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Summary:
When Rosalie Marcum moves to Seattle she vows to make a new start, to take control and make some changes. Her first brave adventure doesn't quite go as planned, but is certain to change her world forever. "I've not had any woman look at me the way you do," he whispers, voice husky. "I think you've been walking around with your eyes closed Jake," I laugh, raising my eyebrows at him, full of scepticism. His cheeky smile makes a timely appearance. "Oh, yeah, well, there's plenty of that." Modest as always. I'm just about to roll my eyes when his face turns serious again, stopping me in my tracks. "I mean, I've never had anyone look at me like they really..." He pauses, worrying his lip, "Like they really love me. Only me." Oh.


Notes:
Jacob/OC pairing with the inclusion of several other characters from the Twilight series.


4. Chapter Four

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As soon as I'm out of the door I'm hit with the smell of sea air and the wind causes my hair to whip around my face. Directly in front of us, about fifty feet away, is the coastline. It's not exactly Hawaii, but it's still pretty. The sand is dark, littered with large rocks. Out past the shore, further down the coastline, are huge stacks of rock, eroded away from the cliffs, so large they have their own covering of evergreens. Turning, I look at Jacob's house, nestled amongst the trees. It's so tiny it must only contain four rooms, including the two I've been in. However, twenty feet away from the house is a huge garage, twice the size of the house and in front of it is parked a very nice car which Jacob is walking towards. Sleek and black, he beckons me towards it.

"Nice car!" I exclaim as he holds open the door for me. I slide in, noting how spotless his car is compared to his bedroom, and when he hops into the driver's seat he replies,

"Thanks, I fixed her up myself."

"Really? That's so cool." This boy really does have skilled hands. He starts the engine and flashes me a smile,

"It's what I do."

"Hence the massive garage."

"That's right." He starts the engine and we're off, down a small lane then onto a connecting road, at which point he picks up his speed, clearly going over the limit. "What do you do?"

"I'm a midwife. I'm supposed to be starting at Seattle hospital in a few months."

"That sounds a lot cooler than fixing up cars." I smile.

"It's probably just as messy though." He laughs and so do I. How on earth was I so lucky as to end up in this guy's bed? He's so easy to talk to. "So do you go walking in the woods a lot?"

"You could say that," he shrugs, "I do spend a lot of time in them, yeah."

"Somehow I don't think I'll be rushing back." He just chuckles, staring straight ahead, so I turn and watch the world go by the windows. I don't think I'll ever look at these woods the same way again. Endless streaks of green rush past us, then the rain starts to splatter against the windows. Oh well, it's not like I'm not used to the rain. It's just like being at home. "Shit!" I exclaim loudly and Jacob's head whips round to face me, alarmed.

"What's wrong?"

"My car! It was parked along the road last night, shit!" I run my hand through my hair and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Oh, I towed it back to my place after I found you, it's fine."

"Thank you, again. Christ, you really are doing me a lot of favours." The car slows and he parallel parks perfectly against the curb, hoping out and opening my door for me.

"Buy my lunch and we're even," he grins, pulling me out to standing. We've pulled up outside a quaint little diner with faded paint and an aging sign. Jacob pushes the door and a bell jingles our arrival.

"Hi Jake," calls a woman from the counter, stacking some trays, "The usual?"

"Please, Theresa, and… uh?" He looks expectantly to me. Quick decision it is then. Theresa's eyes, lined with crow's feet, flicker to me and she smiles a wide smile, looking me over. I go for a staple favourite.

"Can I just get a ham salad sandwich and a chocolate milkshake, please?"

"Sure," she grins, "Take a seat." Jacob leads us over to a cosy booth in the corner, the red seats shiny from the plastic covering, the table covered in a chessboard patterned tablecloth. Jacob reclines, looking completely at ease, his massive arms resting across the top of the booth, then inclines his head towards me.

"So, tell me about yourself blondie." I scoff.

"For one thing, I don't really appreciate being called blondie." He just grins in reply. "What do you want to know, anyway?"

"Anything, you, your family, whatever." Jake flashes the waitress a winning smile as she hands us our milkshakes. The young girl's knees almost give way as she blushes and stumbles back into the kitchen. Can't say I blame her.

"Not a lot to tell… I'm twenty five… family's back in England. I hate the outdoors, I should think that much is obvious." I shrug, taking a sip of my milkshake. "That's about it really."

"So you hate the outdoors and you were camping alone? Smart," he laughs.

"It was part of a stupid bet. Never been camping before and my friends kept making fun of me."

"I can imagine." I reach out and give him a gentle shove that doesn't move him an inch. Bloody muscles.

"So tell me about you, give me something to make fun of."

"Jacob Black, mechanic extraordinaire and I have two sisters." He narrows his eyes at me and leans forward, as though to whisper something. "I love 70's hair metal." I giggle, stirring my milkshake with my straw. "So there you have it, my darkest secret." He leans back, grinning.

"Darkest huh?"

"The blackest of black." Theresa comes scuttling over with our food and I can't help but gape at the amount she places in front of Jacob. Three sandwiches, all with different fillings, and two portions of fries. No wonder he's massive. He starts to wolf down his fries, only pausing to offer me one, which of course, I take.

"So how old are you?" I ask, starting to pull the crust off my sandwich to be eaten first.

"How old do I look?" he replies between mouthfuls. I hadn't thought about it, really.

"Twenty three, twenty four?"

"Then that'll do nicely," he smiles. I carry on watching him expectantly, but he doesn't offer up any other answer, so I guess my answer was pretty much right.

"What about your parents?"

"My mum passed a long time ago… and my dad… it's been a couple of years now, and my sisters... they moved out a long time ago. They're not too interested it seeing their pesky younger brother." The further along the sentence he gets, the more his eyebrows draw down over his eyes, knotting tightly. Oh god, why did I have to pry. Poor Jacob. I can't imagine losing my parents now, not so young.

"You're all alone?"

"Not completely… I've got… A really tight group of friends. They're more like brothers, really."

"Quil?"

"Yeah, he's one of them." He shakes his head and I get the feeling this topic is over. "So why did you come to America?" Oh great, here we go.

"In short? Bad break-up. Some big life changes were needed so… here I am!"

"Real jerk huh?"

"The biggest." I turn my attention back to my sandwich, trying to stop my mind from wandering too much. God forbid I waste anymore of my thoughts on that piece of… well… whatever.

"His loss." I look up to see Jacob smiling kindly at me and I blush, looking back down at my plate, muttering a thank you. Before long, my sandwich has disappeared, and believe it or not, Jacob is literally minutes behind me. He lets out a contented groan as he finishes, leaning backward and patting his stomach.

"What about you, do you have a girlfriend?" Please don't have a girlfriend, please don't have a girlfriend.

"That's… that's sort of complicated." Ah crap. "I guess I don't. There is someone that means a lot to me… her names Renesmee." What the hell kind of name is that? "She's great, a real sweetheart actually." He's got some silly, goofy grin on his face, all excited and twitchy.

"Oh… right." Come on now Jacob, let's not get too gushy here. I'm in danger of losing my lunch.

"But she made it clear a while back that she doesn't want me in that way, so we're just friends. She moved away with her family a couple years ago."

"That's too bad," I lie, secretly dancing on the inside.

"It was what she wanted, I'm happy for her," he tells me and, to give him credit, I really do believe him.

"Her loss." He smiles at me, bright and beaming, surprisingly cheerful for a guy who has been quite clearly put deep into the 'friend zone'.

"Ready to go?" he asks, starting to slide out of the booth.

"Sure." Once standing I pat my pockets and sigh despairingly. "I don't have my wallet. I'm so sorry," I groan. He places his hand on my back, pleasantly warm through my t-shirt.

"You can get it next time." He walks away and waits at the counter to pay. Next time? Does that mean he wants to go out again? I'll be holding him to that. This guy just looks fantastic from every angle. His t-shirt is clinging tightly to his muscular shoulders and back, creating that perfect inverted triangle. Every little move he makes you can see rippling underneath his clothes. Oh god, underneath his clothes. No, no, bad thoughts, bad thoughts. He holds open the diner door and as I pass, I try desperately not to keep thinking about him topless. "You know, I know someone else called Rosalie, she's blonde too," he tells me as we stroll back to the car.

"Is that so?"

"I like you much better." I feel all the blood rush to my cheeks, making me feel hot and flustered, which isn't helped when Jake leans across me to fix my seat belt. He pauses, leaning close to my face. I feel like I can't breathe.

"I like you too."