Black Family Reunion
Summary: Jacob's older sisters come back to La Push with a visit for their little bubby. No definate plot, just oneshots. Slightly JxB.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or New Moon. It's all Stephenie Meyer's.
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Bella's POV
I trailed in behind Jacob through the Black's small front door. I'd noticed a small white car parked in the driveway, Jacob had let out an almost inaudible groan. I guessed he'd seen it too.
Jacob came to a hault suddenly when he reached the front room. There was a very pretty girl perched on the couch, she seemed to be very absorbed in the tattered old book that rested in her grasp.
"Rachel?" Jacob said, hesitantly. The girl looked up slowly. She squinted up at Jacob and me, and took off her large round glasses, setting then on the armchair of the sofa. When she looked up at us, I saw her full face. She looked so much like Jacob, it was like looking at him. There was one very striking difference, though, she had deep blue eyes that contrasted drastically with Jacob's dark brown ones.
"Hello, Jacob." She said and placed the book neatly on her beside the couch. Rachel reached us and smiled over at me and gave Jacob a knowing smirk. She breathed deeply through her nostrils and put her fist on her hip.
"So, little brother, who's this?" She asked, gesturing to me as I stood halfway behind Jake in the small room.
"This is Bella." He said as he moved out of the way so Rachel could see me better. Recognition graced her features and her eyes widened.
"Bella Swan?" She said as she eyed me. "Charlie's daughter?"
"That's the one." I said and gave her a small smile.
"Wow, I haven't seen you since you were...yae high." She said as her right hand hovered about two feet from the carpet. Before I could respond, another girl, slightly taller than Rachel came bustling in from the kitchen.
"Jake!" She screamed as she ran over to him and threw her arms around his neck. The force of their collision was so strong it made even Jacob wobble. He caught himself on the armrest though, his big hand barely missing Rachel's glasses.
"Hey, Becca." Came Jake's raspy voice, as he patted her awkwardly on the back. She took her arms away from him and backed up a few steps, to take in his full form. Her back was facing me, so I couldn't see her expression.
"Where did your lank go?" She finally said.
"Look at that!" Rebecca grabbed hold of Jacob's arm, pulling him swiftly down, he captured his balance before actually falling, though.
"You are cut, little brother! Have you been working out?" She said, her voice appreciative.
"I, um..." Jacob struggled to find his words, his cheeks turning a faint pink under his russet skin.
"You are huge! I bet you have the ladies absolutley flocking you. I mean, I would! I can remember when-."
"Becca, no." Jacob shouted, suddenly alert. His eyes bulging and his face turning more rose-colored.
"Why not? Come on, I mean, we all know it. It's funny, that time when-." Jake clamped his hand over his sister's mouth and shook his head violently. From beside me, Rachel coughed.
"Beck, Jacob has company."
"Of course, he does. His sister's came all the way back down to La Push to see their baby bubby again!" She said as she reached up to pat his cheek. Jacob looked utterly mortified.
"No, I mean, company." Rachel said again, turning towards me and giving an apologetic look.
"What." Rebecca started as she turned around to face me. She jumped a bit, suprised at the other presence. I smiled shyly.
"That's Isabella Swan!" She shouted as she walked swiftly towards where I stood.
"Actually, it's Bella." I choked through her tight embrace.
"Did you come back from the dead? We haven't seen you, or heard anything about you, since you used to go fishing with Charlie!" Jacob came striding over, crossing the whole living room in just two steps.
"Actually, Bella moved here a little over a year ago. She's living with Charlie now." He smiled at me.
"Are you? Well, I bet that's fun. How is your dad, Bella?" Rebecca said.
"Oh, he's fine. Still Chief Swan around here." I nodded.
"Actually, Beck, that's where dad is today. He left a note, I told him we were coming, he'd scheduled a fishing trip with some of the guys today." Rachel added.
"Oh, I see. That sounds fun!" She said, chipper. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Jake glanced towards me, obviously amused by, but used to, his sister's behavior.
"Where's the mister? Did he come?" Jacob asked Rebecca.
"No." She said, sighing. "He'll be over on the Atlantic coast, surfing again." Jacob nodded, rolling his eyes.
"Figures." He said.
"Stop it, Jacob." She scolded.
"I'm no marriage counselor, but if you ask me-." He began.
"That's exactly right, you aren't, so stay out of it." An awkward silence followed shortly after that.
I then noticed a feather duster sticking out of Rebecca's jeans pocket. I took that as an oppurtunity to save the moment.
"Been cleaning?" I asked. She turned back towards me, the past banter quickly fading.
"Yes. It's unbelievable here." She said dramatically. She turned towards Jacob.
"I don't see how you live here. Don't you or Daddy ever clean up after yourselves?"
"Hey, hey." Said Jacob, defending himself. "I'm not even home half of the time and-." Rachel cut him off.
"Oh, really, Jacob? And where are you that fifty percent of the time? Out with Bella all night?" She snickered. I could feel my face burning, and I cast my eyes down to the ground. I could hear Jacob stuttering, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him fidgeting.
"Well, not exactly all of the time." He began but suddenly a 'ding' sounded from the kitchen. Rebecca jumped up and raised a finger in the air.
"Pizza's ready!" She declared and skipped back into the kitchen.
We all gathered in the tiny kitchen, scooting the chairs back against the tile floor, filling the room with shrill screeches.
"I saw Dad still had that piece of crap parked out front." Rachel said as she pulled her chair up closer to the the table.
"The truck? I can't believe that thing's still running!" Rebecca agreed, raising her eyebrows. Then she added,
"Please tell me he isn't making you drive that hunk of rust around town, is he Jacob?" Realization suddenly dawned on me that they were actually talking about my truck. I pursed my lips and kept silent.
"Um, I drive the Rabbit, actually." Jacob said quietly, looking down at the table.
"Good. Because that thing is horrible. I'd have to go out and get you a new one if it was yours." Rachel said.
"That's not Billy's truck, anymore." I said, looking up from the table. The girls looked suprised.
"Then why's it parked in our yard?" Rachel asked, raising her perfectly arched eyebrows. Jacob stepped in.
"Dad gave the truck away." He said, and glanced over to me, briefly. "To Charlie. Bella's dad gave it to her when she moved here. It's her truck, now." Rachel suddenly looked very uncomfortable, she coughed slightly. Rebecca looked back and forth between Jacob and me.
"You have to drive that?" She asked me.
"Well, it's more of a matter of wanting to, not having to. I could have bought my own car, but I like the truck." I replied.
"But it's horrible. You can't push past fifty hardly, and the engine's terrible." Rachel said.
"You get used to it. The truck has character."
"Oh yeah, it sure does." Rachel said, laughing.
"Plus, if anything goes wrong, I got Mr. Goodwrench over here, to fix it for me." I nodded towards Jacob.
"Oh, that's right!" Rebecca laughed. "You work on cars, don't you? Ever since you got that little toolbox and Tonka truck on Christmas." I grinned and looked towards Jacob, who sat there grimacing. We all laughed, the earlier conversation clearly forgotten.
Rebecca got up and went over to the stove. She set the tray of pizza on the table in front of Jacob.
"Great, I'm starving." He said as he began grabbing pieces and putting them on his plate.
"You're always starving." I teased. Rachel was eyeing Jacob.
"Jake, when did you last eat?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.
"Uh, about an hour ago, I guess. Why?" He said. Rachel lifted an eyebrow and leaned in over the table.
"You know, if you keep eating like that, all that brawn will turn into bulge. And you know where that leads." She warned. Rebecca waved her hand back and forth, as if shooing away a fly.
"What do you expect, Rach? Look at him, he's gonna eat a lot. I don't think it's anything to worry about, he's not stupid." Rebecca said. Rachel just slumped back into her seat.
Jacob sat there with his eyebrows raised, but then quickly dismissed Rachel's warning and started shoveling the pizza into his mouth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Rebecca lean back into her chair and fold her hands neatly in front of her. She was looking at me intently. I glanced up, trying to disconnect the pizza from my mouth, but a stubborn string of cheese making it impossible.
"So, Bella," she started, still staring at me, "is Jacob giving you exactly what a woman deserves?"
I dropped my pizza and swallowed hard. I hoped I'd heard her wrong, but the burning of my cheeks told me I probably hadn't.
"Excuse me?" I gasped, my eyes wide. I looked over at Jacob, who had dropped his head into his hands and was muttering a string of curses.
"You know, I mean are you satis-." Rebecca began again but, this time, she was interrupted by the clank of sliverware hitting a dish. Rachel had dropped her fork.
"Rebecca, I really don't want to have any conversation relating to my little brother and his physical relations, please!" She choked. Jacob still had his head in his hands. I sat, frozen, petrified. Rebecca looked taken aback.
"Oh, come on Rachel! I was just making conversation, and don't you deny it either. I mean, look at them. You know how teenagers are."
"Rebecca, I don't care, you're talking about Jacob here. He's only sixteen!" Rachel replied.
"That makes a difference to you, but maybe not Bella!" Rebecca shot back. Suddenly Jacob took that opportunity to throw his fork down and hop up out of his seat.
"Oh-kay, I think it's time to take Bella home now." He said quickly, grabbing my hand and pulling me up out of my chair.
"Why the rush?" Rebecca asked. Rachel looked over at her disbelievingly. Jacob glared at them both.
"I'll probably be back tomorrow, I'm down here all the time." I said, waving at them from the doorway. Jacob threw me my jacket and added,
"Bella, you go on and get in the truck. I'll be out after I have a quick word with my sisters." He said, pulling the door open and letting in a cool draft. He didn't take his eyes off Rachel and Rebecca. I had barely gotten the door shut when I heard Jacob start yelling in a desperate voice. I laughed quietly, fumbling for my keys.
I got close enough to the white car to notice a leigh with blue, red and yellow flowers hanging from the rearview mirror. Rebecca must be driving.
Sitting down in the passenger side of my truck, I thought I'd let Jake drive this time, I immediatley turned the heat on. It was still fall, but definatley getting colder outside. The breeze coming in from the ocean probably wasn't helping much, either.
I peered out the window when I saw Jacob approaching. He wouldn't take his eyes off the ground, and when he reached the truck he yanked the door open and jumped in harshly. He sat there, gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white, glowering through the windsheild at the front door for a long time before I burst out laughing.
"What?" He sneered, but after taking in my expression he started to break out in a grin as well.
"You'll be alright driving this horrible hunk of rust, won't you?" I asked, my tone teasing. He frowned.
"Yeah, sorry about that... they didn't know." He said rubbing his hands down his face.
"It's alright," I assured, "I get it all the time." I laughed, however, his face remained stoney.
"Why are you so miserable about them coming to visit you?" I asked as I regained my composure.
"It's not about them coming, it's just, well you saw how they were today. Constantly." He said as he breathed out a big gust of air. His shoulders relaxed though.
"You're lucky, I wish I had a brother or sister. I don't see why it's so bad." I said, he looked over at me, sympathetically shaking his head.
"You don't even know, Bella. I mean, they aren't horrible but, I don't know how to explain it. I guess you just have to be around them more." He said as he leaned over to make sure I was buckled.
"I think they're funny. They're a lot like you." He turned towards me, horrified. He leaned back onto the headrest and groaned.
"No, don't tell me that!" He whined as he pressed his palms against his eyes. I laughed.
"Really, you have Rachel's witty sarcasm, but Rebecca's happy personality. Plus, you all look exactly alike, except for your eyes." I said.
"Their eyes? Yeah, that's Mom." He said, still leaning against the headrest. I nodded, smiling.
"I like your sisters." I said, looking out the window as we pulled out of the driveway.
"Well, it's your lucky day then, Bella, because we're all going over to Emily's tomorrow evening and they want you to come."