I looked at him once again, starting singing upon receiving a curt nod.
"There is a place in the sun for anyone who has the will to chase one and I.. think I've found mine. Yes I do believe I have found mine…"
His husky voice joined my light tone:
"So, close your eyes. And think of someone you psychically admire…"
Our eyes met over the guitars where our hands lazily wandered in sync.
"Let me kiss you. Let me kiss you."
He smiled and looked down, letting me sing again:
"I've zigzagged all over America and I cannot find a safety haven. Say, would you let me cry on your shoulder? I've heard you'd try anything twice. Close your eyes.. And think of someone you psychically admire. And let me kiss you. Let me kiss you.."
His guitar took over then, doing a solo that build up the climax, followed by his deep vocals punctuated by his distinct Texas accent: "But then.. You open your eyes, and you see someone that you psychically despise. But my heart… My heart is open.. My heart is open to you…"
When the last notes drawled out and disappeared there was the peaceful few seconds that we both dwelled in. After that passed, I jumped to my feet.
"Play me a merry tune."
Jazz and I were wrapping up the session, fooling around once we were done practicing our own songs. Jasper thought for a second and began with a mischievous and challenging grin on his face.
"Well I don't know why I came here tonight. I got the feeling something ain't right. I'm just scared 'n case I fall off my chair. And I wonder how I'll get down the stairs."
I couldn't help but snort. "Stealers, Jazz? Seriously?"
"Clowns to the left of me… jokers to the right," was all his answered as he cooed me into singing along. I shook my head and obliged:
"Here I am, stuck in the middle with you."
I went over our last jam in my head, smiling to myself as I drove to the Rez. It's been a while since we played, and he was right to complain earlier. With school and football season starting, we really had our hands busy. Although we hung out besides those sessions too, having our guitars in our hands… that was the true 'Ness-Jazz' time. I had seriously hoped that the job opportunity at the Rez would give us an excuse to play together more often.
Pulling into the parking spot, I checked my phone. No calls from pa. Swell. He must be working late. I grabbed my purse, briefly checked my reflection on the mirror and got out. I felt thrilled to be back. Apart from Jazz and Rose, I didn't have many friends. Sam's pack was really cool though. And I didn't particularly look forward to hanging out on my own in the living room day after day as Jasper went off with his team mates to god knows which party and dad.. well dad did his hospital thing.
It was these times I really missed ma. She loved spending time with me. And dad was around more back then. I don't know, I suppose the house might be depressing for him without her.
I entered the bar with these thoughts in mind. It wasn't packed in just yet. I made my way to the bar where Quil and Seth were in duty tonight. Seth flashed me a grin and moved to pour me a beer.
Another thing that made these people fucking cool?
They didn't ask for license.
"What up, Cullen?" Seth asked as he pushed my drink forward. I gave him a smile and turned to the stage with curiosity.
"Who's turning in 'night?"
He shook his head in both amusement and annoyance as he wiped off some cups.
"Aro and the Volturi Bunch. I am telling you, they are seriously creepy with their suck-up posture and vampire costumes. But Emily seems to have developed crush on the bass, so she keeps prolonging their contract."
"Who knew my sister in law liked it kinky?" Quil chirped in from the side.
I chuckled imagining the overly motherly boss of the business blushing over a displeased 23 year old bass player with stupid costumes. Strange things did happen.
"Who said kinky?" Paul, Quil's cousin perched on the stool next to mine, doing a hand-shake thing with both the guys before turning to me with a smirk.
"Dropped off the over protective boyfriend, Nessie?"
I laughed and rolled my eyes. "You guys know it's not like that between me and Jazz."
"Beg to differ. Kid is all about marking his territory around us. I'm not saying it's not cute in the platonic 17 year old way.."
I smacked the back of his head, earning chuckles from Seth and Quil who were now serving other people but somehow managed to keep up with our conversation.
"Mind your own business, will you, Paul?" He shrugged with a wink, proceeding to taking off jacket and checking his phone before slipping it back to the pocket.
"Jake says he's coming around."
"No shit. It's been a while." Seth replied with an excited tone.
Jake? Who's Jake?
"Yeah, seems his old man is alright. Leah's gonna be thrilled." Paul said with a snicker, wiping his hands down his baggy jeans as he spoke.
"Who's Jake?" I asked nonchalantly, sipping on my beer to cover my curiosity.
"Oh, right! You haven't met him yet." I nod, waiting for him to continue.
"Jake's the shit, Ness, really." Seth offer in no terms lucidly. Sam cut in that moment, greeting me and small talking briefly before ordering the guys around for errands.
It's not until a few hours later that my question was answered. The bar crowded in successfully. After two beers, I had to excuse myself to restroom. As I was washing up, my phone began ringing. It was dad. I wondered if he got home.
"Hello?"
"Renesmee, where are you?" I checked out my reflection in the mirror, unsuccessfully trying to tame my wild bronze hair.
"I'm out with friends. Why? You home?"
"Yeah just got in." He paused, I could hear the hesitance and concern in his voice. "It's late, hon. Can I have your word you'll be on your way shortly?"
"Dad, it's only nine and I don't have any school work."
"Renesmee…" I cut in quickly, not wanting to do this in the restroom.
"I'll be back before 12. Like I always do. Okay?"
He took his time before unwillingly agreeing. "Yeah. Be safe, baby."
"Will do. Bye."
I pushed open the doors and was still distracted when I looked up, coming face to face with one of the most striking scenes of my life.
By a wall across the restrooms, there was a couple making out.
By making out, I mean eating each other out.
In the most passionate way I've ever seen.
The girl was facing away from me, backed up against the wall with the guy hovering above her, holding her up by her thighs roughly while she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist.
From what I saw, the guy must have been at least 6 foot 3 inches, with broad shoulders, muscular arms and dark hair. He was wearing the sexiest black leather jacket with a white t-shirt and low hanging denims.
I was stuck there, unable to move or take my eyes off. There was just something about him. He was so handsome and so dark to be true, not to mention oozing danger. And as if my paralysis wasn't embarrassing enough, right at that moment, he slowly opened his eyes and looked right at me.
At me!
He captured my gaze in his for a long time, a curious glint burning in his eyes, and finally, his lips stretched into a smirk then he winked at me.
I died and went to heaven in that instant.
I didn't even care anymore that I was probably blocking the way for people, nor that I looked utterly stupid. Because handsome never broke eye contact with me as he kissed the girl sensually, pouring everything into that kiss as he held my gaze.
I felt my whole body burn with a kind of want I've never experienced before. I ached and yearned under his gaze. The inexperienced 17 year old virgin that I was, my instincts were aroused by a complete stranger with whom I seemed to establish some sort of bound from the other end of the room.
All good things come to an end, and mine did with a blow to my shoulder by some drunken girl who didn't see where they were going.
"Ov! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" One of them giggled sheepishly before disappearing into the restroom. I didn't know whether to be pissed or be grateful, but the pain in my shoulder seemed to have unfazed me. Remembering dad's warning, I deliberately avoided glancing over his direction as I made my way to the bar where the pack was.
Emily and Sam had joined the guys while I was away. They were all laughing at a story Jared was telling. I perched onto the stool, biting on my lip as I stared out distractedly.
"Nessie," Seth called my name, I shook off my thoughts.
"Yeah?"
They had suddenly got quieter. The story must have ended.
"This is our friend Jacob Black. From earlier?" Seth looked at me as if I was mentally incapable. With good reason, I suppose. It took me longer than usual to comprehend his words and I had to turn my head to see who he was talking out.
Fuck me two ways.
The handsome, MY handsome, was standing right across me with an extremely amused expression on his face, his eyes burning into me again. His hair war all over the place.
Right, make out hair.
"Hey." He offered; his voice confident and husky. His head was tilted to the side slightly as if I was a puzzle he wanted to solve.
"Oh," I said lamely, before recovering in time "Hi." Well articulate, Renesmee, well done.
"Renesmee is our beloved musician. She just refuses to perform." Seth introduced to Jake.
Jake raised an eyebrow in curiosity as I offered my hand, gaining back civility. He took my hand in his, his touch spreading a warmth up my arm to my whole body. Everything about him was just… intense.
"Can we not persuade you at all, Renesmee?"
"Just Nessie, please. I'm afraid not. I am not good without another guitar accompanying me."
"Nessie," he repeated with a nod, hesitantly letting go off my hand at last. "That can be arranged. I would be honored to offer my services."
"You play?" I asked, interested.
He shrugged in modesty, looking cute. Whoa. Who knew dark and sexy could pull off cute?
"You bet. Jake had his garage band and all before he grew out of it." Jared said, slapping his back and earning a grin and a dismissive head shake:
"You mean before I had to quit goofing around and earn money."
"How old are you?" I can't help but ask.
"Nineteen. How old are you, Nessie?"
19. That was.. younger than I expected. He looked at least 22.
"Seventeen," I answer directly. He raises an eyebrow, leaning forward on his forearms and bringing his face closer. My breath quickens as I watch him. His eyes fall to the cup on my hands before he meets my gaze again.
"Are you sure you should be drinking that?"
I can't help but chuckle. "Are you sure you should?"
He chuckled, sounding all too sexy for such casual action. "Touche. Well then, can I get you another one?"
My phone buzzed in my pocket in that instant. I gave him an apologetic smile before checking it. It was a text from my father:
Making popcorn. Fellowship of the Ring won't wait.
I couldn't help but grin. He was trying so hard, I had to give him this. I instantly felt bad for making him concerned about me… almost all the time. I put away my phone and made to pay for my drink.
"You're on the house, Ness." Seth said, noticing I was about to pay up. I gave him a displeased look.
"I really don't like you guys doing this…" He grinned, already knowing this. "Leaving so soon, junior?" Paul asked as he joined us with a girl on his arm.
"I'm afraid so. Gotta keep the old man happy," I replied, reaching for my jacket. I then noticed Jacob watching me intently. He just smiled absentmindedly when I caught his eye.
"Adios peeps," I nodded to Jacob with an uncharacteristically timid manner. Was I also bloody blushing? Please let me not be blushing.
"Nice to meet you, again," I said, earning that quizzical look again. What's going on in that head?
"It's been my pleasure. I'll be seeing you around, Renesmee."
The drive home was safe. I know I probably shouldn't have been driving myself with two beers down, but I wasn't feeling tipsy the slightest, and I didn't like asking for rides from anyone besides Jazz, who was probably getting his jizz somewhere right now. I pulled in before the garage and walked in. Dad was sprawled out in front of the couch in a hoodie and sweatpants (an unusual attire as of lately), watching sports. He sat up immediately when I walked in.
"Hey, I got the movie ready."
"You were serious about that?" I asked incredulously, dumping my stuff by the door. Yeah, I wasn't exactly tidy, the opposite of my father, who were an order freak. I suppose I got it from my late mother.
He looked wounded by my inquiry and pointed to the snacks at the coffee table. "What do you think, Miss Cullen? Do I look like a frivolous man?"
I couldn't help but laugh at him. Dad was cracking a joke. Wow. He was in a good mood.
"I suppose not, Mr. Cullen. I'll change and be right back then." I hurried upstairs and brushed my teeth (we don't want to smell of alcohol with daddy around, do we?) before changing into some comfy shorts and a Smiths t-shirt. When I was back, daddy had prepared the movie. I hopped on the couch next to him and grabbed the popcorn as he opened up our sodas.
"What do I owe the treat?" I asked dad when the credits started to roll in and I snuggled closer. Dad put his arm around me and shrugged nonchalantly. What, no witty comeback? Was he avoiding the question?
I looked up to his face, my eyebrow rising automatically in playful suspicion only to be replaced by a shocked expression seconds later.
There, in plain view, across my father's neck, stood a red, offending lipstick mark.
"DAD!" I heard myself shriek as I jumped back to see it better.
"What? What is it?" He asked immediately, panicking for my safety or sanity, I am not sure.
"SWEET MOTHER OF JESUS. YOU ARE SEEING SOMEONE."
And our night ended just as quickly as it started.
Dramatic much? Well, we'll see more of her possessive side in following chapters. How did you like daddy-Edward and sexy OOC Jacob? I'd love to know.
For those who'd like to see some Jasper action, it will build slowly and steadily, but they have a long way before they get there. Patience, I beg of you.
Stay in tune and know that comments are MUCH, MUCH appreciated. This is my first story, so I don't know if I am doing any good. I need you guys to help me out here. Also, I should probably state that English is not my native language, so I'm sorry for any possible mistakes/lack of eloquence in general!
