A/N: I wrote this chapter being somewhat inspired by a favorite song of mine by the same name. For me the song is about remembering the pain of love and what it puts us through and what we deal with when we lose it.

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Remember when it rained

Chapter 3

Emmett drove up the dusty dirt driveway to Jacob's house. Getting out of the jeep, he could hear a combination of mixed sounds that filled the air. Emmett casually strolled in the direction of the noises, eyeing the scattered mess Jake has made in his single-minded attempt to fix up his family's home. Tools of every kind lay sprawled out as they dotted the scene, piles of wood planks for the siding and flooring lay in heaps throughout the yard with some of it scattered on the porch.

Startled Emmett scratched his head none of this made any sense to him. How can one person be able to work in the mess? He can't expect to get the job done right if he can't find his tools, he says mumbling to himself.

Emmett continued walking through a maze of scattered debris as he turned a corner of the house, he saw Jake clobbering away at the siding, walloping a less than corporative nail into a piece of wood.

Still scratching his head, "What are you doing?" He said interrupting Jake.

Jake turned his head too quickly; when he did, he missed the nail and hit his thumb. He started curing and swearing so much that Emmett had to take a step back. After a moment, Jake calmed down, and then glared at Emmett, "ah what are you doing here?"

"Dropping off some stuff Esme brought you," he said gesturing to his jeep.

Taking a moment he studies Emmett, his thoughts give him pause looking over the brawny vampire "oh," he said fling the hammer to the ground. Calmly walking up to the powerfully built vampire Jake matches Emmett's sapphire glue gaze, Feeling their intensity on him, Jake stops, standing a mere few feet from Emmett.

Emmett raised an eyebrow as a thought crossed his mind, Wow; is this the same Jake?

With his hair faintly blowing in the wind (it is a cool spring morning and gentle breezes blow cool tuffs of air) Jake looked on calmly waiting for Emmett to speak but the two just stood there in silence, then finally Emmett cleared his throat speaking in a friendly tone, "how've you been?"

Jake smiled, "Good," he said mumbling out the word.

"You look good," Emmett he replied with a dimpled smile.

Hesitating at first Jake smiled, "Thanks you too."

Emmett's eyes roam the yard again taking in the sight of how disorganized everything is. Then his eyes wander back to Jake, "but the house looks a mess," he mused, "you should organize things a little better if you're going to fix up the house…." He said continuing his lighthearted musing, that dimpled smile drew Jake's attention, "…It's just being organized would help you out more if you knew where everything was that's all plus the place wouldn't look like a tornado ran through here."

Jake browses the sight around the yard, he turns back, "I will keep that in mind," he said thoughtfully taking a fleeting look of Emmett.

It doesn't go unnoticed, Emmett ponders it totally confused, why would he be confident one minute and shy the next.

"Are there any other suggestions?" Jake chimed giving Emmett another fleeting look.

"Well how about looking me in the eye when you speak to me instead of turning away," he said straight face his dimples melted away.

Jake knit his brows, ghosts from the past emerge, the sudden feeling of pain in his chest swelling up again.

"I do look at you," he said shrugging.

Emmett averted his gaze, rolling his eyes' indifferently. "Not that time you didn't," he said calmly, "Why do you do that anyway. Seriously Jake what is with you. One minute you're all macho man and the next you're some sort of wall flower."

Jake fidgeted uncomfortably with his cut-offs his fingers glided along the inseam as he struggled to answer Emmett.

"What are you talking about?" answering him calmly.

"Jake you look at me then look away, when I catch you staring at me," he said evenly, "it's like you're embarrassed or something." Emmett casually leaned against the house in a cavalier fashion Jake after watching Emmett takes a similar pose against the house.

Jake huffs feeling the ache in his chest again, his imprint on Emmett does not allow him to keep secrets. In addition, as Emmett's words arrest him, he has no choice but to be honest.

He inhaled then sighed forcing out the air as it relieved his tension. "Alright," he started, "it's because of the imprint. Whenever you are around I get all…"

"Strung out" quickly Emmett cut him off. Jake rolled his eyes wondering if Emmett was saying the first thing that came to mind.

Jake glares with a solemn expression, "I was going to say something else but yeah something like that."

"Isn't that a beast," he jeered.

Jake glowering at the ground, "Yeah…a beast," he muttered.

Emmett broke into laughter suddenly amused.

"What's so funny?" Jake hissed.

"Nothing really, it's just you guys are so funny. I mean this imprinting thing is kind of weird, you all act like love sick puppies," he said speaking through his laughter.

"Puppies," Jake hissed again.

"Dude chill ok…I'm just saying that you kind of got your hands tied when it comes to imprinting."

Jake grimaced; Emmett was right about that he did have his hands tied.

"Yeah, I guess, but that's no reason to be a jerk about it," he said thinking about the past.

Emmett rolled his eyes, "Oh boy here we go."

"What are you talking about?" Jake spat.

"You know what I'm talking about," Emmett glared.

"First off I told you something important and you acted like a jerk, a complete dick…no pun intended."

"Oh c'mon Jake you can't expect me to be all LaLa about it, I mean really Jake what did you expect me to do."

"I expected you to at least talk to me about it or handle it a little better than the way you did."

"So because I handled it all wrong you had to run away like a little bitch…sorry no pun intended."

Jake could feel everything boiling up. He fought back a tear wiping it from his eyes.

Emmett watches Jake, he sees a tear straying down his cheek, "this must be the part where you run off again and disappear? Personally I think you should just go and don't come back if you can't handle all this."

Wiping away another tear, Jake took in a deep breathe then glared firmly at Emmett.

"Everything that ever mattered to me was taken away after that imprint. You became my world, so when you said, how fucked up it was that we were soul-mates it hurt like hell," Jake yelled.

Emmett shoved his hands into his shorts, scowling at the ground. He kicked the dirt, thinking about what Jake said.

"Look, I admit to saying some mean things back then. However, that wasn't any reason for you to run off and disappear," Emmett admitted.

Jake shook his head, his frustration escalating, "Emmett do you even know how I feel about you," Jake's voice rose slightly, "do you even know how much it hurts inside, believe me I was not expecting you to be my imprint."

"Ok so pick someone else then."

"I can't [pick] someone else it doesn't work like that Emmett," he retorted.

"Yeah right that is a bunch of bull and you know it," he said harshly.

Jake closes his eyes, balling his fists, resisting the urge to flee. He takes another deep breath thrusting it out his mouth.

Calmly he looks at Emmett, "Look imprinting isn't something I can choose it just happens, and it happens at random. Total strangers or people I've known all my life are prime candidates to be imprinted on even people I don't really like….people…"

"…Like me" Emmett stated.

"Yes, even people like you," Jake nodding his reply.

Emmett huffed raking a hand through his short curls. He looks away then back, "I need to get this stuff inside before it goes bad, if Esme finds out it went bad she will be pissed," he said with a grim expression.

Jake nodded, "Ok," but before he could finish Emmett was gone. Jake rushes after him, quickly turning corner of the house. He sees Emmett remove two large coolers from the back of his jeep, then hoisting them onto his shoulders, he blurs past Jake into the house.

Once inside Emmett moves fast putting the food away neatly. Jake stands in the doorway watching Emmett, within a few minutes he is done. Emmett stacks the coolers on top of each other in a far off corner.

When he finishes Emmett stalks over to Jake standing in front of him. Emmett towering over Jake by mere inches spoke evenly, "Esme and Carlisle bought you some food, some meats and stuff. They also bought can goods, cereals, bread and some other stuff," he said pointing.

"Emmett," Jake whispered.

"Jake I should go," he replied cutting him off.

Jake followed Emmett as he walked out to his jeep. His head drooped low as he glared at the ground.

Emmett turned after descending the steps, "look I'm sorry about what happened then and now, it's just…I don't really believe in imprinting."

Jake lifting his head up, "what do you mean you don't believe in imprinting?" he says, "it's not a religion you know."

Emmett smirks, "I know it's just I don't believe that you and me could ever be together that's all, I mean if you want to be friends we can maybe but I don't know about that other stuff," he looks awkwardly at the ground kicking up a rock.

Jake casually strides down the steps his tan skin gleaming in the soft rays of the afternoon sun. He stops suddenly meeting Emmett's gaze, "how do you know that" he chimed.

Emmett takes a glance at his watch, then looks at Jake, "Jake look at us you're a wolf, I'm a vampire, were both guys I mean c'mon."

"Don't you think I know that," he said easing closer to Emmett, "why can't we just start small and work our way up from there."

"Jake I told you already we can be friends nothing else," he replied smiling.

Jake smiled back softly, "Ok."

"Ok so I'll see you around then," he said with a dimpled smile.

Jake nodded as he saw Emmett head to his jeep. He hooped inside as Jake looked on from the porch solemnly. Emmett cranks up the jeep then waving goodbye he drives off to the road that ran past Jake's place. Jake looked on until Emmett and his jeep were gone. He stood there on the porch a sigh lacing his lips as he turned around facing the disaster that is his yard.