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I could not understand why she liked it so much. The rain. When we were in her room packing for her to leave and she mournfully threw all her tank tops into a pile to give to me, she said that she hated Forks because of the rain. Now, on the phone when I called her in response to the wedding invitation, she sounded like the rain was the greatest thing since…well Edward Cullen, her fiancé. For being so against marriage at a young age, Aunt Rene and my mother sure were exited about this wedding. So much so, that we were flying in two weeks early in order to help out. Edward/Bella, Jacob/OC

I can't stop writing. It's boardering on obessive.

8. That-This-It

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Jacob sat up quickly and stared at the phone against my ear. My mouth hung open in surprise at the sound of my cousin's voice.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I just-I just wanted to say goodbye."

"You said goodbye," I pointed out. My voice sounded weak to me, not sharp like I had wanted it to sound like. She was going to by my enemy, and I could barely stand it.

"Not like that." She was silent for a minute and so was I. Jacob had come and sat behind me so that I could lean against his chest. His chin rested on my head and I could hear his uneven breathing.

"It's-I just want you to know that I will always love you. Both of you."

"Both of us?"

"You and Jacob." I could hear the tears in her voice. "I'm sure you two are inseparable by now."

That got me. "Was I the only one left in the dark about the whole Imprint thing?"

Bella laughed slightly. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything. It wasn't my place."

"No, I guess you have different loyalties," I snapped. Here's the thing about me. Every emotion I have is evident in my voice. I may be able to school my face, but once I opened my mouth everyone knew what I was really thinking. I sounded angry now.

"You don't want me to do this."

"Of course I don't!"

"You're kind of biased-"

"I didn't want you to do with before I found out that Jacob was mine." I felt him stiffen and I knew I had struck a low blow in reminding Bella that the other man she loved no longer belonged to her. "What person would want you to kill yourself besides Edward? Why would I want to put Uncle Charlie, Aunt Rene, Phil and my mother through the pain of your memorial service when the news of your death reaches us? Not to mention, having to see the rest of the Cullens there pretending to mourn for you and their son! It's not right."

"Edward loves me, Evy, and I love him. I want to be with him forever."

"Then you should wait until Charlie and Rene are dead! Forever is a long, long time Bella."

"I thought you said you would support me."

"I haven't tracked you down and sicked a werewolf on you have I?" Silence met that angry remark. I took deep breath. Jacob had gotten up and began to pace the small room. His face kept twisting into odd expressions and he was breathing heavily.

"Bella," I said quietly. "I'm sorry." I sighed. "It's just...when you, and you will, regret this decision, I will not be able to pull you out. I can't keep my promise to you anymore."

"I know," Bella said softly. "I don't ask you too."

Silence. Jacob had stopped pacing and had come and sat next to me again. "Goodbye," I said, finally. I was done fighting. I was tired. I would never be able to gain anything from hurting her, myself and Jacob.

"Parting is such sweet sorrow."

"I wish I could say, see you in the morrow," I replied with a bitter laugh and a roll of my eyes. That had always been the way we said goodbye. It was a strange and nerdy way, but it was ours.

She laughed softly again. "Maybe, when I get in better control, I can see you again."

"Maybe," I said softly, not meaning it. I didn't want to see what she became. Ever.

Bella hung up and so did I. The room was silent of everything but my pounding heart and I knew I was the only one who could hear that. I felt warm hands take mine and I realized that they were shaking.

"Evelyn, you've gone pale," Jacob said. His voice sounded worried.

"I'm fine," I said quickly. Once again my voice gave away my emotions. It sounded so sad.

"Evelyn," he said again and pulled me closer.

I accepted the hug. It felt good to be with someone who knew what I was going through. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. I think he might have been crying too, but I wasn't sure. I don't know how long with sat there like that, but the next thing I knew, Billy came in.

He took one look at us and the twinkle in his eyes faded. "Bella?"

Jacob nodded. "Tonight."

Billy mirrored his son's nod. "Charlie called, Evelyn. He wants you to come home."

I nodded and got up from Jacob's lap. "Alright."

Jacob and I left quickly. Charlie wasn't mad, just a little worried.

"Your car was here when I got home, wasn't sure where you were."

"Sorry," I apologized. "I should have left a note."

Charlie frowned and I cursed his observation skills. "Is something wrong?"

"No," I said quickly. "It's nothing, just-"

"Some stupid punks," Jacob interrupted. "It's taken care of." He grinned to show he had done something major to the ‘stupid punks' and Charlie seemed appeased.

"None of your friends, I hope," he said.

"Of course not. Embry's a flirt, but he doesn't mean any harm."

Charlie nodded.

"I'll see you later, Evelyn."

I looked up at him and he winked. Neither of us wanted to be alone. Jacob would be back. "Bye," I said.

When Jacob left, I turned to Charlie who was staring at me.


"Be careful," he said. "Bella hurt him badly. I don't want you to get hurt."

I grinned and rolled my eyes. "Charlie, there is nothing going on between me and Jacob."

"Fine, fine. Just, don't do anything you'll regret."

"Alright," I said to humor him. "I'm going to bed."

I showered quickly and changed into my PJs. I wore a big shirt this time...just in case.

Charlie called a goodnight just as I closed my door. I turned around and nearly screamed when I saw Jacob sitting there.

"My god!" I breathed. "You scared me."

"Sorry," he smiled.

I stood by the door and he continued to look at me. I felt very...self conscious in my pajamas. I didn't look very pretty unless I tired and...well I had just taken off whatever makeup I had on, not to mention my hair was a curly mess.

"You look nice," Jacob finally said, as if reading my mind.


Jacob grinned and shook his head and I went and lay down on my bed. He came over and I scooted over as close to the wall as I could to make room for him. His legs hung over the end of the bed, but other then that he was the perfect fit.

"I don't like it in here," I finally said.

"I know," he said. "I could take you back to the Rez, but I want to be alone with you."

I looked up at him to find his eyes inspecting my face. They moved from my lips and lower, before moving up and stopping at my neck. Now, I probably should have been angry for him ogling me like that, but...I somewhat liked it. The neck thing was a little strange though. I know Jacob was definitely not a vampire, so his fascination with it was slightly odd. I found out why soon enough. His lips were very soft when they found my pulse point. I gasped a little and shifted closer to him so he could have better access to it. I realized that I hadn't kissed him yet. You'd think I would have considering.

His lips ran up my jaw and to the corner of my mouth where they stopped. He pulled back enough to talk. "Do you accept me?"

I blinked in surprise. "What?"

"You never said."

I rolled my eyes. Guys were dense...or maybe he couldn't read my mind after all. I sat up and he did too. "Jake?"

A small smile played on my lips as I moved up on my knees, placing them on either side of his thighs so I could look him in the eye.

He swallowed a little and I saw his hand twitch and grip my blanket. "Yeah?" his voice sounded raspy, as if he was having a hard time breathing.

"Of course I do." I leaned in and pressed my lips to his. I was going to go for a nice gently kiss, but he seemed to have other ideas. The next thing I knew, I was on my back with a very hard, insistent, mouth trying to gain access to mine.

Truth be told, I had never really been kissed before. At all. And I know for a fact that I had never been kissed like this before. I felt him nibble my bottom lip and I automatically parted my lips for him. He took advantage of this, not that I was complaining or anything. His lips left mine and he trailed kisses down my jaw and back to my neck. He found my pulse point again and began to suck on it.

I moaned a little and moved my hand from his shoulder and down to his chest. His heart beat ten time faster then it had when we were on the hike. I raked my finger nails through the sparse blanket of hair on his chest. He growled against my neck and moved back up to my lips again. I took this as a good sign and slowly, with a bit of hesitation, I began to move my hands over his chest, down his stomach and back up again. This time it was me who deepened the kiss.

I don't know what happened next. I had wrapped my leg around Jacob's hips and pulled him closer to me, when suddenly he was on the other side of the room, breathing heavily.

He blinked a couple times and I sat up. "What did I do?" I asked, the pain of his rejection evident in my voice.

"You? Nothing. At all. It's just-I promised, well we promised, that we wouldn't do any of that-this-It. I- Evelyn, I can rip doors from their hinges. I could hurt you very badly. I thought I could control my strength, but, I didn't know how hard-I mean how difficult-that could be."

I stared at him. Still not believing him.

He realized this and shook his head. "It's not you, baby. If we were in any other situation I would do whatever I wanted to you."

I blinked. "Thanks...I think."

He laughed softly. "Why don't you try to sleep? I'll be right here if you need me."

I nodded and got under my blankets. If only he knew how much I needed him. His kisses had caused a strange, warm, tingling to fill my body and I really wanted it to stop. I knew how to get it to stop too, but Jacob seemed adamant.

"You know," I said finally. "You'll never be able to learn control unless you practice."

He didn't answer me right away. He looked thoughtful about something, but I did not know what. Finally he said, "Good night, Evelyn."