Author's Note: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a while I got busy with other stories for friends and stuff but here it is! Chapter 4! More to come soon! Enjoy!
"Will you guys be coming too?" I still felt like an idiot with a huge smile on my face as I turned to Embry and Quil.
"Sure! I'm so hungry I could… Ow!" Quil was cut off, mid-sentence, by a sharp jab in his stomach by Jacob. He rubbed his stomach-area as he shot a glance at Jacob. Jacob looked at Embry desperately for help.
"Oh my god Quil we forgot! We need to pick up a carburetor for that dirt bike we're working on! And the shop is closing early today so we have to get going now!" Embry was practically bouncing on the balls of his bare feet as his lame excuse for him and Quil not to join us wound its way out of his mouth.
"What are you talking about? We picked one up yester…" His confused expression snapped to realization. "Oh right! Let's head down there now! See you two love birds later!" Quil waved and flashed me one final, glittering smile, winked at Jacob, and took off running down the beach with Embry.
"They must really need that carburetor. Sheesh they're running fast. You all on steroids or something?" I asked him jokingly, feeling butterflies fluttering against my stomach already.
"I wouldn't say that," he looked down at me and smiled. "So I take it you have no idea around this place so care to let me drive?" He cocked his head in the direction of my mom's car.
I hesitated a moment, wondering whether or not I should trust a stranger with my car, but I had my cell phone with me and Jacob just seemed so endearing. I felt like he really cared about me, and I felt safe with him. It's almost impossible to explain, but I just felt like me and Jacob fit. "Sure, go ahead." I placed my keys into his hand, and immediately pulled them away.
I stared at him, and then placed my hand back on his. His hand was burning. I had been feeling their heat all afternoon but this couldn't even compare.
"Are you running a fever?" I couldn't control the concern in my voice. It practically killed me inside to think of something even slightly bad happening to my "other half."
He reluctantly pulled his hand away from mine, and then casually ran it through his shaggy hair. He looked away from me for only a second, to gaze at the cliffs that stood not too far off. He was thoughtful for a moment. His eyes then snapped back to my face and he smiled again. "Nah, I don't get fevers too often. I just have a naturally high body temperature. It runs in the tribe."
A wave of relief poured into me as I placed the keys in his hand once more. I flinched when my skin met his, but only because of the feelings I was developing for him. He grabbed the keys with his other hand and squeezed my hand into his. His grip was firm, rugged even. Again I felt completely safe with him as we walked, hand in hand, over to my mom's car. It came into view, Jacob whistled. "A 1994 Sudan with a candy apple green coating, that's original."
I giggled like a giddy schoolgirl, quite embarrassing, but I couldn't help it. "Yeah, my mom thought it would stand out. Plus, we both love green." I looked up at him, for some reason I was still surprised to find his gaze returned to me.
When we reached my car, he all too soon pulled his hand out of mine to open the passenger side door for me. Such a gentleman. He almost flew over to the other side of the car and was in the car before I could blink. Wow, this guy is good. I wish I was that fast.
He started the car with his left hand and, without thinking, immediately grabbed my hand with his right one. I could feel my body start to tingle at his touch and those butterflies fluttered, no, beat ferociously against my stomach. He drove faster than I've ever seen anyone drive, but he seemed to have a good control over the small car.
We drove around for hours, and I completely lost track of time, and my growling stomach. Eventually we reached what appeared to be the center of La Push. Little shops and stores lined the streets.
"I really hate to kill the mood, but I'm starving." He glanced at the road and turned his attention toward me once again, his eyes full of apology and embarrassment.
"Oh thank God! I've been starving for hours!" I started laughing and he joined me. His laughter was low and masculine, like him in every way. When he laughed, his face lit up even more than when he looked at me. I could see the full power of his huge smile and all signs of tension melted from his face. He almost looked sixteen when he laughed. Out of nowhere he opened his car door and was at my car door in a second. He opened it and bowed low.
"M'lady we are going to indulge in some very fine dining tonight, Quileute River's Edge Pizza Parlor!" He gestured toward the restaurant in front of the car as he still held my door open.
"Why sir you are too kind!" I exclaimed jokingly in a bad British accent as I took his hand once more and let him lead me out of the car.
I felt like I was on cloud nine as we walked into the pizza parlor, hand in hand. The butterflies had settled down and now I was just completely soaring. Oblivious to anyone else in the pizza parlor, I practically danced by Jacob's side as he led me to an open booth.
"Alright what will it be Rachel? This place has everything and since you are m'lady, you get to choose. Now personally I love the meat lover's pizza but I can eat practically anything." It amazed me how Jacob could say anything and a smile would not leave his face.
As soon as he said meat lover's pizza, I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Oh great, he's a meat lover. Now he's going to think that I'm just some animal loving hippie freak. Ughh be cool Rachel, just break it to him.
"Umm Jacob? I'm sort of a vegetarian. Yeah, I really like animals and I just don't feel right eating them… is that okay?" I chose my words slowly, testing each on the tip of my tongue before I allowed it to be audible.
"Okay? That's great!" Jacob laughed his "signature" laugh (as I liked to call it) and reached across the table to grab my hand. He then turned to the front of the restaurant and called to a man behind the counter. "Hey Antonio! Get us one large veggie supreme. We've got a hungry vegetarian over here!" He waved me hand in his in the air as he acknowledged me as the "hungry vegetarian."
Okay Rachel, he still likes you. He's holding your hand. Remember to breathe Rach. And whatever you do, do not let him catch you staring into those gorgeous black eyes of his. He might think you're mentally retarded.
Jacob turned back to me and began to draw circles on my hand with his fingers. Never taking his eyes off my hand, he asked, "So Rachel, what would you say is your favorite animal?"
"Well I would say a dog, but they're so common and everything, so… I would have to say a wolf."
As soon as I said the last word his eyes shot from my hand to my face. His face looked hard and concentrated for a moment, like when I first met him, but then a smile broke out on his face and he started laughing.
"That's interesting," was all he could manage through his series of hysterics.