HI! New story, again, and this one is my fourth story. XD If you want, go read my other one's too please. XD ^-^ Well, I went to go see Eclipse last night with a few sort of friends of mine, and the one was like, "I wish Jacob could have been with someone else other then Bella and Renesmee." Well, my friends don't know that I have this account, so hahahaha, I'm going to make a Jacob and Original Character story, and I shall have fun making it! So, this one is for you, Kira! My first JacobxOC story, so I'm hoping it's going to be good! ONWARD! Playlist For Chapter: Hey Soul Sister - Train
Cha Ching - Hedley
Done All Wrong - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Pinch Me - Bare Naked Ladies
Jacob's Theme - Howard Shore (I cried during the movie when they played with, and I also cried well I was listening to this.)
Beautiful - Akon
I could hear the pounding of my feet against the pavement as I ran quickly through the streets of High Level, Alberta. Another rumble of thunder past through the sky like some sort of train, and the drops of rain where starting to get heavier now. I looked down at the concrete under me, and I found that it was splattered in darker spots where the rain was falling. The houses were passing by me slowly, which made me realize I was beginning to slow down to a walk. The sky cracked with thunder again, and it was so loud my ears were ringing and my heart jumped a few beats a head of my lungs.
I had been with my friend Maya, but she had been asked to go join her boyfriend somewhere. I had politely told her to go, and that I could walk home. But, sadly, a pop up storm had hit, and I had gotten stuck in it. . . . Half way across town from my home.
I quickly turn at the street corner, and found myself staring face-to-face with the Mackenzie Highway, which meant I still had another five blocks to go so that I would be able to get to my own house. The prairie grass on the sides of the highway and beside me were whipping wildly, like waves, in the wind that came gusting from the west. The rain kept pouring down now, and within seconds of seeing the highway, I was almost drenched through to my underwear.
I quickly ran across the highway, my feet slipping every so often because of the wet ash vault. The wind whipped again, and my teeth were chattering and I was shivering.
Once I was across the highway, I was able to see a gas station a head of me, and I bolted for it, racing past the white gas pumps, through the empty parking lot, and to the glass doors of the red brick building. Grabbing the strange handle to the door, I pulled it hard, and to my dismay, it didn't open.
Panic surged through me as I slowly yanked harder, putting one of my feet against the wall beside the door, and using that as a lever. The door moved a tiny bit, but didn't open.
I groaned, and looked up a little bit, gritting my teeth. There was a white sign there, written in big, cursive, easy letters to read.
The sign said: be back in twenty minutes.
I couldn't believe my luck. I was in the middle of a thunderstorm, and now the only building in a block radius was closed.
Another rumble of thunder made me ball my fists, and the rain came down in sheets, hitting me and everything else. It was hard rain, heavy; it felt a little bit like getting hit with marbles.
I looked at the many windows that were on the gas station, and I managed to catch my reflection. Usually, I had riotous, thick blond curls that were like a wild, untamed mane that reached down to my shoulder blades and big, blue-gray eyes that shined.
My reflection at that second was completely different; my curls had been reduced to ringlets that hung sorrowfully, dripping rain water from them. My eyes were more gray then blue at the moment, and they looked as sorrowful as my hair did.
I slowly looked out into the gray world; the rain came down like torrents now, and it made everything misty, gray and wet. I looked into the sky, which was a little bit clearer because of it's extremely dark color. I saw a brilliant flash of lighting that lit of the sky like a strobe light. Another crash of thunder made me jump, and I shook as another gale of wind came by. I pressed my back up against the red brick wall, trying to keep myself out of the rain as much as I possibly could. I closed my eyes, listening to the thunder echo around me.
Suddenly, after about twenty-five rumbles of huge thunder, I heard a different kind of rumble. This one was timed, like some sort of car or gun or something. The rumbling got closer, and I squinted, trying to see out of the sheets of hail-rain that kept pounding against me.
I could see a dark shape pull into the parking lot of the gas station, and there was something on it too. Another rumble from the strange shape, and it cut off, dying like a hungry animal. The shape that was on the dark thing moved, and suddenly, they detached from each other, and something was coming toward me.
I blinked a few times until a huge rumble of thunder that almost shook the air made my heart jump. I looked down at my feet, trying not to scream or jump as my heart was beating a hundred miles a minute. The concrete place that I was standing was almost black with the wetness of the rain.
"Is it open?" a voice asked, and it was husky, strange, and sharp, like a knife.
The voice caught me off guard so fast that I yelped and jumped a foot into the air. Once I had landed and caught my startled breath, I turned to face whoever had said that to me.
I was met with a handsome, hard face that was clenching his jaw. His skin was russet, kind of like the skin of some Native Americans that I knew from out of town. His hair was soaking, dripping rivers of water onto his handsome face. His eyes reminded me of dark pools of chocolate, deep and mysterious. He was only wearing a hooded sweat shirt and cut of jeans, and some beat up red and white sneakers that looked to be too small for his feet.
But once our eyes met once more, his face completely changed. His eyes turned softer, his jaw unclenched, and his body relaxed completely. His eyes looked at me with the intensity of a river, and he seemed to be staring at me. His stare was trance-like, and it just rained down adoration, love, protection and loyalty.
It was like he was seeing the sun for the first time, or like he was seeing something he would never see again. It was quite strange, and all I was able to do was stare back until another rumble of thunder made me jump again.
He went to reach out to me. "Are you okay?" His hand stopped inches away from my shoulder.
I blinked a few times, staring at him hand. My breath was shaking as the wind howled at me again. "I'm . . . fine."
He blinked a few times, his hand going back to his side. His soft eyes left mine as he scanned the sign that was still hanging from the door, taunting me by swinging in the wind. The rain was pounding against me, harder now; this time it didn't feel like marbles. It felt like bricks. I looked down at myself; my clothes were soaking completely through, and I was shaking.
"It's closed," he said, shaking his head and gritting his teeth. "Damn it."
"Damn it is right," I grumbled, my teeth chattering as the gust of wind hit me.
He looked over at me again, taking in my soaked appearance, and his eyes flickered with pain. He quickly grabbed the hem of his sweater, and was yanking it off in quick jerks. He had no shirt under his sweater, which made me stare at his muscles and abs. He shook the sweater out quickly, and then handed it to me. It was warm, and I held it closer to me, letting it's warmth radiate through me.
"Put it on," he said, his voice soft. "It'll keep you warm and semi dry."
I looked down at the black sweater, and then gratefully put in on. It smelt of the forest and of a campfire, and it seemed to have a lot of memories with it. It was ten-times to big for me; it reached my knees, the sleeves were way too long, and it hung off my body like a blanket of some kind. I shivered as the warmth of the sweater soaked into me.
"Wait, but you–" I started, realizing that he was shirtless and probably freezing.
"Don't worry about me. I'm fine," he replied.
I blinked a few more times, and then nodded slowly, looking out into the misty gray world again. The thunder rumbled overhead, softer this time. He was looking out to, and his gaze seemed thoughtful.
"So, do you live here?" he asked, looking back at me hopefully.
I nodded. "Across town. Do you?"
He shook his head, and my heart sunk a little. "I lived in Washington State, but now I'm kinda on a road trip."
"Oh." I was taken aback. Washington State was really far away from here, a whole country away. What would make him come all the way here, to this town that I'd love to get away from? "So, what made you decide to take a road trip?"
He ground his teeth together, and then bit his lip, looking away from me. He looked as if he was in pain, and I went to reach out to him, but he turned back to me, his eyes hard again. "Well, I guess you could call it a road trip. It's more of a run away trip."
I blinked, then squinted, looking at his hot body up and down. "Why would you run away?" I wasn't at all appalled by the idea, but I was curious to why he would run away. He didn't look like he would have any sort of bully problems, because he looked as if he could shove a football player through a wall.
His teeth bit against his lip harder, to the point where it should have been bleeding. The thunder rumbled around us again, but was completely drowned out by his next words. "I'm running away from . . . everything."
The way he said those words . . . it was like it was physically paining him to be saying them and to be remembering what was back where he was from.
I just wanted to hug him and tell him everything was alright, but I didn't even know the guy! Wouldn't that be just creepy? Instead, I reached out, placing one of my hands on his arm, the sweater still warm from his body. "I'm sorry."
He looked at me, his eyes deep. He smiled a little at me. "Thanks," he said.
Suddenly, out of the blue, I heard a car horn blaring, as the squeal of tires. Out of the misty sheets of rain, I could see a blue object speeding toward us. It stopped in the parking lot right beside the other dark shape, and the horn blared sharply.
I blinked. I was positive I knew who it was; it was Maya, back to save me, of course. I looked at the male beside me, I slowly took my hand of his arm, and I went to start pulling off the sweater. The male reached out and made me stop by putting his hand on my shoulder.
"You keep that," he said. "It should keep you warm until you get home."
"Thank you," I said softly, looking again into his deep eyes.
"You're welcome. Is that a friend of yours?"
"Yeah. Maya. I think."
He smiled in response. "My name's Jacob."
I smiled in return; his smile was infectious. "I'm Meredith."
The car honked sharply again.
"Go," he said. "I'll see you around sometime."
"Uh, I'll see you too," I said, my cheeks burning a little as I waved and slowly went back out into the worst of the rain, leaving the guy behind me.
There we have it! I hope you all liked it! Okay, so just to clear a few things up before you all start asking mental questions: This is NOT after Breaking Dawn. It's taking place when Jacob runs away from Forks. I shall go through all of Breaking Dawn, all the way from the wedding to the Volturi fight, and they I'll probably make a sequel and then it'll be after BD. Her name is Meredith Jasmine Dan, and she's sixteen. I think that's it . . . . . . . for now. Review, please! I'd like to know how I'm doing and how well I wrote this! Thank you for taking your time to read this! BAI! ^-^