Twilight Romeo & Juliet: Jacob Black, seriously?

Chapter Seven: Frequency

Today. Today, was the day that I had supposedly been looking forward to. Most definitely, not today.

I let out a low groan. The sunshine was blocked out by a thick, mysterious fog. I was really cold, and seeing the disgusting weather outside raised the goose bumps on my arms.

I don't know why, but today, I had the feeling that I didn't want to do anything. it's the sort of mood you're in when you don't to participate in a specific activity at a certain time. Like, you still want to partake in that pursuit, just not right then and there.

Looking at the alarm clock on my dresser, I had to drag myself out of bed. Out of my comfort. I've never experienced discretion like this before.

As I sauntered across my carpet floor, and slowly made my path down the endless staircase, I thought. Should I tell Jacob that I didn't have the temperament to hang today? If I did, poor Jakey would be heartbroken. Although, I had confirmed with Alex that I would accompany her. Perhaps, today, I'll have the required amount of tolerance to pull myself through.

I had made my way to the main floor, and strolled to the kitchen. The faint scent of pizza from last night was still there. And then the mouth-watering aroma of a delicious breakfast, cooked by a mother who loved to cook.

"Hey, Mom," I greeted Meredith, smiling warmly. "Smells good."

"Good morning, honey." She said in her musical voice. "Want something to eat?"

"Yeah … I'm famished."

"Since when do you use words like famished and … you know what I mean?", Meredith asked me, cocking her eyebrows at me.

"Since I became cool," I stifled a laugh and bit my lip as I let the sarcasm sink in.

"Sure … Whatever, Ami." Meredith rolled her eyes at me.

"I'm being serious," I mentioned as I strolled over to the oak kitchen table. The strong odour of a newly-painted, varnished table was still pungent amongst the nearest two-foot radius. The scent burned inside my nostrils.

Meredith coursed over to me, carrying a plate of steaming food. She automatically placed a place mat in front of me, and set the tray down. She poured me a glass of orange juice. My plate contained eggs, bacon (the vegan kind), hash browns and pancakes absolutely covered in syrup.

"Yum." I eyed the platter, and slowly picked up my fork and attacked the hash browns. They were golden-brown, and crunchy. I leisurely chewed my delicious food. This was perfect. Perhaps this meal could make my day one less stress.

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After I was finished eating, I quickly hopped into the shower. Approximately twenty minutes later, I finished. Okay, what else what have I been doing twenty minutes later? I was applying a palmful of mousse to my towel-dried hair, letting my brown locks dry naturally. Putting on tinted moisturizer, eyeliner and mascara, I felt pretty just like that.

Walking back downstairs, I sat down on our leather loveseat in the living room. Where else? I don't know. Mechanically checking the time on my cell phone, it informed me that it was only 10:35. Apparently, I was supposed to meet up with Alex and everybody else at 11:30, at their house.

Attempting to engross myself in a book, didn't work. Neither did listening to music. I had over an hour to busy myself with something. Anything. Nothing seemed distracting enough. Aha!

I had yet to explore my basement. It was worth the experience.

Trudging my way to the third floor door, I opened it cautiously and peeked inside. It was dark, and smelled dank. The air was humid, and left a cold sheen on my face. It really made me think twice about entering this deadly basement. Deciding to put on my shoes at the last moment, I slipped on my black Converse high-tops. Returning the basement door, I crept inside.

The stairs were creaking under my feet, they felt unbearably weak. The kind of stairs that would fall in at any given moment. The cement floor was cracked, and appeared withered as it aged on and on. The walls seemed bare, but I couldn't tell, since it was so dark. But I wondered anyways what secrets the papered walls were hiding. The depressions everywhere were secluded and significant, compared to each and every dent elsewhere. Some were substantial, others slight. Who could have been so mad to make dents in the walls?

I shivered. The chills up my spine were bitter and icy. "Who could've lived here?", the words slipped out through pursed lips. My brow furrowed in confusion. I was well aware now that I had been licking my lips, because they were chapped and wet.

I glanced at the shorn walls once again, and inspected the fractured walls. Disgusting. Mould and other fungus' were flourishing and accumulating in the cracks. No wonder. This was the perfect environment for the spores to reproduce.

There was basically nothing left in this basement. I read the titles on the spine of the publications. Myths, Fantasies, and Fables was one of

them. Stronger Than Steel was the other one. It must have been a romance novel, which I had no favour for. So instead, I committed myself to study the myths book.

Opening the coffee-stained and umber book, it seriously felt like trying to open a geode rock with a tennis racket. The crisp sheets were caked together, sticky. Sticky wasn't the right word. Baked. To me, it made absolutely no sense to try to pry open these baked together pages. Like literally, I swear to Jesus that somebody put this book in a oven and waited until he couldn't open the book anymore. These pages were deteriorating terribly, anyways.

I gazed at the book, attempting to absorb as much unneeded information as possible. The first chapter that appeared was entitled Werewolves. How peculiar.

"Exactly as this chapter entitles, we will be discussing werewolves. Where they originate from, how they change form, and how they appear when they are on their human side.

To have the ability to change from a werewolf to a human, or vice versa, one must have the direct genes from the Quileute ancestors, who actually descend from wolves.

Within capability of being a werewolf, you would have a fit of shaking, after experiencing extreme anger or rage."

After reading for a bit, I couldn't understand what this person was trying to explain to me. How could you tell if somebody was a werewolf? Or, at least if they had the genes to become a werewolf? These were the questions that haunted me.

Maybe I should check what time it was. I hoped I had passed the time, at least enough to get me closer to the end of the dreaded day. I tugged at my jean pockets, in search of my cell phone. It honestly didn't feel like I had been reading for long. I'm surprised I had been able to comprehend some of the context. It fascinated me.

"Astonishing. This makes … hardly any sense. Yet, I am so fascinated by this crap," I mumbled.

Placing the informative book back on its perch on the rotten bookshelf, I trekked back up the rolling staircase. Closing the barren door behind me, I kicked off my Converse. Once more, I examined the clock. 8:11. I wasn't accustomed to this kind of tediousness. I should most likely contact Alex. Ah, who cares. I'll just randomly show up at her house, and … confirm my presence.

I walked upstairs, and from my spot on the landing, I thought about calling out to Meredith. Perhaps she could drive me to Alex and Bella's home.

I seeped into the kitchen, seeking Meredith busying herself by the stove. Creeping behind her, I slowly reached my hand towards her right shoulder, and poked her. She screamed in terror, and jumped around to stare at me in horror. She gave me frazzled, puzzled look.

"What was that for?!", she narrowed her eyes.

"I don't actually know … to get your attention?", I suggested.

"You could have done it more civilized. Not like a caveman stabbing a dead animal with a stick." She rubbed her shoulder gingerly.

"Thanks for comparing me to a caveman, Mom," I scrutinized her, mollified.

"Whatever," Meredith rolled her eyes at me, "Okay, what did you want that you needlessly jabbed me for?"

"Well, I didn't needlessly poke you. It was for good reason. And, could you possibly take me to Alex's?", I pleaded.

"No," she glanced at my expression, which was now full of sorrow, and responded, "Fine."

"Thanks, Mom!", I skipped away, pretending to be full of happiness.

Meredith strolled out of the kitchen, and walked right past her keys.

"Uh, Mom. Your going to need those," I told her sheepishly.

"Right." It struck her like a ball to the face.

I scooped up her car keys, and lightly tossed them to her. Catching them perfectly, she eyed me, laughing.

"I guess those softball skills come into play, now, eh dear?", Meredith threw her head back.

"Mhm." This time, I had the privilege of rolling my eyes. She wheeled around, not facing me though, at the bottom of the stairs, to face her gigantic rack of shoes. Picking the most appropriate pair with her flare denim jeans and blouse. I peered down at my own outfit, which was my black Converse high tops, with my blue slim-cut blue jeans, black tank-top and favourite Roxy hood.

Meredith retrieved her purse, and headed out to our little suked up Audi. I ran to the passenger side, made Meredith unlock the door, and I plunked myself onto the leather interior. 8:24. We still had time to kill.

Meredith hopped in, and fired up the ignition. Putting it in gear, she backed us out of the driveway.

"So, why exactly do you need to go to Alex's?", Meredith asked me, inquisitive.

"What a meddling question, Mother," I said sweetly.

"Ami," she persisted.

"Meredith," I could persist, too.

"Answer my question," Meredith was serious.

"Okay, of all seriousness, Mom, we are just hanging out. Me, Alex, Mike, and Jacob. Happy?"

"Yes. Thank-you. You and Jacob have been hanging out lots lately. What's the deal, Ami?", she looked at me, the corners of her mouth turning into a grin.

"Well … I'll tell you when I know everything is 'official'," I made exaggerated air quotes.

"Sure …," she laughed at me, sheepishly.

I looked out at the fog-laden streets and the old, aged houses as Meredith and I zoomed past. The sky was a gross gray, and the thunder sounded throughout the valley. Hearing these loud, obnoxious sounds of nature, my heart sank. I didn't want this to raze this day.

"The weather here is bogus." I stated.

"I know. That's the downside of Forks, I guess," she said, dejectedly. This unfortunately made me think of why we moved specifically.

"Mom …" oh no. It was going to happen, again.

Two years ago, Adam, my dad, had started behaving weird. He started to accuse Meredith of cheating. But I realized, the only reason he accused Meredith of cheating, was because he was. He abused her, and she took it. She held it in, and told nobody. That was until I noticed Meredith in her deep depression, I knew I had to do something to stop it. I somehow had to reach out to Meredith, and bring her back up onto her feet. But also because of me, Adam and Meredith had gotten a divorce. Now, she doesn't have to take classes to get her over the pain and suffering she went through. Though the hurt Adam put her through is still there. Every time she thinks about Adam, or any mental thought about her agony, she breaks down and sobs.

Tears were welling up in her eyes, "No … !", Meredith cried out to nobody.

"It's okay, Mom. It's okay --," my voice started to falter, and it sounded fake, even to me. Adam was such a prick.

Meredith was choking back heavy sobs now.

"Mom, pull over," I said tersely. But before I knew it, the tears had betrayed me, and were streaming down my face.

Meredith was crying uncontrollably now as we pulled over to the curb. She rested her weary head against the steering wheel, and closed her eyes. I shifted from my seat to beside Meredith, and held her cold hand between mine.

"Ami … I can't do this right now," she continued bawling.

"Mom, don't cry," mind you, I said this through misty eyes, "Adam was an … imperfect, and deceiving low-life jerk that didn't deserve you. He put you through this, Mom. You don't need to be brought down to his level."

Following many minutes later, Meredith straightened up, and wiped her wet eyes. She looked at me, and removed her hand from the wheel, and enclosed me in a loving hug. She sniffled, and kissed me on the forehead.

"I love ya, Ami. You're my everything."

I hugged her back and whispered, "I love you, too, Mom." The waterworks were turned on hyper speed, and I did nothing to stop them. I knew that my mascara was probably a black smudge underneath my eyes, but I could fix it when I went to Alex's house.

"Okay, I'll mope later, but for right now, I need to get you wherever you need to go … where do you need to go?", she laughed.

"First of all: Mom, you will not mope. Second of all: Alex's house, and pronto."

"Okey dokey," Meredith drove away from the sidewalk and back onto the road.

ALEX POV

"Okay, it's one thing for her to be late, but it's another thing to not even show up," I stated, "Jacob, do something."

"I'm not a genie, Alex," Jacob rolled his eyes at me.

"Well, you should be … !", I scolded him.

Jacob, Mike and I were loitering in my house, in our living room. Charlie wasn't home, but Bella was. She was dolling herself up for Edward Cullen.

I was pacing back and forth, between Mike and Jacob. I was unusually irascible and provoked, I most certainly didn't want to hang out with two boys. By myself. No offence, Mike and Jacob.

Cutting through my musing, the shrill scream of the doorbell rang. It had to be Ami.

Instinct reaction, I bolted to the front door. Opening it wide, I saw the smiling and tear-soaked face of Ami. "Took you long enough …", I scowled at her.

"I know, I know. Sorry, you guys," I apologized as I gestured good-bye to Meredith. I whipped around, and scanned the house for any clue that Jacob was present. Seeing his smiling face, and almost missing it, I ran into his tall stature, his arms wide open.

"I missed you," I mumbled.

"What?", he asked.

"Nothing."

I moved my gaze to where supposedly Mike was standing. Jacob let go of me, and strolled over to Mike. Compared to him, Jacob was a giant. Like, I mean giant. He was at least a good foot and six inches taller than Mike. Whoa. Anyways, Mike had spiky blonde hair, most likely gelled and blue eyes. He had it co-ordinately arranged. Just like Jacob, he had some of the childish roundness left on his cheeks. He appeared like he would be a charming boyfriend … for Alex that is. Wait, were they dating?

"Hi. You must be the magnificent Mike?", I guessed, asking him warmly. I already knew that he was Mike, Alex had filled me on the details.

"Yes. I am," he smiled, and his eyes sparkled. Just like Jacob.

"Interesting. Alex has told me all about you!", I laughed, and glanced to see that Alex was pissed off at me now.

"Shut up!", she smacked me upside the head.

"ARGH!", I hurled myself at her, scaring into running away. I stifled a giggle as I backed off.

"Okay, Ami, calm down," Jacob came up behind me, gently grasping my arm, and spinning me around, right into him.

"I'm fine, Jacob. Just giving an excuse to get me closer to you?", I suggested sarcastically, kissing him lightly on the lips.

"Exactly," he kissed me back.

We pulled away from each other, and just then, Jacob realized that my eyes were black, and mascara was all down my face. I probably wasn't the prettiest girl on the block after crying my eyes out.

"Ami! You look awful. Are you okay?", he asked me sincerely, taking my face in his warm hands.

"Yeah …", I said. I also reminded myself the horrible memories of Adam Forbes. How much I hated that man. And remembering him, I felt like crying again.

"No, you aren't, Ami," Jacob stated sorrowfully.

My eyes went misty once more, and I had to look away and bite my bottom lip to prevent myself from crying.

"No …", I finally admitted, and buried my face in my hands as the tears started to pour. "Alex, can I use your bathroom?"

She gasped in horror and disgust at my red eyes and tear-soaked cheeks. "Uh-uhm, go ahead!", she stuttered, gawking at me. "Upstairs on the right, Bella might be in there," she informed me.

"Thanks," and that's when I ran.

I sprinted as fast as possible up the stairs. It wasn't such a big crisis, but it was to me. I hated feeling … ugly. It just wasn't my nature, not to offend anyone out there. It's not like I needed to wear make-up, but I could literally pull anything off.

I found Bella in the bathroom, like Alex had warned me. Seeing me and my horrible crying disaster, she immediately stepped aside to let me enter the bathroom. "Oh, dear. What's wrong, Ami? Er -- no need to explain, if you don't feel like talking about it, sweetie," she said and closed the door.

Happy to finally have some privacy to fix myself up, I walked to mirror above the porcelain sink. Blech. I could understand now why everyone had been gawking at me, like a four year-old staring blankly at man with no arms. My make-up had made streams all the way down my face, and my eyes had the look of a smoky eye-shadow appearance. Whoop-dee-doo.

At my discretion, I used a forest-green washcloth to remove the smeared and smudged black crap off my face. I was really aggravated, so I scrubbed a little too harshly, leaving my face even redder than before. What luck I was having today.

Finally, I had all of it off now. Good thing, because if I cried anymore, it would have most likely gotten into my eyes. I used a bit of make-up of Alex's. Liquid eyeliner, bronzer and eye shadow. I looked much more contented, and a whole lot better. I was quite satisfied, so I slowly made my way down stairs.

"Eh, babey," I winked at Alex, "I'm back! And gorgeous as ever!", I did jazz-hands, to enlighten the mood.

"Aha! You is back!", Alex hugged me gingerly, and smiled sheepishly.

"Aha! Yesh!", I said one of the stupid words I also jumbled up. Haha.

"Hey, babe," Jacob smiled, and laced his hands through mine, as he slowly, almost like he was trying to sneak, pulled me to him. Once again, he kissed me on the lips. This was one of the kisses that sent the butterflies going wild, and when my heart raced madly.

I made my kiss linger for a millisecond, long enough to keep him wanting more. I lured him in, and he went for the bait. Exactly as my plan was planned. I finished kissing him, and lowered myself back to the ground. He looked at me, startled, and leaned in, grasping my hand boldly. And it took off from there.

I was always in la-la-land whenever me and Jacob kissed. It was like my own personal taste of heaven. It felt like I was defying gravity, until we stopped. He brought me back down again … always. What were the odds? I've never developed this kind of affection … for any boy.

I came back down to Earth when Jacob stopped, and let me go. "You're more blithe and ecstatic than earlier. I can sense it," he laughed.

"Of course. Only for my Jacob," I grinned at him and fluttered my lashes.

"Yesh, only for moi," I liked how the French rolled off his tongue. "Mon Dieu," I replied.

Suddenly, Jacob walked away. Alex came over to me, most likely to ask why I had been such a mess earlier. She neatly filled in his place.

"Hey, Ami. You appear so much better, than you had before," she told me awkwardly.

"Indeed."

"What was that about anyways?", her eyes were full of genuine curiosity.

"It's a long story, and I really don't feel like explaining right now. How about at a more fitting time period? Let's go and assess what them boys are up to, and tamper," I linked my arms through hers, and glided over the carpet floor, to where Mike and Jacob were.

"Hello, boys," I said in a considerably deeper voice.

"Hello, girls," Mike said in a deeper voice, as well. His voice was already deep enough.

"Aha!", Alex laughed outrageously, and covered her mouth. I chuckled at her.

"So, what are we to carry out today, Alex?", I asked her, un-linking my arm from hers.

"We plan to take over the world, Ami."