"Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking together in the same direction."- Antoine de Saint Exupery
It never stopped fucking raining in Washington.
She had moved here two weeks ago and it had yet to stop raining. Sometimes it was just a light mist. Sometimes it was a torrential downpour. But she had yet to see the sun shine down on her tiny cottage on the La Push reservation and she was severly regretting her decision to uproot from her home in Chicago and move into her dad's old house about an hour away from Seattle.
The rain had kept her inside for a good part of her two weeks. She went out to get grocceries and shop for furnishings in her new house, but she had yet to meet any of the locals. At the rate of how things were going, she bet that they thought she was some druggie who spent her days sleeping and her nights making crystal meth and planned on selling it to local teenagers and begin a drug ring. Or they could think she was a vampire, feeding on everything that moved. Or perhaps they hadn't even noticed that she had moved in.
"Fuck this,"she mumbled to no one in particular. It was ten o'clock in the morning and,seeing how it was another wet day in La Push, she had decided to stay in bed. Until now.
She stood up and stretched her 5'8" body. Her wifebeater raised up with her long arms as she reached for the ceiling, exposing her pale stomach to the mirror.
"At least I won't stick out with my pastiness," she spoke to her reflection. "No one here seems to be getting any sun."
She walked over to her dresser, a relic from when her father would bring her up her during her summer vacations. She opened the ancient artifact and grabbed a clean grey t-shirt and opened up another drawer to retrieve a red bra. She then opened up another draw and fished around for her favorite jeans and waltzed to the bathroom to shower and get herself ready for the day. After all, she had just decided that today would be the day that she would get aquainted with her new neighbors and she wanted to make a good impression.
"Jacob," she breathed into his ear.
He was holding a woman in his arms. She was so soft, so sensuous in his rough hands. Her hair smelled like green apples and was long and a muted strawberry blonde. It reminded him of autumn.
Her lips where on his ear and began tracing his jawline and he decided his hands needed to do something. He began running them down her hips. So full, so giving, so sexy. He needed more.
His hands went to the back of her head and pulled it back gently. He looked into her eyes and they were a warm shade of light green. So light that they could've been grey. Her lips were a light pink, like some kind of summer berry. He needed to taste them.
"Jacob," she breathed again. "I need you."
Suddenly, it hit him.
"Jake, wake up!" someone yelled in his ear.
"Huh?" he grunted into his pillow. While he acted sleepy, he felt wide awake because of his dream.
"Shit, you could sleep through the end of the world and you'd be fine," said a familiar voice. Embry.
"What do you want from me, man? Don't you have something better to do," he asked as he sat up.
"No, but I wanted to tell you that I wanted some breakfast and with Emily visiting family and you being the only one who knows how to cook," he began. Jacob just stuck his hand in his face.
"Go make yourself a fucking bowl of cereal. I just had the best dream ever and the last thing I want to do is make you some eggs," Jacob retorted angrily. Embry's eyebrows rose.
"What happened in this dream? Was there some hot Bella on Jacob action?" he asked in curiosity. Jacob shook his head and looked at his hands.
"It was the first dream I've had in three years that doesn't involve...her. It was this strawberry blonde chick. She was hot man, real hot. Like, natural, sexy, womanly hot. And she wanted me. And I wanted her. But it hit me that it wasn't Bella and then you woke me up," he replied. He looked up at Embry, who was now wide eyed at his revelation.
"Damn, that's awesome. Maybe it's like some sort of sign. That Bella wasn't 'the one' and this new hippie chick is," Embry questioned. Jacob sighed. He knew that Bella would always be "the one," even if he had never imprinted on her. He looked back down at the floor and felt Embry punch him in the arm lightly.
"Hey, you wanna go down to the store? Maybe they made those cinnamon buns again. Those were the shit," he asked. Jacob stood up and stretched.
"That sounds good. Gimme a minute to change and I'll be out soon," he replied. Embry nodded and walked out of his room.
Jacob sighed and found a clean shirt and pants on the floor. His real intention of going out was to find this mystery woman. If he wanted to do it the right way, he had to at least look decent.
