Chapter One – Nothing on You
Beautiful girls all over the world,
I could be chasing,
But my time would be wasted,
They got nothing on you, baby,
Nothing on you baby,
They might say hi and I might say hey,
But you shouldn't worry about what they say,
'Cause they got nothing on you baby,
Nothing on you baby,
-B.O.B
There was a great deal of techniques that could have been used in this situation. The moving van was parked in front of the house, which had been empty for a couple of years since the Davis family had left. Even from the Black house, five houses down from the cul-de-sac, the rumbling could be heard of a person unloading boxes. He paused at the doorway of the house as he planned his next move.
Whoever moved to La Push must have been deaf to all reason. Besides the awful and dreary weather of which Washington promised, it was dreadfully boring. The locals found means of entertainment in ways that foreigners would never understand. It was probably an awkward teenage boy who would be dreadfully depressed due to his current situation.
He made his way forward to the moving truck and moved up with a small smile on his face. The least he could do was warmly welcome the stranger. Though, when he peered into the moving truck, there was a teenage girl. She was about his age, seventeen or so with blonde hair. Surely, she was no awkward teenage boy.
"Want some help with that?"
A loud thud echoed through the thin metal moving van as he leaped into the back. His lips twitched upward in a smile to the right. "I'm Jacob. Jacob Black." He said, his voice echoing his confident state of mind.
To his dismay, the girl whipped around, dropping a box of books across her foot.
"Ow," she muttered to herself, her heart pounding in her chest as she looked over at the startling intruder.
"No, thanks. I think I got it," she sighed, sitting them down on the table that was beside her, most likely to nurse her bruising foot.
"I'm Carsyn, nice to meet you Jacob," she said with a smile, and then her face changed into a look of confusion.
"You seem eager to meet me. Is it the whole 'shiny new toy in town' thing?" she asked curiously, her lips set in a straight line.
Jacob smirked, shaking his head.
"Nah, I'm not like that," he said as he leaned over and picked up the dropped box to move it into the pile of others.
"Sure you're not," she said with a sigh, watching him move the box.
"Ooh, I have a big strong man to move. My hero! That doesn't work with me, sorry pretty boy," she said definitely, and Jacob snorted, blowing off her sarcastic comments.
"I just wanted to meet the insane family that moved to La Push," he said with a soft chuckle, pushing his hands into his jean pockets. He looked back to her, his eyes meeting hers in sign of confidence.
"Yeah, well, trust me. This isn't exactly where I want to be either, thanks though," she said with a shrug. She glanced up at him.
"You can't be from anywhere around here. What is it? Nevada? Arizona?" he inquired, leaning his torso forward slightly in a curious manner.
"Great, I have a smooth talker on my hands. I'm from California," she answered, pulling her feet up onto the table, crossing her legs.
Jacob's eyebrows pulled together in a look of shock and confusion.
"My parents... Ahem… My parent would have to brain wash me to move me from California to La Push," he said with a shake of his head.
"Well, why did you move here Miss Sun-Kissed California Girl?" he asked, lips playing into another smirk.
"Yeah, well, I cried a lot, and dragged my feet, but I moved," Carsyn said with a sigh. "It's just how it happened with my parent's jobs and a few other things," she said and shrugged.
Her lips played into a smile at the nickname she had quickly received from this stranger.
"I can't help it; I lived in California, home of sunshine. Much unlike here… And you're one to talk. You're nearly black!" she exclaimed, shaking her head. Jacob smirked, tilting his head up as he laughed softly.
"I'm just naturally dark- Native Indian obviously. I would have to be, with the little amount of sun we get here," he laughed and ran his hand across the back of his neck. There were four slash marks, the product of the tussle he'd put himself in during last night's patrol. He adjusted his shirt slightly to cover them and smoothed his hair down.
"I was gonna go into town later and get something to eat. Want to join me?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well, normally I don't go out with strangers. But I am definitely starving and we have no food in the house, so I'll go with you if you help me carry stuff in, how about that?" Carsyn asked, looking up at him. He turned his head and looked at the boxes.
"We have a deal, SoCal." he said, lifting two of the boxes into his arms and starting off for the house. He turned his head back to give her a curious glance.
"Stop calling me that, please!" she said, shaking her head with a smirk. "Carsyn. My name is Carsyn," she said, grabbing a small box for her and following after him.
She directed him to her room where they left the boxes. "Nice empty room it is," she said, watching him carry the boxes.
"One more favor, sir?" she asked and Jacob turned around after setting the boxes down. He nodded and stretched his arms. "Can you possibly…. Carry my mattress and bed frame up from the garage? It's way too heavy for me, but you might be able to manage... I really appreciate this, by the way," she said and he laughed.
"Okay, Carsyn. I would be happy to carry up your two-thousand pound mattress and bed frame up here. I'll be right back," Jacob said sarcastically and she rolled her eyes as he brushed past her, jogging down the stairs to the garage.
As he came back with the bed frame, Carsyn smiled.
"It's not that heavy. My mother is like 45 years old and can carry it by herself," she said, crossing her arms as he walked back down for the mattress. When Jacob finished, laying the mattress down on the bed frame, she smiled.
"Thank you, sir," she laughed and grabbed her purse. "We can go get something to eat now, I appreciate it," she said with a warm smile. Jacob smirked and spun his truck keys around his finger.
"Let me go get my truck. I'll come pick you up," he said and jogged down the stairs and for the door.