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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.

9. Prove it

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I woke up to find Jacob gone. He left me a note by my pillow.

I had to go patrolling and Charlie kept coming and checking on you. You had nightmares last night that had you screaming. I'll see you when he leaves and we can do something.

Love Jacob

I frowned and thought back about the nightmares. I remember Charlie opening the door and I guess Jacob had hid. Once Charlie left, he had come out and had held me while I slept. Or, that might have been a dream too.

I sat up and looked at the clock. It was ten in the morning, meaning Charlie was gone.

I dressed quickly and went downstairs. Jacob was in the kitchen, poking at a mushy, charred, pile of eggs. I blinked. "Got hungry?"

He jumped a little, nearly breaking the chair. "Um, yeah. I can't cook." He gave me a half smile that started that tingly feeling again. Great.

"I can see that. Neither can I."

I hoped I didn't sound too weird.

I grabbed two bowls and a box of frosted flakes and set them on the table, before making us both a bowl of cereal. That my friends is the limit to my culinary talents.

"Here you go," I said cheerfully.

Jacob was on his third bowl by the time I finished my first.

I shook my head. "Well, Charlie's going to know you were here. He warned me against you, you know. Says I'm a rebound so I shouldn't get attached."

Jacob choked on his food. "You're not a rebound," he growled.

"Prove it." I challenged. I really wanted him to kiss me again, but I was too afraid to go up and do it. I don't know why, he probably would have taken it gladly.

"Later," he said. He had that smirk again.

I scowled at him and got up and put my bowl in the sink. The running water prevented me from hearing Jacob come up behind me. I felt his chest against my back and his warm breath on my neck, as he leaned over me and put his own bowl in the sink. I was suddenly clumsy and dropped my bowl back into the water. He grabbed a cup from the counter and took a drink. Finally, he grabbed my hips and turned me around to face him, reaching behind me and turning off the water.

"It's later," he said.

I wasn't sure what to do with my hands. His were leaning on the counter behind me and there was no room between us for me to cross them over my chest. I settled for his back and felt the tight muscles twitch under my fingers. My nails dug into his flesh as he trailed kisses down my neck, causing him the hiss.

"Sorry," I whispered.

He just grunted and started towards me lips again.

I really can't say we did anything that day besides talk, kiss, kiss, kiss and talk some more. I learned a lot more about Jacob then I had. For instance Embry Call was Jacob's half brother.

"My dad drove a truck before he lost the use of his legs. He met Angelina Call in Portland, Organ. He was drunk. I don't think he would have done it if he hadn't been. My mom was eight months pregnant with me. Embry moved here when I was seven and we were best friends right away. We didn't know we had any connection at all until he phased. My father didn't admit it right away, I think Miss Call didn't want him too. I caught them talking. I-I nearly ripped their faces off, on accident. I hadn't lost control like that in months. Luckily Quil was with me and herded me outside."

"Does Embry know?"

"I told him right away. He moved in with Sam and Emily. He and his mom hadn't been getting along since he phased and found out that one of his best friend's dad, was also his father."

"And you?"

"I forgave him." Jacob shrugged. He needed me and...well I have learned that you have to let things go. Half of it was that I was just done fighting. First the whole Cullen thing and now this. I was tired and it was easier to forgive."

"Very wise," I murmured softly. I hugged him, resting my head on his shoulder. "That's some story."


"You alright?"


"Is that your favorite word?"

"Yeah-no. Don't do that!"

I giggled. "Sorry."

Jacob growled a little and glanced at the clock. "I need to go patrolling. Will you be alright? Charlie will be home soon."

I nodded. "I'll be fine."

He kissed me quickly and left. I went upstairs to do some cleaning up, picking up clothes and books that I had left around. Something caught my eye near the dresser. I bent down and picked it up, inspecting it curiously. It was a small wooden carving of a wolf. There was a small clasp on the top as if it went to a bracelet. I turned it over and saw the initials JB, on the bottom. Jacob must have made it for Bella and she left it.

I had two conflicting emotions at this point. Jealousy, because Bella had his heart before I did, and still did for all I knew, and anger at her for being so cold as to leave in plain sight, the token of his affection.

I set it on the nightstand, debating if I should hide it and pretend I didn't see it to save Jacob the pain, or give it to him. Maybe it would help him get over her faster if I showed him she did not care.

I sighed and picked up the carving, putting it in the drawer of the table. I didn't want to think about it now.

"I'm home," Charlie called.

I called back that I was cleaning up.

"Do you want to get something to eat?"

"Nah, not hungry. You go ahead."

"Alright. I'll be back in a few hours."


I continued my task and went to bed at eight o'clock. At eleven I barely registered the warm body that crawled up next to mine, before falling asleep again.

I awoke the next morning the house phone ringing. It never rang. I sat up and looked over Jacob's dark head at the clock. It read seven in the morning. Jacob propped himself up on his elbow and looked at me. It couldn't be, not this early.

I heard Charlie answer the phone. "Hello? This is he. Yes. She's my daughter. She just got married."

I felt my heart drop. "Oh, God," I whispered.

Jacob wrapped his arms around me.

Charlie's voice carried. "What did you say? No, it can't be." There was silence and I burst into tears.