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[kwop-kilawtley]

BELLA SWAN IS A FLOWER AND JACOB BLACK IS THE SUN. IN THIS ESSAY I WILL-

[personalheroin]

Where Fear Ends - Chapter 4

Summary

Bella realizes she wants nothing to do with the Cullens or the marriage at the wedding. She runs. Right into Jacob's arms (metaphorically. it's a slow burn, sorry.)

Excerpt

I tucked the basket of my father's dirty clothes under my arm and pulled my hamper on wheels behind me. My rabbit sat in the street humming and waiting for me. The laundry detergent, fabric softener, and dryer sheets were in the passenger seat as I shoved the hamper and basket into the back seat of my car. The radio was quietly playing as I climbed into my seat and headed off to the Forks laundromat. The sun was peering through the plethora of clouds shining on my car as I drove to Forks. My hair was tied back into a low ponytail with loose strands flying around my face as the wind blew through my car. All four windows were open, enjoying the breeze and coolness before the rain began. Bella had come to mind, the many times we had made this same drive together and did laundry with each other.

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[simply-ellas-stuff]

Sorry but am I the only who gets the vibes that

Decode = Bella & Edward = twilight

and

Caught Myself = Bella & Jacob = New Moon

Like lyrically

[kaitlinj16]

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[twilitty]

By The Moon

by: @twilitty

Chapter 11: Bake Sale

word count: 3.8k

I eventually end up asking Charlie about having Jessica and Angela over for baking, as well as various other “girls’ night” activities. I don’t specify which activities, not because I’m being evasive but because I’m not sure what the activities are. He agrees and promises me he will be busy and out of the house. He doesn’t elaborate any further, so I don’t pry. We say our good nights, him seated in front of the television and me heading up the stairs.

I make it to my room and quickly prepare my pyjamas in my arms before going into the bathroom and turning on the shower. The scalding heat of the water is welcome and comforting in a way that I can’t entirely explain. It burns away thoughts of this evening, of my mild freak-out in the kitchen. Of how Jacob had to hold me on the porch.

The way he just wrapped his arms around me, just held me so tight, something about that felt natural. I’m not sure if it was natural for him or for me or for both of us, but it felt like something that would’ve happened regardless of the smoke or the alarms. Somehow, I would’ve ended up being held by Jacob Black, but not romantically.

Maybe that’s the message of the evening for me. Maybe some greater being is at work here, and it’s telling me that Jacob Black is my friend and nothing more. Never anything more. He held me like he’d hold a friend, there was nothing else happening.

I mean, of course, it was completely platonic. Had he ever done anything to indicate he saw me in any other way? No. He’s a good person. He’s nice and sweet and funny and comfortable, I shouldn’t go applying my own juvenile daydreams to the situation.

Besides, it’s not as if I see him in any way other than platonic. Not consciously, at least.

Sure, sometimes when I think of him, I focus on very not-friend-like traits. Like his chest or his shoulders or his wide smile. Or how kind he is to me, how he has somehow just accepted our friendship from childhood as still applying today.

I scrub at my skin, a little harder than necessary, to try and banish any further thoughts about Jacob Black. I scrub and scrub and scrub until my skin is pink and new. Until I finally feel clean.

Stepping out of the shower I quickly start thinking about which book to read next. I finished my last book just a couple of days ago, a reread of Sense and Sensibility. I dry myself off, then dress in pyjamas and go about my nighttime routine.

I could do another reread of some classic. Perhaps The Picture of Dorian Gray? I had never finished the entire book, had only gotten fifteen pages into it three years ago before abandoning it for something else. Or I could read something new.

I don’t have any new books in my room, but I’m sure I could pick something up from the store during my next shift. I’m still not sure about when that is. Mr. Webber is still in the process of adding me to the schedule, which is just an online calendar with names filled in the boxes beside time slots. He promised I’d know by the end of the week, and I was too shy to ask whether he meant Friday or Sunday. Did he mean the end of the work week or just simply the end of the week? Regardless, I’d find out soon enough.

I make my way into my room, safe from thoughts of a certain someone, and pick up the first book my fingers touch. I take it to bed and crawl under the covers, but not before closing the blinds.

Since having that nightmare of a dream, looking over at the forest is something I don’t want to partake in. Ever.

I’m halfway through the first chapter when there’s a knock on my door. “Yeah?” I close the book, sliding an old receipt in as a bookmark.

Charlie steps into the room, still dressed in jeans and rubbing at the back of his neck. “Uh, I’m going to hit the store sometime tomorrow. So, if you want to leave a list of ingredients you girls will need for the baking stuff then I can pick it all up.”

I stop moving for a moment, and it seems like he suddenly can’t meet my eyes. “Oh.” He looks up at me now, my voice a little scratchy and higher pitched than I’d like it to be. “Thank you, dad. I really appreciate it.”

He mumbles something unintelligibly under his breath and nods his head briskly a couple of times. It’s clear I acquired my social quirks from his side of the family. “Yes, well…” He gives me a tight-lipped smile before slowly closing the door. “Good night.” The door clicks shut.

I don’t hear his footsteps and quickly call out, “Night!”

He walks away from my door and a smile seems to spread across my face of its own will.

I leave a list for Charlie on the kitchen counter, along with a thank you at the bottom. I included the basics: eggs, cream, baking powder, and flour. Everything else we either already have or I don’t know we need yet.

I then take a few minutes to clear the area of anything that shouldn’t be there. I load the dishwasher, start it, and then hand wash a few plastics and pans that we might need for tonight.

I still have a couple minutes before needing to leave for school, so I quickly run back up into my bedroom and tidy up anything that is obviously out of place. I stack my books appropriately on my dresser, throw a pair of socks in the laundry basket, and smooth out my duvet one last time. There, I think contently, now I can leave.

I lock the door behind me, dash into my truck, and start the engine all within a matter of seconds. That level of speed and efficiency is an accomplishment. In the past, I’ve tripped down the porch steps, stumbled over loose gravel, and dropped my keys down between the heavy pot and the house. It would take me half a minute to move the stupid pot, which weighs nearly thirty pounds and seems to be made from weighted concrete.

Today, though, I am in the truck without any issues, and it feels like a good omen for the rest of my day.

I make the drive to school in record time, which is nothing to celebrate. Forks residents claim to have traffic on the highway and main streets, but I’ve never encountered it. Maybe we just have different definitions of traffic, in the same way, that we apparently have different definitions of beaches.

I pull in next to Fran the Van, which is packed to the point of overflowing with my friends. Jessica is sitting in the passenger seat, her knees pulled up to her chest and arms wrapped around her shins. She’s in a short sleeve violet blouse, her hair curled and a little frizzy around her shoulders. All in all, dressed inappropriately for the weather.

“Jess,” I say, stepping out of my truck and leaning against it. My backpack sits on the ground by my feet. She looks over at me, a serene smile outlined by glossy lips. “You do realize it’s barely April, right?”

“April is spring,” She retorts not unkindly. Her serene smile is now a disapproving frown. “Spring means short sleeves and sun.” We both look up at the sky, which is decidedly not sunny. “Okay, well, it’s still early spring and that means short sleeves.” I don’t say anything for a moment, and she rolls her eyes. “Bella, I swear, you are so out of touch.”

Mike closes his eyes dramatically from inside the van, shaking his head at me to communicate that it’s okay if I’m out of touch. Mike seems more awake than he usually is at this hour, which is to say that he’s all smiles and laughing jokes with those inside the vehicle. I question whether the weather, which is barely a degree warmer than it was yesterday, has infected the good students of Forks high school with something.

How can they all call this weather, grey and dreary, spring weather? This is a warm winter if anything.

I spot Angela, already walking towards the scattering of buildings and pick up my backpack to follow her. I’d like to discuss the girl’s night tonight with her before I include Jessica in the conversation. Angela seems more down-to-earth, more understanding of my apparent lack of social experiences.

I catch up to her, walking at a fast pace but not jogging. Jogging would likely result in me face down on the pavement and requiring concussion protocol. Angela looks over at me, her auburn hair pulled up into a ponytail and her eyes outlined with mascara. Her eyelashes are much longer than I recall them being, and the dark makeup on them only brings out the hazel of her eyes.

“You look pretty,” I tell her. She ducks her head and mumbles a thank you, a clear indication that she looks particularly put together for a reason today. I open my mouth to question it, but as she looks over her shoulder I quickly see the reason for her mascara and shyness. Ben Cheney is exiting a shiny silver vehicle and appears to be the only other person dressed sensibly today. He’s wearing a large hoodie and a loose pair of trousers. “Ah,” I look back to my friend who quickly picks up the speed. As though she’s racing away from him.

“Don’t say ‘ah’,” she criticizes lightly, shooting me a dark look out of the corner of her eye.

“Sorry, what noise would you rather I make?” I giggle at her scowl, which quickly parts to a close-lipped smile. “Are you avoiding him or what’s happening?”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she replies quickly. She’s an awful liar.

“Angela Webber, you basically ran away when you saw him.”

“Only my mom calls me by my full name,” she says.

“If you give me your middle name then I can give you the true motherly experience.” This causes her to laugh, which I appreciate.

“Okay, fine, it’s Francis.”

“Francis?” I pause, looking over at my friend with fresh eyes. “Your full name is Angela Francis Webber?”

“Don’t look at me like that, it’s a perfectly normal middle name.” A sniff of displeasure, then, “It was my great grandmother's name.” I don’t say anything, just work to conceal the smile and subsequent laugh trying to surface. “Oh, please!” She throws her hands up exasperatedly. “Fine, what’s your middle name?”

“Marie,” I answer automatically. The smile I’ve been hiding breaks through, and Angela Francis Webber rolls her eyes at me. I laugh at the thought of her full name; she does not appreciate it.

“Of course, someone with the middle name ‘Marie’ will dislike Francis.” She picks up the pace, walking at almost a full jog. I work to keep up with her, which is futile because her long legs propel her at Olympic speeds.

“Angela!” I call out to her, and she barely spares me a glance over her shoulder before taking a tight turn around the first building. I swear I can hear her laughing as she leaves me in her dust.

“Trouble in paradise?” I nearly jump out of my skin at the voice behind me, which causes the teenage boy responsible to laugh at an obnoxious volume.

“Jesus, Eric,” I mutter, throwing him a look as I take a deep breath and try to calm my nervous system. “Don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry, just heard that you guys are planning something tonight and thought I might get an invite?” He gives me his brightest smile, even going so far as to clasp his hands under his chin like a poor commoner boy asking for another bowl of soup.

“It’s a girl’s night, so girls only.”

He exhales heavily, laying on the guilt trip as he drops his hands to his pockets. “I hate being excluded,” he whispers in an obviously unhappy voice.

“You aren’t being excluded,” I tell him. I try to remain assertive, even as he pouts.

“I also hate being ostracized.”

“You aren’t being ostracized.”

Jessica and Angela arrive together in Jessica’s car. My initial excitement over having an opportunity to hang out with my friends outside of school is overridden by the large bag hanging over Jessica’s arm. Oh, yikes.

                I step out onto the front porch, my arms dangling uselessly by my sides. The horror of what could be in Jessica’s bag occupies my mind. Alcohol? Charlie is a progressive man; he understands the tendencies of the younger generation. But still. He’s a cop and cops typically are not fans of underage drinking.

Stop overthinking everything, Bella. My inner voice does little to quiet the steady stream of anxiety coursing through my mind.

                “Hey!” Jessica skips the middle stair and all but leaps onto the porch. I hear no incriminating noises coming from the bag, no sounds of glass bottles clinking together. Good.

                “Jess, want me to take that?” I offer, already moving to remove it from her arm. She nods gratefully and hands it over. It’s surprisingly light for such a large bag and again my interests are piqued.

                Angela follows up the porch, a backpack over her shoulder and a couple bags of chips in her arms. I greet her with a friendly expression that she reciprocates.

                Inside the house, we drop the bags onto the floor in the living room, which I made sure to tidy up long before anybody arrived. I notice my friends’ eyes wandering a little more than I had anticipated, their focus quickly drawn to a series of my school photos on the mantle. They approach the framed photos quickly as if they might miss them by walking too slowly.

                “You guys better not bully me about my middle school years,” I warn. Jessica giggles in response and points to one of the photos.

                “I like your smile in this one,” she says with a bit too much of a laugh behind her words. “It’s very-”

                Angela smacks her arm before she can finish talking. “Jess, I have half a mind to kick you out of here on Bella’s behalf.” Laughter descends upon the group, which seems to call Charlie out of his hiding spot from upstairs.

                His footsteps are softer than usual, which hints at his nervousness. “Jessica Stanley and Angela Webber,” he says from the foot of the stairs. Both of my friends turn quickly and put on their best smiles for my father. I feel a swell of pride somewhere inside me, but I’m not entirely sure why. Is it because of my polite, kind friends? Is it because of my dad who knows my friends’ names? Or maybe it’s a pride for me, for going out of my comfort zone and inviting people over.

                “Hello, Chief Swan,” Angela says, stepping forward and extending a hand to shake my fathers. He shakes it and shoots a grin at the group of us.

                “Call me Charlie, there’s no badge on my chest today.” Then, with a wink in my direction he says, “I’m Bella’s dad today and nothing else.”

                “Well, thanks for letting us come over. We really appreciate it.” Angela nods along with Jessica as the brunette talks. A soft blush settles over my father’s cheeks and the prideful feeling in my chest swells again.

Something about this moment feels so right as if I was meant to be standing here in my father's living room with my two new friends waiting to bake for some fundraiser. It’s as if every moment of my life has pushed me toward this place. As if everything happening right now is meant to happen.

I’m not one to believe in fate or some cosmic force controlling our lives, but in the second I might believe just a little bit. As my first two girl friends laugh with my dad. My dad is trying so hard to give off a good impression, to make this a great night for me. I wonder if he knows this is my first true girls’ night. I wonder if that’s why he keeps looking at me with such a large smile.

“I’m going to run out and meet with some guys down on the Rez. You girls need anything before I leave?”

“I think we’re good, dad, but thank you.” He says goodbye and pulls a jacket over his shoulders. A minute later I hear his cruiser start up and drive away.

                “Okay, so I brought supplies,” Jessica announces, quickly producing a portable speaker from the top of her large bag. “Bur first,” she taps a button on the top of the machine and music fills the room. “Music!”

The music shifts over the evening, going from house to pop to some indie/country mixture that Angela puts on. By the time it’s my turn to pick a playlist I’ve already decided on my choice. Classic rock. It produces a couple surprised looks from my friends, but they seem pleasantly surprised.

                “I should’ve expected this,” Jessica admits, looking over her shoulder at Angela as she pulls a tray of cookies from the oven. She then pulls out two more trays of assorted baked goods.

                “Expected what?” I ask a little critically. Angela closes the oven with a thud and laughs lightly to herself. “Expected what?” I repeat.

                Jessica looks back at Angela meaningful, building up the suspense. If she’s good at anything it’s leaving a woman in anticipation. Just as I’m about to repeat myself for a third time she raises a hand to stop me.

                “I just mean, doesn’t your friend like rock?” She giggles at the word friend as if there’s something significant about the word.

                “Who? Eric?”

                Angela comes over and pats me on the shoulder sympathetically before leaning against the kitchen table with me. “She’s talking about a different friend. Who doesn’t live in town.”

I turn back to Jess. “Are you talking about Jacob Black?”

The only answer I get is a chorus of giggles and then an apologetic look from Angela. I cover my face with my hands, the blush creeping up my neck and into my face more than humiliating. Not to mention that the offending blush is also as good of a confession as anything. “Guys,” I groan out from behind my fingers.

“Aw, come on, Bella. You can talk to us about anything.” Jessica takes a moment to sip from her sparkling water. “Or about anyone.” I groan again.

“We are just friends,” I say finally, removing my hands from my face. I keep my eyes down towards the ground. “And I mean that. Just friends.”

“That’s what most people who aren’t ‘just friends’ say,” Jess quips. Angela remains decidedly silent and when I look over at her I see she’s furiously stirring batter with a wooden spoon. Jessica follows my line of sight. “Angela, you’re going to murder that mix if you keep up with that pace.” Angela slows her movements but only slightly.

She looks up from the large bowl to meet my eyes and offers me a reproachful look. “If you don’t want to talk about it, we don’t have to,” she tells me. It’s an offer I appreciate but shake my head.

“No, it’s fine. We can talk about Jake.” I take a deep breath. “But we really are just friends.”

“You sound disappointed,” Angela says. My stomach tightens a little, whether in denial or an admission of guilt I’m not sure.

“No, just upset with myself, I think.”

“Because you like him?” Jess confirms. I nod. “Okay, so does he like you? Does he act like he likes you?”

“How do you act like you like someone?” I feel like it’s a dumb question for me to ask because Jessica goes a little quiet. “I’ve never really had this situation before, so I’m not sure.”

“Does he, like, touch you more than necessary?” I think of my hand in his, of him wrapping his large arms around me in a bear hug. Jessica grins at something on my face and I work to put back on my mask of neutrality. “Based on that expression, I think he might like you.”

“You can’t know that,” I argue, but my traitorous brain has already run wild with the thought and I can’t slow down. Suddenly every touch, every moment of eye contact, and every word passed between us feels significant. Feels monumental. Feels like it means something more than just friends.

“Okay, fine, maybe I don’t know that. But what do you want me to say? That I have no idea? That’s so incredibly anticlimactic.” Then, after a pause of her watching my face she says, “Besides, if he did like you what would you do about it?”

“What do you mean?” I ask.

“Would you ask him out?” Angela asks, piping up for the first time in a few minutes. She’s moved from the mixing bowl to pouring the batter into little muffin holders. “Or kiss him maybe?”

“No, no, I wouldn’t.” The words bubble to the surface quickly, too quickly. Why was that my first response? Because I don’t want to kiss Jake? Yeah, right. I’ve thought of that scenario too many times to be healthy. Maybe it’s her first suggestion. Is it that I don’t want to ask him out? Or have us as being more than platonic? “I barely even know him,” I add on a little quieter. Jess has moved on to icing now cooled cupcakes, but Angela is still listening.

“Maybe get to know him better, then?” She suggests. “He’s really attractive, I’m sure he’s got a great personality to match.”

The blush creeps back up my neck. “Yeah, he’s really nice.”

“Swan!” Jessica yells out a little too loudly for the small room. “Paper towel, STAT!”

Angela giggles at our friend, who has icing dripping down her forearms. She catches us watching and shoots a glare. “I said STAT! Does that not mean anything to you people?”

“I guess we’re roleplaying a hospital now,” I joke. Angela laughs and produces a napkin for Jessica. The conversation twists and turns and we wind up back on Angelina Jolie like it usually does when Jessica is involved. I’m happy to talk all about her cheekbones because it keeps my mind away from someone else’s.

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Jakella Spring Moodboard

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Soft Love, Deep Love, Tragic Love

New Moon (2009) / Bat For Lashes, “Kids In the Dark” / The Big Moon, “Sucker” / Eclipse (2010) / Lady Lamb, “Crane Your Neck” / Of Monsters and Men, “Wolves Without Teeth”

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Jake Park and The Bride, Ella Kheel

[kwop-kilawtley]

Edward and Bella may have ended up together but literally in the beginning of BD, right before she’s gonna marry him, Bella is still going on about ‘my Jacob, my sunshine, my favorite mechanic.’

LMAO like…. Let’s all be real and accept the fact Bella chose Edwino so she could escape her problems and be a cool fuckin vampire cause she hates herself. Also cause she’s trauma bonded w him and she’s a naive teenager who knew him for like a year. doesn’t help he’s perfectly beautiful made of marble PERFECTION who’s sole purpose is to entice humans and hypnotizes them.

Jacob has Bella’s heart. The real Bella. That’s canon. Super evident even on her damn wedding day LOL.

[personalheroin]

Where Fear Ends - Chapter 1

Story summary:

Bella realizes she wants nothing to do with the Cullens or the marriage at the wedding. She runs. Right into Jacob's arms (metaphorically. it's a slow burn, sorry.)

Excerpt:

The yard was decorated beautifully, lights hung up all around the trees and Edward was at the arch. Jacob. Jacob. Jacob. Jacob. My mind was flooded. I didn’t want this, I never wanted this. Marriage at 18 was never in my plans or the idea of my life. Jacob never would have put an ultimatum on me as Edward has. Did I even truly want to be a vampire? Did I want to be with this man for the rest of my life? My parents flooded my mind, and I looked at Renee who was four margaritas deep and excited for my marriage. I looked at Charlie who looked at me, his presence comforting, the one true person on my side right now. I looked down at my feet, grateful for wearing Converse, and back up to my father. “Go.” He whispered. Alice’s head snapped up, a vision flooding her mind, my vision. I yanked my dress up and sprinted in the opposite direction, toward where my body felt the reservation would be. The forest floor was covered in sticks and uneven ground which is my archnemesis. I had been slipping and sliding since I entered the forest, mud covering the bottom of my dress.

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Emily Moodboard made by the bestie: @harmonysmash

Emily is a nature-loving, cottage-core icon and I will hear nothing else.

[dreamydoodles510]

Felt like drawing my ocs Stella and Jake so I scribbled this out ψ(｀∇´)ψ

If you guys don’t know much about them, you can look at these posts where I drew them and one where it’s a drawing of a different oc but I describe a lot about them

[simply-ellas-stuff]

You can blame this post -> *Hai* for this post. [Sorry @babybabyaphrodite I sort of took your joke post and ran with it like a kid with a knife. I hyper-fixated. Sorry]

I know that post is a joke, but now I want to figure out if it would work timeline-wise. So... yeah. Enjoy

Establishing timeline in general I’m using the Lexicon for base reference. I also used Timeanddate for the math because I suck at math in general but especially in timeline-math-form.

NOW

- New Moon starts September 13, 2005 - Ends April 7, 2006.

- Eclipse starts May 14, 2006 - Ends some point between June 16th and August 12, 2006. [the epilogue in Eclipse with Jacob has no set date, hence the uncertainty of when Eclipse really ends]

- Breaking Dawn starts August 12, 2006 - Ends January 1, 2007.

Then Renesmee is born on September 10th, 2006.

Now if you use timeanddate and use there subtractor from 9/10/2006 - 40 weeks it equals out to about December 4, 2005. Now in the actual timeline - Bella is a fucking zombie at this point, it’s in New Moon time.

Now lets figure out what possible dates Bella and Jake could’ve been... involved in New Moon

Now, Obviously any time between September 13, 2005 and January 15, 2006 are out of the possibilities. Why? Because Edward was around from Sep. 13th to Sep. 16th then Bella is a zombie from around the 16th of Sept to the 16th of January.

So - September, October, November, December. [I’d like the point out in this time that Renee did come to Forks to try and get Bella to move with her to Florida because Charlie was at his wits end and needed her to be healthy and happy again and figured Renee would know how to do it better so he called her and Bella literally threw a temper tantrum in this time because she was convinced that she needed to stay in Forks to survive because it was the last reminder that Edward had actually been real]

Now when we come back to Bella, it’s January 16th, 2006 and she’s forcing herself out of her zombie state to go hang out with her Human Friends from Forks High School to appease Charlie being worried asfuck about her. [I wonder the fuck why Isabella]. She discovers on this night that if she does anything dangerous [the bikers] that she can seem to heard Edward’s voice warning her against the decision (because that’s a healthy normal post-break-up relationship thing).

On Jan 17th she sees a neighbor getting rid of two motorcycles and decides to take them to Jake’s house so he can fix them so she can be stupid to hear Edward’s voice. This is the first time I think we’re told Bella has seen Jacob since the Prom scene and she’s way too into Edward at this point to do anything with Jake and he knows that so he doesn’t push for anything and just agrees to fix up the bikes. [I’d like to point out here that this is the first night Bella goes to sleep without dreaming or screaming in the middle of the night since Edward left Forks]

From this point on Bella sees Jacob a number of times - Jan 18, Jan 21, Jan 23, Jan 24, Jan 25 (Note - this is the day where Bella cuts her head open riding the bikes and Bella calls him beautiful in the truck), Jan 30, Feb 14, Feb 20, and then they talk on Feb 21.

From Feb 22nd to March 10th, Bella doesn’t see Jacob because of the transformation and all that fun shit. She’s told several times he’s sick, then he’s out with friends, then the excuses just fall flat and she decides to confront him about it but instead gets confirmation from Quil that Jake has joined Sam’s ‘gang’ aka Sam’s Pack.

On March 11th, Bella figured out what the fuck is happening with Jacob. Jacob and Paul fight. Bella meets Emily and the rest of the pack. then on March 12 she spends all day at La Push.

She then spends March 14 and March 16 (the cliff diving chapter and the Almost Kiss in the kitchen) with Jacob until Alice returns on the evening of March 16th thinking that she’s dead. Bella then doesn’t see Jacob from March 16th until April 7th, when he confronts Edward about the treaty and gives Bella her motorcycle back.

Now, if Bella really threw caution to the wind you can say the earliest she could’ve started fucking around with Jake would’ve been any time after Jan 17th. Do I think she would’ve? Nope.

The more likely dates are any time after the bike accident because that’s really the first time Bella unknowingly admits her feelings for Jacob. Now we know Bella fell in love with Jacob in New Moon (the only good confirmation we got from Smeyer tbh) so, it’s entirely possible that the ‘You’re beautiful’ moment could’ve been when Jacob said “Fuck it” and actually started putting effort into getting romantically with Bella, seeing that moment as her opening up for something a bit more than friendship between them.

Now that was January 25, 2006. Lets say Jake decides that for Valentines day [about 20 days after the Beautiful moment] to make his move and Bella doesn’t say no [she was going to kiss him if the phone didn’t ring on 3/16]. It would be entirely possible for that to have been a date of possible conception for a child. And given that Jacob is a werewolf, and triggers it approx. 8 days later, you could use that as a reasoning why Bella’s pregnancy could be Slightly faster than the normal pregnancy if you want her to be the full 40 weeks along in gestation when she has her baby.

Now - If Bella got pregnant on February 14th, the exact 40 weeks later date is November 21st. BUT,  If the baby was early, like day was born at the 30 week mark, the due date would be more around September 12th. Now according to a google search, Babies born between 30 and 32 weeks, while still preterm, have at least a 99% chance of survival. They also have very low risk of health and development complications later on {*}.

Now typically, Women don’t start showing in their pregnancy until around 16 to 20 weeks along [timeline wise this would put Bella around June 6th to July 4th if she were to start show like a normal woman] which would be literally only weeks before her wedding [Bella got married on August 13th and realizes she’s pregnant on August 31st] It is actually entirely possible she could’ve only realized it on August 31st even in this scenario because there are people who don’t realize until like super late in their pregnancy and people who have such irregular periods they don’t even pay attention anymore - and with how much stress Bella’s gone through, I’d imagine she could miss a period and not even think about it for a while. 

And its possible for women to not show until late in the pregnancy because of the way their bodies are, the way their uterus sits inside their body, and Also, Cryptic Pregnancy is a thing, kiddos. {*} {*}

So Even if Bella’s pregnancy was Super Normal™, it’s still entirely possible that she could’ve had Jacob’s baby in this scenario and not even realize she was pregnant in the first place.

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Now lets figure out what possible dates Bella and Jake could’ve been... involved in Eclipse for fun [tbh I wrote this part before realizing New Moon would make more sense for a normal pregnancy and I don’t want to get rid of it lmfao].

So when we start Eclipse, Jacob and Bella have absolutely fucking nothing to do with each other bc... angst and also Bella chose Edward (like a Dumbass) over Jacob in front of Jacob and Jacob got Bella grounded bc the motorcycle. So. The Children are fighting.

The Cullens and the Wolf pack get into their boundary dispute while Bella is in Florida with her mother on May 20th. 

May 21 - Jacob confronts Edward to remind him and his family about the treaty and also makes sure Bella is still human. Edward finally comes clean about Vicki being in the area. [and if I’m remembering correctly, this is the first time Bella and Jake have seen each other since the end of New Moon]

May 25 - Bella pulls a Harry Houdini and jets the fuck off to La Push to see our favorite boy Jake. She learns about imprinting in this time and all sorts of shit. 

From that day until June 1st she’s essentially under house arrest by the Cullens [dicks] and Alice or Edward are constantly up her ass during this time and not in a good way.

June 1st - Bella fucks off to Jacob’s again by escaping school. Bella tells Jakey that she wants to be a vampire and he gets understandably upset as fuck. That night Bella and Edward sleep in each others arms. 

Bella hangs out with Jacob on June 3rd, June 8th (this is where the Kiss-Punch shit happens - I still think that was bullshit mischaracterization from RacistMeyer and will argue the fuck out of that tbh and the entirety of his character in Eclipse), June 11th (sorta, this is the grad party), June 12th (supes early in the morning bc of the training seshy and Jake’s a wolf for it), June 14th (Jake carried Bella to the campsite then they share a sleeping bag so she doesn’t freeze to death), and June 15th.

on June 15th is when Jake overhears about the engagement (Edward is still a dick for that), Bella asks Jake to kiss her (I stand by the fact that the manipulation tactic he uses in this is both too immature for Jacob and a massive mischaracterization bc smeyer is racist and probably realized Jacob was the better choice), then the battle happens and Jacob gets hurt by one of the newborn vampires. That evening, Jake and Bella talk she tells him what she saw when they kissed (ya know, their whole future) and then he asks her not to come back for a while if her choice is going to remain Edward. Then Bella has a break down while driving and Edward drives her home and then she cries in his arms all night long. The next day (16th) Bella and Alice talk about the wedding after Bella tells Edward he’s it for her.

Anyways.

If Bella and Jacob slept together in Eclipse there’s only a few dates it could’ve happened. May 25, June 1, June 3, and June 8. 

Now if Bella got pregnant on May 25th and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 1, 2007.

If she got pregnant on June 1st and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 8, 2007.

If she got pregnant on June 3rd and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 10, 2007.

And if she got pregnant on June 8th and had a normal pregnancy, the due date would be around March 15, 2007.

Now if we keep the September 10th birth date she would be approx. x weeks along if she got pregnant on these dates, in a normal pregnancy:

15 weeks and 3 days for May 25th conception.

14 weeks and 3 days for June 1st conception.

14 weeks and 1 day for June 3rd conception.

13 weeks and 3 days for June 8th conception.

The likelyhood of any of these normal pregnancies surviving the September birthdate are... slim. Most pregnancies aren’t considered medically viable until after 24 weeks of pregnancy. So if she got pregnant in the Eclipse timeline - the pregnancy would have to be supernaturally enhanced [in this case, via Jacob’s werewolf genes] in order for the child to survive at all.

Now, I don’t think it’s possible even in canon for werewolf genes to enhance or speed up a pregnancy because of the fact that at their core, the wolves are human. They exist as humans who can shift into these wolves. And if Quick-Pregnancies were a major thing for the wolves it would’ve been mentioned because the Tribe would’ve talked about it due to the similarities between them and the Cullens’. Also humans themselves would take note because Sam’s and Jacob’s packs are not the first werewolves to exist in this world or in that general area. 

Do I think this actually happened? No that’s be gross since in Canon Jacob imprints on Bella’s baby.

Do I think this would be perfect for an AU or fanfiction? Yes.

Do I give full permission for someone to take this timeline I’ve built and fucking run with it? Yes. Just fucking tag or link me I want to read it lmfao.

[stolenxkissess]

I think I've seen this film before

[whateverthedragonswant]

What I love most about some of my OTPs is that they have something that is so just so special and just so pure, that they don’t necessarily need to turn sexual, or even romantic. That connection is so strong that they literally can be whatever they want to be but ultimately, the other person is their person. They’ll kill for them, fight for them, protect them, want to be around one another all the time, are truly themselves around one another, and complement them so well. They literally don’t have to fuck or kiss or date (though it’s nice to see if it happens) but no one is dragging them away from one another or breaking that connection. It doesn’t matter if one or both have other romantic and/or sexual relationships, other friendships, nothing gets in the way of their connection. And there is just something so pure about that.

[twilitty]

By The moon

by: @twilitty

word count: 4k

Chapter 6: La Push

The shower finally soothes the tense muscles of my body, the water several degrees warmer than I would have previously run it in Phoenix. The cold seems to have seeped into my bones, holding my warmth hostage from me, and providing no exceptions. I’ve been in Forks a full three weeks now, and I have yet to develop any immunity to the temperature that continues to plague the town.

Angela is the only friend who sympathizes with me, Jessica and Mike bring me supposedly unnecessary mittens and scarves from their homes every morning to tease. They bring each new item, all knitted and cozy, with a laugh and eventually an incredulous look after I put them on.

                “It’s cold,” I rationalize each time, my body slowly become a museum to their winter accessories. Each time they laugh with me, retrieving the goods at the end of the day and bringing me fresh ones the next morning. I know they bring me mittens and such as a joke because to them this weather is perhaps quite mild, but even with the extra accessories, my skin continues to run at a freezing temperature.

                The shower, I have found, is the only way for me to cope with the weather. Every morning I take a blisteringly hot shower, my skin blotchy with pigments of pink and red after I get out. The warmth within me, granted from the showers, lasts barely long enough to travel to school. But from there I get hats and mittens and scarves and that helps, too.

                I’ve clued Charlie in on my friend’s joke, and he offered me mittens of my own. I promptly declined, favouring instead the teasing of my new friends.

                I step out of the shower, my skin nearly steaming with the heat, and wrap myself in a thick grey towel. My hair hangs loosely around my shoulders, the ends curling slightly upwards and in dire need of a trim. I wrap it over my head after applying a generous amount of leave-in conditioner, the sole remnants of Renee’s brief stint in cosmetology school.

                The light streaming in through my window is bright as if promising a warmer day than last. I know this is false, that indeed the temperature will remain low for at least a little longer. It is March, after all. Charlie had guessed about another two to three weeks of the chilly air before it begins to raise for spring. I cannot wait for spring, and subsequently summer, because my already pale skin is likely to become transparent if I am unable to sit in the sun at least once in the next three months.

                I dress in my staple jeans and long sleeve shirt, pulling a thick sweater overtop. If the last of my skin’s pigmentation doesn’t leave, the world's knowledge of my figure surely will. This past week has been characterized by baggy sweaters that reach down mid-thigh. The length and size shouldn’t surprise me, for I’ve been stealing them from Charlie’s closet.

                The drive to school has become routine, as has the transition to using the handrails leading down the steps from the porch. The cold weather mixed with rain has caused the ground to be slick with moisture and the last thing I need is a concussion. The last thing Renee needs is a phone call from Forks hospital that her daughter has a head injury less than a month after moving in with her father. Besides, Phil is in heavy, albeit unhelpful, training right now and Renee cannot afford to leave him to come visit me in a hospital bed.

                I locate Tyler Crowley’s minivan in the school parking lot, an aged shade of turquoise with an assortment of chains and figures hanging from the rear-view mirror, and pull my truck in next to it. This had become the unofficial meeting spot for all my friends. The side of Tyler’s van is open and inside all the seats are down, blankets thrown around to add some semblance of comfort to the people currently lounging in it.

                Tyler had lovingly named it Fran the Van sometime before I arrived in town. The name is fitting, although I could not explain why. Angela is perched in the passenger seat, nursing a cup of something warm, and the others are crammed into the back of the van.

                I exit the truck, the chilly air hitting my face and causing my nose to wrinkle in distaste.

                “Bella!” Out of instinct I look up and raise my hands to cover my face, something soft hitting my palms and falling to the ground at my feet. A few people laugh at my apparent lack of athleticism and overall basic coordination. “Come on, girl, you just had to close your hands and you would’ve had it!” Mike grins at me, resembling an overexcited golden retriever.

                I stoop to collect the knitted hat on the ground, which thankfully hasn’t seeped in the wet of the pavement. I pull it over my head and reach out to accept the matching mittens from Mike while expressing my gratitude. He waves it off and reclines back to lean against Jessica’s knees. She smiles inwardly at their point of contact, Eric noticing and shooting me a horrified look. Despite myself, I laugh and soon Angela joins in as well.

                Tyler, in the driver’s seat, taps the dash and reminds us all that class starts in a minute. “Don’t want to be late on the big day, kiddos!”

                “Big day?” I ask, the others exiting the van with their bags on.

                Angela pauses next to me, letting the others walk ahead to class. “The first beach trip of spring is this Saturday,” she explains.

                “But what does that have to do with today?”

                She laughs a little to herself, rolling her eyes dramatically. “Tyler and Mike are having a competition to see who people think is the better surfer.” This does not surprise me, both boys are athletic and incredibly competitive. “Today they’re going to try and garner some supporters.” I laugh with her now, unable to maintain a straight face at the thought of my two friends campaigning for the best surfer.

Lunchtime comes around, my new favourite time of the school day, and Mike and Tyler are sending quips across the table at each other. As it turns out Tyler is in the lead with a grand total of twelve supporters. Mike has three.

                “You must’ve bought them off,” Mike says grimly, chewing aggressively on a cold slice of pizza. Pizza day in the cafeteria, as I’ve come to find out, is not something to look forward to. Mike resolutely eats three slices, whereas those of us with stomachs that are not made of steel, can barely handle one slice.

                Tyler rocks backward in his chair, gulping down his coke and smirking at his opponent. “When you have mad skill like me, people want to support you.”

                Mike swallows the rest of his pizza, collects his tray and stands to throw the garbage out. “I’m heading to class,” he grumbles. A sore loser, then.

                “Class isn’t for another fifteen,” Jessica interrupts, her thin brows pulled tight together.

                Mike nods, refusing to meet Tyler’s eyes. The other boy laughs silently to himself, clearly enjoying the torture Mike is going through. “I know, I just want to get started on the stuff.”

                He doesn’t say anything else, just slumps his way out of the cafeteria with a glum look on his face. I feel a little bad for him, my usually boisterous friend a sad puddle of a teenage athlete. His only three supporters are Jessica, me, and Angela. And we’ve also pledged our support to Tyler, which I still think is against the rules but refuse to discuss. So, when you think about it, Mike is at zero supporters, not that I will be mentioning that to him anytime soon.

                “Bella, are you going to the La Push?” Eric asks me after Tyler finishes his fit of laughter. I quirk up an eyebrow. “It’s the beach on the Reservation,” he explains. “La Push, baby, it’s La Push.”

The definition of beach appears to change based on location because La Push is different from the beaches I’m used to. The sand isn’t white but instead dark and gravelly with coloured rocks, the waves are not blue but instead shadows of the clouds. The air is chilly, which is to be expected of the time of year, but still a disappointment. The sun has barely peeked out from behind the clouds but throws rainbows off the dark water when it does shine down.

                A large group ended up going to the beach, the regular crew from lunch, as well as the many supporters Tyler had gathered. There is still some speculation around his methods to gather these supports, Mike still says they’ve been bribed, but nothing has been proven.

                We had carpooled in Tyler’s minivan, the seating arrangements illegal but not entirely unsafe with Tyler’s cautious driving. Angela and I were perched together in the back, our legs a tangle together and our thighs pressed so tight together you couldn’t tell where one of us started and the other ended. Mike and Jessica, as was expected, sat together in the passenger seat with her shooting grins at us over his shoulder. Eric sat on the floor, enjoying the attention it gave him and hamming it up with the jokes the entire way to the beach

                There were a few others also in the van, most of whom I don’t remember the names of. One girl I know is named Lauren, and I only remember her because she is short and blonde and always has a horrid grimace on her face. Quite similar to another Lauren I had gone to school with in Phoenix.

                The side of the van is opened, a few other vehicles are littered around the small parking lot, and everybody seems to be milling around waiting for the surfing to commence. I sit next to Angela, our sides pressed together, and our legs covered by a colourful crocheted blanket Mike had brought for me as a joke. I really enjoy their jokes. Someone had brought a thermos of hot chocolate, and I happily accept a cup of it to chase away the cold settling in my core.

                Tyler is jumping into his wet suit, the rubbery material looking like it will do very little to protect him from the inevitable cold of the water. Everybody’s laughing and joking, Jessica the sole exception as she stands off to the side with a forlorn Mike. “Looks like she’s giving him a pep talk,” Angela whispers in my ear. I cough to cover up my laugh, but Angela just bites off another piece of licorice and grins.

“Bella?” My head swivels quickly at my name, catching sight of a tall boy with dark russet skin, eyes wide and grin even wider. Jacob Black.

                He looks the same as the last time I saw him, his shoulders broad and legs long. His hair is sitting around his shoulders, swaying in the chilly breeze. He’s wearing a loose pair of cargo shorts and his shirt is barely more than scrap material. I feel a nudge in my side, Angela, and quickly avert my eyes from his abdomen. If he noticed my staring, he doesn’t show it.

                He approaches the van door, two large boys flanking him with easy grins. They are all dressed similarly, although the shortest one has no shirt on. I try not to notice his physique, which appears more like something in a men’s health magazine than the chest of an eighteen-year-old boy.

                “Hey, Jake,” I say as he stops before Angela and me. He shoots her a kind smile, and she returns it, offering him a piece of licorice that he takes gratefully.

                “What are you doing down here?” He asks, snapping off a piece of the candy with startlingly white teeth. “This is my turf; you could be initiating a war right here.” He talks around his chewing, so the words come out all garbled. I bite my lip to keep in the laugh threatening to escape. “You laughing at me, Swan?” It appears that his disappearance from our last meeting hasn’t at all affected his contagious optimism.

                I open my mouth to respond but am beat by the taller of Jake’s friends. “Jacob’s awful at introductions, clearly,” he says stepping forward with an extended hand.

                I take it and immediately startle, his burning fingers clutching mine not allowing me to drop his hold. He shakes it once, twice, and then shoots me another grin. I can’t feel my expression, but from the way his lips tilt downwards, I assume it cannot be kind.

                I work to rearrange my features, lifting my brows and lips to look more polite. It doesn’t work. “You have a fever.” I startle myself with the abrupt statement. I hadn’t meant to say it.

                Angela coughs next to me and nudges me with force. “Bella,” she scolds quietly.

                I catch myself and drop the boys’ hand, “I’m sorry, I just mean that your skin is really warm.” Nobody says anything for a moment, and I notice that Jacob is watching me carefully, not angrily, but as if he’s looking for something in my expression. “Like, really warm,” I repeat lamely.

                The tall boy with the hot hand bursts out laughing, the heavy noise resonating in my chest as it thunders through the bustling parking lot. “Embry Call,” he tells me. He motions to the shorter boy next to him, “And that feisty little guy is Quill Atteara.” The short one, Quill, reaches over to smack Embry but he dodges it and turns back to me. “Rez guys are hotter than the guys in town,” he says as an explanation for his temperature, raising his arms to flex them. “We can’t help it, it’s a curse that we’re born so damn hot. Girls can’t stay away.”

                “I’m sure it’s balanced out by your lack of humility,” Angela quips from beside me, her knees knocking against mine as she laughs at her own joke.

                “Yeah, yeah, real funny,” Embry replies with a falsely annoyed lip raise. “If you had a body like this you wouldn’t be humble either.”

                The banter continues, Jake and I quiet as the other three throw insults and comments between them. He circles around the outside of his friends and waves me forward, towards the beach to our left. I look over to Angela, mouthing that I’m going to be back. She nods and I stand to leave.

                The beach is long, stretching between cliff faces and encompassing the rocky sand that I imagine would badly hurt your feet. Perhaps my feet just aren’t tough enough to withstand anything but premium Arizona white sand. A pity that even my feet are not accustomed to this town. 

                The sky is a tumultuous grey, the sun providing little light and even less warmth. Not that I notice the lack of warmth from the sun, it feels as though Jacob is running a fever just like Embry. Though our skin doesn’t touch, I can feel the emanating heat of his body and it warms me down to my bones.

                We touch the beach and I look out to the rolling surf where a few people paddle around aimlessly on long surfboards. I don’t spot Mike or Tyler and assume that they aren’t going out to compete until later in the day. “Looks the same as you remember it?”

                I turn my head to take in Jake, his eyes staring over my head at the ocean. I wonder if he sees this water as cold and uninviting as I do. “I remember it being more colourful,” I admit a little sheepishly. It’s true. I remember the rocks being an assortment of colours and the trees and forest floor being startling shades of rich green. I remember the sky being a bright blue when it would show through the clouds. The scene before me today is a swath of grey.

                “Yeah,” Jake admits, sounding forlorn and nostalgic. “It was pretty colourful,” a small smirk that tells me he’s fallen into memories. I don’t respond for fear of taking him from them. “It’s still colourful to me, though.” I pause a little at this, my eyes scoping out the scenery and returning to his bashful expression. “What?”

                “Jake, it’s grey.” Even to my ears, I sound like a whiny child.

                “I mean, yeah, some parts of it are grey. But not everything.” He doesn’t elaborate and I don’t push him, not as his fingers catch on the edge of my bright yellow rain jacket and tug on it. This is bright, his hands seem to say as they drop my jacket. This isn’t grey.

                “That’s true,” I say to fill the silence settling between us. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable to not talk with him, but it also isn’t as easy as it is with Charlie. It feels like we have things to talk about, we just don’t talk about them. “So, you’re a senior?”

                He nods, clasping and unclasping his large hands. A simple question yet it seems to be a topic that upsets him. He fidgets, and just as I’m about to ask a different question he speaks. “More in theory than in practice, if I’m being completely honest.”

                I pause walking, pushing the hood of my jacket off my forehead so that I can see him a little more clearly. “Jacob, are you telling me you’re flunking out?”

                He chuckles humourlessly. “No, that’s what my teachers are telling me.” My heart seems to collapse a little at this. I think of his sisters, the twin girls who had led academically inclined lives. Or at least that’s what Charlie had told me. I wonder what they think about Jake’s situation, or if they even know.

                “Does your-”

                He waves absently and starts walking again, I hurry to keep up with him. “Yeah, my dad knows. My sisters don’t.” Oh.

                I decide to try and redirect the conversation, his empty expression twisting at my chest. I like it when he smiles. “What are they up to? Your sisters, I mean.” He smiles at this question, and I find my own lips pulling up in response.

                “Well, Rachel is smart as hell. No change there. She’s out at Washington U, finishing up her computer engineering stuff.” I nod, this falls in line with what Charlie had told me. “But Rachel is the pride and joy of the family,” he tells me with a deep voice, as if the words are coming directly from his heart. The way he says family seems to encompass more than blood relations, I get the sense that he means more than just himself and Billy.

                “What’s she doing?” I ask, my lips aching to crack another smile.

                “She’s painting, like my mom used to.” I remember his mother a little, with dark skin and bright eyes. Her pockets were always stuffed with mint gum. I remember Jacob telling me a couple weeks ago about her brushing out his hair, my heart hurts that she was taken away from her family so soon. “Rach uses oils, though. Still beautiful, the stuff she paints.” Then, he looks over at me with the wide smile I was hoping would make a reappearance. My fingertips tingle at that expression. “When you come back over to the house, I’ll show you some of her paintings, they’re really nice.” He pauses, eyes raising to the ocean behind me. “Beautiful.”

                I notice that he says when I come over, not if. This makes me happy, that his leaving so abruptly from the last time we had hung out was not because of me. It feels like we’ve fallen into the pattern of our old friendship, rekindled from our childhood years without a second thought. I’ve missed his easy laughter and witty remarks, I’ve missed him without even realizing it.

                We reach a large tree, fallen over and bleached white from years of torment from the sun. Jake climbs up onto its trunk, then pats the spot next to him. My hands grasp at the trunk, which is wide enough to fit three or four of me inside of itself, and my feet clammer at the limbs extending from its sides.

                My neck grows warm with blush and my ears begin to tinge an embarrassingly familiar shade of red. If not for the hood I’d adjust my hair to cover them. Jake, seeming to understand my peril, reaches down with large hands and hoists me up from under my armpits.

                His skin is hot, burning hot. Even through my jacket and warm layers, I can feel him. The blush grows up my neck and extends into my cheeks. He deposits me atop the trunk next to him, my feet swinging uselessly above the ground. His hands leave me, but the imprint of his warmth remains in my chest. Warming me from the inside out.

                “You’re warm,” I say without purpose. He turns to look at me, his cheeks dimpling into a smile at my noticing. “Like the sun.” I’m not sure where the words come from, but they feel right. His lips spread wider, displaying a full set of white teeth. My chin dips, eyes focusing on my shoes beneath me. The toe of his sneaker knocks into mine and I watch the movement, avoiding his gaze for some reason unbeknownst to me.

                My chest still feels warm, although I don’t think it’s from his hands.

                “I can help you.” The words come out of my mouth quickly and shock settles in my throat. “With your school stuff,” I explain. “I’m doing pretty well. I could tutor you.” That’s an understatement. I am doing exceptionally well in school; my grades are almost consistently at the top of the class. I don’t say this, both for fear of sounding boastful, but also because I doubt Jake wants to hear about my honour roll status when he’s failing out.

                “No, no, you don’t have to do that, Bella.” But I can hear the intrigue in his voice. He’s fake declining, the polite response to being offered a gift. The same response I should’ve had when he made me a truck, instead, I had all but snatched the keys from his hand.

                It’s my turn to knock my toe against his sneaker and he looks over to me with a slight shake of his head, as if to decline again. “Jake, I want to help you.” And it’s true, I realize after the words come out. The few times I have spoken to Jacob since coming to town have been fun, light, and natural. Even homework couldn’t tone down the way his smile swells something inside my chest.

                “Okay, fine.” He pauses, lips quirking to the side and nose scrunching in thought. “Thanks, Bells.” I smile at my nickname. “Now, name your price.” My smile drops and an incredulous sound comes out of my open mouth.       

                “Jacob Black, you are not paying me.”

                He waves me off. “Yes, I most definitely am.”

                “No, you’re most definitely not.” I stare him down with a level expression until he finally gives in, his dramatic sigh seeming to fill every corner of the space between us.

                “Okay, how about a trade then?” He seems eager to find some way to repay me and as bad as I feel for accepting his offer, I accept it all the same.

                “Fine, what are you offering me?” Then, with a mocking roll of my eyes, “Make it good or I’ll revoke my offer. Make me another car?” He kicks at my foot, a loud laugh echoing in my ears.

                “I didn’t make the truck,” he repeats with exasperation. “I only fixed it up.” I shrug my shoulders and hands as if to say same difference. He sighs again, loudly. “I can provide you with dinner.”

                “Dinner?” I repeat, my chest twisting at the thought.

                “Yeah.” Then, after he pauses and his expression changes to wide-eyed and a little startled, “I mean, like, I can make dinner when you tutor me. Like, I can make it. Not, like, going out for…” He exhales and looks back to our shoes. “-dinner.”

                The thing in my chest twists once more, tightening as my breath catches, then releases and I exhale in time with him.

                “That works,” I assure him, watching his side profile. His long nose and high cheekbones, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “But if you give me food poisoning, I quit.”

A/N: I was on a brief pause to finish my school term, I'm on summer break now and will get back to posting // also why does the formatting look so funky? I think tumblr must’ve changed something but idk what

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