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17 February 2008 @ 05:04 pm
 
Title: Same Old Story
Author: elaborationlove
Fandom: Twilight
Characters: Jacob/Bella
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: The cycle continues.
Author's Notes: This probably takes place after New Moon, but with a bit of AU, meaning, Jacob and Bella's relationship isn't as broken as suggested at the end of New Moon. And this is my first Twilight fic. Constructive criticism is more than welcome!
Beta Credit: None.
Disclaimer: I don't own it.
Word Count: 856



She grabbed his hand and the fall wind whisked by as if to ask her, “Are you sure?” Bella only straightened herself defiantly. Yes, I’m sure. Jacob looked down at her fondly; she blushed.

“Is this okay?” Her timid voice was carried away by the wind but Jacob heard her, thanks to his enhanced hearing abilities. He adjusted their hands so their fingers intertwined and squeezed.

“Do you want a ride home?” he asked

“I’ve got the truck, thanks.”

“Well…what if we went somewhere?”

“Like where?”

“I don’t care.”

“Billy giving you a hard time at home?”

Jakes rolled his eyes. He hated when Bella tried to find out if something or what was wrong. He said she sounded like his mother. But that was how she was. Motherly. At least, that was her excuse. She acted different around the bloodsucker.

“Seriously. You want to go somewhere or you got plans?”

Bella had noticed that his speech had gone from complete sentences to limited vocabulary since his “maturing”. As a werewolf, complete sentences were no longer necessary. Sentences at all weren’t even necessary. It annoyed Bella, slightly, that his English wasn’t as correct as it had been in the past. She decided it was, however, a flaw she could overlook.

“Um…well, I’d have to be back for Charlie. You know he can’t cook to save his life.”

“He’s so lucky to have you.”

Bella shrugged. He seemed to have gotten along fine without her before. Perhaps even better; for now, he was becoming mixed up in conflicts that had nothing to do with him. And though he always told her she should always come to him if something was wrong, she knew that he couldn’t handle this. This wasn’t some local robbery he had to deal with. The other half of her life was caught up in a situation you can’t be trained for. They never taught Charlie how to deal with vampires in the police academy. Bella didn’t know much about Charlie’s education, but she did know that much.

“I guess we could go to get something to eat. I’m starved.”

“Yes, I can see you’re just withering away,” Jacob said, brushing his long fingers against her shoulder.

It was true, in part. She was getting thin. He had confronted her about it when he noticed it: had she been changed? No, she couldn’t do that without telling Jacob first—or at least very soon after. Well—was the bloodsucker forcing her to not eat? No, Edward would never do that. And he’s not a bloodsucker. Then…what was it? Bella shrugged, then. Maybe it was just the unusually long spurt of nice weather. She was outside more. As she talked about this with Jacob that time, she thought about what it might be like to go swimming with Edward. His dazzling skin, assuming they went swimming on a sunny day, would be magnified and so much bigger than her or anything else in this world.

“Alright, alright. Where you want to go?”

“Can you please speak with complete sentences? It’s driving me nuts.”

“Bella, you’re already—“

Bella held up her hand, going along with his teasing. “I’m quite aware. No need to point it out.”

Jacob grinned sheepishly. Bella chuckled at this. Not only was she a lamb to Edward’s lion, but wolves were notorious, at least in fairy tales, for eating sheep. Now that he was grinning sheepishly—though Bella didn’t know the origin of the word—she thought it ironic that the expression fit so well. Perhaps life would be better if she were a sheep. She considered it for a moment and then shook her head.

“What are you thinking about?” Jacob asked.

“Sheep,” Bella said, honestly.

“You are so strange, Bella Swan. But,” he grabbed her and pulled her into a melodramatic bear hug, “I do love you dearly, darling.”

“Of course you do. Now kiss me, fool.”

She regretted it the moment it fell from her mouth. Jacob, however, did not move in to her lips and pressed a very boundary-controlled kiss to her burning cheek.

“You’re warm, Bells,” he pointed out softly.

“Yeah. Must be this insane heat. I’m not used to it any more.” Bella moved away from his arms and wrapped her arms around herself loosely.

“Yeah. Maybe,” Jacob said, unconvinced.

“Right. So. Where are we going?”

Jacob hated when she changed the subject like that to avoid trouble. He wished she would just…let it out, sometimes. It would be good for her. Unlike that bloodsucking…deep breaths, he reminded himself. Be calm. He’s not here. You’re here. You and Bella.

“You’re choice,” his voice tightened with the words.

“Let’s get out of town.”

Jacob seemed relieved at the suggestion. “Alright, but I’m driving. We’ll come back for your truck later.” He glanced over his shoulder at the red monster. “I don’t think we have to worry about a break in.” Jacob turned to Bella and grinned.

“I don’t know, Forks sure is dangerous.”

Jacob snorted, Bella laughed.

“I love you, Bella,” he said, meaning only platonically for the moment.

Sensing this, Bella, still, lowered her eyes.


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