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A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes

Hindsight is 20/20, right? What if Bella knew the events of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and the first portion of Breaking Dawn before they transpired? How would the story change? Would it stay the same. Thanks to MRSBellaCullenBlack for the amazingly wonderful banner! A Dream is a Wish your Heart Makees


9. The Talk

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After eating very little for lunch, I watched in silence as almost everyone in our party either visited the tide pools, or walked up to the little shop owned by Quil Ateara Sr.

After a few minutes, Jacob stood up and began to walk toward my driftwood bench. Sitting down, he asked, “You’re Isabella Swan, aren’t you?”

“I prefer Bella.” I replied, trying very hard to not smile like an idiot. It was so good to talk to him again.

“I’m Jacob Black.” He said, extending his hand. “You bought my dad’s truck.”

“Hi. I should probably remember you from my visits here…”

“Nah. I was little. You’d probably remember my sisters, Rachel and Rebecca.”

“Yeah. I remember them. Charlie and Billy threw us together while they fished a couple of times.”

“That sounds like Charlie and my dad.” We both laughed. It was so nice to hear his laugh again. I had caused him so much pain. I couldn’t do that to him this time.

“So how do you like the truck?” Jake asked as a little smirk played across his face.

“I love it. I don’t ever want to give it up.” Stupid before and after cars! Did I really need four thousand pounds of body armor surrounding me at all times?

“Yeah, but it’s really slow. I was so relieved when Charlie bought it. My dad wouldn’t let me work on building another car when we had a perfectly good vehicle right there.” He sighed, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“It’s not that slow.” Compared to Edward it was, but the truck went faster than I did, and that was all I asked for.

“Have you tried to go over sixty?” Jake asked.

“No, but my best friend here has. She hates the truck.” I smiled a little. I had to wonder if my car was going to make it through the school year. Alice knew her way around cars, and would love an excuse to get me a foreign car.

“Well, don’t try. It will be a bad experience. Who is your best friend? Do I know her?”

Oops. How was I going to get Jacob to talk about the Cullens when he knew I hung out with them? I decided to be evasive. “So, you build cars?”

Jake seemed to roll with the subject change. “When I have free time, and parts. You wouldn’t happen to know where I could get my hands on a master cylinder for a 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit?” He joked.

I could see the car, sitting up on blocks in his little plastic shed workshop. Thinking of it almost made me homesick.

“Sorry, I haven’t seen any lately, but I’ll be sure to keep my eyes open.” We laughed again.

Suddenly, Lauren interrupted our happy banter. “You know Bella, Jacob?”

“We’ve sort of known each other since I was born,” he laughed, looking at me.

“How nice,” her voice said she thought it was anything but nice.

A few minutes later she called, “Bella, I was just saying to Tyler that it was too bad none of the Cullens could come out today. I thought for sure you would have invited them, seeing as you’re like best friends with Alice.”

I cringed inwardly as Sam stiffened, and looked incredulously in my direction. “You mean Dr. Carlisle Cullen’s family?” He asked, almost angrily.

“Yes, do you know them?” Lauren asked condescendingly, not quite looking at Sam.

“The Cullens don’t come here,” turning to me he advised, “A word to the wise, don’t make them your best friends. It will only lead to disaster.”

By this time Lauren’s attention had been won by Tyler, who had a CD in his hand. She hadn’t heard Sam’s reference to the Cullens.

Jake, sensing my tension interrupted, “So is Forks driving you crazy yet?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe that means I am. Actually, Forks is exciting.”

He looked at me as if I were insane. “Are you sure you’re alright here? No one likes Forks.”

“My dad does.”


I decided that now was as good a time as any to implement my find-out-what-the-Cullens-true-nature plan. Trying to be flirtatious enough to get what I wanted, I looked up from underneath my eyelashes and asked, “Do you want to walk down the beach with me?”

Walking up the beach with Jacob brought back so many memories, both good and bad. Good because I was with my best friend; bad because my true love was gone.

Already knowing his age, I asked,” Do you come up to Forks much?”

“Not too much, but when I get my car finished I can go up as much as I want- after I get my license,” He smiled at me.

Now that the ice was broken, on to the real questions. “Who was that boy talking to Lauren back there? He looks a little older than we do.”

“That’s Sam – he’s nineteen,”

“What was he saying about the Cullens?” I asked, not making eye contact. I felt horrible. Using him like this wasn’t what I wanted to do, but I had to maintain the chain of evidence. I had to learn about vampires and werewolves to make my story sound credible later on.

“The Cullens? Oh, they’re not supposed to come onto the reservation.” He looked at the waves as they came crashing in onto the rocky shoreline.

“Why not?”

“Oops. I’m not supposed to say anything about that.”

“I won’t tell anyone, I’m just curious.” I smiled, and fluttered my eyelashes, hoping it would work.

“Why do you want to know? Didn’t Lauren say that you’re friends with one of their daughters? Why do you want to hear this stuff about them?”

“They’re my friends. Wouldn’t you be interested in what other people have to say about your best friend?” I argued, desperately hoping that he would accept my words.

Jacob thought for a full minute before nodding, and saying, “Yeah, I guess that makes sense. If you promise to not tell anyone, I’ll tell you.”


Thinking for a few minutes, Jacob finally asked, “Do you like scary stories?”

“I love them,” especially when they involve my future family. We walked over to “our” tree. It was bleached pale white, and looked like a strange species of spider.

Sitting down, Jacob began, “Do you know any of our old stories, about where we came from – the Quileutes, I mean?”

“Not really,” I hoped Jake wouldn’t spot me in my lie. I had attended one of their council meetings in my dream, where I had heard many of their stories. I knew a lot more about the Quileutes origins than most people did.

“Well, there are lots of legends, some of them claiming to date back to the Flood – supposedly, the ancient Quileutes tied their canoes to the tops of the tallest trees on the mountain to survive like Noah and the ark. Another legend claims that we descended from wolves – and that the wolves are our brothers still. It’s against tribal law to kill them.

“Then there are the stories about the cold ones.” Jacob lowered his voice, rolling his eyes a little. One day, very soon, he would believe all the stories he scoffed at right now.

“The cold ones?” I asked, trying to act slightly scared.

“Yes. There are stories of the cold ones as old as the wolf legends, and some much more recent. According to legend, my own great-grandfather knew some of them. He was the one who made the treaty that kept them off our land.”

And so our conversation went until everything was explained. The Cullens were vampires. Now that I “knew,” Edward and I could have an honest heart-to-heart. I had a hard time not smiling.

Walking back to the group of humans, I expressed my gratitude to Jacob. “Thanks for telling me all those cool stories. I’ll take the information to the grave. I’m guessing Charlie wouldn’t like to hear about it.” I knew he wouldn’t.

“Yeah, last time my dad brought it up, Charlie chewed him out pretty good. It would probably be best to leave keep a closed mouth on the subject.” Jake rolled his eyes.

“Will do. It was great to meet you, Jacob. I-“

Just then, Mike called out, “There you are, Bella,”

Jake glared in Mike’s direction. “Is that your boyfriend?”

“No. Mike is just a friend.” I preferred vampires, thank you very much.

“Does he know that?” Jacob asked, raising an eyebrow.

I laughed. “I’m not sure.”

“So when I get my license….,”

“You and Billy should come over for dinner.” I had a narrow window of opportunity to actually be friends with him. I was going to take that opportunity, and then try to say goodbye without actually saying goodbye. I had to spare his feelings. I loved him too much not to.

Mike and Jessica came up to me now. “Where have you been?” He asked, a little territorially.

“Jacob was telling me some stories. It was really interesting.” I smiled in happiness. I had the information I needed. Now, I could move on with Edward. I had hated pretending not to know these past couple of weeks. I’d been stuck in limbo. It wasn’t pleasant.

“Well, we’re packing up – looks like it’s going to rain soon anyway.” We all looked up. The gray sky had dark clouds gathering over the water.


“It was nice to see you again,” Jacob said, teasing Mike a little.

“It really was.” Just as I was about to invite myself down to La Push, I thought better of the idea. Better to have as little as possible to break off, Bella….

Just as the first rain drops of the day began to fall, I climbed into Mike’s Suburban. I climbed into the back between Angela and Tyler, who were both kept occupied by others. I was free to dwell upon the information Jacob had supplied. Tuesday couldn’t come fast enough for me!