A/N First and foremost, I would like to give a special thanks to Pemberly Rose, author of Life in Technicolor, for being the wonderful beta that she is, and Project Team Beta for their fine tuning. This particular story was inspired by a friend of mine, very much like my Jacob character. The situations are intended to be relatively relatable, true to life so to speak. The story is told mainly from Bella and Jacob's POV's, but other characters will share their POV's to shed light on the situations. Thank you for taking the time to read. Enjoy!
Time Won't Let Me Go
Featuring: Bella & Jacob, along with Seth, Leah, Jasper, Emmett, Edward, Alice, Rosalie & the entire cast of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga characters. No copyright infringement is intended.
All Human – AU
Jacob Black, an Olympic boxing hopeful, dreams to be great. Bella Swan, a lifetime romantic, dreams to be his. After an unexpected tragedy occurs, everyone close to them is left pondering the outcome. Starts at the awkward ages of preteens & follows through to young adulthood.
I gathered every bead and stone that lay scattered on the hardwood floor to re-string them, acknowledging just how precious the anklet had become to me. I wore it every day. When I was all alone, I'd often discover it in my hand, held captive, and thoroughly entranced in the memories it roused.
Who knows how many times I caught myself doing that?
It didn't hold any monetary value. The cost of it was cheap, if not entirely free. Sentimentally, however, it meant the world to me. I caressed my fingers over a shiny Labradorite gemstone. The way the light refracted from it caused a fluctuation of several different colors as ever-changing as the emotions that swirled within me whenever he entered my mind.
Slight variations in the gemstone's shapes, and the sizes, made the anklet much more attractive. Unique in splendor, each and every precious piece united accordingly, and brought an individual beauty to the delicate string of jewelry.
The dark green seed beads spaced between each stone greatly outnumbered the significant gems. They were far more petite than the polished rocks, plain, and plentiful like the days we'd spent apart. The anklet wouldn't be the same without them.
I wondered how wide of a beaded space I should leave between the stones. I'd have to count each individual bead, and divide them evenly, if I wanted it to be perfect.
Did it really need to be perfect though? Life isn't perfect. That's what the anklet had become to me: a representation, a reminder of certain events in my life. Special memories separated by large spaces of time. Wonderful moments, I shared with him while we grew up. I relished them all, no matter how small or imperfect they may have been.
Lifting the first gemstone, I recalled the day we met as I carefully threaded it onto the strand of twined sinew.
Hired as the new Forks Sheriff, my father, Charles Swan, moved my mother, Renee, my two brothers, Emmett and Jasper, and me, Bella Swan into a small white house on the outskirts of town- the summer before I entered the seventh grade.
In the three short weeks we'd been there, I'd rearranged the smaller of the two upstairs bedrooms umpteenth times trying to find some comfort and stability in our new home. I was determined to see the room as mine. Working to get it right, I hummed along with the radio music which had me in an upbeat mood.
A loud, unexpected knock at the front door excited me, and knowing Jasper and Emmett had ventured into town, I raced down the stairs to answer it, yelling, "I got it, Mom!"
"What?" she hollered. "Did you say something, Hon?"
I swung open the door and my knees turned to Jell-O. The cutest, most handsome boy I had ever seen in my entire life - a dark haired, dark eyed, bronze skinned angel - stood gloriously before my eyes, holding a football in his hand. I gulped.
"Is Emmett home?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
For some weird reason, my mouth disconnected from my brain, and nothing came out.
The boy smiled. His lips appeared a little chapped and cracking. Fit, and built nicely for his age, his deep, brown eyes sparkled. He gruffly cleared his throat, and grinned with half his mouth. "Are you Emmett's sister?" he asked.
Completely unable to gather my wits about me, I nodded my head up and down. I could just about imagine how idiotic I must have appeared to him at the time.
"Well, ah… Is he here?"
"Oh…uh… Emmett, no he's not. He went into town to get some ice cream," I finally managed to stammer.
"Yeah, I saw him there. I thought he'd be home by now. When he gets back, tell him I stopped by to see if he wanted to play some football with me and some of my friends. I live a few blocks down the street," he said, turning and pointing in the direction of his house, "that-a-way."
He stepped backwards down one of the steps. "The name's Jacob, by the way."
He smiled again, and my soul resonated with the most fantastic feeling, as if little bells had awakened my sleeping heart. I never felt that way before. I thought I would die from pure happiness. It was love at first sight, I was certain.
After I closed the door, I sprinted up the stairs to look in the mirror. My thin white tank top had become full of dusty dirt and grime. I screamed out in horror. A snarly mess of tied up hair covered with icky lint, nested atop my head, fit for a rat.
Ugly smudges of humidity, melted mascara - the only makeup I was allowed to wear at the time – darkened my eyes like a raccoon. I felt plain disgusting.
Just my luck, I met the boy of my dreams and I looked awful. He would probably never, ever take another look in my direction again.
Eager to find out more about the boy who took my breath away, I sat on the porch and waited for Emmett and Jasper to get home.
As soon as they arrived, I mentioned - as casually as I was able - somebody named Jacob came by looking for Emmett to play football. I didn't notice Emmett's ripped and blood speckled shirt, right away.
"Sh-," they said, putting their fingers to their lips. They motioned for me to follow them up the stairs.
As soon as their bedroom door was shut, Jasper blurted, "Emmett was in a fight."
"A fight." I gasped in surprise.
"Sh-Shut up, both of you. You're talking too loud; Mom will hear," Emmett scolded, through gritted teeth. "Dad will have a heart attack if he finds out."
"A fight?" I whispered. "With who? Tell me what happened!"
The two of them anxiously started whispering at the same time. I couldn't catch a word either of them said.
"Shh… I'll tell it." Emmett glared, backhanding Jasper in the chest.
"Owee, that hurt," Jasper whimpered.
"On our way home we met up with two guys about my age. They started accusing Jasper of staring at 'em. No one was even looking at 'em either. They just wanted to fight," Emmett snarled. "We walked away but they followed us. Then the kid with the biggest mouth knocked Jasper's ice-cream cone out of his hand. I stepped in front of Jasper and pushed him away. He punched me in the stomach, and knocked the wind out of me. When I doubled over, he hit me in the face. The next thing I knew, we were rolling around on the ground fighting. I hit him in the nose as hard as I could, and his nose started bleeding. Then he got on top of me. I couldn't get him off. All I could do was cover up to protect my face."
"I tried to help," Jasper interjected, and frowned. "But the other guy grabbed me. I couldn't get loose. That's when Jake and another kid came over."
"Jake pulled the guy off me," Emmett said, "Of course, the mouthy guy wasn't happy about it. Pretty soon Jake and he were fighting. "
"You should have seen it, Bella," Jasper squealed excitedly, "it was just like a boxing match on TV."
"It really was." Emmett continued, "Jake ended up knocking the guy down. When he got back up, he started threatening all of us. But you could tell he didn't want to fight anymore. He knew he already lost."
"Who were those guys?"
"A bad kid, named Paul, and his friend Jared. I guess they always do stuff like this. Jake said Paul's nothing but a bully. They have a boxing club in La Push. But they're not supposed to be fighting out of the gym. If their coach finds out, they'll be kicked off the team."
Emmett finally got around to telling me about Jacob. His full name was Jacob Black, and he was thirteen almost fourteen, like Emmett. He lived in La Push with his dad. Since his dad traveled a lot, he usually stayed in Forks with his Aunt Sue and Uncle Harry. The other kid was Jacob's cousin, Seth. He was the same age as Jasper, and he had a twin sister, named Leah.
We later found out that Charlie knew Seth's dad, Harry Clearwater. Harry also worked at the police station, as a dispatcher.
Jake and Seth introduced me to Leah a few days later, and the six of us became inseparable.
We did everything together. Whenever the sun shined, we hung out at the beach, the park, the swimming pool, hiked, had picnics, or rode bikes. When it poured rain, which was more often than not, we played board games, card games and video games, or simply watched TV.
By the end of the summer, we had become like a family. Leah was my best friend. The same went for Seth and Jasper, and Emmett and Jacob.
Everything was perfect, except I was secretly in love with Jacob Black, who unfortunately happened to be my brother's best friend. The more time I spent around Jacob, the more I fell in love with him.
He had this quality about him that made people look up to him, a natural born leader.
Jacob was a very talented boxer, the best on the team, as well as The Silver Glove State Champion in his weight class. His coach said he had enough potential to make boxing into a career.
Jacob boasted that someday he'd bring home an Olympic Gold Medal. Then turn into a professional championship boxer. Even the older boys around the two communities showed him a lot of respect. He was awesome, he was beautiful, and I loved him. I planned on marrying him when I got older. All would be right with the world if he were mine.
Jacob treated me like a sister. In some ways that was better than being treated like a girl. We could be "real" around each other, behave normally instead of putting on an act. Well, that wasn't entirely true; I always acted as if I didn't like him. But that was different.
During the school year, Jacob remained in La Push, and was rarely around on the weekdays. He stayed with the Clearwaters on most weekends, though, and I looked forward to every single one of them.
Jasper and Emmett joined Jacob's boxing club. They traveled to boxing matches with the team. The matches took place on Saturdays unless it was a tournament. In which case, it would be two days long, and they would be gone all weekend. I loved it when they didn't have to go to a match because then Jacob would come over.
I guarded my secret dearly, always careful not to show any unusual interest in Jacob. I was afraid if he found out I had a crush on him, he would stop talking to me, or stop hanging out at our house altogether.
And because Emmett was "big brotherly" protective of me around boys. My dad told him it was his job as an older brother to keep the boys away from me. I think Dad was only kidding when he said it, but he forgot to tell Emmett, hence, Emmett took the job seriously.
Emmett decided I was too young for a boyfriend. Mind you - I wasn't very far behind him in age. He especially didn't like the idea of me liking one of his friends which never happened until the moment I met Jacob.
My older brother's overprotective nature made him absolutely against the concept of Jake and me. He drew the line early on. I'm not sure if he came right out and told Jacob to stay away from me, or merely implied it. All I knew was that Jacob was acutely aware of how his best friend felt. Emmett made it perfectly clear to me and Jacob, both - one cold, wet November morning, the first winter we'd spent in Forks.
I threaded another glossy gemstone, and recognized that particular day was when our story truly began.