Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 34: In Which There are Bananas

A/N: I know from your reviews that a lot of you were expecting the farmer's market scene - and I'm sorry! I just didn't write it, but I think you have a good chance of getting it from Jacob's POV when I write it. This chapter was very important to write, I think - Jake exorcizes some demons and they talk about some things they should have already by now. And Nessie . . . assures Jake's insecurities.

Also, I'm at my mother's house which I have been since Wednesday since I haven't spent any time with her since I got back from Libya. That being said, I don't have my computer. I uploaded some extra chapters to my account before I left but this is the last of them. So . . . if I'm not home by Thursday, which I should be but if I'm not, you'll get your next chapter on Friday. Just a heads-up. I always get nervous when my favorite stories don't get updated when they say they will. I start that whole "oh no, is it going to get abandoned" freak-out and I don't wish that on anyone.

So - tell me what you think of Jake's emotional outpouring and whether or not I over-did it.

Disclaimer: Don't own it. Not even the song, even if I do occasionally leave it on repeat for hours.

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to my father, not that he knows or cares, because he's the one who totes (yes, 'totes', I'm from GA) coolers full of ice, fruit, and bottles of water in the car during the summer. Yeah. Daddy, you taught me everything I know.

In Which There are Bananas and Wife-Beaters

so what if i came clean

and told you all you mean to me?

so what if i meant every word i said?

- fefe dobson, don't let it go to your head

"Okay: bananas, peaches, apples, plums, oranges, pomegranates, strawberries. Anything else?"

"No star-fruit?" I cracked, but Jacob didn't hear me, already caught up in investigating a display of grapefruit.

I tugged impatiently on his arm.

"Come on, Jacob, you've already bought more than enough. None of it's gonna last for more than a few days anyway," I reminded him, tugging him towards the exit. "Besides, don't we have to get on the road?"

"Fine," he told me, handing me a bag of fruit in a rare act of ever letting me carry anything. "You'd think you'd be more supportive, though. I'm only trying to look after your health."

"By making me eat four shopping bags of fruit?"

"I'm going to help," he informed me, rolling his eyes.

We got to the car and began unloading things. Jacob, in his new fit of healthfulness, also bought a cooler and two bags of ice so the fruit would stay fresh while we traveled. I was touched by his concern, but really hoped it was just a phase and he would cool down after a few days. I know I needed balance and everything, but I liked sugar too.

Jacob settled the now-full cooler into the center of the backseat and opened my door for me, ushering me into the passengers' seat. He shut my door gently and a few moments later he appeared as he slid into the drivers' side. He held a bundle of bananas in his right hand, which he offered to me as he slammed his door.

"Or do you want something else?" He asked me, looking a little nervous for some reason and I wanted to kiss him. "You know what all we got."

"These are fine," I said, trying to be gracious and shooting him a smile. I did like bananas. "Do you want one?"

"I'm always up for food, Nessie," Jake told me with a very duh air, settling the bananas gently into my lap and cranking the car. "But you eat first."