A/N yeah, so after, what, a year? two years? i finally updated this story! yay! thanks to my reviewers, they made me want to continue! i don't own twilight, and frankly, i don't really want to, but thanks so much for reading! warning, male/male love, and possible lemon in future chapters, i'm not quite sure. i might try though!
Jake whined as his branch got caught on yet another vine. Yeah, he could have left it where he dropped it, but the chances of the rain washing away the vampire's scent made him think twice. He walked home slowly, trudging through the forest in an ill humor. He missed his imprint already. He wondered what the man's name was, what hobbies he had, and who his girlfriend was. Oh, Jake hated that bitch already, and had no idea what she even looked like. He tried to think of whether or not he had seen the man, or if Bella had mentioned anyone fitting his description, but he came up blank.
For a moment, he feared he had fallen for a regular vampire, and that his pack would shun him, and kill the vampire, but immediately calmed, no regular vampire would drink an animals blood. And besides that, it was against pack law to kill another wolf's imprint. So that meant that it had to be one of the Cullens. This made him shudder.
He had hated them, with the passion of a thousand burning suns! And now, here he was, imprinted on one of them. Somehow he just couldn't bring himself to care.
Suddenly, he knew he had seen the man! It was his crush! He didn't know whether to feel lucky or doomed. He had never, ever seen that man without his girlfriend. Of course, he had only seen the man a few times, but still. Ugh, that conceited Barbie doll of a vampire. He hadn't liked her before, simply because she was a Cullen, but now he hated her. He wished he could tear her apart, and see if she had a hollow inside, like old Barbie dolls used to be. Damn her! Damn her for trying to keep him from his imprint! He'd show her. He'd, he'd-
'Jake, is that you, man?' he felt Seth ask. Forcing all thoughts relating to his imprint away, he snorted.
'Of course it's me, who else?' he asked. He felt Seth's embarrassment at not knowing who he was with.
'C'mon man, lay off, you know I'm not used to this whole 'pack telepathy' thing yet, Seth replied.
'Yeah yeah,' Jake said. He stopped walking, standing in front of his house. 'Hey Seth, I'm going in, okay? I'll talk to you later,' he told his pack member. Seth groaned.
'You mean I have to do patrol alone? It'll be so boring!' he complained. Jake laughed, the rumbling tickling his throat.
'Don't worry, I'll tell your sister you want to hang out with her,' he said happily. Seth tried to beg him not to do so, but his pleas were cut off as Jake became human again. As human as a werewolf could get, he wryly thought. Pulling on his clothes from his secret stash, he then proceeded to drag his branch with him into the shed. He knew it would be relatively safe here because his dad couldn't reach the shed with his wheel chair, and his pack members respected his privacy. Once he had the branch where he wanted it, he smelled his hands. His imprint smelled so sweet! How was it that before the smell of any vampire drove him up the walls, and this vampire's scent was so... appealing? It smelled delicious, like orange juice. Not juice that you get from a carton, noooo. It smelled like freshly squeezed orange juice, you know, the kind you only get in fancy hotels.
Suddenly, a thought came to him. If it smelled so good, maybe... Cautiously, he stuck his tongue out and delicately licked the palm of his hand. Instantly, he wrenched his head back, spitting on the ground. Yuck! he thought. His hand tasted like dirt, bark, and wet dog. Well, so much for that. He looked at the clock.
"Dammit, why can't it be tomorrow yet?" he snarled. He wanted to go play with his imprint again. He wanted to be near the man. Oh, damn, he wished he had payed better attention when Bella told him the names of the Cullens! "I bet his name is really sweet," he whispered to himself. He could call Bella, and ask her to tell him. He jumped up, and reached for his shed phone. But then he stopped. She would want to know why he was so curious all of the sudden, and he couldn't tell her he had imprinted. She didn't even fully accept that he was gay! If he told her he was in love with one of the Cullen boys, it would probably be the end of their friendship!
Good riddance, a small part of his brain whispered. She had, after all, thrown such a fit when she figured out that he was gay. Why should he care what she thinks? He shouldn't even be friends with her anymore.
That's not fair, another part of him argued. Who wouldn't be freaked out by something like this?
A good friend, the angry part snarled. Jake warred with himself, all his different sides throwing in in their two cents. The wolf in him hated Bella for shunning him just because of his orientation. The straight part of him( for I believe every gay person has a bit of straight, and every straight person has a bit of gay) still loved Bella, and defended her. The shy part of him agreed that Bella shouldn't have acted the way she did, but thought that maybe this sort of thing took some getting used to. And the part of him that longed for his imprint ignored the whole conversation. As he debated with himself over whether or not he should call Bella, he stared at the clock, willing time to move faster. He sat there for about half an hour until he started at the sound of his father calling him in for dinner.
"Hey Jake," Billy called from the kitchen as he walked through the front door. "Look who came to visit, it's your boyfriend," he said slyly, motioning to the pale white boy setting the table as he rolled into the dining room. Mike Newton blushed bright red at the older man's teasing. Jake huffed.
"Dad, he's not my boyfriend, he's just a friend," he replied. Jake had been so glad that his dad accepted him when he came out to him, but with all the teasing, he almost wished he had it rougher. And not to mention the reason why Billy Black was so comfortable with his sons preference. It made Jake blush just to think about his father and the sheriff of Forks doing things even as simple as kissing. After all, he had grown up thinking of the man like an uncle! He didn't want to think about Charlie and his father in bed doing 'the deed.'
Suddenly he was wrenched from his thoughts as Mike placed a plate in front of him.
"Hope you like it," he mumbled nervously. When Jake cocked his head in confusion, his dad explained.
"I've been teaching the boy to cook properly," he said with an air of triumph. "I'm proud of the white boy, when we first started, he was barely able to cook a tv dinner in the microwave without burning it, and now he can do this! Look!" Billy said exuberantly. Jake looked down at the beautiful dish before him.
"Dad, do you honestly think I'm gonna believe that you taught him how to make this? You're a good cook, but you don't have this type of talent," Jake said, looking up at Mike. "You watched the food channel, didn't you?" he asked. Mike smiled slightly and nodded as he set Billy's plate down.
Grumbling as he prepared to eat, Billy said, "I tasted everything, that counts." Jake smiled.
"It looks good, Mike," he said encouragingly. Again, Mike blushed. Ever since the boy's parents had started to fight, Mike had been staying with Jake and Billy. Jake didn't know why Mike had chosen him to come to in a time of need, but he was secretly pleased that the boy thought so high of him to come to their house first. Of course, Mike's parents made up, and he went home, but he still came by from time to time. Although he always managed to come around when Jake was gone, that didn't seem to bother the pale boy. By the time Jake got back, Mike was usually doing something with Billy. They would be talking, but as soon as they saw Jake, they quieted, inquiring about the young wolf's day, though Mike was as of yet unaware that his friend was a werewolf.
Jake took a bite of the beautiful chicken parmigiana, he smiled. "This is delicious , Mike!" he said. As Mike sat down at the table with him, he smiled proudly.
"I had to try three times times to get the sauce right, but I think I got it," he said confidently. Billy harrumphed, and Mike, blushing, added, "I wouldn't have known if it was good if your dad hadn't been my guinea pig." Billy look like he didn't like being called a guinea pig, but seemed prepared to take it as long as his help in the kitchen was acknowledged. It always amused Jake to watch his friend interact with his father. When they were alone, Mike was boisterous and rowdy, like any other teenage boy. But when Billy was with them, he became quiet, soft spoken, and easy to embarrass. Jake wondered why, and hoped it wasn't what he suspected it to be, but while waiting to figure it out, or have someone tell him, watching Mike seemed pretty entertaining.
Throughout dinner they talked about random things, Billy cracking a joke at Jake's expense every now and then. Jake hated to admit, but these were usually pretty funny, though he would never laugh because they were about him. Mike seemed to like the jokes too, though he never laughed, only looked down at his food to cover his smile. Throughout the conversation Jake would find himself looking at the clock.
Billy noticed, asking, "What's wrong, Jake? You got somewhere to be?" Jake shook his head as though coming out of a trance.
"Uhh, no, I just... I'm just a little distracted, I guess," he replied. The answer obviously didn't satisfy Billy, but he didn't press for anything more, a relief to Jake. His father had been understanding that Jake was gay, but he wasn't sure how well Billy would take his son being in love with a vampire. Then Mike said something that made Jake sit straight up.
"You know, there's a guy at school who watches the clock like that. He's one if the Cullens, you know the dark haired one?" he said. Jake looked hard at Mike as the boy thought. "Umm, I can't quite remember his name," Mike said. Jake resisted the urge to huff. There was two dark haired Cullens, that didn't help him at all. "He's really big though, and he always seems like he's trying to get away from his girlfriend," Mike continued. That made Jake sit up a little straighter. Mike snapped his fingers as he thought. Finally, he figured it out. "Emmett, that's his name!" he said triumphantly. Jake practically melted out if his chair. Emmett, he thought. His name is Emmett. Suddenly, he realized he was on the floor, Mike and Billy looking at him as if he had gone crazy.
"Uhh, Jake, are you alright?" Billy asked. Thinking quickly, Jake burst out laughing, startling his friend and father.
"I knew the looks on your faces would be funny," he said, pretending to struggle to stop laughing. Mike and Billy shared a confused look before sitting back up.
"Jake you weirdo," Mike muttered under his breath.
Getting up, Jake said, "Hey dad, uhhh, you were right, I do have somewhere to go." When Billy glared at him, he winced. "Sorry, I just forgot, alright," he said defensively. Billy huffed.
"Yeah yeah," he said. "Go do what you need to, but be home before midnight," he said, figuring that would be enough time for Jake to get done whatever he needed to do. Jake smiled apologetically at Mike.
"Sorry," he said. "Is it alright if I leave you with dad?" Mike shrugged.
"Sure," he said. Jake smiled apologetically, then left. In the cover of darkness, he stripped, and tied his clothes to his ankle. Phasing, he started to run, heading for the Cullen house. But then he remembered the treaty. His scent, they'd know he was there! He had to think of something to cover his scent. He sat on his haunches. He thought for a few minutes, and then got an idea. He ran to the general store in Forks. Putting his clothes on, he checked his back pocket to make sure his emergency wallet was still there. Thankfully, it was. He went in, trying to ignore the stares of the young girls at the registers. Going to the back of the store, he found what he needed: Pine sol. He grabbed five bottles of lemon scented Pine sol, paid for them at the front, and then left. Outside, once more in the cover of darkness, he unscrewed each bottle and poured it over himself, soaking his hair and clothes, getting the cleaner everywhere he could. Once or twice he got it in his eyes, which proved extremely painful, but eventually, when he smelled himself, all he could smell was the cleaner. He smiled at his brilliant idea, and then took his wet clothes off, tying them to his ankle again.
Now I can go without them knowing it was me, he thought triumphantly. Phasing, he howled in happiness, and chuckled deep in his chest when a regular wolf answered him. Taking a deep breath, he raced off to the Cullen house, to see his imprint, Emmett.
