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Things Happen

What if Bella kissed Jake in the truck? An interesting "what if." Will Edward still take her back? Will Bella want him back? Warning: The rating of this story is subject to change at any time.

This is my first fan fic ever so have pity. I like to have constructive criticism so feel free to leave me a review. Disclaimer: I do not own any charactors or settings. This story is not meant for infringement. All belongs to Stephenie Meyer. Disclaimer #2: No song lyrics in this story belong to me. All belongs to their rightful owners. Chapter #4 is up!

1. My personal sun.

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**Bella's POV**

I knew that if I turned and kissed him on the shoulder then things would progress into much, much more. I did it.

I was tired of waiting for something that would never come. I wanted to be happy, even if it wasn't as happy as I once was with...him. I knew it would make Jake happy too. So, I kissed him on the shouldor.

He looked at me with a questioning look.

"Bella?" he said.

I turned my head away from his shoulder to look into his eyes. There was the most hopeful expression in them.

I kissed him on the lips this time. Softly but with reassurance. I wanted him to know that I had made the decision that he'd been waiting for. He kissed me back.

His arms, which were already around me tightened but it was comfortable. They were just right. I moved my lips with his. It was so different then my kisses with Edward.

I wasn't careful. I didn't need to be. I let my lips part. He didn't enter my mouth though. I could tell he was being careful with me. He didn't want me to pull away and he knew that I would if he got to carried away. He was going at my pace.

I realized something then and there. I liked it when Jacob Black kissed me. Why did I like it though? Because we were going at my pace. I had always gone at Edward's pace, making sure that the need to kiss me was stronger then his need to drink my fragrant blood.

Jacob's lips were soft, warm, and gentle, yet firm. I felt my hands slink up his chest to the back of his neck and found myself playing with his hair. His hair felt nice as I ran it through my fingers. I had realized something else then. I had always wanted to run my fingers through his hair.

We finally had to come back up for air. I kept my hands at the nape of his neck though. It felt nice there just sitting in my truck with his arms around me. He was warm. My whole body was warm and almost tingling. I hadn't felt truly warm since Edward had left.

Finally, Jake broke the silence. "I was wondering when or if that was ever going to happen." he chuckled.

I felt myself blush. I looked down and then back up at him again. There he was. My personal sun. I could finally call him mine. I had a claim on him. I knew he would be mine even if I did have to tell him I was broken. He knew it already, but I didn't know if he knew just how broken Edward had left me. He didn't know that I was a half crazy girl finally aware that chasing hallucinations was not going to solve the hurt, but actually, just make it harder to endure.

I said something then. It didn't sound like my voice though.

I recognized the difference immediately. My heart was beating a thousand miles an hour and I was panting...hard. I hadn't felt this way for a long time. Months, actually.

I said, "Jake, if we're going to do this then we really need to talk. I need to tell you some things. About me...it might sound a little...strange."

"Um, okay. Where do you want to go?" he said still grinning and possibly breathing as hard as I was.

"I know that we just came from La Push, but maybe we could go to First Beach?" I knew that it would probably be the easiest place to tell him. That was where he had told me the truth about Edward and where I told him that I knew that he was a werewolf.

So we went there and I told him everything. I told him about the hallucinations and what had really happened with Edward. He understood and he hugged me when I cried. I had to calm him down a couple of times. I knew I would be okay.