First installment of what Iâm telling you now is going to be an extremely long Jacob Black series, requested by both myself (because hey, I get to have a little fun in this requesting thing too) and an anon. âI love the idea of your Jacob story. I really want to see the reader as Bellaâs little sister (Renee was pregnant when she left idk) and Jacob falls for her when Bella meets him at the beach and later wolf stuff happens and he has to leave her and Bella in NM and then he imprints when Y/n confronts him and they sort of handle the books as a couple? Plus Cullens and Bella if you can. â Hope you like it!
All future installments can be found on the âThe Story ContinuesâŠâ page.
Your life wasnât what theyâd call cookie-cutter. There were constants, and there were inconsistencies; Hell, most of the constants in your life were that there were inconsistencies. It wasnât in any means regular, or stable, really, but it was sort of perfect in that way. Youâd grown up with you mother and sister out in the blistering heat of a Phoenix suburb, surrounded by dying house plants and instructional books, their dog-eared paged abandoned at varying time markers. Renee hadnât finished any, but with her ever-changing interests, there was always the promise of a visit to the bookstore, something both you and your sister Bella enjoyed almost as much as walking your mother through her spontaneous phases in life. It wasnât what most kids expected out of their childhoods, but parading around in the freedom Reneeâs parenting provided was liberating, just as dealing with the responsibilities she neglected (such as checking the mailbox, which saved your electricity more than once) prepared you for the weight of life. Shoulders are never too young to bear the weight of the world. It probably would have done Atlas some good if heâd had a little more practice. He wouldnât have needed Hercules.
Aside from the constant of Reneeâs inconstant interests, there was your father, Charlie. You werenât supposed to call him Charlie to his face, just like you werenât supposed to call Renee Renee to her face, but slips were made and he didnât seem to mind much. After all, you didnât have any experience with him until about five months after youâd been born. In those last days before your motherâs fated departure from Forks, Washington, your parents had had what your mother would nonchalantly refer to as their last moment of unconditional love. You were the product of that last burst of passion, though you werenât exactly the desired effect. Charlie hadnât been secretive in his history with your mother, but even if he had been, it wasnât difficult to see that his intentions were for her to stay. He was energetic, he was lively, he was passionate⊠all these things he proved to her, but still she left, this time with the promise of a second child growing alongside her first. Because you didnât have much experience with Charlie throughout your infancy, you took to spending more time than Bella deemed necessary up in Forks. It was important to you that you have your father in your life, as your prenatal time was absorbed only in Renee. Youâd go down with Bella in the summer (until, of course, she decided on California with Charlie instead. Youâd stay with him without her afterwards, and not for as long, until you convinced her to return to Forks with you. Charlie was thankful.), watch her wallow through the rain she hated so much, and when autumn came rolling in, youâd remain in your fatherâs home, sometimes well into the school year. More often than not, though, you ended up returning home a month or two into the education process. Your visits and stays were frequent enough that you were never really the ânew kid,â you were merely the travelling student teachers dreaded having placed in their classrooms. You required integration, and most would rather request to have their licences revoked than spend time updating a student while their class raged on. But it was worth the hectic immersion and rolling eyes to spend time with Charlie.
You meshed well with him, with Forks. It was like a sedative, moving from the honking car horns and ten-hour traffic to the emerald canopy and constant rainfall you found in northern Washington. Charlie was no Renee, either: he was responsible, he was level-headed, predictable. He held a solid job. He was gone from a certain time in the morning to a designated time at night. If ever there was an impressive crime rate in Forks, you imagine it would be a little less stable, living with your father, but the town was clouded constantly in peace. You could decompress, you could breathe again. What Bella saw as growing gills you saw as clearing your lungs. You two were very much alike in most fields; other than Forks, you were practically twins. You shared nearly everything, from books to clothing to secrets. Up until last year, youâd shared a bedroom at Charlieâs; now, you preferred the guest room by the washing machine. It was closer to the ground, closer to the kitchen, and closer to the door. You were always eager to escape the confines of the house and enjoy the rain-slicked nature outside, especially during football season, which, ironically enough, provided your favourite reason for leaving the vicinity. When Billy Black rolled around to watch the game, he brought with him his daughters and his son for you and Bella to entertain yourselves with. With the children out of the way, it was easier to enjoy the sport. Forks provided friendships, the likes of which youâd never found in Phoenix.
This was one of the very few factors youâd had to make into many to convince Bella to stay the year with you in Forks. It was the longest youâd ever dared intrude on Charlieâs peace, but a stay heâd fully encouraged. You couldnât stand to be separated from your sister for so long a time (you couldnât begin to imagine what itâd be like when she left for college), but youâd always been the eager one when it came to Forks. The rain you dismissed; you told her itâd be a dry year, a fact youâd pulled out of thin air, but a fact that eroded her resolve. There was the promise of fewer potential heart attacks while living with the less-than-spontaneous Charlie. Bella had more of your father in her anyways, what would be uncomfortable about spending more time with the heavier end of her genetic coding? Sheâd turned that one on you, of course; you had a little more Renee, physically, but you were able to counter with the promise of Jacob Black. It was a name she remembered vaguely, having spent every other summer in Forks and not always with Jacob (football season did, after all, start in fall. She was usually soaking up the last of the Phoenix summer by that time), but a name that promised happiness nonetheless. You had her hooked in less than ten minutes of discussion, and Charlie was on board in less than three. He was never one for lengthy conversation, so you expected an easy victory from him. Renee was, conveniently, being whisked away by her Phil (a nice enough guy, but the type that ground your gears; he was dead-set on playing the soccer-coach dad, and you werenât having any of it. That was probably why he liked Bella more) as he tried to find a team. With very minimal effort, youâd secured a year in Forks, sister included, the promise of new beginnings fueling your excitement even after over one thousand five hundred miles of travel. The rain purified, the air filtered through your lungs, and you were home.
Charlie met you both in his cruiser, naturally, and you relinquished the front seat to your older sister, crunching yourself against the Plexiglas barrier separating criminal from law enforcement officer, or, in your case, father from daughter. Charlie wasnât the type to ramble on, or even hold a casual conversation, but he managed to slip out a few sentences, likely for your sake. While Bella was comfortable with silence, you were more keen to listen to his voice. He inquired about your flight, if the airplane food was any good, that sort of thing. You replied accordingly, watching Bella grin in the side mirrorâs reflection as you explained the turbulence issues and how you had tried to bribe the flight attendant to tell the pilot to go easy on the corkscrews. Charlie chuckled, his mustache twitching as he fought to control the smile that broke out across his face. He reminded you both of the starting date for Forks high school, a whopping day away (something Bella had remembered, but you had forgotten. Too much Renee. It was a running joke), and mentioned a certain surprise for the both of you waiting at the house. Bella hated surprises almost as much as you did; though youâd think the amount of your mother in you would excite at the thought of surprises, having your entire existence be a surprise sort of sallowed the idea. Charlieâs kind brown eyes locked on yours in his rearview, promising you would love whatever he had planning. You hoped to God he was right.
What was waiting was a rusted old Chevy for Bella, a good sturdy truck, dependable enough that even she couldnât crash the thing and ruin the exterior. What was waiting inside the car, however, was your surprise. You ran to the truck, running your fingertips over the russet metal, watching as flimsy metal flakes drifted to the rain-slick asphalt at your feet, wandering aimlessly to the passenger side to relish in the leather interior. They didnât make them like this anymore, and you were eager to see what the truck had to offer, if Bella was willing to give it a test drive. Unfortunately, your seat was taken by a certain Jacob Black, his long hair uncharacteristically billowing to his shoulders, his eyes crinkling in the corners as your jaw dropped. He smiled that wide, open smile of his, his teeth gleaming brightly against the backdrop of his velvet skin. He slid out of the car, wrapping his arms around your shoulders, enveloping you in his embrace. His chuckles rumbled against your ear as you squeezed your arms around his waist, moving with him as he rocked your body from side to side. It was good to be home.
âSurprise,â he whispered, laughing into your hair as you muffled your own giddy sounds of joy against his chest. Heâd grown since you last saw him, but that was to be expected of a teenage boy. Still, he was somewhat locked in your memory as a clumsy child running around Charlieâs tree, trailed by his sisters, yourself, and an even clumsier Bella. It was almost unbelievable to see how heâd grown. His hug lasted a lifetime, his face pressed into the side of your cheek, an intimate experience, without doubt, but one you both were more than comfortable with. Jacob was just⊠easy to be with. It wasnât uncommon for his arm to be slung around your shoulder as you walked, which you did now, returning to Bellaâs side. Jacob reintroduced himself (in Bellaâs defense, he did look a lot different from the last time she saw him), extending his free hand outward for her to shake. Charlie ducked inside the house, dropping a suitcase to pat Jacob on the back as he went, voicing his well-wishes for Billy as the door shut behind him. Bella soon followed, setting off to wash her face and prepare for the next day at school. She was not as familiar with the student population of Forks as you were; tomorrow would be an entirely different experience for her. It almost made you feel guilty, but Jacobâs arm around your shoulder banished the thought instantly. âSo, how much time do you think weâve got before the Chief calls curfew?â he asked, his eyes sparkling with glee. God, it was so good to be home. You smiled, tilting your head in mock contemplation.
âI figure weâve got an hour or two. I havenât eaten since Phoenix, you know, so I may have to leave you for dinner.â At this, he playfully rolled his eyes, accepting the nudge in the side you aimed his way, ducking the both of you in the direction of Bellaâs truck. âHey, Iâm sacrificing for you, Jake. Donât you pull that with me.â Jacob held his hand up in surrender, propping himself against the truck bedâs side, his lips concealing the smile that threatened to poke through as he feigned defeat.
âSo, whatâd I miss? Itâs been, what, nine months since you were here? Any new near-death experiences I should know about? What was it- was it yoga?- is your mom still into that?â You snorted, shaking your head at his memory. This kid was made of gold.
âYes and no. Sheâs crocheting now. And you should have seen the turbulence on our flight. Oh my God, Jake, I was this close, this close, to jumping shipâŠâ You night continued on in that fashion; Jacobâs laughter painted the sunset above, his eyes widened at your ridiculous encounters while you were separated, and his smooth voice filled the gaps within your storytelling with tales of his own. His sister got married, heâs working on a new car, his friend Embry Call had asked that girl he liked so much on a date and she had denied him. Your months apart seemed to disintegrate as you spoke, narrating your lives and illustrating with wild hand gestures the events you both had missed. It was as if youâd never left. The only evidence of your departure was the car holding the both of you upright and the few inches Jake had accumulated in his bones. When Charlie called for dinner, Jacob reluctantly took his leave, walking around to the car heâd hidden in the trees (Police Chief Swan wasnât supposed to know he was driving), waving out of his window as he returned to La Push. You sighed, watching him disappear around a curve in the winding road before you stumbled into Charlieâs house, plopping yourself down at the table to eat the eggs your father had prepared. Good old Charlie and his incompetence in the kitchen. You were sure Bella would find a way into the position of chef, but for now, you enjoyed whatever your father had to offer. After a quiet meal, you retired to your little makeshift bedroom, bidding your sister goodnight as she returned to what was her nursery. You collapsed atop your sheets, your mind hot-wired towards Jacob Black and the happy events of the night, making sleep next to impossible. The rain ate away at the exterior of the house as your mind replayed the sound of his laughter, painting your restless eyelids with the alluring green of the forest. Upstairs, in the room directly overhead, Bella was sharing your sleepless night, her heart wrenching tight with homesickness just as your homesickness disappeared. This was your home, and you were beyond elated to be back.
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