I did it. FINALLY! I'm sorry it took so long, but NOW! IT IS HERE! Here Boy version 2~! Hopefully you'll still like it and maybe I can keep it on track now!
Edward scowled and kicked the tire of his Volvo in frustration. In the middle of the highway at noon, just a few kilometres out of town, was not where Edward wanted to be right now.
"Goddammit! You're just an expensive piece of crap!" Edward yelled, running a hand through his hair, and blowing out a sigh, "I have somewhere to be!" He yelled again, his frustrations lost on the car, and then froze as he heard the roar of a motorcycle. Spinning around, he pointed at where a familiar red bike was now parked … with no driver.
"You!" Edward began accusingly, then paused and realised there was no one there, "- where are you?" He asked, mostly to himself, and jumped when he heard a scratching sound.
Looking towards his car, Edward saw the bonnet being put up.
"Hey! I know it's you! Stop touching my car!" Edward fumed, jogging over and glaring. "You sabotaged my vehicle, asshole!" He snapped.
"Aw, but Eddie baby, I told you I'd be out of town for the week! Remember? I'm pretty sure I said 'Babe; I'm not going to be here for a week; so no need to cook me dinner' right?" The owner of the voice snickered, and Edward was almost sidetracked by the fact a giant red toolbox, the paint in some paces patchy from constant use, was magically set up near his car.
Edward glared. "Yeah, and I'm pretty sure I then slammed my front door in your face." He growled, and got a deep laugh in return. "Besides - I know you're a creepy stalker and knew I was going to be out-of-state this week!" Edward snapped, "And I don't want you … just don't touch my car!" Edward added, starting to get flustered.
"Oh, burn!" The sarcastic reply came, along with a few strange noises. "C'mon - can't you be civil? Bella would be heartbroken if she found out how you're treating her bestie."
Edward clenched his teeth.
"I think she'd be a bit more heartbroken if she found out her best friend was trying to get into my pants constantly to the point of obsessively!" Edward shouted, and blushed hotly straight afterwards. There was another laugh.
"Please, you think Bella's a little glass saint? I think she'd have a whole different reaction to that news other then heartbroken. You may work with her and get all that science mumbo-jumbo, but we lost our virginity to each other; I know that cute lil' white girl like I know my right hand. I'm right-handed y'see." A deep tanned hand adorned with a red woven bracelet presented itself from the side of the bonnet.
Edward wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Do you know you're absolutely inappropriate? And why the hell is there a toolbox here? You can't fit that onto your bike!"
"Do you know you're really cute when you do that, and there's a car right here with a perfectly functioning back seat, and that your baby sister, her husband, his twin, and her boyfriend all gave me permission to sodomise you thoroughly? Oh - and I can put a lot of things anywhere. Seriously - we should fuck, I'm telling it'll be good." Edward was absolutely baffled by the counter-argument.
"Excuse me? What?"
"You're excused. Oh hey! I found the prob with your car! It looks like there's a small but very important screw that's been maybe loosening slowly over the past week! What a change of topic!"
Edward stopped.
"You sabotaged my car." The accusation wasn't shocked, or even angry. It was right.
"Ah, yeah, you could say that, really, all I had to do was yank the screw a bit - it was already loose." The reply was swift and careless. But the man saw an opening, and struck. "You could say I accidently knocked it-"
"I can sue." Edward snapped, but the other man seemed to brush off the treat with a laugh.
"Of course you can, little white American settler - you use your wallet! But you won't; because you love me - and if not me, your testicles; which Bella would have no qualms in ripping off if you take legal action against her best friend." He said, and Edward scowled at the smugness that rang in his tone.
"Get the hell away from me." Edward hissed, storming past him and slamming the door of his car after he climbed in.
"I know that's your way of saying thank you, Eddie baby! And you're very welcome," Kissing noises came from behind the hood, and 'Eddie' glared for all he was worth as the bonnet was slammed down, and a young Native man grinned cockily at him.
He had shoulder-length jet black hair, and extremely handsome features. All of which were practically lost on Edward.
"I hate you, Jacob Black." Edward snapped, and Jacob laughed, the sound muted through the car.
"Love you too, sweetie!"
Edward flipped him the bird, and glared as Jacob packed up his tools, shoved the toolbox into his motorbike somewhere, and gave him a wave before he started it up.
"It's road-worthy now!" The man yelled, before he donned a sleek black helmet and sped off. Edward mimicked the sentence in a childish, high-pitched tone, 'it'th woad-wothy now' and turned the key. Absolutely nothing happened. Edward almost screamed.
"… That son-of-a-bitch ruined my car …." Edward growled, and, in a burst of frustration, began viciously twisting the key in the ignition again and again until - VROOM!
The car roared to life; making Edward jump a foot in the air as the engine revved. Embarrassed, Edward banged the steering wheel.
"Goddammit!"
When Edward pulled up in front of the white-washed building, he couldn't bring himself to glance at his car's clock and acknowledge how late he was.
It wasn't even his fault that bloody kid keeps wrecking his car!
… Edward knew he really needed to find some way to get rid of him, but right now there's was someone very important waiting for him.
Which is why when he rushed through the front door, he was displeased when he found the front room he burst into empty, excluding a boy that perked up when he saw him.
"Oh, hey Mister Ed! Yeah - lookin' for Jake? Yeah - just though to Sammy's office!" The boy chirped, and Edward gave him a glare.
"Call me Edward, Seth, or Mr. Cullen, and he's Jacob to you." He snapped, and all the anger rushed out of him as he caught the blasting notes of the song battering against Seth's eardrums, who still looked cheerful even though he couldn't hear a word of what Edward was saying.
"Never mind." He muttered, almost correcting himself, and walked through another door that said 'vet', ignoring the cheerful parting wave Seth gave him.
"Uley?" Edward called, and looked to where … the man in question snored on the shiny operating table. Edward scowled.
He was dressed in nothing but a white coat and black pants, he was also very ripped to almost a frightening extent, and seemed to have no problems falling asleep among the mess around him. Edward eyed the needle that rested just near the large man's ear, then to the certificates framed on the walls with suspicion.
"I can't believe I entrust my Jake to you …." He hissed under his breath, and immediately, the man's snoring ceased with a slight hiccup, and he shot up.
"Huh?" He asked, looking around and eyes stopping at Edward. As soon as Edward opened his mouth, he raised a hand, all sleepiness erased from his face and nothing but cold anger replacing it.. "Before you say some dumb white shit; shut up. Y'know what Jake-"
"Jacob, to you-" Edward butted in, but that was as far as he got.
Uley jumped to his feet, actually made the ground tremble for a moment, but Edward bravely stood his ground, but the thought of Jake stopped him from bolting out the door as the man advanced. "I said shut it. You know what your dumb-ass spoilt as fuck little shit-head did?" He asked, now only a few inches from Edward, who was much less then pleased at having his Jakey insulted right in front of him.
"… No, what?" Edward finally answered through gritted teeth, mostly because Uley's hands were clenched into fists and Edward remembered that he himself was rather skinny and would probably die if the vet punched him.
"Yapped. All night while I was trying to do paperwork. I was ready to seriously harm that little pissy bitch." He growled, expression darkening, while Edward kept the thought of 'a far cry from a pet-loving vet …' to himself.
"… Why do I entrust my poor Jake to you, Sam?" Edward said instead, attempting to match Sam's dark look, which the vet scoffed at. He walked over to a paper-scattered desk and picked up a mug of something that he downed quickly, and made him suck in a deep breath. The action made Edward guess it wasn't just cold coffee.
"Because he's escaped from every other place that takes mother-fucking monster dogs." Sam stated. Edward crossed his arms and glared at Uley with sharp green eyes. The vet slurped his drink, unaffected by the younger man's look, though he winced with each mouthful.
"… Just give him here, Sam." Edward said tensely after a while. He was used to Sam's constant swearing and derogatory comments towards his Jake; but that in no way meant he liked them.
Sam, on the other hand, enjoyed pushing Edward's buttons, and having him do extraordinarily stupid things as favours for looking after Jake, who seemed to be an immense handful to anyone who wasn't Edward himself. Something that not-so-secretly pleased Edward greatly.
"Just whistle then. Like hell I could've been bothering to shove that beast into his cage again after I let him out an hour ago." Sam retorted, and Edward, both pleased his precious pet had some leg room, and displeased at Sam's disregard, dutifully put two fingers in his mouth, and blew to give a shrieking whistle, while taking some pleasure in the way Sam massaged his temples with a pained expression.
"Jakey! Here boy!" The voice wasn't the cold and calm tone of Edward Cullen, as it had been a moment ago. It was excited, and giddy and almost cracked once or twice with the emotion. You'd almost expect Edward's long-lost lover to throw themselves into his arms. But no.
Then again, if the reason behind Edward's vocal change could talk, it was clear they would have the same type of voice.
The large, shaggy, rust brown, pony-sized excuse for a dog came blundering out of nowhere - and unceremoniously barrelled itself into Edward's chest.
Edward went down laughing, and the slightly emotional scene went down with Sam ,quite frankly, horribly.
The vet scowled, looked disgusted, and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him.
Edward, on the other hand, didn't look like he gave a flying shit as he kissed the furry head and ruffled the long brown fur.
"Jakey! … I missed you, did you miss me?" Edward asked, and instead of the voice people usually take when talking to babies and animals, his voice was as normal now as when it was talking to anyone else, an equal. It seemed his excitement from before had waned, slightly. The dog, on the other hand, woofed and shook his tail so hard his hind legs moved along with it.
"of course you did. Now let's get home, boy."
Edward was leading Jacob out to the lobby, when he saw Sam and Seth talking.
"This coffee tastes like shit – why?" Sam asked the boy, who had taken off his headphones, and was now spinning on his chair.
"I put chilli sauce in it." The boy replies, and Edward stops at the desk, wanting to listen to the rest of the conversation. Sam looks at the now-empty mug.
"… Why?" He repeats, only getting a non-committal shrug in return, as Seth takes Edward's offered credit card. Sam scowls at Edward. "I'm charging you double." He said, and Edward shrugs.
"Fine. Is that to make up for all your lack of sleep last night?" He asks sweetly, and Sam gives him the finger. Edward just nods at Seth as he takes back his credit card. "I think you're therapist needs to talk to you about your issues, Uley." Edward says in a cold tone, and Sam snorted.
"Your mum is my therapist." He snaps, and drops his mug onto Seth's lap pointedly, who just rolls his eyes and stomps into the doorway near his desk. Edward rolls his eyes as he turns to leave.
"And hear I thought Emily would be the only one that listens to you, Samuel." Edward says curtly, and Sam raises an eyebrow.
"That all you got, white man?" The vet shoots back, and Edward pauses, thinking quickly, while he could practically hear Sam's egging thoughts.
"W-well … I don't have to put up with this." Edward growled, and Sam smirked.
"Oh, burn!" Sam mutters sardonically, which makes Edward falter at the front door, and look back at Sam, who raises an eyebrow. "What?" Edward, though, looks away and shakes his head.
"Nothing – I ... heard someone say that just this afternoon." Edward says, and leaves without another word.
Seth comes back with two mugs, and puts one in front of Sam. Sam looks at him.
"No chilli?" He asked, and Seth shakes his head, sipping his own drink. Sam just nods, and glances back at the front door.
"What's wrong?" Seth asks, and Sam looks at his mug.
"That better not be coffee; Aunt Sue'd have my ass if you get hyped on caffine." Sam says, and Seth shows him the clear liquid inside.
"Lemonade." He replies, and then pokes the man. "Besides; my mum loves you. She made me work here for free; didn't she?" He asked, and Sam just sniggered.
"Yep. Sucks to be you." Sam agrees, and Seth punches his arm, which didn't really do anything. "Hey – you remember what Jacob always says after someone says a shitty comeback?" Sam asks suddenly, and Seth instantly perks up.
"'Oh, burn!' And it's always sarcastic!" Seth pipes up, his eyes shining, and Sam nods.
"Yeah; that's what I thought."
BAM! I put Sam and Seth in the first chapter because I love them. Leah should come soon - hopefully. AND I have a better idea of where this is going. Also - Sam STILL had the fuck-it-I'm-drunk-and-Leah-said-she'd-pay-so-I'll-get-'Emily'-tatooed-on-my-wrist tattoo. Immalovin'thecapslocklately.
Also - Denali coven, up next.