Can Jacob's and Bella's friendship last? Bella goes to visit Jake to talk about everything. One-shot
Some of the words in italics are from the Moulin Rouge! song One Day I'll Fly Away. All recognizable characters are property of Stephenie Meyer, not me.
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Why live life from dream to dream…
I sat in my truck; the engine was groaning loudly at having idled so long. Jake’s house was being pelted with rain. What had happened? Was it really so bad that the Cullens were back? Was the idea of seeing me after I chose Edward’s life over him so repulsive? Maybe… a small voice in my head responded. No, Jake wasn’t like that… at least I thought he wasn’t. I sat there for another few minutes, hoping that someone would come out, Billy at least. But no one came.
And dread the day when dreaming ends…
I heard Bella’s truck, my dad’s truck, outside. I felt the urge to rush out and see her, but then I remembered why she was there: the bloodsuckers. If Alice hadn’t come back, we would still be friends. If Edward hadn’t come back, we might have been more. But she chose them over me, even if I promised never to hurt her. I would never have left her the way they did. I would have been there for her when she needed me. But maybe she didn’t need me. She had them, and that’s how life is.
I walked up to the door and knocked. I saw the curtain pulled away, then it swished back into place. The door clicked and opened.
“Bella,” Jacob said, more of a statement than a welcome.
“Jake…” I whispered, “how are you?”
“Fine,” he responded gruffly.
“Can I…can I come in?”
His house was the same, small yet comfortable. But this visit there was a coldness that wasn’t there before. I felt his eyes boring into my back as I walked in. He closed the door softly.
“Where’s your dad?” I mumbled, trying to start a conversation.
“He’s at a Council Meeting. Won’t be back ‘til later.”
“You came here to talk to him?”
“Then why did you come, Bella?”
I turned and looked at him. He wasn’t the Jacob I had known before, nor was he the Jacob that did Sam’s bidding without question; he was a cold Jacob, a Jacob without emotion.
“Jake—” I started to say, but tears escaped before I could stop them. I turned away; I didn’t want to let him know how much this had tormented me. I felt something warm brush my shoulder, his hand. When I turned to look, it was at his side. His expression was pained.
“I’m sorry…” I muttered pathetically. Trying to compose myself, I took a deep breath and started toward the door.
I turned, and he was there. He put his warm arms around me, and pulled me close. Despite my attempts, I started crying again. He moved his hand up and down my back, comfortingly. His head rested on mine; he understood what I couldn’t say.
“Shh…shh…it’s okay…” he whispered into my hair.
I told him everything that night, on the couch. We sat next to each other, and I told him about Volterra. My head rested on his shoulder, and I told him about Edward. He put his hand over mine, and I told him I loved him. He understood everything I told him, even when I told him that as much as I loved him, we could never be together. He understood that we were friends and only friends. Jacob understood that no matter what, I would always think of him as my best friend. He knew that I would have to become a vampire soon, and he understood that, too.
“We won’t be able to be in the same room anymore,” I told him sadly.
“I know, Bells. But I don’t see why you can just stay here with me; Sam and the gang can protect you from Victoria and the Volturi.”
“Jake, I can’t do that. You know I can’t. What would Ed—everyone think?” I knew hearing about Edward and the Cullens would ruin the moment, so I stopped myself.
“Like hell I know, but still, don’t you want to stay with me?”
“Of course I want to stay friends with you, but I, it just wouldn’t work in the long run. The Volturi would crush the pack and I would be responsible for your death. Do you think I want that? I don’t, Jake. I’d rather keep you safe than risk your life—and the pack’s—when I could so easily prevent it.”
“Bella, we can handle the Volturi--”
“No, Jake, you can’t. They could have killed Edward, Alice, and me without even breaking a sweat. Do you really think a pack of wolves is going to stand in their way to get to me? Do you?”
He sighed; he thought he was stronger than the Volturi, I knew it. He thought he could handle five vegetarian vampires, too. I’ll be damned if I let him risk himself for me.
“Jake,” I whispered.
He looked up—down—at me.
“Jake, I don’t know if I’m going to see you again before…before everything…so this is probably good-bye…” I murmured.
I was a fool to believe, a fool to believe; it all ends today, yes, it all ends today. Today is the day when dreaming ends…