The Twilight Saga

This is a collab story with me and Gianna Black. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED! ALL THESE CHARACTERS AND SOME SCENES BELONG TO STEPHENIE MEYER! It's a Jacob and Bella story. So, please enjoy!





Chapter 1 (New Moon, Chapter 9: Third Wheel, page 219-224, just after Jacob left home from the movies)
I leaned against the kitchen counter, my hand inches from the phone, and tried to wait patiently. thought of the strange look on Jacob's face before he drove away, and my fingers started drumming against the counter. I should have insisted on driving him home.

I watched the clock as the minutes ticked by. Ten. Fifteen. Even when I was driving, it only took fifteen minutes, and Jacob drove faster than I did. Eighteen minutes. I picked up the phone and dialed.

It rang and rang. Maybe Billy was asleep. Maybe I'd dialed wrong. I tried again.

On the eighth ring, just as I was about to hang up, Billy answered.

"Hello?" he asked. His voice was wary, like he was expecting bad news.

"Billy, it's me, Bella- did Jake make it home yet? He left here about twenty minutes ago."

"He's here," Billy said tonelessly.

"He was supposed to call me." I was a little irritated. "He was getting sick when he left, and I was worried."

"He was... too sick to call. He's not feeling well right now." Billy sounded distant. I realized he must want to be with Jacob.

"Let me know if you need any help," I offered. "I could come down." I thought of Billy, stuck in his chair, and Jake fending for himself...

"No, no," Billy said quickly. "We're fine. Stay at your place."

The way he said it was almost rude.

"Okay," I agreed

"Bye, Bella."

The line disconnected.

"Bye," I muttered.

Well, at least he'd made it home. Oddly, I didn't feel less worried. I trudged up the stairs, fretting. Maybe I would go down before work tomorrow to check on him. I could take soup- we had to have a can of Campbell's around here somewhere.

I realized all such plans were canceled when I woke up early- my clock said for thirty- and sprinted to the bathroom. Charlie found me there a half hour later, lying on the floor, my cheek pressed against the cold edge of the bathtub.

He looked at me for a long moment.

"Stomach flu," he finally said.

"Yes," I moaned.

"You need something?" he asked.

"Call the Newtons for me, please," I instructed hoarsely. "Tell them I have what Mike had, and that I can't make it in today. Tell them I'm sorry."

"Sure, no problem," Charlie assured me.

I spent the rest of the day on the bathroom floor, sleeping for a few hours with my head on a crumpled up towel. Charlie claimed that he had to work, but I suspected that he just wanted access to a bathroom. He left a glass of water on the floor beside me to keep me hydrated.

It woke me up when he came back home. I could see that it was dark in my room- after nightfall. He clumped up the stairs to check on me.

"Still alive?"

"Sort of," I said.

"Do you want anything?"

"No, thanks."

He hesitated, clearly out of his element. "Okay, then," he said, then he went back down to the kitchen. I heard the phone ring a few minutes later. charlie spoke to someone in a low voice for a moment, and then hung up.

"Mike feels better," he called up to me.

Well, that was encouraging. He'd only gotten sick eight hours or so before me. Eight more hours. The thought made my stomach turn, and I pulled myself up to lean over the toilet.

I fell asleep on the towel again, but when I woke up I was in my bed and it was light outside my window. I didn't remember  moving; Charlie must have carried me to my room- he'd also put the glass of water on my bedside table. I felt parched. I chugged it down, thought it tasted funny from sitting stagnant all night.

I got up slowly, trying not to trigger the nausea again. I was weak, and my mouth tasted horrible, but my stomach felt fine. I looked at my clock.

My twenty-four hours were up.

I didn't push it, eating nothing but saltine crackers for breakfast. Charlie looked relieved to see me recovered.

As soon as I was sure that I wasn't going to have to spend the day on the bathroom floor again, I called Jacob.

Jacob was the one who answered, but when I heard his greeting I knew he wasn't over it.

"Hello?" His voice was broken, cracking.

"Oh, Jake," I groaned sympathetically. "You sound horrible."

"I feel horrible," he whispered.

"I'm so sorry I made you go out with me. This sucks."

"I'm glad I went." His voice was still a whisper. "Don't blame yourself. This isn't your fault."

"You'll get better soon," I promised. "I woke up this morning and I was fine."

"You were sick?" he asked dully.

"Yes, I got it, too. But I'm fine now."

"That's good." His voice was dead.

"So you'll probably be better in a few hours," I encouraged.

I could barely hear his answer. "I don't think I have the same thing you did."

"Don't you have the stomach flu?" I asked, confused.

"No. This is something else."

"What's wrong with you?"

"Everything," he whispered. "Every part of me hurts."

The pain in his voice was nearly tangible.

"What can I do, Jake? What can I bring you?"

"Nothing. You can't come here." He was abrupt. It reminded me of Billy the other night.

"I've already been exposed to whatever you have," I pointed out.

He ignored me. "I'll call you when I can. I'll let you know when you can come down again."


"I've got to go," he said with sudden urgency.

"Call me when you feel better."

"Right," he agreed, and his voice had a strange, bitter edge.

He was silent for a moment. I was waiting for him to say goodbye, but he waited too.

"I'll see you soon," I finally said.

"Wait for me to call," he said again.

"Okay... Bye, Jacob."

"Bella," he whispered my name, and then hung up the phone.

***End of New Moon Excerpt***

The rest of the day, I tried to keep myself busy with chores and homework. I even called the Newtons to tell them I would be at work tomorrow, just because I couldn't find anything else to do.

But, even though I tried my hardest to keep myself busy, I couldn't stop thinking about Jacob. He sounded so sick on the phone and it hurt me to hear him in pain when there was nothing I could do about it. I wasn't allowed to come over until Jacob's call, but I could help but wonder if I should go down there.

As the day dragged on, it was finally nightfall and I decided to hit the sack early. As I climbed into the bed, I still thought about Jake. I needed to see him soon, to make sure he was okay, to see if he needed anything at all. I decided to go check on him tomorrow, at least call to see if he needed anything.

I heard a tap on my window. I completely froze and didn't dare look out my window. Could it be?

I slowly turned and looked at my window. My eyes widened when I saw a pebble tap my window once again. I pursed my lips. If he was here, he would have opened the window without any hesitation. I got up slowly and walked over to my window. Another pebble tapped against my window, just a little bit louder. I opened my window and looked down at the huge dark figure. At first, I couldn't make out what it was. Then, I saw it wave and recognized it at once.



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*~*~*~*~*~ Table Of Contents *~*~*~*~*~

Chapter 1 (By Me)
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Chapter 2 (By Gianna)

Chapter 3 (By Me)

Chapter 4 (By Gianna)

Chapter 5 (By Me)

Chapter 6 (Part 1) (By Gianna)

Chapter 6 (Part 2) (By Gianna)

Chapter 7 (By Me)

Chapter 8 (By Gianna)

Chapter 9 (By Me)

Chapter 10 (By Gianna)

Chapter 11 (By Me)

Chapter 12 (By Gianna)

Chapter 13 (By Me)


Chapter 14 (By Gianna)


Chapter 15 (By Me)


Chapter 16 (By Gianna)


Chapter 17 (By Me)


Chapter 18 (By Gianna)


Chapter 19 (By Me)


Chapter 20 (By Gianna)


Chapter 21 (By Me)

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Chapter 9
Jacob kept leaning forward towards me, hesitating just slightly enough so that I could back away if I wanted to. But I didn’t move. I just stood there in place, frozen like a statue. His breath covered my face, making me a little dizzy. He stopped just a few inches from my face. I could hear his breathing become ragged. I just closed my eyes and stood still.

He pressed his lips against mine gently, kissing me softly. His lips were so soft, so warm. He lips molded over mine in a way that I wasn’t quite familiar with. And, against all reason, I kissed him, too. His hand slid across my skin to the back of my neck. My heart was pounding against my chest like crazy. I have never kissed anyone since Edward. I gently put my hand on his shoulder, not wanting him to stop kissing me. The kiss felt so warm, so nice.

He pulled away and looked at me, a weak smile on his face. His fingertips brushed my cheek. I held his hand to my face. I couldn’t deny it anymore. I really liked Jacob. Maybe even loved him. It was clear he liked me, too.

The phone rang, breaking the silence and the mood. I sighed, removed my hands from Jacob, walked into the kitchen, and picked it up.


“Bells,” Charlie said. The corner of my mouth pulled down.

“What is it, dad,” I asked, a little irritated.

Charlie didn’t seem to hear the acid in my voice. “I wrote on the note that I’ll call you later. Anyways, I just needed you to know that I’ll be at Harry’s house tonight for dinner.”

“All right, dad,” I said.

“See you later tonight, Bells.”


I hung up the phone and turned, only to find Jacob right behind me; he so close, I nearly bumped into him, almost like he was a brick wall. I jumped a little in surprise. He chuckled a little. I felt my cheekbones burn a little.

“Um…” was all I could say. He took one of my hands and intertwined his fingers with mine.

“So,” he said, raising an eyebrow. I gnawed on my lip nervously. I sighed finally; I can’t believe he kissed me, but… I did really like that kiss. Better than any kiss I’ve ever had with Edward, since he would always have to be so careful.

“What’s wrong,” Jacob asked, his other hand caressing my cheek. His thumb gently rubbed my cheek, making butterflies flutter in my stomach. It never did that before. Why was my stomach doing that now?!

“Nothing,” I said, dismissing the thoughts from my head. He just smiled, and leaned closer to me, trying to kiss me again.

But I turned my head away. I didn’t know why, but when I looked over at Jake, he looked hurt. Damn, why’d I do that? Something in my brain clicked and I knew why I turned away.

“Jake,” I said, sighing. “I don’t want you to be the rebound.”

I looked at him and was surprised when he had a slight smile on his face.

“Bella,” he said, taking his hands in mine. I tried to ignore the tingling sensation I felt when his warm fingertips brushed my hand.

“Bella, there’s something I need to tell you. It’s sorta a werewolf thing.” He led me over and sat me down on the couch.

“What is it,” I asked. He gnawed on his lower lip, concentrating very hard on something.

“Well, you know how I told you about Sam and Emily. About how Sam Imprinted on her?” I nodded. He sighed and continued, “Well, the thing is…” Then, he stopped and looked really nervous.

“Spit it out, Jake,” I said impatiently. He chuckled a little, but he still hesitated and looked at the ground silently, which got on my nerves.

“Remember that night,” he started, not looking up from the ground. “The night I came into your room? The night I told you what I was?” I nodded. He continued, “I remember feeling this pulling sensation… it was like something was pulling me towards someone. It was as if I wasn’t being held to the ground by gravity anymore.” Then, he looked up at me. “You were the one holding me down to earth, Bella.”

I was silent. Mostly because I didn’t know where he was going with this and I needed a little more detail. He sighed.

“Bella,” he said, boring his eyes into mine. “I Imprinted on you that night.”

I was silent once again. But it was because… I had no idea what to say. I also had no idea how to feel about it. I just felt… frozen.

Finally, I whispered, “Really?” Jake sighed in relief, his eyes softening, and nodded.

Then, the emotion came. I was… ecstatic that Jake had felt the same way. I was almost bursting with joy that I didn’t have to hide these feelings anymore just because I didn’t want Jake to get hurt. Now, I knew that he was my real soul mate. That I was his other half, not Edward’s.

“It’s fine if you don’t want to… date or anything,” he said. “Remember, I can just be your best friend or like a brother. I don’t wanna push you into liking me-”

“No, Jake,” I said. “It’s fine. I mean… I do really like you. A lot.” A grin slowly spread across his face. Then, he draped his arm across my shoulder. I gladly welcomed it and laid my head on his shoulder. He grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, resting his head on top of mine. It felt so right to be sitting next to him, to have his arm on my shoulder, and to just be with him.

And, honestly, I couldn’t have felt happier.
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