Numbers and Letters
I sat at the kitchen table in an empty but comfortable mansion shivering slightly. Drinking Chocolate milk and eating popcorn, not a bad combination actually. My Mother and Father were in their cottage, my room was no longer in there, but in the Cullen's house. I liked it better that way. My parents weren't as quiet as they thought in their bedroom, not needing any sleep. I shuddered as I had just grossed myself out. I heard a car pull up in the driveway and park in the garage. It didn't sound like Uncle Emmett's big Hummer, or Aunt Rosalie's Jeep, no it was smaller and more compact. Aunt Alice is back! I tiptoed next to the stairwell and hid myself in the shadows. The door opened and I tensed, as she tried to flit into the house I tackled her, though she was waiting with outstretched arms and ended up catching me. I still refuse to believe she can see all my moves before I do them.
I laughed as we hugged, my hands on her bare arms transmitting my deep affection for her and how much I missed her. She kissed my forehead in response, and simply said "Nessie, what are you doing up so late?". "Just drinking a late'." She laughed at my dumb pun and stepped back from her cold body to go put my popcorn away. "So, I don't see you with the family tomorrow. Gonna be with Jacob?" She asked putting the chocolate syrup away. I froze, while I was folding the flaps down on the popcorn box. Me and Jacob had already reached an understanding that we were going to keep our relationship under wraps. I wasn't sure if my Dad already knew, but if he did he didn't let on. Being with Jacob filled apart of my soul that I didn't even know was missing. He is like a warm blanket in a chilly room. I am addicted to him, there are really no words powerful enough to explain him in the way I see him. I laughed nervously "Don't we always?" "No need to get defensive, I was only making conversation." She teased, the look in her eye too knowing for my liking.
"You should probably head off to bed." She added "Edward will have a hissing fit (literally) for letting you stay up." She winked at me after I said goodnight to her and walked upstairs to my room. My room was sunshine yellow with all sorts of things on my walls. I wasn't as elaborate as the other female vampires in my family, I guess I inherited that from my Mother. I love her so much, I honestly have so much affection for everybody that if I weren't a half vampire I would probably implode. I plopped down on my bed and pulled out a notebook, just a calculus notebook, I don't really need to take notes on it though. I did this as I thought about my love for Jacob, a whole different entity entirely than my everlasting love for the rest of my family.
With this love came lust, admiration, adoration, respect, caring, protecting and so many other unplaced feelings. It's so odd how when we are young and the word love, when placed upon somebody other than family, fumbles in your mouth. Though, when the minute you realize this love, and know it's real, you can just shout it from a mountaintop. Jacob. Jacob has always been there from the start. It's like us vampires are numbers, and the werewolves are letters. Then there's me and Jacob, at the bottom of the page right next to each other, an number and a variable. He is in fact a variable because over time with me he changes. From being an older brother, to a best friend, to a puppy love crush, and finally a lover (with non of the awkwardness in between). He is a changing letter next to my number, though he is still a letter. Or would I be a fraction? Hmm-mm, thats a good question. Ok, I'm a fraction, number on top and Roman Numeral on bottom. Being half human and all.
I was writing all this down as I thought about it in my notebook. I leaned back and laughed as I realized how weird I am. Most girls would be drawing little hearts around our names instead of doing math. I started to yawn but gasped halfway through because Jacob had poked his wonderful head through the window. I ended up choking as I tried to unlatch it, catch my breath at the same time, and stop from laughing at the sound I made. Jake climbed through the window, his long dark limbs coming in first. I backed up a little as he straightened up next to me. We immediately embraced, our lips crushed together passionately. His fingers were in my hair and mine in his, I felt like I could stay locked like that forever, but we broke apart softly, and stared burningly into each others eyes. His dark almost black rectangle shaped eyes, were the most beautiful thing in the world to me. It was like a window into his soul.
My long and chilly pale white fingers laced slowly into his almost red ones. He was very hot. I smiled for what felt like the hundredth time this night as I reveled in the fact that my body and mind had finally caught up with his (though I'm positive that I'm smarter ). "Hey." He said in his deep rumbly voice as he smiled. "I have to show you something."