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Frankie POV
It was a Sunday. After a massive argument with Mike, I laid down in the sunroom, the familiar cold greeted me. And the family dog tilted his head upward in an odd greeting.
I was mad. Not sad like Mike had been. He wanted to push me into going to college, or working. Working I was open to. But College was something I had never been fond of, I had great respect for those who did have the motivation and drive to continue on in education. It wasn't homework or studying that bothered me, it was mostly the lack of enthusiasm. I knew I had to find a job soon, something to bring in some money to at least prove to Mike I cared.
I ran my fingers through the tips of my hair, curling them at the edges, looping my fingers around the locks of dark brown hair. I hadn't taking my medication today, I was becoming more and more unorganized with them and the more and more they tangled and tethered at my normality. I hadn't spoken to Jacob in a week, and at times I would completely forget about his existence. Until he'd call; this happened far too often. Once or twice a day and each time I'd force Lily or my sister to answer, make up that I was busy or asleep, sick, with a friend. He even showed up once which threw me off the edge, I nearly screamed at him but instead, I spent an hour in my room pretending like I wasn't home. And of course, my sister made up some lame story that I had gone to the library. So he simply sat there. In an odd patience that towed at me, wearing me thin.
I don't really know why I broke off contact with him, it was evident that he liked me. And I felt as if I was leading him on, I didn't feel the same and it was wrong. Even having an acquaintanceship with him made me uncomfortable, at times I wanted to call. And once I did, we spoke until he asked about the Asylum which was something I was trying hard to forget, although it was a part of my life I could never chop away from my identity my memories there were foggy, I forget some of them and even the most basic questions I struggled with remembering. He apologized, of course. And I ended up feeling like the bad guy in the conversation, so I quickly wrapped up the conversation. This was a day after our adventure.
Often, a strange guilt would settle around me, striking at me and boiling me. He was a warm individual, but he was far too good for me, I didn't deserve to be friends with someone as good as him.
I was alone tonight, Lily, Mike and my sister had all gone out to a bonfire with Charlie to see The Clearwater family, it was a reoccurring theme here. Every other night, they'd visit each other. No specific place and at times completely random. As pathetic as this sounds, I purposely never came out of my room, the thought of seeing Jacob brought an unversed tingling sensation in the core of my stomach.
I needed a friend, one that didn't have four legs and could speak. Not bark and sometimes make mewling sounds that sometimes sounded disgruntled.
Jacob POV
She refused to answer. The day after our journey in La Push I called, I was friendly as usual. We joked and spoke about common similarities, she made me smile. And then I made the stupid, stupid question about the Asylum. She sounded puzzled, and grim. It was silent, before she brushed away the question before saying goodbye. And that was it.
It was a week later now, the only interesting that had happened was a pack meeting. I came out with the news of my imprinting. Many of the pack members were welcoming and kind, they wanted to meet her although everyone remembered seeing her while we were children.
But whenever I called her, Lily would answer, and she masked away the heaviness in her tone of voice. Frankie was home but she was intentionally avoiding me. Had I done something? Did the question about the Asylum throw her off-guard? I had a tendency of saying the wrong thing without realizing, I rebuked in a sudden anger. I wasn't angry at Frankie, but at myself, was I that dumb? I was kind to a fault. I was far too blunt. She influenced the positive things in life; everything fell perfectly in her presence. A complete domino effect whenever she was around, one good thing would occur before more and more wonderful events unraveled. I had only spoken to her a handful of times, but it was different. She was my imprintee and she was avoiding me. I didn't want to come off as 'clingy'.
But it was hard; whenever I called I was denied her. I even went to the extent of going to 'visit Lily' but everyone was well aware I came to see Frankie. It was painfully obvious that I cared for her.
Did I annoy her? When I called twice a day. When I visited her? Or was she really ill? Maybe, I offended her when I asked about the Asylum. Or.. she was just repulsed by me.
I needed to see her. To know she wasn't ill. She didn't want to speak to me, not in my human form at least.
I would look for her. I just needed to know she wasn't upset or alone or sick or unhappy.
In a rapid and ill-advised decision, I ran out the door, my emotions were conflicted. How could one girl, a family friend, a girl I used to mock as a child, have such a stifling effect on my emotions, on my well-being. Is this what it was like? Imprinting? Being completely and utterly entwined with a person, a person you maybe hadn't spoken to in years, someone you had forgotten.
I tore off a layer of clothing, I couldn't breathe. My anger was lured out from the bowels of my spirit, I gravelly fell to the ground, this transformation was unexpected. I was overcome in a slur of anger. And before I could fully register the world around me, I was a werewolf.
I lurched forward, into the brush of the forest, prowling in the wooded area, it had rained that previous afternoon and I gripped the muddy earth beneath my paws, my claws digging into the damp ground. Breathing in the sharp, clean air, exhaling the anger and confusion. I was overreacting, it was hard at times, to stay away from her. I just needed to see her. To know she was fine. I was left to my own devices as I grew closer toward Frankie's home, I made each movement elongated and drawn-out, the forest grew thinner as I advanced near the backyard of her home, several of the surrounding homes in Forks were linked with La Push, the small wooded areas behind the homes all lead out to the beach in mile long paths making things easier but more dangerous to be spotted by people.
I dipped my head, forward, keeping low; I could see her shadow moving about in a bobbing silhouette. She was alive, at least. And not sick.
Why was she avoiding me? because she could?
All of this reminded me of Bella. And it frightened me. I had lost her. And Renesmee. I wasn't going to let Frankie slip through my fingers, not without a fight.
I saw her sit down, in her room on the top floor that she always complained was too cold for her liking but of course, she was wearing shorts and a thin t-shirt. I didn't understand her, she was beyond comprehension.
I lay low, but she caught me. She saw me, as she was searching for something, her head shot up. My eyes must've radiated the bright glowing pigment.
Instead of releasing a frightened shout, she stood. Staring, a cold stone stare.
Shit, shit, shit. I shifted back into my human form, I hadn't thought logically. I thought it would help. And within a span of thirty seconds to back door was creaking open. I heard her pause as she stepped out, standing for a moment before continuing on in her footsteps. I heard her bare feet collide with the grass.
I curled down beside the bushes which weren't enough cover, "Um.. Uh.. What the hell, Jacob?" Her voice was creaky; a pure emblem of confusion as her vocal cords released a yelping noise.
"Y-yeah. That's me.." There was no use denying myself, I cupped my privates before rising up from my inadequate shelter, "Hey, darling."
