Love's to Blame
Summary: Drabbles in The Life of Bella and Jacob If Their Genders Were Reversed and If They Were Siblings.
Warning: If Incest Bothers You, I'd Suggest Not Reading It. Adult Concepts.
Drabble Eight: Fated to love what I can't have
"I wish I could live five lives! Then I could have been born in five different towns…and had five different careers, and…fallen in love with the same person, five times,"
-Inoue Orihime, Bleach
Jacqueline leaned against her car and waited for Nicholas to say goodbye to Elizabeth so they could head to the bonfire.
Charlie had been getting on her case about the danger of motorcycles again and she finally got that last piece she needed to finish building her car, so here she was.
She ran into some guys on the beach the other day and they invited her to their party. She figured this would be a good chance for her to spend some time with him without Elizabeth and Charlie hanging around.
Nicholas and Elizabeth got out of her Volvo. Elizabeth took one look at her and sneered.
"Call me whenever you're ready to come home," she told Nicholas, "And I'll be here, Love,"
"I won't be out too late," he replied and Elizabeth gave him one of her dazzling smiles that made Jacqueline want to gag.
Elizabeth turned toward her and glared.
"Doesn't she own a clothes that make her look less like a harlot?" Elizabeth scoffed.
Jacqueline glanced down at her sheer off-shoulder beach lace dress that Jessica had recommended.
"This dress is sure to get any guys attention," Jessica had said.
Jacqueline wondered if Jessica would have been so helpful if she knew that the guy she was after was Nicholas.
Nicholas glanced at Jacqueline and his jaw dropped. Jacqueline gave him a nervous smile and waved.
Nicholas smiled back and turned to say something to Elizabeth and Elizabeth lopped her arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Jacqueline sighed and turned her gaze to the ground.
Jealousy was a bitch…and so was Elizabeth Cullen.
Nicholas and the Ice-Queen finally came apart for air and Elizabeth smirked, shooting a smug look in Jacqueline's direction.
Jacqueline let a slow grin spread across her face when Nicholas walked away from Elizabeth without another word.
"Hey, Nicky," she said as she stepped away from her car and jogged quickly over to him, threw my arms around him, smirking at Elizabeth over his shoulder.
Nicholas hugged her back and buried his face in her shoulder. Jacqueline closed her eyes, contented, wishing they could stay like that forever. They sprang apart when they heard the growl of a Volvo engine.
Nicholas turned to wave goodbye to that mood-killing-bitch and frowned when he saw her car already speeding off in the other direction.
He looked guilty then sent a glare in his sister's direction.
"Nice," he commented, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"What?" Jacqueline widened her eyes in fake innocence.
"I'm going to have to hear about that later," he growled and Jacqueline grinned.
"Well a least you'll have some fun before mommy dearest comes back to scold you," she joked.
Nick's glare darkened.
"Don't push your luck, Jackie," he snapped, getting in the car.
Jacqueline laughed, loudly.
"Oh, Nicky," she gasped –still chuckling- as she got in the driver's seat, "You can't push what you don't have,"
If she had any luck at all then she would have been born to any other family and Nick wouldn't be her brother.
She'd probably still fall in love with him anyway and he still wouldn't want to be with her.
Her luck sucked like that.
"He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud: I love you: I love you and I don't care that you're my sister: don't be with him, do want him, don't go with him. Be with me. Want me. Stay with me. I don't know how to be without you."
Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes (The Mortal Instruments #2)
