A/N: I'm just going to clear this up right now. Jacob will not be a big role in this fanfiction; he's more like her lunch buddy. Of course he'll have a crush on her, but who doesn't?
Disclaimer: I never have, never will, own Twilight. sob
Chap. 4: Dolphin's Drop
My dreams were just too weird and hardly ever made sense. Last night a handsome, bronze haired, Greek God in a flowing golden toga watched me from a cloud, while I tumbled around on a giant ham sandwich floating in the middle of the ocean. The dumb ham couldn't seem to stop rocking long enough to let me get up. So I ended up fumbling around until he got bored of my pathetic balance abilities and his cloud floated away. Of course I stupidly called out after him.
"Bella, wake up," an irritated, and tired Charlie shook me awake.
"Wha'?" I sat up, trying to blink the sleep out of my eyes.
"Bells, could you at least try and not talk in your sleep. It's kept me up half the night."
"Oh, um… sorry. I'll try," I apologized. Poor Charlie, talking in my sleep was something that I couldn't help and was definitely going to get on his nerves, but he was a heavy sleeper so it probably wouldn't be too bad. It didn't take me long to fall back asleep -it must have been really early.
According to the clock on the wall, I woke up around noon. Feeling like I had wasted the day away, I hurried to get ready and then headed off to the dining saloon to get an early lunch.
Despite the time, the saloon's tables were filled. They really needed a bigger place for third class. Holding my Coke and pasta covered in meet sauce, I began mission impossible: finding a table.
It was lucky that two or three minuets later Jacob spotted me and waved me over to his table. There were two other men with him. Both tall –not as tall as Jacob, I noted- and well muscled. While one was slender, taller than the other, and had black chin length hair, that parted down the middle. The other's hair was so short you could call it a buzz cut. A smile slowly spread across his face as I walked over. He was also wearing a shirt that emphasized his well developed muscled, and he seemed to be very aware of that.
"Sorry, I really wouldn't intrude if I didn't have to," I apologized, sitting down.
"Calm down. It's just a seat," said Jacob. "This is Quil and Embry, by the way." Pointing to the two other men. "Guys this is Bella."
"Hi Quil," I shook the man's hand with the buzz cut. "Hey Embry," I shook his hand too.
"So anyway, do you want to use wood or tile?" Embry asked the other two, returning to the conversation I interrupted.
"Embry, I don't think Bella would be interested in a car shop," Jacob pointed out.
"Yeah Embry. Don't be so rood," teased Quil, playfully slapping him on the back of the head.
"Oh ho! Look who's talking," Embry laughed. "We could definitely tell some stories about this one," he said to me, jutting his thumb at Quil.
"I don't mind," I said truthfully, a car shop sounded like something I could be interested in.
They all looked at me for a moment, as if expecting me to laugh and say I was just kidding. When I didn't, they began talking about the shop, again. As it turns out, the only reason they were on the Titanic was because Sam, who supplied the items for the shop, lived in Europe so they had to take the ship both ways. That surprised me, because the tickets were pretty expensive and almost impossible to get. I also learned that they lived in a town called La Push, which was near Forks. They seemed a little more than happy about that fact, especially Quil.
I ended up staying long after I was done with my lunch. After about an hour of debates about the store, we told our stories. Quil and Embry pretty much had the same story: grew up with a mom and dad, became best friends, found Jake, became his best friend too, left mom and dad to help Jake with his store.
Jake's story was a little more interesting. He never knew his mom and his dad, Billy, was in a wheelchair, so he had to help him out all the time. He felt a little bad when he left to bargain for the products, but Billy had Harry Clearwater there to help him out, so it wasn't that bad. Jake even said that he built a car all by himself.
The most surprising thing of all was their age. They were only fifteen! When they first told me I just couldn't believe it. They only laughed at me and said, "That's what everyone says!" Like my reaction was the funniest thing.
"Hey, we're going to move to the sitting room," said Jake, getting up and stretching. "You want to come?"
"No thanks. I heard that sometimes the dolphin's play by the tip of the boat so I was going to check that out."
"See ya latter than."
On the way up I only tripped five times, I noted happily. I was getting better at this!
"Oh!" I exclaimed, looking over the edge. There were like eight of them playing in the waves! I even got to see one of them jump. I stood on these two metal type hook thingies to try and get a better view, grabbing onto the rope in front of me.
As I leaned farther, my hand slipped, and I fell. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. All I could do was squeeze my eyes closed, clench my teeth, and gasp in surprise.
Suddenly, I felt sturdy hands wrap around my waist and hull me back over. The jerking motion made me gag slightly.
"Are you okay?" asked a man with intense, green eyes.
"E-Edward?"
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