Natural Enemies

EmmettPOV

You didn't need vampire hearing to know when Edward and Jacob were having a fight. Their fights were wicked, loud, hurtful confrontations. Things got said that shouldn't ever be said. Stuff got thrown - I don't know if it was each other's bodies, or just lamps and shit. It was crazy!

Here I was, just minding my own business, watching Field of Dreams on TNT (fucking commercials and all), and then they just interrupt with their yelling so I missed the best part!

In the field, with the dreams!

Damn it!

Just then, Edward raced down the stairs, seriously pissed. He was followed closely by Jacob, who looked equally pissed. Edward seemed like he was about to leave in a huff, while Jacob looked like he was going to pounce and pin him to the door any second. Apparently, he was, because Edward whipped around and glared at Jacob something fierce.

"Not. A. Chance." he snarled.

Jacob's shoulders sagged and he looked away. Edward turned back on his heel and stormed out, practically ripping the door off the hinges. Jacob stared at the door as it slammed, before coming down the rest of the stairs and collapsing heavily in the armchair across from me. He didn't acknowledge me right away. He just looked at the floor, shaking his head and sighing deeply.

I couldn't stop myself. I just felt compelled to say it.

"What a girl."

Jacob burst out laughing. Good, I thought he'd be mad.

He recovered after a while, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands.

"Oh, man. He totally heard that," he said, still chuckling.

"I know." I smiled benignly at him. Whatever, I made fun of Edward like that to his face all the time. Yeah, yeah, he would be pissed, but he'd get over it - he always did. "Must suck, being with a teenager. A lot of mood swings," I said, sympathetically.

He nodded. "Yeah, he has a tendency to be...angsty. And quick to jump to conclusions."

"Oh yeah, that's just Edward. But you guys, when you fight, you really go balls to the wall and then afterwards you're totally cool again. I don't know how you can do that. You guys are vicious."

"Oh...yeah." He chewed his lower lip. "Well, that's not Edward's fault. It's just kind of...strangely normal for us. We are natural enemies, after all."

Shit, he was right. I'd forgotten that they were in fact, not just natural, but mortal enemies, built to kill one another. But they were so good together usually and it was easy to forget that fact.

Seeing the look of wonder on my face, Jacob smirked and continued, "We don't want to fight, Emmett. We don't go looking for it. It just...the instinct to rip each other apart just flares up once in a while, and we fight the physical urge by using thoughts and words. You know, so we don't kill each other and regret it later." He shrugged and leaned back in his chair.

I still didn't say anything. I couldn't get over the fact that they even dealt with that kind of stress in order to stay together. It was, dare I say, romantic?

Jacob closed his eyes and smiled to himself. "But he always comes back."

Jacob was thoughtful for a moment before continuing, "He always leaves because he needs time to cool down and really think about what happened and realize he was wrong."

I snickered, "Oh, so you're always right?"

He looked at me and shrugged. "Usually. He overreacts." He shot me a grin.

I nodded in agreement and smiled back. "So, how long do you think till he comes back this time?"

Jacob shrugged and got up from his chair, stretching his limbs. "At least long enough for me to get some sleep. Night, Emmett."

"Night."

I watched him climb up the stairs, before focusing my eyes back on what was left of the movie. But I couldn't pay attention. All I could think about were mortal enemies and fatal love, like Romeo and Juliet.

Or like Chris Brown and Rhianna. Heh.

A/N: I know, it's really short. Sorry about that!