Author Note::
Why hello. If you're reading this, you're probably thinking this is going to be a 'Bella and Jacob' story. In all honesty it's not. Sorry to disappoint. This is my first Twilight story. Again, in all honesty, I don't really like Twilight. On the other hand I love Jacob's character because of his attitude, and the fact that he's a werewolf.
Not to be rude, but if you don't like the story, don't read or review. I know I'll get flamed because I'm adding in an OC, as the main, but that isn't the point. The point is that this is a creative exercise for Fiction Press. I need practice writing, and my genres are Werewolf stories. (Yes, I know that the pack aren't real werewolves, they are shape-shifters of a sort. I have read the series.)
Anyway...
Anything constructive will help me in the best. I hope that at least someone finds the story interesting. There isn't much of a plot, just working on building a new character of my own that I'll use for my next FP story. That and trying to get the feel of writing for charaters that aren't my own. I do enjoy writing Fan Fiction too. I need practice. :]
There right out front of the airport was my uncle Terry. He was my dad's brother. When I say was, I mean my dad passed away. It was a car accident that I regretfully witnessed when I was six. But that's a story for a different day. Nothing could get me down now. I've got an exciting year ahead of me, and my dad would want me to enjoy it for the both of us.
Mom, she was going to explore Europe.
Sadly that isn't the exciting year. Instead I'm going to Forks Washington to stay with Terry while she goes off. I think it's possibly the most boring town in the universe, but my best friend is there. It is going to be a surprise.
"Terry!" I screamed running into my uncles awaiting arms.
He was my dad's younger brother. Looking identical to my dad, except his skin was just as pale as mine. Something we both got from my grandmother, Terry and Dad's mother, Carol. On the other-hand, Dad got Grandpa Ray. Terry's about thirty-four and doing well for himself, and said that I was more than welcome to stay there with him while Mom was gone.
"Hey Sceeter!" He playfully ruffled my hair. I swatted his hands away from it. No I wasn't going to freak out because he was touching my 'perfect' hair, but because I felt like an animal when people did that. Petting me or something of the sort.
"So tall," he exclaimed looking down on me. I squinted my eyes, glaring daggers at him. "Hardy har. 'So tall' I know," I muttered, "All five feet and two inches." He laughed full heartily—and at that moment he looked like my dad more than ever. I wanted to cry, but instead I embraced him. Even though Dad wasn't here, Terry was more than enough. More than I could have ever asked for.
"Alright, let's get going," he laughed pulling me off of him, "there's fish in the freezer than needs frying." I giggled like the stupid sixteen year old I was; fish was my favorite for two reasons. One—I liked to play with them before even skinning them and frying them up. I'd pretend they were the fish that was on the wall, and you'd press the button and it'd sing. Two—it just reminded me more of my best friend that was waiting, unknowing that I was going to show up on the doorstep teeth bared.
Mosquitos bite, and that's why I'm Sceeter.
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"Okay! So if you want to go up and unpack I'll start—" Terry stated, starting to get out of his SUV, but I was already out the door and starting down the road. "Where in Sam hell are you goin' girl," he called after me while I was still on the summer grass of his lawn. He didn't live on a main road, but the road that was fastest to the next town. It was a dirt one, we were one of the four people the lived on it. Just on the outskirts of the tiny Forks.
"Umm where do you think you buffoon," I called back starting my jog backwards on the balls of my feet. He was walking up the steps of the porch while listening, unlocking and opening the door to the house.
"Bring 'em back for dinner," he called letting the screen door slam behind him.
Of course, why wouldn't I? The excitement it's self was enough to give me the energy rush I needed.
The last time I was in Forks was probably when I was twelve. Mom and I usually visited every summer and stay since the accident, but we couldn't afford it anymore. Her job was coming to an end honestly, until now. Now she get's to have the adventure that I couldn't even dream up.
The trees started to get thicker around me—letting me know that I was only about a minute away. If I would have followed the dirt road, it would have taken me ten minutes more to get there. Instead-when the road curves-I just cut straight into the woods.
I've never felt so winded in my life, and my legs were protesting for me to stop, but I couldn't. I was to close to just give up now. Five long, forgotten, non-communicating years.
The little red house came into view as the woods started to thin out, and another adrenaline rush burst through me.
It was funny, that the moment I was about to create could have been mistaken for a romantic one. The sun was setting, and the smell of the end of summer was in the air. And I was running, right towards him. A queer smile on my face, and trying to catch my breath.
I was about a twenty yards away from the garage, still going full speed painfully.
His friends were there, but I didn't really care in all honesty. There were probably five of them, all standing around talking in front of the garage door.
All within two seconds, one of them saw me; telling the others that—probably—there was a deranged girl running straight at them that they didn't know. That's when he saw me, and I saw him. I smiled wider, "Jacob!"
Confusion twisted his features softly for another second, then recognition as he smiled; dropping his soda and running full out towards me in return.
Before he could reach me, I jumped off a rock in my path and attacked him first.
Our bodies collided, my arms winding around his neck, and legs around his waist. The impact of it all sent us to the ground in a wrestling match and fit of laughs.
His hands were at my sides, finding my ticklish spot. Gasping for breath I beat his hands away as we rolled trying to fight for dominance. I finally rolled on-top of him, sinking my teeth into his shoulder playfully. He rolled us over again, tickling my sides. Both of us calming down from our fight, breathing heavy. "Sceeter," he smiled, tickling me again. I laughed, pinching him in efforts to get him off. The soft grass beneath me not helping the tickling part.
He finally got off, offering me his hand. I smiled, accepting it, and then pulling him back down with my momentum when I stood up weakly. "Hey! You butt face," he called from below. I scoffed and jumped out of his arms reach when he attempted to pull on my ankle.
A throat cleared it's self near us. My head snapped up, his friends were starring just feet away. It was all Jake needed to get up and tackle me into a bear hug from behind. Then, I finally realized how much bigger he was than me. My head only reached the bottom of his chest, and his chin was sitting on it, to make me feel even shorter. "Guys; this is—" he started, but one of them cut him off.
"Sceeter?" The tallest asked. He was just a bit shorter than Jake. His skin was just as tanned. He must live on the reverasion too.
"No. Her name is Laurel," Jake laughed, hands holding onto each of my shoulder's in a crisscross. I smiled, laying my hands on top of his. "The one and only," I did what of a curtsy that I could with Jake holding onto my upper half. I noticed only one pair of feet with shoes. Eyes traveling upward I noticed it was actually a girl.
She had long brown hair that was in slight curls that ended around her abdomen. Small brown eyes—and to add in the fact that she was tall and super pretty. Being paler than me, I'd think she was sick, but it looked right on her. Like she was meant to be super pale.
I on the other hand, well I was short, in shape, not much chest, shoulder length straight light black hair, and a face full of freckles that only came out when I was tan; and my large green eyes.
All in all, she was probably Jake's new girlfriend. I wonder if she thinks there is something going on between us? I hope not, she could get mad at him. I begun to struggle out of his grasp.
"Damn Black! If this one ain't your girlfriend either then Imma snatch her up. That's the second cute one this week," the tallest said. I raised an eyebrow to Jake behind me, to find that his face held a tint of red and his smile was missing.
"Embry you ass," he growled releasing me and jumping towards his friend. I watched with the other three, trying to make heads or tails of the situation. Jake had Embry in a half nelson within seconds. The others hooted in laughter, except for the other girl. I turned to her, as she was standing next to me, and exhurted my hand, "Laurel." She tore her eyes away from the brawl, smiling, "Isabella Swan. Call me Bella."
We shook hands, laughing when Embry cried in agony. "Damn it Black! Like I need another black eye from you this month," he groaned. "Then shut your mouth and don't talk about stuff you don't know," Jake almost growled. I punched him in the arm, smiling; "Calm the hell down Scabbers, it's not like he grabbed my ass or anything. Besides, I can take care of myself."
I saw he tried to smile, as if to say okay, but the look in his eyes told me that he would have done a lot worse if his friend did grab my ass. It was washed away quickly when he turned to the rest, "So this is Paul," he pointed to the other tall one, "and that's Quil," to the shorter one, "and... Bella." He paused audibly at Bella's name. I could tell that there was something I wasn't seeing or knowing about here. He sounded conflicted, like he was confused if her name was really Bella. Oh yeah, something's totally up here.
I wiggled my fingers in effort to wave. "What about me," Embry called from the back." Jake rolled his eyes, "Embry, the ass in the back." All the guys had black hair like my own, but it looked thicker and-thankfully-it wasn't as long as mine. Their hair ended around the beginning of their jaw.
After about fifteen minutes of talking, it dawned to me that dinner was probably waiting for me cold on the table. "Damn, I got to go Jake," I sighed, "Terry has fish on the table, and I'm here standing and talking to you." His faked hurt, smile still in place, "Well fine then Sceeter, nice seeing you too after five years." I smiled, clapping my hands together.
"Awh! I love you too Jake," I hugged his arm playing. He didn't retort, just smile like a goofball. On the other hand Embry just had to say something. Something that made Jake really mad, clearly red and embarrassed in the face.
"Look Jake, a girl called Sceeter loves you. Someone's getting some this week. Sceet sceet."
I face palmed myself, standing as shouts of anger and pain came from around me. "Why are you called Sceeter." Bella asked clearly horrified at the scene before us. I actually have never seen anything like this before, but was comfortable with it. I mean Jake had always been violent, and I was myself somewhat of a violent person.
"When we were little I bit everyone; like a mosquito," I sighed when the sound of Jake's fist pound into Embry's face was heard. I finally pulled off my shoes, flexing my fingers as they cracked.
Then I jumped on Jake's back.
First I almost slid off and got hit in the face with his elbow when he brought it back to punch Embry. My hands gripped at the material of his shirt on his chest, the heals of my feet digging into his hips. "It has been decided that you shall take me to my fish," I called like the ultra nerd I was. Immediately he stopped in his tracks, dropping his arms so his hands held my thighs so that I couldn't fall off.
Since the first hug, I hadn't felt anything like this. This shock that made me jump slightly. It was like I was electrocuted by his hands.
Bloody nose and all, Embry laughed, "Dude I don't see why you're so pissed. Chill."
"Yeah Jake," I sighed softly, "Calm down. I've spent more time seeing you beat up Embry than actually hanging out with you."
He drooped, sighing, "Alright. I'll take you to Terry's," turning to his friends, "I'll see you guys later."
Bella visibly tensed up, "Umm Jacob," she said, "You brought me here. I need a ride home."
Yep, they defiantly have the hots for each other. Their eyes practically undressed each other in front of me, and it was hard to miss.
"Right," he said, seeming to be in thought, "how about we drop you off on our way?" She looked as if reluctant to nod, but did none the less.
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After driving into Forks, past my house and onto practically the other side, we dropped Bella off and Jake motioned me to get out of the truck. Confused, I got out hesitantly following him across the road and starting into the woods. "Jake," I asked, "what the hell are we doing?" He patted his shoulders, "Hop on." Piggy back ride? Okay.
Talking to his ear, and hearing his soft responses, I found out that Jake built her a damn truck. In my hands, is his tee shirt. I'm normally not the jealous type, and Jake is my best friend. I don't like him like that; but how the hell does she get a truck and I get to hold his shirt as he gives me a piggy back ride home? Yeah, I was slightly pissed, but I'd get over it. All I needed was to be back; right here, piggy-back-riding Jake, in the woods, to my house, to eat fish fry.
"So you two an item freshly stocked," I asked resting my chin on his shoulder. It was by far dark out, and I bet that Terry already put the fish in the fridge. Damn.
"No, her dad and my dad are friends. She just moved here three days ago. Her dad is Chief Swan, remember?"
"Okay... so why does she get a whole damn truck built by your marvelous hands, and your bestie of life gets your smelly sweat and blood shirt?"
He chuckled from under me, "You've changed a lot Laurel."
"No I haven't Scabbers. You know you love me. And what does that have to do about the shirt of bodily fluids verses the truck of awesomeness?"
"That's it," he laughed loudly, shrugging me off his back, "When we were little anyone said we liked each other jokily or not you threw a fit and beat them up. Now you joke about it openly." I playfully punch him in the arm. He was right. I don't care anymore, because I don't think boys are icky anymore. That and I know we are tight compañeros, brother and sister; friends. So I have the obligation to joke.
"Don't change the subject. You want her on your kitchen table don't you," I punched him again in the arm.
"Oh yeah babe, wanna join us sometime," he smirked ruffling my hair. The gesture and sentence made me laugh, because it was new yeah; but it was the nice kind of new. Before we'd wrestle and punch each other, and when we were around other people, Jake would treat me like his little sister that needed protecting. So the sister and brother part filled in nicely with the violence one. What brother and sister don't fight?
"So you were lying to me. You two are the item in the back getting' it on aren't you," I stopped walking to jump on his back again. He easily jumped out of the way, "You're lucky I missed you, and not Embry, or I'd beat you up like I did him—we're not together Laurel."
"But you like her. I get a shirt, and she get's a truck. That's unfair."
"Do I detect a hint of jealously from the Laurel Paige Anderson?
I stopped walking. Yeah, I was jealous; a lot. I know it's selfish—but I haven't seen him in five years and if he's going to date her as I just got here, there won't be anytime to hang out.
"A tad bit I guess," I sighed, fidgeting with my shirt, "the last time I saw you was all teary eyed and crap and I just missed you a lot. Just promise we'll hang out like everyday for the next three months or something crazy like that and then date her so I get my fill Jacob Black."
I was eloped in a sweaty Jacob hug within seconds. His hand was holding my head, and the other was curled around my waist within seconds. He had this woodsy smell about him. That and the smell of autumn. Reluctantly I wound my own arms around him. "No one has replaced you Laurel, and no one is going to. I don't like Bella, okay," he whispered.
I pushed on his chest, kind of shocked how amazing my best friend's body was. I didn't feel anything as I thought this though. No feelings what so ever. "I don't care if you like anyone Jake. I could walk in on you having sex with like my sister or something and I wouldn't be bothered by it. I just wanna make up for lost time you know," I sighed.
"Laurel," he smiled, "you don't have a sister."
"Shuddup! You know what I mean," I laughed smacking him.
"If you had one, I'd be on that."
This was going to be an exciting year.
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Not even two steps into Terry's house, and he was already hounding us.
"Where the devil have you two been? Billy already called asking where you are Jake. And you," Terry pointed to me, the spider monkey on Jake's back, "fish is in the fridge."
No more fish? Both of us yelled no at the same time. Jake running to the fridge, me smacking his bottom like a horse I was riding. It was a site to see. The look of horror on our faces was like one of a kid that pet dog just died.
"Why didn't you wait for like another fifteen minutes to start fryin' cook," I yelled from the back of Jake, that was bent over searching for the cold dead animal we wished to have eaten hot.
Terry had the this queer look on his face looking at us. "Well...err...what," he asked confused.
"Why didn't you wait longer Te-er-rree?"
"Oh! Well you said you'd only be a few minutes, and you ended up taking an hour. I started and ended without you two, get over it," he laughed heading back into the living room.
"We?" Jake responded pulling out of the fridge. I pouted and climbed off, only to replace myself on top of the counter.
It was a small kitchen, with a small table, a small fridge, a small stove, a small sink; a small everything. It wasn't to bad, but hey, take what you can get.
It was extremely hot in the house. I mean it was okay outside because there was a slight breeze, but inside it was a lava pool. My shorts and tank top were glued to my body with Jake's sweat and my own. I could feel it trickle down my chest, face, and back.
Taking a deep breath I sighed, "Yeah, he said to bring you over. I just kinda forgot because you know... you're Jake. And I'm Laurel; and we haven't seen each other."
"But it was fish Laurel, fresh fish." He looked on the verge of a break down.
"Sorry for missing my best friend."
"It's fine," he sighed, "how about tomorrow we go fishing, just you—and me."
Author Note::
Well I've gotten the review of critisium I've needed! It was pointed out that I was writing the story like a movie, where the scene changes rapidly and I don't really explain much. So I've gone back and done my best to do this. I was putting in double spaces, but the site always removes the extra space and I don't know why. Then I started doing stars and squiggles, and it still removes it. I don't know, but I'm going to try AOA-AOA-AOA or something. I've already done it, so tell me what you think. :]