contrasted perfectly against the suit. Then she almost killed me by starting to rub the cream all over herself.
Holy shit. Don't think about it. Think about baseball, think about the Rabbit. Do not think about this beautiful creature rubbing herse … Dammit!
Then she did the last thing I was expecting. She turned to me and asked me the best question I had heard in my short fifteen years.
"Hey, um, do you mind getting my back?" I almost died. Right there. I stood rigid as she offered me the bottle and turned around. Then her tiny hands lifted up some stray hairs off her shoulders. I tentatively moved towards her with the bottle in my hands. I counted to five in my head before gently rubbing some of the cream on her shoulders and down her back.
God, she felt so good.
She was so soft under my touch. I tried to make sure I was covering all of her, but I was so distracted by her skin. Then I heard a small moan. Tada! Insta-Erection!
What do I do now?
I would be mortified if she turned around and saw my wood pointing directly at her, as if to say 'You. I want you.' So I did the only reasonable thing and ran as fast as I could towards the cold water, and away from the tempting goddess on the beach.
Dammit, she's gonna think I'm crazy!
"Last one in has to make lunch!"
LAME! That was so lame.
She was going to think I was a loser at this rate. But contrary to what I thought, she charged into the water after me.
"No fair!" she called after me. "You got a head start!" Then she came splashing towards me. I scooped her up into my arms and tossed us into the oncoming wave.
I may just be the luckiest guy in the world.
