Chapter 2
Jacob woke early the next morning and decided to explore the house a bit. But first, he needed a change of clothes. And something to eat. So, just out of curiosity, Jacob opened the closet. He wasn't expecting anything but found it full of clothes. Even stranger, the clothes looked like they would fit him. Apparently, whoever usually uses the room wears the same size as him. What a strange coincidence. A few minutes later, Jacob left the room in a pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Jacob went to the kitchen and got a large cookie for breakfast. Mike wasn't up yet, and Jacob allowed his instincts to take charge. They brought him to Mike's room, where he sat on the edge of the bed.
'He's so... If only I could.... Well, I'd definitely feel better if I did. Better not wake him up, though.' Jacob moved a few strands of Mike's hair from in front of his face and let his fingers slide through the other male's hair. Jacob leaned down slightly before changing his mind and sitting back up. After a few moments of just sitting there staring, Jacob leaned down and licked Mike on the cheek. He was out of the room within the next ffew seconds. Mike smiled in his sleep and rolled to his other side.
Jacob was standing across the hall with his forehead pressed against the wall, muttering to himself. "What the hell's wrong with me? Sure, I wasn't exactly expecting Mike to be the source of that exotic scent, but that doesn't give me the right to get ahead of myself. I made plans, and I will stick to them. Nothing is allowed to happen yet. I wish I could just tell him, but then he'd be pulled into this whole mess. I can't let that happen. I should probably find something to do while I wait for him to wake up." Jacob stood there for a while longer, and decided he wanted to watch a movie. After looking around for a bit, he decided to watch 'The Happening.' Half an hour into the movie, Mike finally joined him. "Mike, this is a messed up movie. Why the hell is it in your house? ..........Never mind, I don't want to know." Jacob didn't look awway from the television until he heard Mike pull a pan out of the cupboard. "You cook?" Jacob turned in his seat, staring at Mike's back.
"A little. Shouldn't you at least visit La Push to get your own clothes? Unless of course you want to wear someone else's clothing."
"Nah. I don't need to. Who' do these belong to, anyway?"
"They're my uncle's. Do they fit?"
"Strangely, yeah. They do. What are you making?"
"French Toast or Pancakes. Which do you like more?"
"... Uh, pancakes..... Could you put apples in it? I knnow it's kind of strange, but I've recently aquired a liking for it." Mike nodded before pulling all the ingredients out of their spots. "Why exactly are you doing this?"
"You're a guest. You need to be polite, or they won't come over anymore."
"I thought you didn't like me? You know, cause Bella likes me more?" Jacob smirked, not failing to notice the way Mike twitched at his words.
"So? She chose that bastard over the both of us, anyway. Even after he up and left the way she did."
"You want to know why he did that?" Mike didn't respond, so Jacob took that as a yes. "You'll have to ask him yourself. I have my suspicions, but those could be wrong."
"I'd rather not ask either of them. They're absolutely ridiculous about it. I tried asking why he came back after he left her like that, but he just looked at me like I said he was a vampire. I swear, the way he acts, people are bound to think he is. Anyway, then Bella told me to stop bugging Edward. That was the only time I've ever wanted to slap her."
"And you still like the bitch. Amazing. Not that I'm one to talk." 'Even if I have found someone who interests me more.' Jacob turned back toward the movie, figuring that Mike needed a little time to think. 'Geez. He knows, yet thinks he's wrong. Gotta love it when that happens.' A little while later, Mike came with a plate full of food and dropped it into Jacob's lap. "Thanks." Mike grinned when Jacob seemed to forget his manners and spoke with a mouthful of food. "These are really good, Mike." Mike made himself a plate and sat next to Jacob while he ate. The movie was over before they were done with breakfast.
"I'm going to get the mail. Don't destroy my house."
Jacob couldn't help but grin as he watched Mike leave. 'Well, he's bound to like me eventually. I can wait.'
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Mike stood on the edge of the porch, staring at the house next door. Someone was apparently moving in, and Mike wanted to get to know them. Apparently, they wanted to meet him too.
"Hey, you. Could you help me here?" A blond guy was walking over, and mike couldn't help but stare. The man was wearing leather, which Mike didn't usually aprove of, and wore it well. The most striking part was the burn covering about half his face. Behind him was the biggest pile of boxes Mike had ever seen.
"Sure. So, what's your name? I'm Mike Newton." Mike picked up a box, and followed Mello up the path a lilttle way.
"Mello. Matt, get off your goddamn lazy ass and hold the damn door!" Mike looked over at a redhead who was now leaning against the door, playing a game console of some sort. What intrigued Mike the mmost about him was his army boots, and the goggles he was wearing.
"Sure, sure." Mike helped Mello with the rest of the boxes, and stood outside with his two neighbors.
"So, what made you move here? Why'd you choose Forks?"
"Mello shot someone again. He's just like that. Not that he didn't have reason to, but anyway... We needed to get out of there as soon as possible."
"That doesn't explain why you chose Forks."
"We were actually told to come here for reasons we can't reveal just yet."
"Matt, shut the hell up." Mike looked between his two neighbors, and decided he should leave them to their own devices.
"So, when would we be able to talk to you agin?"
"I'm not sure. I have a guest at the moment, and I probably shouldn't leave him alone in my house for too long." Mike returned to his house, eagerly awaiting the day he talks to them again.
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The next chapter should be more interesting.
