Jacob Black's POV:
I stared through the canopy of trees, watching as the sun began to ascend into the dark sky. i happily inhaled the forest air infused with the aroma of pine trees and freshly fallen rain, the air still cold and moist from the night before. This time of day was the one i favored the most. It's the most peaceful, the quietest the only audible sounds being the songs of a distant bird and the soft pitter and patter of the drizzling rain. It was the only time i was able to have silence. The only time it was ever silent was when Sam and the pack where sound asleep unable to think or speak. I never welcomed the feel of being alone until it became something no longer in my reach, something i couldn't ever have. This was the only way i could escape there loud thoughts and constant blabbing mouths. Waking up at the crack of dawn and leaving to the woods was the only possible way of being alone around here. i continued to leisurely walk through the forest until i came to the shores of la push. i stood in the middle of the beach, closing my eyes so i was only able hear the constant waves crashing against the shores, Inhaling deeply, to savor the bittersweet smell of the oceans waters.
I wish it was always like this. i thought while i felt the cold rough texture of the wet sand between my toes. Snap! I heard coming from behind me. I lazily opened my eyes turning around to face the direction of the sound that'd been somewhere in the woods. I wondered when he'd fault; i knew he'd been following me. I was easily able to hear the thud of his steady heart beat as he silently trailed close behind.
"I know it's you Seth." i say, Knowing he's close enough that i needn't shout out.
A few brief seconds of silence passed before he gives in to defeat, knowing that he'd been caught. Gradually he begins to separate himself from the trees and shrubs until completely in eye site. He slowly walked toward me sporting only a pair of shorts along with a very apologetic smile. Seth is the younger brother of one of my pack members; i think he's about 14 or 15 years old but I'm not entirely certain. He developed this sort of fascination with me that somehow formed into an unexplained crush, well, unexplained for him anyway. Although he wasn't at all familiar with these sorts of emotions he didn't try to waste time trying to figure them out or hate himself for feeling the way he did. He simply accepted it, though it was strange for him at first. Oddly enough Seth doesn't prefer one sex over the other he welcomes them both which was pretty unusual because there hasn't been anybody like him around these parts...ever. I'm the only one he's ever told besides another friend of his that must be really close to him. He's completely oblivious that i know of his little crush on me, but then again it'd be pretty hard not to. His thoughts about me can sometimes be really loud...and rather descriptive. I also know this from how often he takes glances at me, i notice from the corner of my eye, when i happen to not be wearing a shirt, which was most if not all the time. A regular guy would be disgusted and try to avoid him at any means possible, but not me i try not to let the way he feels for me get in the way of the friendship we developed over the years. In a way... i get sort of flattered.
Seth doesn't at all fit the stereotypes people make about guys like him. They say they speak and move feminine, say girly things, dress odd... but that's not Seth. His voice even for his age is surprisingly low, he dresses like every other guy in town.
"How'd you know it was me?" he asks, with a smile that could make a teenage girls heart melt.
"I didn't," i say softly. "I was just hoping it'd be you." i say smiling as dreamy as i could manage.
His cheeks flushed at the comment, he smiled at the ground trying to hide his red cheeks. But his heart couldn't hide how he felt...how nervous he was, his heart fluttered like the small wings of a humming bird when i was near. He knows i can't provide certain feelings but he doesn't seem to care if I'm straight, he'd still longed for me. And when he longed, he'd get extremely depressed and i can't stand to see Seth like that. So, saying flirty things, touching him here and there makes the depressions go away, if it meant stepping outside my comfort zone to make Seth happy... I'd do it. Doing this is the only way to make him happy.
In a way, i think it's sort of cute the way he gets so shy around me. The way he can't always look at me into the eyes, forcing himself to stare at the ground. the way he runs his fingers through his inky hair when he's nervous, The way a simple tough can make his heart beat through his chest. Sometimes i feel so in control of his feelings that it scares me, i wonder why he's so fascinated with me...i don't get it. I couldn't even get someone a simple as Bella sw- no. i won't think about her. If i even dared, I'd go into a depression.
"Whys that?" he asked Running his fingers through his black hair damp from the drizzle of rain showering us.
Seth Clearwater's POV:
He slowly walked toward me, making my heart beat faster with each step he took closer. He walked until our chests almost touched and then gazed down at me with his beautiful hazel eyes. I tried my hardest not to turn run away, not to run in fear of what might or might not happen. I know Jake isn't like me or anything close, he's just a natural flirt, but him being so close to me felt...right. His sweet breath warmly lingered down my skin making my skin shiver with delight. He leaned in closer bringing our faces closer and closer together. My heart beat so fast i feared it'd fail from being so over worked.
"So i could do this..." was all i heard before i felt a massive glob of damp sand smash onto the top of my head.
He retreated from me busting out in laughter.
"You asshole!" i shout with a smile, Wiping the wet sand out of my hair still in shock.
We both laughed him at the site of me, and me at wondering how stupid I must've looked. once id finished getting as much sand off of my head as i could manage i bent down to the ground to scoop up a heaping hand full of sand, then slowly walking toward him with a devilish smile. He quickly had foreseen what i was planning to do and immediately began to run away from me. I chased after him trying not drop the sand that i planned on planting right on the top of his thick skull. I chased him for a long while before deciding to give up, knowing that I'd never catch him. once i dropped the sand to the soft ground he cautiously walked back to me thinking i might have had another trick up my sleeve, which i usually would but i hadn't the strength from all the running to think of plan. When he reached me he sat down on the ground, i sat next to him marveling how beautiful he looked, his chest and abs glistening wet from the rain, his arms and legs so big and muscular. I'd never be Jacobs, he was too beautiful, too great...too heterosexual. As i gazed at his handsome face wondered what it might have been like if he was like me. But i quickly shake the thought from my head knowing its useless, to think of what might be.
"I'm sorry." he says but obviously he doesn't mean it due to the smile on his face.
"It's okay." i say Even though i was a little upset but i couldn't manage to stay mad at Jacob for longer than at least two minutes, If that.
Jacob's POV:
I could tell he didn't like my little stunt too much, i could tell in his face. Seth always smiled...but he wasn't smiling now. His heart beat turned to its regular pace, which meant him didn't like me too much. I didn't like when Seth was upset especially when i was the one he was upset with. How am i going to get him to smile? I wondered. I glanced at the sky noticing how high it hung...i got it!
"it's about time to start heading back," i start. "Walk with me?"
I ask in a way that makes me sound as if i doubt he'll say yes. Which now i sort of regret because of how submissive it sounded.
"yea." he says with a smile that tells me I've succeeded.
I get to my feet while Seth does the same; i take his hand interlocking our fingers. I know he'll like this, and almost immediately his heart confirms it. His hearts flutters like wings again, while the smile on his face practically screams 'I'm happy'. We walk through the woods swinging our interlocked hands back and forth and i could tell Seth is loving every minute of it. But halfway through, it all seems to become a little too natural and i actually begin to somewhat like his hand with mine. So i let go. I could tell he saddened at the loss of my hand, i didn't like that, i wouldn't make him sad again. So i grab his hand again, watching as his face lightened up. If i were to completely cut myself off from Seth, i wouldn't know what he'd do. He can't even go thirty minutes without a touch or flirty comment or he'll go into a minor depression. That's why i do this, not to lead him on, but to keep him from doing anything too drastic. Sometimes it's a pain when there's a girl that i want to talk to but i couldn't because i didn't want to make Seth upset. But most of the time i hardly minded, i really liked Seth's company.
We walked until we came up to my house, and that's when the trouble started. Slam! Went the front he door, and here came Sam pacing toward us fuming, wearing a frustrated expression to match. I quickly retracted my hand before Sam could see. I knew Seth would understand this time... i knew he'd worry where i was.