Hey you guys! I know I know. I haven't finished Hearts Dream Deeply, but this idea came up and I knew I had to write it before I lost it. So without further ado, my story! A huge thank you to my beautiful Beta, FairyEli! She'a done so much for me you wouldn't believe it!
Like I've said before, I don't own Twilight. Never have, never will.
I first met Bella Swan at age five. She was all alone in the room and never talked to anyone. I felt sorry for her but I had my friends, Quil and Embry. I felt bad, but not enough to do anything about it.
Until one day, Quil and Embry didn't show up to daycare. Now I was alone. Now I had no one to talk to. I had only been there for ten minutes and I was miserable already. How did she manage it every single day. I finally decided to do something about it. I walked up to her and slid down against the wall where she sat.
"Hi! I'm Jacob but you can call me Jake! What's your name?" I asked brightly.
"Bella," she murmured, staring wide-eyed at me. She looked almost afraid.
"Come on. Let's go and play!" I said, trying to pull her up. She shook her head and sat back down.
"You just want to sit here and be lonely?"
"Sounds fun to me."
"Fine but I'm sitting here with you." I said, and I did. For about three minutes. That's all I could do. I pulled her up and dragged her over to the Legos. She looked terrified.
"C'mon, don't tell me you don't know how to build with Legos?" I joked. She smiled and I counted it as a win.
We played with the Legos that day for five hours before we had lunch and then we went straight back. She played tentatively at first, as if afraid to have fun, but she got into it soon and we were laughing and giggling like the five year olds we were.
I think that was when I first fell half-way in love with Bella Swan. I couldn't be sure because surely I was too young to know what love was, but I knew there was something special a both that girl. Her face lit up when she smiled. Her eyes bright with a new idea. And to think, if Quil and Embry had shown up that day, I wouldn't even have talked to her. I had to thank them the next time I saw them, which hopefully would be tomorrow.
She didn't understand why mommy and daddy didn't want to be together anymore. She didn't understand why mommy moved. She didn't know why she had to stay with daddy. She didn't understand why daddy and she moved to a new house. She didn't understand why she had to go to a place where everyone was different than her and she had no friends while daddy went to work.
She didn't understand a lot of things. But she never voiced the questions that burned through her mind. She didn't like the place where everyone was copper-skinned and black-haired and she stuck out, pale and brown-haired. They weren't mean but they didn't talk to her.
They didn't do anything with her. They left her to burn. She held no grudge against them. She wasn't even upset at them. She just wanted to go home.
She only watched. She was entranced by one certain boy with longer hair. He was always laughing, always smiling, always happy. She not only envied him but she loved watching him. His happiness made her happy in a way.
She didn't understand but she accepted it the way her five year old mind could, silently. It was all Bella knew how to do. When daddy and mommy were fighting, they forgot she was there. So she let them fight. She said not a word. She missed her mommy but she loved her daddy too and didn't want to move. It turns out that she would move either way.
The happy boy was always looking at her when he thought she wasn't looking. He looked almost sorry for her and that made her feel worse. No one should feel bad because of her especially not someone who's as happy as him.
She wanted to walk up and squeeze all the bad feelings right out of him. He really was always smiling and he should never be unhappy. Then, one day, the boy's friends weren't there and he was alone.
Bella was extremely surprised when he walked over to her and sat down beside her. She dared not look at him and they sat in silence for about 10 minutes. Then he struck up a conversation with her and she learned his name was Jacob. He had a nice voice. Bella wanted to listen to him talk forever.
When he dragged her away from her sanctuary, she was terrified. What if the kids didn't like her? What if they sent her back to her corner? But she was scared for nothing. She and Jacob played and played and played and played. And for the first time ever, Bella couldn't wait to go back to Daycare.