My Best Friend
I walked through my bed room door, from getting up from tossing, and turning from the nightmare's that kept me awake, to get a drink of water from the bathroom, and Jacob was sitting on the purple comforter on my bed, he was looking at his hands, which were folded together on the lap of his cut-off gray sweats, that he always seems to be wearing.
"Jake what are you doing here?" I asked. He looked up from his hands and to my face, his eyes held deep concern.
"Bella, you seem to be getting worse," I knew what he was referring; I had been a bit more depressed lately. "Don't you think it would be better if you talked about it, now that you have people who you can talk about it to, and they won't think your crazy?" There was some humour in his voice, and I felt the corners of my lips turn up a bit.
I looked into his friendly eyes, sighed, and crossed my arms across my light blue night shirt, which draped from my shoulders to middle of my thighs. "No, talking about it was what made it worse. Now that my mind is not blocking out the memories, and his name, it's worse." I said in a weak voice. I walked across the hardwood floor of my room, almost tripping on my jeans I wore to day, to sit next to Jacob on my bed.
Now that Jacob was here it felt like I could fall asleep and not be afraid of the nightmares, because I knew that Jacob would help keep them away.
I lay down on my mattress, slipped my legs under the purple comforter and pulled it over my body so it was stung under my armpits.
Jacob looked at me, seeming to understand it all, and he also looked at me like I was not crazy, it was a nice change from school, Jessica, is still, just getting over the Port Angeles incident.
"Jake stay with me tonight, you always seem to keep the nightmares away". I pleaded him. This was selfish, it would probably mislead him a lot, but, I could not go another night without a goodnights sleep.
Jacob looked towards the window, then to the door, probably thinking, "What if Charlie walks in.", and then, finally to me and smiled, my favourite smile, though it had changed ever so slightly since he became a werewolf, it wasn't as carefree looking as it used to be.
Jacob put his large, warm, arms around me and I rested the side of my face on his bare chest, and I listed to his steady heartbeat, and his breath go in, and out of his lungs.
I didn't like how it reminded me of the times 'he' would spend nights with me, but, I was so comfortable in Jacob arms and tried, before I could say anything I fell into a deep sleep, and didn't wake until the morning, undisturbed by any sort of dreams, thanks to my best-friend, Jacob.