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After I wolfed down my Mega Cheeseburgers – no pun intended – I took Megan over to the beach. She told me that she hadn't been there yet and told her that she was missing out. First Beach was one of the best parts of La Push. The views were always beautiful.
We sat in the sand for awhile, me asking questions to try and get to know her better, and her answering with as few words as possible. Finally I sighed and stood up. "Do you want to go see the tide pools?" I offered.
"Tide pools?" she questioned.
"Yeah, you don't have those in New York?" I asked, pulling her off of the sand.
"Not that I know of," she mocked.
I led her carefully through the woods. She jumped at noises, but I knew that the branch snapping was caused by a rabbit, not a bear. Besides, I would know if there was anything out there that we really needed to worry about.
We finally reached the tide pools and she stood in the moonlight and stared at it.
"Wow," she said. "It's beautiful."
I supposed that the tide pools were beautiful, but it certainly wasn't my first time standing above them. I had been there many times in my life. But never with Megan. And being there with Megan made the experience so much more worthwhile. "You like it?" I asked.
"It's so… peaceful," she said thoughtfully.
"Right now it is. You should see when the kids from Forks come down. It's not so peaceful then."
She smiled and sat down on the soft ground. "It reminds me of my mom," she admitted softly. "She would have loved this."
I sat down beside her and grabbed her hand. "It reminds me of my mom too," I told her. I could almost remember my mom standing there, warning me not to fall in, and trying to calm down Rachel who was afraid of the tide pool.
She turned to me. "What's your mom like?"
I sighed. "I don't remember. Pretty much the only memory I have of her is here."
Megan looked shocked. "You mean…?"
"Yeah. My mom was hit by a drunk driver when I was 6. But she was beautiful, and smart, and nice…"
"I'm so sorry," Megan said softly.
"I'm sorry," I told her in return. The pain of losing my mom had mostly gone away, but Megan had just lost her mom, and I knew what that was like.
Sitting there with Megan, I thought that it wouldn't be bad to stay there forever, comforting each other. With Megan, we didn't even have to fill the silences to prevent them from being awkward. We could sit there in silence for hours.
With Megan, it seemed like anything was possible.
The day after my date with Megan, I spent most of my time thinking about Megan. But thinking about Megan soon led to thinking about Bella.
I felt really guilty for abandoning Bella like that. She was probably at home wondering what the hell was going on. She'd already lost her bloodsucker, and now she'd lost me twice. How much pain was I putting this girl through?
So I called her. I didn't invite her over or anything. Just called her.
I was worried that if I saw her, I would spill everything about Megan and break her heart. I wasn't ready to tell her. I had to tell Megan herself first.
But me and Bella could talk. That was fine.
I asked her how she was doing, and she asked me how patrolling was going. I assured her many times that there was almost always a wolf running around her house, making sure that she and Charlie were safe from stupid bloodsuckers.
After a while we ran out of small talk because something had broken in our relationship when I had imprinted – something that Bella sensed even though she didn't know what was going on.
So we said goodbye and hung up.
I glanced at the clock.
We'd only talked for 7 minutes.
I sighed, pulled off my shoes, and ran into the woods where I could be free.
Except from Seth.
When I was walked into Sam's house, I was shocked to find Megan sitting on their living room couch, looking more perfect than I thought anyone could look on the couch that we had destroyed over the years.
Kim and Emily were sitting with her, and they didn't seem surprised to see me. But Megan probably was because most people ring the doorbell before they come in. I couldn't ring the doorbell because this place was like my home away from home. I knew everything that went on in this house.
Megan was also shocked because I had just phased and, therefore, I wasn't wearing a shirt.
I could see her eyes rake over my chest and a blush spread over her cheeks, and I loved it. I wanted to stare at her as she stared at me. We could stare into each other's eyes forever.
"Hey, Jake," Emily said.
I broke my gaze away from Megan as my stomach rumbled and I remembered the reason I had came here in the first place. I waved at the girls and walked quickly to the kitchen.
"I didn't make lunch!" Emily shouted.
I froze and turned back to them. "What?"
Emily laughed. "I was complaining to Megan here about how many meals I have made for you guys, and she told me that today, I should have you make your own meals."
I looked back at Megan. "Seriously?"
She nodded timidly. "You guys need to grow up," she teased.
I laughed at her. "I'm grown up," I protested. "I just don't know how to cook as well as Emily does. Nobody knows how to cook as well as Emily does."
"Thanks for the compliment, but flattery will get you no where, Jacob. I'm not cooking today."
I looked from girl to girl, hoping one of them would give in, but Emily was determined, Kim hated me, and Megan was too shy and depressed to do anything.
I gave them all a big smile. "Fine then," I said and I walked towards the door.
"Bye," Kim said happily.
As I reached the door, I turned around. "Does anyone have 5 dollars?"
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