Midnight Rounds
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Warnings: N/A.
Chapter II: Boys
Times were getting better, even if things were "kinda" back to normal. I mean, don't get me wrong...I think I got used to the idea of shape shifting but...it's almost getting scarier.
Scarier by it's becoming second nature to phase away somewhere and escape from everything. Something that only Quil and maybe Seth can comprehend at this point, but I still feel it pull at me sometimes.
Times now have changed so much.
Change isn't even a good enough word now.
What is it. . .
...?
"Can you go help out Chief Swan, Jacob? It looks like he needs a lot of man power if he wants to get that house of his in good shape." my dad asked loudly.
I looked at him and nodded.
"Sure thing dad."
"Thanks Jacob...Oh...Oh lord.." he groaned, gathering himself up on the couch again. I stared at him with worry.
"Dad?" I sighed. "Maybe we should get you a wheelchair after all..."
"Don't be silly, son. Go ahead and go on."
I made sure he was settled before taking off to Harry Clearwater's. Apparently he was heading down that way too and my dad asked him if I could tag along.
I found him finishing up on some fish fry as my tongue licked at my lips to hide my curiosity. I knocked on some wood nearby to catch his attention. "Morning Harry!" I smirked, finally used to saying his first name after being told to do so recently.
"Jacob!" he chuckled. "What a surprise to see you here so soon! I figured you wanted to sleep in some more before we headed down to Forks." he admitted.
I shook my head and adjusted the jacket I had on. "Nah. I had time to sleep after hearing Old Quil talk on and on and on and-" He stared at me, and I bit my lip. "Sorry."
Harry smiled and pointed his spatula over to the house a few blocks down.
"Why don't you go talk to Sam for awhile? He looks like he could make do for a friendly conversation."
I stared at the house for a moment before looking down briefly and nodding.
"Okay ...I'll see you in a bit."
I proceeded to walk over to his place before I took a little detour and found myself growing angry, remembering the last time I went to visit. Making me feel like a child or something. I was 11! Now I'm 12.
"You're a runt Jacob. Always will be."
"Don't be a jerk Sam!"
"I can't speak the truth? Haha...Well in that case, how about I hold back and attempt to call you a cute runt?"
"G-Go to Hell!"
I rolled my hands into fists for a while before walking up to the door. It was his father.
"Yeah kid?"
"Is Sam home?"
"Uhh...Yeah, sure. One sec." the man left, and I heard yelling from inside.
"You got someone here for you!"
"Can't you let me dry off first, Dad!?"
"Well hurry up!"
He came back in view for a second and waved his arm. I pretended to smile and hid along the side of the house.
Minutes later Sam came stepping out with some white shirts and a towel draped around his neck.
"Hey...Jacob!" he smiled.
"Morning Sam." I smiled back. "Uh...Want to hang out for a bit or something?"
He quickly tossed the towel onto a chair inside the house and closed the door before stepping down beside me.
"Sure thing." he agreed. "Did you like the presentation I gave the other night?" he asked aggressively, expecting an answer with that tone of his.
"I...Yeah!" I lied. Sam's dancing was atrocious as much as I or anyone else didn't want to mention aloud.
Sam grinned wide and patted his chest for a moment before breathing in the air.
" I liked the part about mentioning Ephraim. You remember who he is right?"
I nodded. "Yeah, he's my dad's grandpa."
"Your great-grandfather" he corrected. "You should be involved in the meetings more, Jake." His voice was beginning to become a little assertive. I just rolled my eyes and climbed on top of some railing next the salon guy's house. Sam climbed right on up beside me.
I didn't want to stare at him for too long, but I was curious, so while he continued to talk about the meeting I stared helplessly at his body and then his hair that ran along his back. It made me and my small ponytail envious.
Then I caught him staring back at me.
"Is everything okay?"
I looked at him and laughed. "Oh yeah! It's cool." I lied again.
He was referring to the girls leaving recently. Something my dad heavily protested against before letting them go with a warning.
"Or maybe he thinks I got sick.." I thought.
"Oh...Well what are your plans today?"
"I want to go help out Charlie Swan with his house. Bella's there."
"Oh...Isabella." he muttered. I instantly drew into that.
"You don't like her or something?" I asked, although not defensively, more like an honest question.
"No, I do...I just think she's different is all." he shook his head. "Different isn't bad Jake, it's just unpredictable."
I gave him a weird gaze before chuckling. "Or maybe you got a crush on a 14 year old!" I teased, punching his arm.
He glared at me and punched me back with a subtle smirk. "No. Although she is pretty, don't you think?" he smirked even more.
"I...uhh..." I coughed, and he instantly knew that threw me off guard.
"Yeah.." I blushed.
Sam stared at me for a moment before scoffing and walking off to Harry's. "Wait here for a sec."
I looked at him, and then at Harry who waved at me.
Sam pointed to Harry's truck and yelled, " Come on! Harry offered me the truck. We'll ride up there."
My stomach churned, but I managed to get all the way up to the point where I was in the passenger's seat and Sam closed the door to his side where I put my hand on the ignition.
"I don't want to die, Sam."
He looked at me to see if I was serious and then burst out laughing.
"You don't trust me?"
"It's not that..."
"Well then?"
"You barely started driving, right?"
"Man...Jacob. Let me teach you something."
Sam rested his hand on mine before prying each of my fingers off one by one.
"The sooner you learn to trust me, the quick you'll learn how much I like ya!"
I never told anyone to this day.
But that was the first time I knew that Sam was different.
That maybe...I wanted to be different.
A/N: Hey! So I'm sure some of you may be a little perplexed about Bella visiting during this time, but as it's an important plot key therefore I included her in to be a counteractive source for Sam. Thanks for reading and please Review.