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Nomad Chapter One

"This isn't so bad…is it?" I looked around the house I had just rented. I wasn't much, but lets be honest, I'd lived in worse. I stood in the empty living room, which had an open kitchen joining so it was one room. Next to the half wall that was the only thing separating the kitchen and the living room was a set of very steep stairs, which was actually the reason I'd gotten the house in the first place. Up the stairs was the loft, which was converted into a bedroom with a balcony.

I hadn't actually seen the house in real life before agreeing to rent it, just pictures in a newspaper. I called the landlord and got a really nice man on the phone. He said his name was Billy Black, and that he'd inherited the house from a family friend so it wasn't furnished but he had some spare furniture if I was interested. Couldn't deny I was. I was from Scandinavia and had been living first across England, and then America and Canada, basically as a nomad since I was 17. Until now it hadn't bothered me that I didn't even own a bed… bothered might have been a strong word, it was just inconvenient. Mr. Black was going to come over later with a mattress, for which I was grateful. I had never been to La Push before, so I had no idea where to start looking for furniture.

Well, here I was. In my new house. Holy shit… I'd never rented a house before. I usually befriended people and then lived with them or lived in my truck, and to be honest, having an address for the first time in years was kind of frightening. But also very nice… I had a home now. And I had to go to school in Port Angeles, which was a bit of a drive, but I didn't mind, it was only 3 times a week anyway. I had commitments, and that was an unknown territory. Luckily I had a ton of money so I didn't have to worry too much about getting a job. That was the beauty of being a nomad. Taxes and rent didn't eat up what bit money you came by, plus I inherited a bucket load from my mum when she died.

I walked over to the stairs and climbed up. The room was bigger than I had thought, and I could easily stand up straight without hitting the ceiling. I went over to the glass door that opened up to the balcony that was facing the front of the house, and went outside. "Waw…" I thought to myself. The view was great from here. It reminded me of the forests in Denmark where I grew up, and the unsettled feeling in my stomach instantly calmed. I made the right decision to come here. I looked up the road as I heard a car coming towards my secluded house, and went downstairs to open the front door.

"Hi, you must be Ms. Charles," said the man in front of me in a wheelchair with a nice smile. I instantly liked him.

"Yeah, you can just call me Nica… Its short for Annica, and you must be Mr. Black," I answered, and then looked up at the incredibly handsome guy behind him. The guy smiled just like Mr. Black, but looked like I had said something funny.

"Oh please, just call me Billy. Mr. Black was my father," Billy grinned and I understood why the guy behind him was laughing.

"This is my son Jacob, he's here to help carry the mattress in for me, cause as you can see, I'm not very mobile myself," he continued, and made his point by padding his wheelchair wit his right hand.

"Oh, yeah… that's great, I'm not sure I would have been able to handle it by myself" I chuckled, smiling at Billy. He had the kindest eyes I'd seen in a long time.

Jacob had gone to get the mattress and carried it by himself towards my house. "Shouldn't I help you?" I asked feeling rude for not just jumping in to grab it.

"No no, don't worry about it," Jacob said smiling while carrying it effortlessly. I took a moment to really look at him. He was so hot I felt my cheeks color and suddenly felt out of place and awkward. His hair was dark and cropped with a little hair product in, and he wore dark jeans and a grey t-shirt, that looked stretched over his shoulders and chest. I turned my attention to Billy, whom I kind of got the feeling had caught me starring at his son. Surely he was used to it. I mean…come on… that must happen all the time considering how hot Jacob was.

"Thank you for bringing it over, I really appreciate it Billy," I said smiling.

"Don't worry about it Nica. I got the feeling you didn't have that much furniture, so it's the least I can do," he said, just as Jacob came outside again.

"You can say that again Dad, the mattress is the only thing in there, haha" he laughed. I looked at his face for a hint of mocking or anything like it, but only saw the same kindness his dad shone.

"Well, yeah… I haven't actually had any place for furniture in a while." I answered a bit embarrassed. Billy looked up at Jacob who nodded knowingly and then back at me.

"We're having a bonfire tonight at the beach, why don't you come and meet some of your new neighbors?" Billy asked, and when I didn't answer at first, being a bit taken back, he continued, "There's going to be girls there, your age as well?" It was really nice of him to invite me, I just didn't know if I should go. My plan was actually to just stay here until I got my degree in fine arts and then move on again, and I knew getting people close wasn't always a great idea. I could tell they liked me just like I did them, and who knows, maybe I liked it here and I'd actually stay longer and grow some roots. It would be a first but everything was possible…right?

"I wouldn't want to intrude," I finally said.

"You would be intruding, it's just a casual get-together, nothing serious." Billy said and I realized I actually wanted to go now.

"It does sound nice… sure I'll go. I'm just not sure where it is?"

"Jacob can come by and pick you up before it starts, and this way you don't have to worry about food tonight either, there'll be plenty there." I felt a bit anxious. Should I bring anything? What do you bring to a bonfire? Marshmallows?

"Should I bring anything?" I asked already thinking about where I'd seen the nip-in when driving here.

"Just your beautiful self and a smile," Jacob said before his dad could say anything, and sent me a smile I swear could melt the entire island of Greenland. I got lost in it for a split-second and then realized he had just called me beautiful. God this guy was good, I thought.

"Heh, sure… I can do that." I said and waved goodbye as they went to the car to leave.

"I'll be here at 7.30," Jacob called back from his side of the car and got inside it. A minute later they were driving down the road again, away from my house.

I went to my room a few minutes later to go though my bags with my stuff. I found some clothes and went down to the bathroom and looked in the mirror I was grateful for having been left behind. I looked a mess. How could Jacob call me beautiful? My blue eyes looked tired and darker than usually, and my blonde hair was all over the place. It was a moment where I wasn't so thankful for my slightly wavy hair. Normally it would frame my face really nicely and have a look that kind of said; I curled it yesterday in true Hollywood fashion and now they have just fallen out a bit. It looked and was natural. I left my new picked outfit in the bathroom and went upstairs to have a nap. It was only half past two so I had plenty of time to have a catnap and get ready. I took my faithful blanket from one of my bags, grabbed a sweater to use as my pillow, and fell asleep quickly.