I pick up my violin and start to play. But, soon I hear Jacob lumbering up the front porch. I keep playing, not in the mood to talk.
I like Jake, but only as a friend. He imprinted on me when I was an infant. Now, I feel I have no choice but to love him somehow, but the most I can make myself like him is as a friend. He keeps expecting something more, as if I'll wake up one morning and realize that I love him. That's never happened, and as far as I'm concerned, it never will.
Bella, my mother, slips into my room. "Jacob's here", she says simply.
"Tell him I'll be down in a few minutes." I'm not too keen on going down, as Jake only left the house about 14 minutes ago.
"Ness, do you like Jacob?" she asks.
"Of course I like Jacob. As a friend, I mean.
"Tell me the truth. Do you think he'll ever be any more? " she asks, looking slightly scared.
"No, not really, Mom, Jacob is the best friend I'll ever have. But I don't interpret our relationship the way he does."
Then my mother looks scared. I hear heavy breathing outside. I whip the door open, just in time to see Jacob's retreating back, turning down the hall.