Locked Out/Lucked Out
By Lady of Spain
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Crap, she locked the keys to her truck inside the ancient hunk of metal. Now what? Of all the days for this to happen … Bella had gotten home early from work and forgot that Charlie went fishing today. Now she was unable to enter her own home.
She couldn't stay out here on the porch, it was getting toward evening and the temperature was starting to drop. She was tired, and cold, and scared. Suppose some axe murderer was wandering around in the neighborhood.
She thought of calling Angela, but she was out of town, Mike was on his way to dinner and a movie with Jessica tonight, and she didn't have the number for Eric. As she sat there feeling frustrated and sorry for herself, the ring tone on the cell in her pocket sounded. She quickly whipped it out, and answered. It was her BFF, Jacob.
"Hey …"
"What's the matter, honey? You sound upset about something."
She looked up into the sky, the curtain of night ready to fall within the hour. "That's an understatement. I'm locked out of the house."
The boy was actually laughing. "Jeez, if that don't beat all. The police chief doesn't trust his own daughter with a house key?"
Bella sat up straight, irritated at the way he minimized the seriousness of the situation. "Jacob Black. This is not funny. I accidentally left the keys in my truck. I'm sitting on the porch, freezing my butt off."
"Be right there."
He hung up without saying goodbye. Typical Jacob.
A racket sounded from down the street; it was the unmistakable roar of Jacob's bike. His grin was a mile wide as he parked his machine and swaggered toward the porch. Her head was lowered in shame. Only Bella Swan could get into such a stupid predicament.
Plunking down beside her, he wrapped an arm around her, and said, "Hey, beautiful. Your rescue is at hand."
Bella looked up into his glistening eyes. "Jake—you are so sweet to drop everything and come over here. I can't thank you enough."
He quirked an eyebrow, and suggested, "Oh, yeah, well I can think of a way ... more than one, actually."
She turned her head. Not this again, but then she heard him pulling something out of his backpack, and gazed back at the naughty boy.
With his face beaming, he dangled a slim-jim front of her face.
"Oh, Jake, I love you," she squealed.
Jumping on the boy, her lips were on their way to his, nearly toppling him backward onto the step. The cold in her bones was quickly replaced by a heat wave that seemed to rush right into her heart.
Snuggling against him a moment, she then peeled herself away. They stood, walking to the truck. Within seconds, Jacob had the cab open, and handed her the keys, which inexplicably, she tossed over her shoulder. Grabbing him, she hauled him into the truck, and without a key, started their motors running. Her luck hadn't run out after all.
The End