Hi! Well this is a story my best friend Pj wrote for me. So please enjoy 'cos it's AWESOME!
Chapter 1
Old Friends.
The song that goes with this chapter is When You're Gone by Avril Lavigne
As I stood at the edge of First beach car park, the only thing I could do was stare at the rolling waves crashing down to make a outline of white bubble's and hope to god it's all a dream. I felt the cold hit me like a slap in the face; I hadn't felt it until now because I was warm from running all the way from my house. I wiped the tears that had fallen on to my cheeks away and sob's racked my small frame.
Please... be a horrible nightmare...
I dropped to my knees and let out a loud cry. I begged for someone to hear me, hear me pray and maybe, just maybe answer one. But I knew no one would and no one could hear me. I was all alone in this cold dark world now that the only person I had left, the only person that knows real me, was dead.
She's gone Emma, just like your father, the voice in my head reminded.
I let my head fall in to my hands and just let my tears flow. I couldn't hold it in any longer and if I did I would most likely explode in to a fit of sob's and cries at school or even worse... in front of Sarah. I would cry until I couldn't cry any more if I had to. I tried to be strong and I tried to hold my head up high and say everything is going to be ok, but now. How can I now? She was gone forever, just like my dad and I couldn't even say goodbye or tell her how much I love her.
"Why couldn't you have taken me instead?!" I screamed at the ocean knowing I wouldn't get a response.
I felt an unbearable sadness, but something was slowly making its way up my body. A rush of anger and hate was taking over and I just wanted to scream or break something. I bit my quivering bottom lip and brought myself up from my knees. I stopped sobbing but tears still poured from my eyes. I clenched my fist tightly and took a deep breath in.
"It's my entire fucking fault you're gone!" I scream as loud as I could.
"Everything just has to fuck up, doesn't it... answer me!" I screamed again.
"Answer me!" I whispered to the god or whatever was up there, but like every another
time, silence was the only answer I got.
I started to sob again. I felt so useless, like I couldn't do anything right. I wiped the salty tears off my face and looked at the ocean again. It looked more violent than before and even more welcoming.
I can't feel anything... now that you're gone. I thought as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to hold myself together. I ran things through my head once more and it seemed like a good idea. I made myself walk to the damp mucky sand and slowly drift to the water's edge. The cold was bitter and made my nose feel wet but I didn't care, I didn't care about any one anymore.
I put my foot in first and it was even colder then I could have ever imagined. I made my small weak body push itself out more, letting the freezing water take hold of me and almost dragging me out.
I wished so badly for my old life back, before my dad got sick. When I went to school every day and hung out at friends' houses. I wanted to go back in time and hang on for dear life to my close friends so they didn't drift away like they already have. I only had my mom when my dad was sick; Daniel was always out, drinking his pain away. Now she was gone and I have no one.
I was now waist deep and the water was so cold it was starting to burn. I slowly lowered myself, took a deep breath and closed my eyes. A picture of my mom's lifeless body made me throw myself under, letting the cold take me in and becoming one with the waves gliding above.
Flashes of the crash replayed over and I could feel the air running out in my lungs. Eyes still closed I thought of how my life could end at any moment. Suddenly I felt two arms wrap around my chest and roughly pull me up. I couldn't fight it; I could hardly think so I just let the two arms take me. In seconds I was on grass with a shadowy figure hovering over me.
"Hello!" the velvet voice panicked. A dark silhouette of a hand waved in front of my face.
I wanted to speak back, I wanted the voice to help me but my mouth wasn't working and I couldn't find my voice.
"Are you awake?" it frantically asked again. I could feel it shaking me.
Just close your eyes Emma, let the darkness numb your pain, The other voice in my head told me, I was giving in. I was letting the darkness take me in. I wanted to be numb so I couldn't feel this pain any more.
"Emma please wake up!" the voice panicked again, this time the voice was familiar.
I opened my eyes to find a guy sitting next to me. His top half was dry and the bottom was wet, so I mustn't have gone out far. He had russet skin, long black hair, warm brown eyes and a relieved look on his beautiful face, the face could only belong to one, Jacob Black.
As beautiful as my once close best friend was I couldn't hold back my emotions, I had let them out far too much to hold them in now. I sat up and stared at him, tears filling my eyes once more.
"Emma are you ok?" he said worried, cupping the side of my face and moving my hair out
of my eyes with his thumb.
"I-I'm so so-sorry Jacob," I stuttered in between sobs. His face softened and he put his arm's lightly around me. I cried in to his chest, I couldn't help it. I needed someone to listen to me and I didn't care if it was a person I once played catch with or a stranger. I held on to his shirt tightly, letting everything out. He started singing a unfamiliar Quileute lullaby softy in my ear, it calmed me.
After a while I stopped sobbing and let go of him.
"Sorry." I said wiping my face. "It was reckless of me."
"It's ok." he smiled. "I'm just glad you're safe now."
"I was stupid and I'm really sorry. It's my fault you're probably going to get a cold now or
something." I said looking at his wet pants.
"It was worth it." he chuckled. "I haven't seen you in a while" I didn't answer, just
thought about how close I was to death, it was so close I could still feel it lingering around me.
"So why are you so upset?" he broke my train of thought, his voice laced with concerned.
"My mom just... died" I said and he sighed putting his arm around me. I looked at him and he looked out to the waves.
"I know how it feels..." he said, I raised an eyebrow.
"Really? ...oh... I forgot, sorry" I said and he pulled me tighter to him.
"Don't be sorry." he looked at me "Do you want me to take you home?" he asked, changing the subject.
"No... I would just like to stay here." I sighed. I wasn't going to go back in the water but just sitting here watching it seemed too helped a little.
He lightly placed his finger under my chin and brought my head up to face his. I had never been this close to Jacob before, we were really close friends at school and always hung out but then my dad got sick and I had time off school. I always liked him that little bit more but I knew he would only want to be friends, so I never said anything.
He looked me deep in the eyes. "I'm staying with you then" he whispered and I blushed a dark shade of scarlet and looked to my feet. He seemed to be amused that he could make someone go such a dark shade of red because a proud smile played a cross his face.
"Jake you're all wet and you could get sick... just go I will be fine." I said reassuring him that I would be ok, maybe. A frowned tugged at his mouth.
"Do I have to make you?" he asked and I looked at him confused. He stood up and threw me over his shoulder. I struggled for a moment but gave up quickly.
"Where are we going then?" I asked him breathless because I was upside down.
A deep laugh came from his chest. I got annoyed at him for laughing at me so I put my hand on his butt. He jumped and put me down, going a reddish shade under his russet skin. I smiled proudly. He quickly recovered from his shy state and grabbed me again but this time bridle style.
"Jacob Black, tell me where we are going?" I ordered.
"My place" he said simply and I was surprised.
I couldn't believe he was taking me to his place. I had been there many times before but
it was different this time. He was acting just like we had never stopped talking to each other. He was still being the flirty, happy-go-lucky Jacob I knew months ago but I -a much unhappier me- was crashing down in to a pit of sorrow, but right now -in Jacob's arms- I was happy for once.
He put me down and opened his dad's car door. I looked at his car and then me, who was still dripping wet.
"Jake... I can't get in. I don't want to wet your car." he smiled, but this one was the smile I remembered, the one that kicked my off my heels. I truly loved this charming smile.
"Just get in the car." he said playfully pushing me.
I got in, still in a daze from his charming smile, thinking about how much I was enjoying Jacob being around. I had missed what we had before everything happened. Maybe this was the start of a new better and closer friendship between me and Jacob, although I'm probably only going to make him sad with my moping, I'm happy just to be around him.
"Emma." Jacob said worried and I snapped back in to reality.
"Yeah..." I answered spaced out.
"Don't do that, you scared me. I thought you had stopped breathing." he said starting the car and pulling out on to the road.
"Sorry," I said looking at the window.
"What were you thinking about?" he asked and a lump got caught in my throe. I thought about if I should tell him the truth.
"You, I was thinking about you." I said nervously. I looked at him for a second to see his reaction. He was in awe. His face soft and his eyes filled with love until he looked back at the road.
The drive was ok; he was chatting away telling me about Quil and Embry, about school and his Volkswagen Rabbit. I only needed to nod every now and again, sometimes laugh at his stories and jokes. As he was telling me about how Quil got in to trouble because of something with someone's girlfriend I noticed we drove past the turn-off to my house. I had forgotten he lived so close to me. Our houses were only parted by a small clearing, a few trees and a 2 minute walk. In fact I could see his garage from my bedroom window. It's weird how I forget to look out -because of my grief-, because if I had I would find Jacob black, standing there with a smile that would cheer me up in seconds.
"It's funny how we live so close to each other but didn't talk for a long time." he answered my unspoken thoughts.
"Yeah... it's funny how you forget simple things like that," I replied as we pulled up to his house, although I didn't mean it about that, I was really talking about how I had forgotten how he made me feel like everything was ok.
His house looked like mine, a small wooden place with narrow windows; the dull red paint making it resemble a tiny barn, the only difference was his house doesn't feel empty. I missed it a lot. We had so many memoires here. He stopped the car and turned it off. He turned and looked at me like he did when I said I was thinking about him.
"I missed you Em." he said in a sweet voice.
"I missed you to." I said without thinking. He smiled and opened his door, getting out
and walking around to my side. I would have opened it myself if I wasn't dazed by him. He gives off a happy vibe, no matter where he went you could feel the happiness oozing from him. It made me want to stay close to him.
"Are you coming?" he laughed opening the door. He grabbed my hand and gasped.
"What?" I asked quickly, worried something was wrong.
"You're so cold." he said pulling me out of the car, nearly making me trip over and pulling
me to his house.
"I'm not, I promise" I tried to tell him, but he would hear a word of it.
"I'm getting you some clothes and making you some tea" he protested. I started to blush at the thought of me getting naked in his house. It has been a while since I have seen him and my body has changed a lot. I'm not the little girl who would run around with him in her underwear, him in his boxers playing outside. I was now a woman, with womanly parts, curves and all that.
I was thinking so hard about it I hadn't even notice we were in his house. He dragged me to his cosy little room.
"Here" he said handing me a towel, one of his shirts, a pair of his boxers and to my surprise an old bra of mine. I looked at him weirdly.
"You have a bra of mine?" I asked surprised and a little freaked out. He smiled and looked down.
"Yeah... you left it here last time we went swimming." he said embarrassed.
"Umm thanks," I said with a small smile. I went to take my shirt off but noticed he was still there.
"Jake..." I said and he snapped out of a gaze.
"Oh, ahh, sorry" he said walking out.
I got undressed and dried myself off, put the very small, tight, uncomfortable bra, which made my boobs look at little bit bigger in. I would rather have it on then nothing at all. Next was his shirt, it fit me pretty well at the top but it was long at the bottom and his boxers, which were silky and nice against my skin.
"Are you done yet?" I heard Jacob call through the door. I cleared my throat.
"Yeah," I answered opening the door. Jake was holding a cup of tea -he never really made them well but I enjoyed drinking them anyway- and a smile on his face.
His smile soon widened when he looked me up and down. I rolled my eyes and pushed past him, nearly spilling the tea.
"What are you smiling about?" I asked as I walked down the small hallway.
"Nothing." he said handing me the cup of tea and lightly sat me down on the couch. He always looked after me when I was down.
"Do you want to watch a movie with me?" he asked, I knew what movie he was talking about. We watched it over and over when we were kids; it never seemed to get old for us.
"If you talking about The Lion King, then yes"
And that's when it hit me, I really did miss Jacob black.