DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING TO DO WITH THIS STORY; CHARACTERS OR OTHERWISE -THIS IS A RE-IMAGINATION OF AN EXISTING WORLD - EVERYTHING BELONGS TO A MRS STEPHENIE MEYER

***This is my very first fan fiction story and also my very first attempt at creative writing. I am in every sense an amateur and all comments, guidance, and constructive criticism are welcome***

The Black's kitchen; warm, predictable and welcoming. A friendly melody; Jacob humming under his breath. When he walked the room in he was looking so typically Jacob; an old t-shirt and blue jean cut-offs. But the way I felt when he walked in the room was not so typical. His presence filled a hole I didn't even know I had.

"Hey Babe" Jacob smirked as he walked over to me and planted a polite kiss on my forehead, He walked into his crowded kitchen grabbed a cola out of the fridge tossed it casually across the room at me and then grabbed one for himself. Shockingly I actually caught it, I set the can down on the small kitchen table where I sat.

"Soooo what's the plan? He said as he leaned against the countertop facing me while he tapped the top of his can and busted it open. "Rent some bad movies? Go for a walk? OH!" Excitement spread across his face. "How bout this! The radio said we can expect a clear night tonight, we could hike up to the point…maybe the sky will give us a show?" He continued while illustrating the sky by waving palm. All I could manage was a nod; I was so in awe of him I couldn't form any words. It wasn't as if he was doing anything spectacular or remotely out of the ordinary he was just being himself but something about the situation was different. It felt like I was watching the whole scenario through someone else's eyes. I still hadn't managed to say anything but he didn't seem to care as he was still carrying on the conversation as if I had, discussing our lack of sunsets in this in Forks and formulating a route completely content on my lack of input. I could have sat there watching him for hours, his facial expressions, his gestures, his mannerisms every part of him seemed to tell a different story. Then I heard it, a voice one I didn't recognize.

"Jacob if I didn't know any better I would think you were talking to yourself" it laughed

It was a girl's voice, it wasn't mine, it was louder, higher - enchanting.

Jacob looked over at me as though I had just spoken… He walked towards me laughing and held his hands out, I reached for them he leaned back and pulled me from my seat at the small kitchen table. He let go of my hands and rested his on my shoulders but I couldn't feel the warmth from them that I craved. He looked deep into my eyes. I was lost in his brown eyes swarming with thoughts.

"Sorry I'm trying to plan a perfect night for the girl that I love" he half spoke half chuckled.

I tried to say it. I wanted to say it but I couldn't form the words. I needed him to know!

"Hmmm well as long as I get to spend the evening with the boy I love I can't complain" spoke the unfamiliar voice. Then he smiled my smile only somehow it was better there was a purity present that I hadn't seen, an extra edge of confidence and honesty. His eyes were glowing with affection it was an ideal moment. Then without warning his face was getting farther and farther away. I could see his shoulders and my shoulders but my hair was different, it was sleek and black, my skin wasn't its usual shade of pale it was much darker. Then as the image got farther and farther away I realized it wasn't me at all! Who was she and why was Jacob saying those things to her?! How come she got my smile, why was it better? It was killing me that this moment wasn't mine. It tore my at my heart to see how happy she made him. Then I watched him drop a shoulder scoop her up in his arms and kiss her, a real full-on kiss, passionate and deep, running a hand up into her sleek hair and pulling her into his embrace.

I tried to scream at Jacob to stop but no sound came out. How? How could this be happening? Those were my eyes, my smile, my lips, MY JACOB! Didn't he know that? Didn't he understand what he was doing to me?!

...

I woke up trembling with anger. I was still frantic and upset until suddenly a wave of relief washed over me as I realized it had been a dream. I had never felt such intense jealously. I always knew in the back of my mind that Jacob would always be there, he loved me and would do anything for me.

'Bella sweetie are you okay?" I felt a sudden jolt of disappointment roll through my body as Edward brushed my forehead with his cool lips. My reaction shocked me, disappointment was the last thing I thought I would ever feel while sharing a bed with Edward but I couldn't shake it. "mmmm just a dream" I mumbled and rolled over and feigned sleep. It was difficult when there was so much racing through my mind. Why had this simple casual moment with Jacob felt so special, why was it different? I replayed the moment over and over I couldn't focus on it while trying so hard to not only look asleep but lower my pounding heart to a convincing pace. I'd never felt so relieved Edward couldn't read my thoughts, but I still felt guilty with him right there I knew he was solely focused on me at that moment and I needed some alone time with my thoughts. I started to chatter my teeth and quiver my body in the most realistic shiver I could conjure up. A few moments later Edward glided his hard body out from under me so effortlessly and gracefully I had to kick my legs out just to prove he had really gotten out of the bed. He pulled my blankets up to my neck kissed my ear tenderly and stepped out of my window. I waited a minute before rolling over and staring up at my ceiling.

My eyes flickered open and quickly turned into a glazed-over stare lost in thought as my eyes adjusted to the dark room. Recently I had dreamt of Jacob more often but this one stood out above the rest, it was different somehow. I laid there analyzing every detail then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew why it felt differently with Jacob in that moment. There was no Edward not then not ever. I didn't feel that usual pang of guilt when Jake suggested a plan together, no worry that I was leading him on or giving him the wrong idea. I didn't have Edwards conscience in my head ruling over all my decisions, it was so simple, it was just me and Jake, Jake and me, no distractions or hesitations. That smile, that one smile that could beat the real thing was Jacob knowing I truly and wholeheartedly loved him. He didn't have to share that love with Edward. He didn't need to feel second best. Every time I remembered it wasn't me at all, an irrational anger ignited within me. Who was that girl? I didn't see her face or recognize her at all but I knew I hated her. Why didn't I want to see Jake happy? I had always wished he would find someone wonderful, the girl he deserved so he could move on, we could move on and be friends like I had wanted, but this hatred I felt towards her was strong, and jealousy pulsed through my veins fortunately she was only in a dream I couldn't imagine my feelings if that scene had been real.

I felt so confused. I tried to focus on Edward, I'd had my share of bad dreams in the past, and they had shaken me up pretty bad. I tried to picture Edward, he was back in my life, he was mine and we were in love. I waited for the familiar feeling of disbelief and joy but it never came. Maybe Edward didn't stray too far maybe I just needed to see him again to calm down. But I had no motivation to go to my window and look for him because in the back of my head it wasn't him I wanted to see. Maybe I just missed Jacob. I hadn't seen him in a long time and our last conversations had been hostile. I had grown used to Edward being around and now my feelings for Jacob were showing their true colors. It didn't mean I loved him more than Edward, There's no way. I had mourned over Edward for months, it had been agony you can't just toss that aside because of some dream about another man…but it wasn't just another man…it was Jacob.

Maybe I should just try to get some sleep. It was the middle of the night and everyone knows how unreasonable someone can be in the middle of the night. I would try to clear my thoughts of Jacob and Edward, wake up well-rested and then see how I feel.