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Song in Summary: I Can Barely Breathe - Manchester Orchestra
Author's Note: I have had this ship toiling in my head for some time now. Once I got a couple songs for a fanmix I was compelled to write this. I know it's in the same timeline as 'Bullets' and I'll probably write an Edward/Jacob in the same timeline as well. Call it redundant or you can just say Stephenie Meyer left a lot of strings to be played and toyed with. What-have-you it doesn't matter. It's written in short stoccato drabblesque chapters and they jump around a bit. If you're well versed in Breaking Dawn it shouldn't be a problem but I'll give hints. The story of our two beautiful characters starts when Alice sits next to Jacob because he's her...'asprin' I suppose. First line is directly taken from page 276 of Breaking Dawn. Keep an open mind, and no flames please, I'm a writer expressing my freedom of speech and love of uncanon. Song in quotes is Colly Strings by Manchester Orchestra. Please review. -Delta
"You said you saw it comin' but you didn't see nothing.
Your eyes are on the living room, your eyes are on the closet.
Don't worry about, don't worry about anything."
The Truth About Suffering
'Chapter One'
"Happy to be of service ma'am."
His voice still enveloped her ears, making them slightly warm despite her crystallized skin. Just like him…warm. She could feel it from here - his dissipating anger, his utter and complete love for the damned woman upstairs. And then just him, Jacob, full of warmth and sunrays and everything she would have wanted - if she were human.
She shook her head, eyes still lingering on his boyishly sleeping face. Alice couldn't think like that, she wasn't human. That was the point she was trying to make to herself.
But his disconcertingly warm body, and the smell that wafted off of him, however much it made her nose twitch, was more attractive than she would ever admit. He smelled of the sun, warm baked clay and earth with dewy leaves and fresh cut blades of grass. She could actually see why Bella had grown so accustom to it…and to him.
She slapped herself silently, biting down on her lip.
Alice was here for simple reasons, to rid herself of a headache. Not to try to convince herself she wasn't crushing on a werewolf of all things.
The word crush reverberated in her mind, the word little girls used when they liked a cootie infested boy.
No, that wasn't it. Never that.
So she kept watching him sleep, and when she was sure he was completely unconscious, she slipped a large pillow beneath his head, using rubber gloves to stifle her own scent, and ran off into the woods.
She ran away from Bella, and that now dreadful house.
But most of all, she ran away from Jacob.