Time Won’t Let Me Go (Twilight Jacob Black Fan Fiction)


A talented fighter with Olympic goals, Jacob only has two loves, boxing and Bella. When he is forced to make decisions to obtain his dream those passions collide. Follow Bella and Jacob through them turbulent teenage years. A coming of age for both main characters. Rated for strong language and adult themes. AH AU. Inspired by the songs Time Won't Let Me Go, The Bravery, and Adele's Chasing Pavements. Featuring Bella & Jacob, along with Seth, Leah, Jasper, Emmett, Edward, Alice, Rosalie & the entire cast of Stephenie Meyer's Twilight Saga Characters. Starts at the awkwardness of preteens and ends at young adulthood.

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Chapter 1

A/N I poured my heart into this story. If you are wondering why I am so late with Twilight fanfiction, it took me 9 years to complete because of life’s ups and downs and tragedies. But it haunted me until it’s completion. Please don’t hold it against me. Its completely written so updates will come fast.

This is a journey in which you will grow up with the characters.


Chasing pavements, Adele - “But if I tell the world, I’ll never say enough ’cause it was not said to you and that’s exactly what I need to do if I’m in love with you.” So, this is me telling the world.



Fresh paint smell lingered in the room’s air. Wrinkling my tickling nose, I hung my Outsider movie poster on the now sage-green wall above my bed. A favorite book of mine, they had picked cute Greasers for the movie, never mind that they’d all grown old in actual life.

Sweeping satisfied eyes over the more grownup decorated room, I jumped from the bed when I heard pounding on the front door. “I got it, Mom!” I yelled, racing down the stairs.

“What, Bella?” she hollered from between the many moving boxes cluttering the kitchen, her voice barely penetrating the Like A Virgin song blaring from her radio. “Did you say something, hon?”

I swung open the door, and my knees turned to Jell-O.

The cutest, most handsome guy I ever saw in my lifea dark-haired, dark eyed, bronze skinned angel—stood before my eyes, holding a football in his hand. My breath caught in my lungs and my heart stuttered. Gulping, I froze.

“Is Emmett home?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

For some weird reason, my mouth disconnected from my brain and nothing came out.

He smiled. His lips appeared a little chapped and cracking. Fit and built nice for his age, his deep dark eyes sparkled as he cleared his throat and grinned with half his mouth. “Are you Emmett’s sister?”

Unable to gather my wits about me, I nodded, imagining how idiotic I must have appeared to him.

“Well, ah... Is he here?”

“Oh... uh... Emmett, no he’s not. He went into town to get some ice cream,” I stammered.

“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 toward his house. “That-a-way.”

He stepped backwards down one step. “The name’s Jacob.”

He smiled again, and my soul resonated with the most fantastic feeling, as if little bells woke my sleeping heart. I felt nothing like it before. Pure happiness. I was positive it was love at first sight.

After I closed the door, I sprinted up the stairs to look in the mirror. Dust and grime covered my thin, white tank-top from when I cleaned and unpacked my bedroom. Ugly smudges of humidity melted mascarathe only makeup mom allowed me to wear at twelve years olddarkened my eyes like a raccoon. I screamed in horror. “Oh, my God.” I met the guy of my dreams, and I looked gross. He would never take another look at me again.

Eager to find out more about the boy who took my breath away, I sat on the porch and waited for my brothers to come home from exploring our new hometown. When they arrived, I mentioned, in a casual tone, somebody named Jacob came by for Emmett to play football. I didn’t notice Emmett’s ripped and blood-splattered shirt right away.

“Shh,” they said, putting their fingers to their lips. They motioned for me to follow them up the stairs.

As soon as they shut their bedroom door, 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 whispered at the same time. I couldn’t catch a word either of them said.

“Shh... I’ll tell her.” Emmett glared, backhanding Jasper in the chest.

“Owe, that hurt.”

“On our way home, we met up with two guys about my age. They accused Jasper of staring at ’em. No one was even looking at ’em either. They just wanted to fight someone,” 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 bled. Then he got on top of me. I couldn’t get him off. All I could do was cover my face.”

“I tried to help,” Jasper said then 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, “The mouthy guy wasn’t happy about it. The next thing, he and Jake were fighting.”

“You should have seen it, Bella,” Jasper said in excitement. “It was just like a boxing match on TV.”

“It was.” Emmett agreed. “Jake ended up knocking the guy down. When he got back up, he threatened all of us. But you could tell he didn’t want to fight anymore. He knew he lost.”

“Who were those guys?”

“A bad kid named Paul and his friend Jared. I guess they 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 fight out of the gym. If their coach finds out, they’ll get kicked off the team.”

Emmett got around to telling me about Jacob. He was thirteen going on fourteen like Emmett. He lived in La Push with his dad, but he stayed in Forks with his Aunt Sue and Uncle Harry a lot. The other kid was Jacob’s cousin, Seth. He was the same age as Jasper, and had a twin sister named Leah. We later found out Charlie knew Seth’s dad. Harry worked at the police station with him. He was a dispatcher.

A few days later, Jake and Seth introduced me to Leah and the six of us became inseparable. We did everything together. By the end of the summer, we became like a family. Leah was my best friend. The same went for Seth and Jasper and for Emmett and Jacob.

Everything was perfect, except I secretly loved Jacob Black, my brother’s new best friend. The more time I spent around him, the more I fell in love.

He had this quality about him that made people look up to him, a natural born leader.

A boxing talent, he was the best on the team and the Silver Gloves State Champion in his weight class. His coach said he had enough potential to make boxing into a career if he worked hard enough at it. Jacob told me someday he’d bring home an Olympic gold medal, then turn into a professional championship boxer. Even the older guys around the two communities showed him a lot of respect.

He was wonderful; he was beautiful, and I planned on marrying him when I got older. All would be right with the world if he were mine.

I guarded my secret closely, careful not to show any unusual interest in Jacob. I worried if he found out about my crush, he would stop talking to me or stop hanging out at our house.

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 instead of putting on an act. That’s not true; I always acted as if I didn’t like him. But that was different.

I caught him sitting on our front porch by himself in a sad mood one day. Trying to lift him out of it, I sat down beside him and asked, “Does it hurt when you box?”

“Not as much as it looks like it does,” he said through a frown, staring out into the street. Not willing to pry about why he looked upset, I kept watching him from the side. For a boy, his brown facial skin appeared soft and creamy and long, dark lashes framed his pretty eyes. Letting out a sigh, he turned to me, explaining, “When I get hit hard, and I see stars. I just do my best to make them see stars back.” He smirked, and I couldn’t help my smile.

“I thought your mom said everyone went to the park for Forks Days. How come you didn’t go?”

I slid my foot out of my soft, blue slipper and showed him my bruised pinky toe, taped to the other toe for support. “I dropped a can of Tomato Juice on it. Its not broke but it hurts when I walk.”

“Ouch! I stubbed my big toe once and my toenail turned black and fell off.”


He snickered. “All right. I’m gonna walk to the park and find them.” He stood up about to leave then said, “They’ll set off fireworks later. Are you sure you can’t go? We can walk slow.”

My insides expanded with happiness just like helium in a balloon. “It doesn’t hurt that much, and if I keep the slippers on. Let me tell Mom.”

I hid my wincing. When we got about half way to the park, I couldn’t fake it anymore, so I stopped walking.

“How you doing?”

My foot throbbed. “I just need a break.”

We stood at the cross walk for a few moments then Jake crouched down. “Hop on. I’ll carry you.”

I grinned with a warm face, a little laugh spilling out, as I shook my head.

“Come on,” he said, “I asked you to come, so let me help you.”

I shrugged then hopped on his back. He gave me a piggy back ride the rest of the way, and I thought I might die of excitement.

Emmett looked annoyed when he saw us approaching them but got over it. At least, until it was time for us to leave. “I got her!” he said to Jacob when Jacob came toward me again. Then all the way home, he complained about carrying me.

He was “big brotherly” watchful of me around guys. My dad told him it was his job as an older brother to keep the boys away from me. I think Dad only kidded when he said it, but he forgot to tell Emmett, so Emmett took the job seriously. He thought I was too young for a boyfriend. Even though, I wasn’t far behind him in age. He especially didn’t like me liking one of his friends, which never happened until I met Jacob.

Emmett’s protectiveness made him against the concept of Jake and me. He drew the line early on and made it clear to me and Jacob bothone cold, wet November morning, our first winter in Forks.

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