A/N: All, first of all, thank you for clicking. I'm not new to the FF world, I've been writing for awhile, for shows like Glee, How I Met Your Mother, Big Bang Theory, Office, Grey's Anatomy, House, etc. but I'm new to Twilight, so I'd really appreciate your feedback. I apologize in advance for any tense changes, I'm working on that.
Also, I'm looking for a beta, so if you're interested, PM me.
As of right now, I'm not planning to switch POV's – it will all be told from 3rd person perspective.
Run Right Into You
Chapter 1: Weight of it All
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Bella's eyes glanced up from her novel and shifted to the window.
She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. It was approaching the 12 o'clock hour – far too late for any visitors.
She swung her legs over the bed and crept towards the window quietly, carefully picking her way around anything she might trip on or fall over.
She shoved the window up and looked towards the dark earth below her.
Her visitor? Werewolf and one-time best friend, Jacob Black.
"Jake? What are you doing here? It's almost midnight." She whispered down to him.
"I just… I need to talk to you. Can I come up?" He called back softly, his eyes flitting to the darkened window next to hers, he didn't want to wake Charlie.
She heaved a sigh and ran the idea through her mind. Telling him no was something she felt like she'd been doing far too often lately.
Bella nodded her consent and silently stepped back from the window.
He was on his feet in her room seconds later.
She crossed her arms over her slender frame and turned her dark eyes to his.
Jake was standing close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off of him. He'd managed to put clothes on for once, a fitted black shirt and dark cargo shorts. She wasn't sure if she was grateful for his covered chest or sad because she'd grown so accustomed to seeing it.
"So what was so important that it couldn't wait until tomorrow?" She asked as she moved to sit on her bed, putting a little distance between her and her best friend.
She watched the emotions race across her face, so fast she couldn't fully identify one before the next arrived.
He ran a hand through her short black hair and sighed. This was not how he wanted to do this but he was now out of options. Her wedding was less than a week away, waiting was no longer a possibility.
"I need to tell you something." He confessed, sinking onto the bed beside her.
She turned to face him, waiting expectantly.
"I know I've done nothing but ask you not to do this, not to go through with it, not to make the decision to end your life. But I realized all I was doing was asking, I wasn't explaining, at least not in the way that I should have been."
Her brow furrowed. "Jake, you need to help me out here. I'm trying to read between the lines but it's a little vague." She told him, tentatively resting a hand on his arm.
He sighed heavily.
"Bells… Honey, I imprinted." He replied quietly.
She recoiled instantly. She jerked her hand back and turned away.
Her reaction, she knew, was unwarranted. She had no claim on the russet skinned boy sitting next to her. He was most definitely not hers. But the clench of her heart, the woosh of the gasp, she couldn't control it, she couldn't keep it in.
He halted her frantic reaction with a firm hand on her arm.
"Bella… I imprinted… I imprinted on you." He croaked out, not quite believing the words himself.
Her eyes widened, her breath caught, her actions froze.
That… That was not what she was expecting.
"Breathe Bells. It helps if you breathe." He muttered, squeezing her hand in his.
She pushed out a breath and shook her head.
"I don't… You said… Isn't there… I'm not…"
"You should try finishing one of those…" He murmured, offering a small smile.
She sucked in a breath and turned her dark gaze to his.
"You told me you hadn't imprinted. You said I'd know if you had." She reminded him.
He nodded, not denying it.
"I know. I… Bells, I didn't think you wanted this. I didn't want to you to think… I wanted you to be happy… I wanted you to choose me because you wanted me, not because you felt you had to." He fumbled, hoping his explanation made sense.
She ran a trembling hand through her hair in a failed attempt to calm herself.
"Then why now?" She finally questioned, almost hating herself for the bluntness of the question.
He'd expected that. He knew his motives would be questioned. He was prepared.
"Because I can't… I can't let you leave without knowing. I can't let you move all the way across the country without me at least telling you. It… It hurts. I hate it, I hate that I'm tied to you like this, I wanted it to be a choice, for both of us. I wanted to you to be able to do and go wherever you wanted. And you still can, I just…"
She understood. She knew what he was trying to say. This wasn't what he wanted but the imprint compelled him.
"Look, you know the drill. You don't have to accept it – I can figure it out. I'll make it so-"
She cut him off with the soft brush of her lips against his. He froze, not entirely comprehending what was happening.
He lips moved softly against his, her hands creeping up to grip his biceps in her lithe fingers.
He wasted no time in responding. He pulled her to him, taking control of the kiss, tracing the seam of her lips with his tongue, asking for entrance.
She granted it, moving her arms up to clasp around his neck. Her need for him felt like her need for oxygen.
He broke free after a long moment, resting his forehead against hers. This had all taken a very unexpected turn.
"What… What does this mean Bells? You can't just… Just kiss me… And not expect me…" He trailed off, not exactly certain of how he wanted to end that statement.
She blew out a soft breath, her hands now resting on his shoulders.
"I know… I just… I need to think. Give me the weekend."
As if he could deny her anything.
A/N: Ok, so there's the first chapter. Short I know, but it was either this or a ridiculously long chapter, and I think this was a good place to break off. Please, tell me what you think, and if you're willing to beta, let me know!