I do not own Twilight or its characters Stephanie Myer does. But i wrote this story and i own Rachel, her mom, Frank, Vince and if you have any questions on any of the characters please ask me.
THIS IS NOT A JACOB BELLA STORY!!!! I PUT JACOB AND BELLA TOGETHER ON THE CHARACTER LIST BECAUSE THEY ARE BOTH INVOLVED ALOT!!!! NO ROMANTIC ACTION BETWEEN THEM!
This is my first twilight fic. i hope u like it. ;)
I woke up this morning the same way I wake up every morning, but instead of the sounds of the city to serenade me, silence seemed to engulf me. Today was the first day of the rest of my life, but I have yet to realize it. Shutting my eyes with a sigh my hand emerges from under my toasty covers to shut off my alarm and begin the day.
Pushing the covers off of myself I am instantly greeted with the chilly Forks air causing involuntary shivers to run up my spine. Living here for two weeks already you think I should be used to it, but I don't think I will ever be used to it.
But somewhere in between brooding over the cold air and fighting a mental battle with myself about actually getting out of bed so I can begin the wonderful experience Forks High School has to offer (sarcasm), I realized that no longer would I hear the sound of taxi cabs zooming by, or feel the subway rattling the ground under my feet. It was actually quite depressing in a way, but in another way it was strangely refreshing. Walking to my door and down the hallway I bang on my brothers door like I do every morning to make sure he is up. Hearing a thump, I know he has just fallen out of bed and smirk formed on my lips before I continued my trek down to the kitchen. As I reach the stairs the delicious smell of homemade pancakes fill my nostrils notifying me that my mother is up and Vick is not, because if he was mom wouldn't be cooking pancakes.
"Good morning Sweetie." My mother greets me from her spot near the stove. I stand in the doorway for a moment to take in the sight of my mother in her new homey environment. She was a short woman, no taller that 5 foot 4, making my 5'11" stature look like a giant in comparison. Her hair spilled down from her head in golden brown whisps, ending at the base of her shoulder blades. Her eyes, were my favorite feature of hers, because they were a soft shade of light green and her skin had the elusion of ivory, that's how flawless and smooth it was. My brother looked just like her except like my father and I had russet colored skin and straight hair. But he inherited the green eyes and golden brown locks. As for me, well I was the most ordinary. I look just like my father; I have long straight black hair that comes down to my hips, russet colored skin, and dark brown eyes.
A shove I in my back broke me out of my trance. Turning I see the one man who I just want to kill. My mom's boyfriend Vick. After glaring at him I remember I have yet to say good morning to my mom. "Morning mom."
Watching my mother with Vick was like watching a coyote playing with its food. The only reason he is still here is because my mom doesn't want to end up alone. I mean after my dad died she thought that she would never find someone again, and it scared her. So she settled for the first guy she found and never let him go, even with all the vile things he does.
"What you cook'n babe?" he asks putting his hands on her hips and burying his head in her neck. Giggling she replied, "Pancakes. There the kids favorite and considering they start school today I figured I'd do something special." I could see Vick wince when she mentioned that she did something special for us and not for him. "Mom I'm not really hungry, so I'm just gonna change and go."
"But it's so early!" My mother sounded shocked and kind of hurt. I never like to hurt my mother, but quite frankly I'd rather have broken my mother's fragile heart than see her make googely eyes at the violist man on the planet.
"Yeah I know but I want to get there early. You know get a good parking spot, find the office, leave time to find my classes. All that good stuff." The last part was laced with sarcasm.
She opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by the evil man holding her, "Yeah Carol let her go. You know how teenagers are, trying to get away from their parents every moment they can." I know he had a hidden message in there that said 'Just let her go Carol because I don't want her here', but hey I'm used to that message from him.
Rolling my eyes with a sigh I turn from the disgusting sight before me and head back up the stairs towards my room. On the way down the hallway to my room I remembered what my father had once told me, about Forks and La Push, the Indian Reservation. He had grown up there and said that his best friend was Billy, and apparently I even met him once when I was little, but as time went on his connections with La Push were severed. He became caught up in the corporate world and his job and family, but he said that not a day goes by when he didn't wonder how ol' Billy was doing. He said that the reason he never wrote to him was because he thought that Billy had forgotten who he was, but I highly doubt that. My dad is a hard person to forget. Trust me, I know.
Anyway as I reached my room I looked at the walls and noticed it's color, or lack there of. They were and off white color that was beginning to turn yellow in some places. The carpet was a light green that looked like it needed to be vacuumed badly and the windows had lace drapes on them. Basically it looked the way my grandmother's room looked before she moved to Florida.
This was actually an amazingly was a good thing, I needed a distraction form the way my life was slowly falling apart, and redecorating would be a perfect distraction. I decided that this weekend I would get the paint and un-pack.
Walking over to my suit case (we were having the rest of our stuff brought down later) I found the clothes I wanted to wear for the day. It was a simple outfit of a black tank top, dark wash boot-cut jeans, my dad's lumberjack jacket and my hiking boots. I'm really not one for fashion, I go for comfort instead. Around my neck was the necklace that has been in my family since like when the Indians roamed across the lands freely. When a new woman was born into the family or married into (depending on if there are no girl siblings or daughters in that particular generation of the family) the family the necklace was given to them on their first birthday. Or something like that. But I wound up with it from my mother, who got it from my dad's mother on their wedding day. It reminds me of my heritage and where I came from, but more importantly it was like a beacon of where I could go.
Grabbing my backpack near my bedroom door, I headed back downstairs. Peaking into the kitchen again I saw my brother pigging out on pancakes. Stupid black hole of a stomach. Though what should I expect he is a teenage guy. Stowing this thought away in my head, I smiled and yelled to them that I was leaving.
"Have a good day Sweetie. Play nice with the other kids." My mother has been telling me this since my first day of kindergarten; I guess I come off as a little abrasive. "I promise mom. Have a good first day of High School little bro." Frankie nodded in my general direction to show he heard me, his mouth still full of syrupy pancake.
Taking my leave I snatched the keys to my car and headed out the door, only to find it drizzling lightly. After locking the door behind me I take a moment to look around my new home. Gray, gray, and guess what?! MORE GRAY! Oh what fun. Note the sarcasm, actually I shouldn't be talking I love the rain and can't stand sunny days. I know I'm weird, but I've heard that so many times before it's really nothing new. I take pride in my weirdness actually.
Across the street and two houses down I saw a girl and a boy around my age and what I assume to be their fathers, one had on a leather jacket and one was in a wheelchair. I couldn't help but feel a little bad; I mean I can't imagine what it must be like to have your legs taken away. An old Chevy truck was parked in the drive way, and considering the age of it, it looked as if it were in pretty good condition. Giving a little sigh I walk over to our driveway and take the dust cover off of my baby. A mint condition 1969 Mustang Fastback. Yellow with a black hood and a black 'Z' that stretches the length of the car over the doors on both sides. My dad and I spent three years fixing this baby up and it was also supposed to be my sixteenth birthday present, but when dad died I got the car in his will. And when we moved here I took the driving test, because here you can drive when you are 15, weird right!
I love this car more than myself, more than the air I breathe. Nothing, except maybe my family and friends, can come even remotely close to how much I love this car. Well now that I think about it, my car and my guitar actually go hand in hand so I can't really say what means more to me. Let's just call it a tie.
Climbing in I crank the heat on low and let the car idle, waiting for the engine to warm up. Looking at the clock I see I still have two hours before anyone, even the teachers, arrive at school. Great. What am I supposed to do for two hours. And low and behold as soon as I think this statement what does my engine do to me? It dies on me, that's what it does. My engine sputters and dies on me.
"Ok then guess I'm fixing my car." I mumble before taking my keys out of the ignition, kicking open the door and re-entering the cold Forks air. Walking over to the hood of my car I pop it open and start rifling through and tinkering around with the contents of my car.
Looking around I can't find anything wrong, until I look at the spark plug. That was it, I had a broken spark plug, which means I can't use my car till I get to a mechanic. Sighing again I close the hood, spark plug in hand, grab my bag out of the car and lock the car again. Looking down to reach for the dust cover a pair of feet came into view.
Slowly I raised my gaze to reach the persons face. Instantly I knew he was drop dead gorgeous, but I tried to get that thought from my head. I tried in vain. He had long black hair that just passed his broad shoulders and skin that looked as if he had gotten the perfect tan, but the only difference is this color was permanent. His smile was incredibly white and straight and looked as if it could light up a room, and his eyes…I felt as if I had gotten lost in two black holes, but I never wanted to come out.
Realizing I must be staring I stand back up and try to suppress the heat rising to my face. "Umm…Hi."
Can you say awkward?
"Hey I'm Jake. Well…actually I'm Jacob, Jacob Black. But everyone calls me Jake. Cool car." He said handing me my dust cover. Which he must have grabbed when I was star struck.
"Thanks. I'm Rachel Wolf, but everyone calls me Ray, except my brother who calls me Rach."I respond laughing quietly during the last part.
Jacob holds out his hand for me to shake. "Hey Ray. Welcome to Forks. I'm assuming you just moved here because I haven't seen you before." He chuckled and I wanted to melt.
God listen to me. I sound like some obsessed fan girl. Snap out of it Rachel! "Good assumption. Yeah I'm new. And I would shake your hand but I have a dust cover in my left hand and a spark plug in my right."
Withdrawing his hand with a rumbling laugh he just nodded his head and removed the spark plug from my hand, placing it on the damp grass next to our feet. He then held out his hand again, and I took it this time with my free hand.
We both laughed at this and he then offered to help me put on the cover. "Sure." I said. I mean who wouldn't say yes to an extremely hot guy with a sense of humor, who seemed to know something about cars. Jacob and I talked for a few minutes about cars and such before he asked why I had gotten in my car then back out like a minute later.
"Ah. Well my spark plug died. I'm actually amazed it lasted this long. "
"You know, I have some extra spark plugs at home. If you want I can run them over later." He suggested.
"That would be SO awesome. I can't imagine going without my baby for another day." I said. He gave another deep laugh that made my knees go weak. Then I remembered that I was still outside my house and that I had school today. Luckily my mom still hadn't left to take Frank to school yet. I dared a look down at my watch only to have my eyes go wide.
".GOSH!" my voice rising at odd intervals and in volume with every word. I looked back at Jacob who looked thoroughly confused. "What?"He asked.
"I told my mom I was going to school early and twenty minutes later I still haven't left. *annoyed sigh* And now my car is broken down. Great." I mutter the last part to myself.
"Well I could give you a ride." Jake says like it is then most obvious thing in the world and like no big deal.
"Really? That be great. Thanks."I flashed him a grateful smile, which he graciously returned. "No problem. Common we can go now. My dad is staying at Charlie's today. He'll call me when he wants to be picked up." He said. I wanted to ask who his father and Charlie was, but I decided against it.
We began to walk down the road and we talked more about random stuff. Like I found out he is 15 like me, and that his birthday is December 16, and his favorite color is red. He is Quileute and lives on the reservation with his dad, his mom died when he was young and his favorite food is ice cream. I know right, kind of odd. A big muscular guy who is into cars liking ice cream? But hey I never said we were normal now did I. It was cool getting to know him, and I somewhat forgot about how insanely gorgeous he was and began to see him as just Jake Black.(Though I couldn't compleatly forget it. I mean common he is compleatlly GORGEOUS!!!!!)
We reached the end of the block where I saw a red rabbit with a yellow arrow in a 'Z' shape on the doors. "Dude is this your car!?" I asked in awe. Jake chuckled, "Yeah. It's not much, but it's got a killer engine which I built myself. Thank you, thank you." He said bowing like he was "all that". "Yeah, yeah. You're so great. Note the sarcasm." I said rolling my eyes. He laughed and opened the door for me.
The drive to school was relatively short and quiet, until a song came on the radio that I absolutely loved. "Oh my gosh. I love this song." So being my weird self I started to quietly sing along with the radio. But I mean really, who hasn't done that at some point. "So far away from where you are…I'm standing underneath the stars, and I miss you, yeah I miss you…and I wish you, were here…" I closed my eyes and hummed the rhythm. I felt Jacob's eyes on me so I turned my head towards him and opened my eyes.
"Something wrong?" I ask innocently. "You are really good at singing." He said simply and turned his eyes back on to the road. I turn my head to look forward also, "Thanks. I used to sing in my band before I moved."
"You were in a band!" he asks shocked. "Surprised? Yeah I know I don't look like the type huh? Well yeah, I was in a band with my brother and three friends. I really miss them." My voice went into a whisper and it was laced with sadness and regret. I felt Jacob's hand on my shoulder, I turned to look at him. "I'm sure they miss you too." He sounded so sincere and his eyes reflected the emotion so perfectly that I just wanted to hug him and tell him thank you, but I thought that may freak him out a little so I restrained myself. It was then I noticed we had stopped moving and we were in a relatively empty parking lot. "Are we here?"
"That depends where 'here' is. But if you mean 'Are we at Forks High School?' than the answer is yes. We are 'here'" He said this with a smile and I couldn't help but smile too. "Smart ass" I muttered to him.
"Hey do you have a pen?" he asked. "Yeeeeeeeaaaaah. Why?" I asked skeptically. He chuckled, he does that a lot I realized he is a pretty happy person, "Just give me the pen." So I reached into my bag and pulled out a pen.
What Jake did next shocked me. He grabbed my hand and began writing something on it. It tickled so I bit my lip so silence the giggle that wanted to escape. Once he was done he released my hand, capped the pen and handed it back to me. Looking down at my newly inked hand I realized he had written his phone number on it.
I don't know what emotion was portrayed on my face at that moment, but it made him laugh. "Call me when you're done with school and I'll give you a ride home. We can tow your car back to my place and work on it." I smiled at him. "Thanks Jake. That's pretty cool of you." With that I got out of the car and walked towards the school. The day that started out as horrible by my moms hideous boyfriend, was just made substantially better by a seventeen year old, ice cream loving, Quileute boy named Jacob Black. Who I had just given the highly sought after award (sarcasm people) of my first friend in this gray new town.
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