[A.N:] Hello again readers! Long time no write, eh? :D Sorry about that... uh... laziness and tests and... um... plague? Dx I know some of you are getting fed up with my excuses but the first two were legit. Anyways I've gotten EXACTLY one vote on my poll on who Sam's imprint should be... this isn't working so well. D: So if I don't have at least five votes by the end of the week I'm going to have to close the poll and just go with my gut. You can find the poll at the very tip top of my profile page. :3 Hm... what else... OH! I have forgotten to mention it in the last few chapters, BUUUUT I don't agree with the cast of Twilight. :\ The guy who plays Paul (Alex Meraz) and the guy who plays Jacob (Taylor Lautner) should be completely switched! ." Alex is flippin GINORMOUS and Taylor is so TINY in comparison. :D Therefore in this story (if you're a visual person) I will ask for you to switch the two around... difficult I know, and if you don't want to no skin off my knee (is that how the saying goes? hm... oh well) :D Adhd minds are amusing aren't they? ALSO! I'm going to be updating again tomorrow for the lack of an update last week! :D And it will be a VERY juicy chapter! Just delectable if you ask me. AND! Recently I've been looking for a beta... to tell you the absolute truth... this is IMPOSSIBLE! Dx Not ONLY do I need to find someone who will correct my TERRIBLE punctuation, but aren't bothered by gay romance, aren't offended by course language, aren't complete a-holes (every single one I've looked at all seem to be the "I don't care what you think, I'll be as mean and blunt as I possibly can" or "If you skip a scheduled update I'm completely dropping you" type.), and are okay with... well other things that I can't bring up because they occur in the next chapter. ." Well... I think that's it... although I have a feeling I'm forgetting something... O.o Oh well. I'm sure I'll cover it lat- HOLY SHIT I JUST REMEMBERED! O.O" Alright so usually I'll get about one review per one hundred views... we've moved up to THREE reviews per one hundred views! X'D I'M SO HAPPY! THANK YOU GUYS! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! C'x
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
'The voice'
Song: "Gangsta" by Kat Dahlia lyrics for this chapter have no significance... I just like the beat
Disclaimer: I'm too lazy right now to write a creative way of disclaiming this... just know that I do not own Twilight. :3
'Maybe I can sneak past him without him noticing me...'
I wonder hopefully, putting my hood up in an attempt to hide my face with a cast shadow, and walking faster.
"Paul!"
'Fuck! Just my luck!' I slow my feet to a stop and look in the direction of that-who-shall-be-the-death-of-me. He's sporting his large trademark grin as he makes his way over to me. I find myself having to fight not to look at his bare pectorals. 'It's Jacob! The bastard I hate!' I have to remind myself, yet somehow my thoughts don't stir the same self-hating reaction they usually do.
'Don't fight your instincts, Paul...' The voice surprises me when it speaks, because it tends to avoid speaking to me directly after bouts of self pitty and anger.
'And why the fuck not?' I think back defiantly.
'Things will not end well for you if you deny them.' It warns.
My normal response would be to roll my eyes but at this moment I notice Jacob is standing in front of me, grinning like the idiot he is.
"W... what do you want?" I curse myself for stammering like an anxious child, as I pull down my hood and slightly turn to face my destination in case I decide to leave.
Suddenly his confident grin is gone and he reaches up with a massive arm to scratch the back of his neck, my eyes instinctively drawn to the sight of his flexing bicep -half intimidated and half attracted- but then is quickly torn away as he begins to speak. "Uh... well... I just wanted to talk... I guess." He's nervous, almost shy, and the reason for this behavior evades my mind, which in turn puts me on edge.
I hear snickering from behind him and I can partially see the boys Jacob is with smirking over at us and whispering things in each others' ears which makes others laugh quietly. I frown at this. "If you want to talk then we'll have to go somewhere else... I'm not about to deal with them eavesdropping." I demand, never letting my eyes wander from the strange boys.
He turns, as if just noticing the ruckus his friends are making, and glares at them which only earns him another bout of laughter from the boys.
Sighing, he shakes his head at them, then turns back to me. "Sure, sure... um... I'll walk you home?" He offers with a weak smile.
I'm about to tell him off, but then I stop to contemplate the advantages. 'If those wolves come back to take another go at eating me it wouldn't hurt to have a boy- suitable enough to take Shaq on- by my side to protect me...' I trail off, then realizing that Jacob hasn't once been in a fight... or at least not at school. 'Then again... I could always just trip him and hope his giant corpse is enough to fill the wolves' bellies'
"Sure, why not." I say lightly, my mood significantly brightened by the visual of Jacob being torn apart by dogs.
This signifies the resurrection of his confident grin, front and center on his face, and I begin walking towards my house with him hot on my heels.
It's been five minutes of walking in strained silence and I'm getting impatient. "So... what did you want to talk to me about?" I ask, shoving my hands into my pockets while keeping my eyes fixed forwards. Somewhere in the back of my mind I'm amazed at the absence of hostility I feel towards him at the moment.
"I was just... kind of wondering... why do you hate me so much?" He asks quietly from my side.
To say that this is not what I expected would be the understatement of the millenia. I can't help but to peek over at him, and I completely regret it. His face is sullen and his eyes are trained at his feet in front of him.
Guilt seeps into every pore of my body, makes my mouth go dry, then settles heavily in my gut. I swallow in an attempt to relieve some of the dryness but the friction only results in more dryness.
My mouth opens and closes repeatedly. I have no response, and I feel terrible because of it. 'It's been so long... have I forgotten?' The only possible answer I can come across is the end of our friendship.
It was back in middle school when we had stopped being friends. The cause was completely different from the cause between mine and Sam's. It was mutual, we both just drifted apart in response to changing interests and schedules. Mutual, but until then we'd been friends since we were in diapers, and it had still left a gap in my life and in my heart.
"You... I... I don't really remember." I admit in shame.
It's silent between us for a moment. Then I hear him pause in his steps and sigh.
I look up at him and stand still as well.
His expression is painfully hopeful. "Then can't we just be... not enemies anymore?" He asks in a mess of grammatical errors which strangely doesn't bother my perfectionist mind as much as it usually would.
I weigh his words in my mind. 'Can we? Is it even possible? He's been the person I've hated most since... well... a long assed time! I'm afraid I won't know how to treat him.'
'Why don't you just treat him like you did before this whole mess?'
'Pffft! That will never happen again. Things can never go back to the way they were before.' I think dismissively to the voice.
'It did between you and Sam... if only for a moment.' It shows me the memory of me and Sam joking on the front step, and that smile that he had given me so many times before in the past.
'... Fine... but if this backfires on me somehow I'm getting that fucking MRI and getting your ass removed.' I threaten. I am reluctant to agree with it, but it's hard to disagree with its logic.
'As I've told you many times before... I am not a tumor. And anyways you're too broke to afford an MRI.' The voice says in its duo tone voice.
'My financial situation is none of your business!... But even if I can't afford one... I'm not above prostituting.' I half joke.
I can hear it snort in my mind as its voice fades, bringing our conversation to an end.
I regard him again; the sad eyes, the hopeful smile... and I cave. My lips twitch upwards in an awkward, weak smile. "Yeah... okay."
BRIEF JACOB P.O.V.
That smile, no matter how small and forced it seems marks the end of my misery. This thought alone is enough to trigger a locked cage in my stomach, opening it and releasing thousands of butterflies, fluttering and making me queasy in the most pleasant way. I have to bend my lips between my teeth to keep from grinning like an idiot. My teeth are cutting my lip so deep I'm almost concerned that I'll bleed out- though I know it's impossible- so I give up and allow my lips to part into a large smile.
Oh mai yaaaahsh! :D How will our Paulie-boy react?! And what's with this "tumor" that's in his head? o.O All that and more when we return!
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