Outside, my shiny, sleek black motorcycle was waiting for me. Jacob surprised me with it when my body had 'technically' turned sixteen. My father was not impressed with this gift, but my mother eased him because she was more excited than I was. After securely placing on my helmet, I kicked the starter into gear and rode off to La Push.
The joyride was a whirl of freedom and bliss. Easily, I could have galloped my way to the reservation but the roar of the engine boosted my excitement and I cranked up the cycle to go even faster.
As I crossed the boundary line, a whiff of a familiar smell became apparently close. The earthy but fresh scent was my Jacob. I whipped my head around, trying to locate in which direction he was. The road curved to the left and my bike followed along with it. Just then, a rip of branches gave my ears attention to the right.
In a majestic stride, a very large, russet wolf ran alongside of the road, following my bike. I grinned widely and I felt my enthusiasm burst as I accelerated. He kept up with the motorcycle without falter and then, like wildfire, he shot up and passed me.
I finally arrived at his house but he wasn't in sight. Parking my car alongside his beloved Volkswagon Rabbit, I anticipated the sound of his footsteps. I stepped off the motorcycle and took off my helmet. I peered about, from where I had came from to the entrance of his home.
"Where are you, dog?" I sneered, as I walked towards his house. We always played this hide and seek game ever since I was small. Things had certainly changed because I became quicker and eagerly more alert than before. The constant training with Uncle Jasper, Uncle Emmett, and of course my literally dashing father had definitely helped with the game.
A low growl was the response to my jest. I giggled slightly and bend my knees. He was coming and I had to be ready. I was not the only one who was training. Jacob and his pack brothers had developed a technique they were oh so very proud of. It basically made the target think it had enemies all around, but there would be only a lone wolf. When the target wasn't looking, it would be too late.
"Does Fido not want to play with me?" I insulted again. It was so much easier for him to come to me rather than me tracking him all over La Push. "OK, if he doesn't want to come out, I guess I'll have to leave." I apprehended, as I cautiously walked over to my bike.
Suddenly, what sounded like something trampling houses to humans, came towards my way. I detected his scent and perfect my stance to take him on and I knew which way he was coming from.
His tufted brown body threw himself at me and I sprang out of his way. He snarled at me with such velocity, no doubt it was heard over a twenty mile range. I smiled crookedly at him and stared into his enchanting eyes. Jacob's eyes had always won over my coherency. I felt inclined to be buried in them, to almost live in eyes. That distracted me and I was instantly on my back with a giant beast on top of me.
Jacob pushed his snout happily onto the side of my face and neck. I laughed with surprise and I entangled my arms around his scruff. He lifted me back up onto my feet and bumped me lightly backwards.
"Yes, I know. I need to work on it," I replied back as I patted myself from the dirt. When I looked back up, Jacob was gone again, but I knew what he was doing. He came back five seconds later, wearing a black tank top and with a pair of ripped jeans on the knees.
"You definitely need to stop sucking. What if something really bad happens and I'm not here to save the day?" He mocked but I was aware of the seriousness in his tone.
"Come on, Jacob. It's you. You won't ever hurt me. Besides I was distracted," I asserted. I could never bring myself to tell him his eyes were the distractions. They were just so kind and watchful at the same time. I found it very intriguing how his eyes would change when he looked at my mother or my father, or to his pack, and especially to me. He held the warmest gaze in his eyes when he looked at me. That's why I always called him "My Jacob", in my mind of course.
"Distracted of what?" he asked with concern.
"Come on," I said as I grabbed his hands and pulled him. "Let's go to our spot."
Our amazing spot was one of my favorite things about Forks. From the tangled woods, there was a special place where the land dropped a couple hundred feet, and outstretched was the ocean. The sound of the push and pull of the waves sang to me and I could taste the sea air. Every time Jacob and I would come here, we would stand in silence for a few minutes, hand in hand. I still remember the first time he had brought me here. The Volturi had been gone for two weeks and Jacob had begged my parents to take me to La Push. When it was granted, Jacob had covered my vision until we entered our spot. I remember not moving for the longest time because I was inhaling every sound, sand, and wave. He had to shake my tiny body to wake me from the trance and that was when I noticed his intense eyes.
"Ness," he called out.
I shook my head and I turned to him. I reached my two hands to him and he bent down to take them and place them on his rough, but at the same time, smooth face.
Jacob was twenty-two years old and was on and off at Peninsula College just east of La Push. He stopped growing at a tremendous 6'7 and had the body like the very wolf he was. All of him had the strength of a tank but was toned in his auburn physique. Coming up to his face was a strain since I was only 5'6. Most of the time he would bend down, but he used to lift me as a child.
Jacob closed his eyes and I displayed my constant dreams. When it was over, he still grasped my hands in his. He grimaced and it made apprehensive. His entire kind was bent on eradicating of what my dreams represented. Preparing for a disgusted declaration, I tried to think of the countering words to say.
He glimpsed up at me and his expression changed to a lighter façade. "You're dreaming about me, Nessie?" he smiled at me. This had diverted me for a millisecond as I held myself back, and then I was on the subject again.
"Jacob, please don't do that. I know what I'm dreaming of is monstrous to you," I answered with annoyance in my voice. I pulled away from his touch and slumped to the ground. I held my knees tightly and hid my mouth in the nook of my elbow.
"I don't want this to be a reality when I wake up," I said softly, shifting my eyes towards the ocean.
He sat next to me, propping one leg up to lean his elbow on. "I know, Nessie. I'm sorry," he apologized, capturing my hand again. "But I know you better than anyone. You won't be doing any of that."
"So what? Are you and Seth going to keep an eye on me for the rest of my existence?" I sarcastically answered back, still keeping my eyes on the sea.
He laughed and his gorgeous teeth shone, "Seth probably won't be there as much I will. He's too busy with the ladies remember?"
Seth had been searching around for his "soul mate" ever since he graduated. He was just so damn picky with every girl that came along. I had told him to stop being so choosy and give a girl a chance. Seth, with his tawny skin and model-approved face, just shook his head and said "You'll understand when you're older." But that was like a month ago, I wasn't that young.
"What about you, Jacob?" I implored, finally glimpsing at him. From what I've seen, he had never shown interest in any girl. There were countless opportunities for this, but Jacob would just smile and say he wasn't looking.
"I haven't found her yet," he replied back sheepishly. "Or she hasn't found me."
I chortled at his familiar response. Typical Jacob would say this time and time again. I felt like he lacked the attentiveness to find a girl; like he was purely lazy in this field.
"Maybe you should stop being so finicky like Seth then maybe she can find you," I retorted.
He smiled gingerly at me and raised my hand so that both of his would hold mine. With his left hand he held my wrist and with the other, he tenderly used his thumb and his index to outline each of my digits.
"You're getting so big, Ness," he spoke softly now. He no longer smiled and he concentrated on my fingers as he brushed against them.
As usual, i watched his eyes. His face twisted into sorrow, but then relief of his statement. It was like he was saying goodbye to something he favored. I closed my hands causing his to intertwine with mine.
"Jacob," I vocalized his name gently. "Are you…," I broke off mid-sentence to drop my head so I could catch his view onto my face, "… sad that I'm going growing up?"
Jacob's rich chestnut eyes bore into me. He didn't smile or frown. His mouth hung barely opened exposing his white front teeth. The usual warm stare had turned into a melting fire and I couldn't turn away from it. I gasped sharply for air because I had forgotten to breathe. He inclined his head and leaned towards me. I quickly closed my eyes and I could hear my breathing quiver. The sides of his face touch my own and the temperature of his skin was so pleasantly hot, I cringed at the contact. Then, his hand pressed the small of my back to lure me closer to him. A small noise escaped my throat from the bewilderment.
My mind went into static and in that moment, there was no ocean or sky, nor trees or grass. No longer can I make out the pull and push of the vast water. The taste and scent did not recollect the sea breeze. I was in purgatory with my Jacob.
All I could feel, hear, smell, taste, and think was Jacob. In that moment, he completely eliminated my senses and forced me restart. And what I started and replaced it with was all of him. His face caressed my neck and I could hear him inhale soundly.
"No, I'm not sad," Jacob finally responded back to my question that was long forgotten. He pulled away from me, but kept our hands enclosed, and he quickly angled his head towards the trees.
Abruptly, the vibration of grass being treaded broke me free from the spell and I turned to see three large grey wolves. The middle wolf, who was in front, was the lightest of the others. It shot his head up and howled violently into sky.
~* OK guys! i am so sorry i haven't posted any new material but i have been in Vegas for the past couple of days and i havent been writing very well. i just came back yesterday and i'm trying to the next chapter ASAP. actually i did write a portion of the new chapter but i'm rereading it and it looks like total shit. so i'm redoing that one. and b/c i've been away from the story for a couple of days, i needed a refresher and i read the last chapter (this one!) and i realized the quality of this chapter needed to be upgraded. so instead of rewriting a new chapter, i ended up redoing this one so the next one could match up to it.
i really enjoyed redoing this chapter and hope it helped better explained everything! off to write the next one! :DDD
-crazymary.