Someone Like You
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AN: Yes, I finally decided to write on my other stories. I apologize for not being consistent. Anyways, enjoy.
Misconception
Savannah's POV
I sat beside the open window, a thick blanket wrapped around my shoulder and my nephew Byron sat between my legs, as he played with his new Lego toys. Ever so often, he would tilt his head and look up at me and smile, displaying his tiny baby teeth. He was such an adorable little boy. His green eyes resembled mine and in him I could see myself. He was so spirited and so loving. We were kindred spirits. I loved him so much and I could imagine how our lives would change as soon as my unborn niece or nephew came into the world. I already loved him or her. I could picture my family growing bigger and happier. I could also see Leslie's kids playing with my own kids. I wanted kids, because they were going to be with the man that I love. I know that I was young and being a teenager didn't help to prove my point, but I did want to have children. I wanted to so badly.
I looked outside the window and noticed that it was drizzling outside and that Leslie was talking to someone that looked familiar. Beside them, there was a little kid. It was Sean Brooks; Brady's little brother, and his son Mateo. Sean would always come by Leslie's house with his son, to make sure that she's alright, since Brady was working the night shift at the hospital. He noticed me staring at them and waved at me. I waved back and turned my attention to my nephew. He was playing contently, not a single care in the world.
I reached for the baby's bottle and offered it. "You want leche?" I asked Byron if he wanted some of his milk. He shook his head and continued playing with his Lego blocks.
There was a knock on the door and I got up to open it. It was Nessie and Marie. Byron suddenly climbed down from the sofa and rushed to Marie's side. They were jumping with joy, as they embraced each other. That little girl was so adorable and you could tell that she loved my nephew.
"Do you think those two are going to end together?" I asked Nessie.
"I hope so," she smiled and looked down at her daughter. "He brings out the best in her and vise versa."
"That is true," I said, smirking at the pretty sight of two innocent souls playing freely, with not a care to bring them down. "I wish I had that kind of freedom or the ability to not worry and just live happily."
"Me too. So, how are you?" Nessie asked me, as she walked towards the sofa and sat. "I haven't seen you in a while,"
"I've been working at the photo studio with Jevian."
"Oh, yes, Jevian." Nessie said, rising a perfectly groomed eyebrow and stared at me quizzically. "How is he?"
"I don't know, I haven't seen him in a week or so, but he's doing well. Why do you ask?"
"No reason," shrugged. "I'm just curious."
"Oh," I mumbled and picked up the blanket that Byron dropped on the floor. I felt awkward being around the same room as she was and sighed. "How is Jake?"
"He's doing well," she smiled merrily at the mention of his name. "He's patrolling around La Push."
"Oh, good," I said nonchalantly, as I started to fold the blanket that Byron and I had used earlier and placed it on the recliner. "And how are you? I heard that you are working at the Art Center in Port Angeles. It's something that you wanted to do, right?"
"Yes, I started working there a month ago. But now I'm in charge of recruiting local talents to expose their work in the gallery. I was thinking-"
"That's nice!" I interjected and curled my legs under me and played with my hands. "I'll be that you have a keen eye for that sort of thing. Do you have someone particular in mind?"
"Yes, and that's why I'm here."
"Why?" I asked curiously.
"Leslie," she paused, when the front door opened and in stepped my sister. She waddled into the living room, her hands holding on to her large belly.
"Hey, Nessie," Leslie smiled. "Did you tell her?"
"No, I was about to, but then I sensed you were coming in and I thought that you should be present when I tell her. You are her sister and if it wasn't for you, I would have never known that she was so talented."
"Good," Leslie smiled, looking down at the kids that were playing in the middle of the room. "So, go ahead,"
Nessie nodded and smiled at me. "Well,"
"So, what is it that you two want to tell me?" I said puzzled, averting my eyes from Nessie to Leslie and then to the kids.
"Well, you know that I work in the Port Angeles Art Galleria, right?" Nessie said, her lips curved in to a beautiful smile. I felt self conscious just standing next to her. She was so beautiful. I should just wear a brown bag over my head and end my suffering.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Well, Jevian showed your sister some of the pictures that you've taken since you started working for him." she paused.
I nodded. "Yes and what does that have to do with me?"
"Can I tell her? She's my baby sister; I have to tell her, please, Ness!" Leslie begged. Nessie nodded and chuckled. "I showed Nessie some of your work-the black and white pictures that you took- and she loved them!"
"I did, Savy!" Nessie said, clasping her hands together. "I showed them to my boss and he was surprised that a fourteen year old girl could capture such beauty and innocence. I was also surprised when you took a picture of Marie and Byron together in the park that day, that, um-well, my boss loves them. He wants to use them for the Spring/Summer exhibition. There's also a competition coming up in March and I nominated you to be in it. There are going to be professional photographers and editors from different magazines from around the Midwest and they are going to be giving out scholarships for the winner. I have a feeling that you're going to win. " Nessie said excitedly.
I slouched on the sofa and nodded. "If you have that much faith in me, then, I guess that I can." I said nonchalantly. "So, your boss saw them and he wants them?"
"Yep, of course, we need your parent's permission." Nessie said, arching a brow. "Will that be alright?"
"That'll be fun to obtain. My mother is such an old fashion woman that she might be mad that I even took pictures without her consent. You can pull quarters out of her ass, that's how uptight she is."
"Mom's not like that," Leslie said appalled. "She's cool!"
"Which Mom are you talking about? Cause mine is dull and boring!" I said, rolling my eyes at Leslie. Leslie shrugged and rubbed her large belly. "Listen," I said, turning my attention o Nessie. "I would like to have my work exhibit in the art gallery. That'll be fun! If you have that much trust in me, then I'll do it."
"Great!" Leslie said merrily.
Nessie smiled kindly and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I already told you that your work will be in exhibition from the beginning of springl and all the way to the middle of summer. We need your parent's permission and that's it. The next thing is the competition. You have to take a different picture and it cannot be used in your exhibition, so I would advise you on taking one that's not like the others that you have. I could also help you with pointers and things like that."
"Oh, wow! Of course, that'll be great!"
"Good," Nessie smiled.
I felt content. I felt like my life was going somewhere. I woke up the next morning feeling content and refresh. I wasn't going to tell Jevian about what happened last night. I wanted to surprise him. I could picture it. I would invite him to come with me to a photographic exhibition at the art gallery and he would see the pictures that I took. I had a feeling that he would be so proud of me.
"What's so funny?" Jevian asked, when he entered the room, where I was. "Am I missing something?" he continued asking, leaning against the doorway.
I shook my head and sat on top of his desk and played with the camera that he'd lent me a few months ago. I was cleaning the lens and placing new black-n-white film. "Nah, nothing's funny. I was just giggling, because I'm happy!"
"Aren't you gonna tell me why you're happy, Savannah?"
"Nope," I said, popping the 'p' loudly. "I can't tell you."
"Why not? You're always telling me things. Why not today?" he whined like a petulant child. "Is it something that you can't say to me? Are you alright?" he asked worriedly.
"I want to surprise you." I said, giggling softly. "I've a surprise for you."
"I hate surprises,"
"I know," she shrugged. "That's why I'm doing it!"
"Fine, but you're bound to break and tell me. I know you. You can't keep secrets from me!" he grinned.
"I'll take my chances." I laughed. "Besides, it's not that important. So, how was your Christmas? Did your family come?"
"Nope, they didn't come." he said dejectedly.
"What?" I asked surprised. "Why not?! I hate them!"
"They didn't come." he said softly, as he sat beside me on the desk. "It was better that way. I was stuck volunteering at the Church, so that was good. I did something good for humanity."
"That's nice," I said sadly, placing my hand on his arm. "I'm sorry."
"It's nice," he said, a small smile on his lips. "I got to help out."
"I'm so happy that you help out around the community. I admire that about you."
"Thanks," he said confused. "So, what did you get for Christmas?"
"Um, I got a digital camera, shoes, pants, more clothes, hair products and an iguana."
"Yuck," Jevian laughed and hopped off the desk. "Anyways, I want you to do me a favor."
"Yes, what is it?"
"Check in the left bottom drawer of that desk and see if you can find a red box, please?"
"Of course," I said, climbing off the desk and walking around it. I leaned down and opened the drawer. There was a massive red box with my name on it. "Jay, this has my name on it!" I shrieked.
"It's your Christmas gift." he chuckled. "I hope that you like it. I searched like crazy for it. I hope that you like it."
I placed the red box on the top of his desk and ran to him. He was smiling sweetly at me. It was enough to melt my worries away. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his chin. "Can I open it?"
"Of course," he smirked, gently pulling me away from him. "It's yours."
I walked to the desk, turning my head slightly, so I could watch his reaction. He was so gorgeous. His short hair was a bit longer and it covered his forehead, casting a shadow over his eyes, giving him an ethereal look. I ripped the gift wrap into pieces and screamed loudly when I saw what it was.
"OMG!! OMG!!" I screamed. "I can't believe that you got me a computer and it's the one that I wanted. How did you know?"
"I guess that you wouldn't keep quiet about wanting one. I also know that you like that brand… plus, you love to chat with your friends online. Now you can do webcam conference with them and see their expressions." he said shyly.
I walked, OK; I ran up to him and hugged him tightly. "Thanks, Oh, thanks! Jevian, you're the best! You're the best for me, Jay. I love you-um- love it, very much!"
"Um, thanks." he said uncomfortable.
"You really are the best, Jay." I said seriously, still holding on to his waist, as I guided him close to the desk and settled my brand new computer on the desk. I wound my free arm around his waist and I felt his cold hands on my shoulder. "You're the best, Jevian." I repeated, lifting my face to look at him. "Why can't you see how great and amazing you are to me?"
"Because," he paused, his lips pursed into a thin line. "I'm not amazing and I'm not great! You have misconstrued this image of me. It's a misconception, Savannah. As soon as you grow up, you'll find out how different the real Jevian is from that Jevian that you have conjured in your imagination. I am not what you think I am."
"I doubt it," I said, pulling him closer to me. He didn't fight me like he used to in the past. He just stayed there, his arms resting around my shoulders and his chin on the crown of my head. I felt safe with him. I couldn't imagine a perfect being for me.
"Why are you always contradicting me?" he said angrily, as he hugged me tighter.
"I'm practicing for when we get married," I joked.
"Oh,"
"By the way, I want to move out of La Push after we get married..." I said, resting my head on his chest. "I want to be a bit far away from my parents and family."
"Why?" he asked, his hand stroking my hair tenderly. "Are you going to be ashamed of being seen with me?"
"Please," I hissed, lifting my head to face him. "Stop asking stupid questions. Be reasonable… You are amazing and the girls flock around you. If you were mine, I would exhibit you."
"I'm sorry," he said, looking down at me. "I-"
"You're forgiven," I said, nestling closer to his broad shoulders. "I also want to have a little house in any place in WA. I don't care. If you are next to me, then I'll be happy."
"Why do you want to stay in Washington?"
"Well, didn't you tell me that you sparkle under the sun light and that's why you have to live in a place like Forks, because it's always rainy and we are constantly under a cloud bank?" I asked confused.
He grinned sensually and clasped my face in his hands. "I don't sparkle," he said a bit annoyed. "I-"
"Come," I interrupted, taking his hand in mine and guided him towards the back of the building.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Outside," I said, opening the double doors that led to the back alley.
"No," he said worriedly. "Someone might see me!"
"Come on, I want to see you sparkle." I laughed, stopping under the sunlit area. "Step over here, let me see you, Jay, please." I said, pouting at him.
He shook his head obstinately and crossed his arms over his chest. "No and I don't sparkle, Savannah!"
"I'll be the judge of it, alright?" I said, pulling him by the arm. "Stand beside me, please. The sooner we do this, the faster we can get it over with."
"What if someone sees us?" he asked sullenly.
"No one will be in the back, I promise." I said, staring at his light brown eyes. "Please, just do it for me. I want to see you."
"Fine," he snapped, as he walked to where I stood. "Happy?"
"Extremely!" I said loudly, clasping my hands on my mouth. "OH, wow! It looks so amazing! You're gorgeous, Jay. It's like you have hundreds of thousands diamonds encrusted in you, making you glitter so perfectly under the sun." I said happily, but my smile died and in came pouring the showers of insecurity. I wanted to be the only one that shared this secret with Jevian. I didn't want to believe that Leslie already seen this precious sight. "Oh, no, I want you to only show this side of you to me, please. I want to be the only one to ever witness such an amazing sight, please, Jay. Has Leslie seen you?"
"I don't remember. No," he mumbled, shaking his head. "Why?"
"Then, don't ever show her this side of you, please. I want to be the only one to share this beautiful experience with you." I said.
"Why?"
"Because," I cried, tears of desperation falling down my face. "I can't explain it, Jay. You've shared a kiss with her and you've- I don't have anything! Ugh, forget it!" I sobbed, walking back inside the establishment.
Jevian followed after me. "Don't talk like that, Savannah." he said sadly, as he grabbed me by the arm and spun me around. "Don't think like that. You and I have more in common than I will ever have with Leslie."
"It's not true," I bawled. "I have nothing from you. You've all of me and I don't even have a piece of your heart."
"I've given you my friendship," he paused, as he stared at me with those beautiful brown eyes. "Isn't my friendship enough?"
"No," I whispered. "I have to practically force myself on you. I forced this friendship on you. You didn't want me working for you, but because Leslie asked you and you adore her, you accepted me. I've been scrapping around for crumbs of your attention, your love and I-ugh! I hate crying! Crying doesn't solve anything. It just ruins your complexion!" I barked.
"That was before I met you," he said softly, wiping the tears off my face with his thumb. "It's different now. I do like you. I appreciate you so much. You're a great kid and I love you very much."
"Whatever," I said, walking away from him.
"Savannah, what's wrong? Why are you crying? Does it have to do with our conversation?"
"I'm just emotional!" I said, pulling him closer to me. I needed to feel his arms around me. I felt safe, protected and even if it wasn't true, I felt loved.
"Is it that day of the month?" he jested, kissing my forehead.
"Shut up!" I said, smacking him playfully on the arm. I've learned my lesson: a wrist with a cast.
"Hey, I just asked," he chuckled. "Come on, don't be sad. I thought you were happy today. I don't like seeing you sad. What's up?"
"I'm just too,"
"Too, what?"
"Nah, forget it,"
"Come on, tell me,"
"I love you, Jevian. You do know that, right?"
"Yeah," he paused. "I care for you, Savannah,"
"I know," I sighed. "I'll accept it for now, Jevian Claramount, but in the future, I want you to love me. I want all of you. Everything that is you, I want to own!"
"Why do you insist? Isn't that bad for you?" he asked morosely.
"No," I said nonchalant. "I'm not hurting myself, because I know that you're going to love me. I haven't created any misconceptions in my head. I know that you'll be mine. I have faith… I never lost my faith in you and I never will."
He gently pushed me away from him and placed his hands on my shoulders and sighed. "Did you imprint on me or something?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Imprint? On you?" I laughed.
"Yeah, on me. Imprinting, just like Brady imprinted on Leslie." he said aggravated.
I shook my head and giggled. "Oh, no! No! No! I'm not a werewolf," I laughed. "Thank God,"
"Then why are you so obsessed with me?"
"I don't know? There are times that we don't need destiny to find our soul mates… I found my better half in you, silly. Why can't you accept that?!" I said, getting on my tiptoes to reach him. I kissed his chin and then offered him a wide smile. "You can't see that I love you, right?"
"Savy,"
"Jay, shut up and stop fighting me! I'm going to be with you! We are going to have little babies and live happily ever after."
"I can't," he said, turning around. "I'm sorry,"
"Can't what?"
"Give you children," he said in a husky voice, as he raked his fingers through his short cropped hair.
"Why?" I asked miserably. My dreams of being the mother of Jevian's children dissipated into the nothingness and so did my happiness. A life without Jevian would be more miserable than a life without our future children. I swallowed the big lump in my throat and forced a smile. "It's alright, then,"
"I can't have children, Savannah." he said, taking my hand in his.
"Then we adopt! End of the discussion!" I said, wounding my arms around his waist and bringing him closer to me. "I only want you with me. You promised to marry me, right?" I asked. He nodded and sighed. "I'm holding you accountable for it! So, hush and hold me." I said with determination. Jevian reluctantly wrapped me in his arms and kissed my forehead. I had a feeling that he was slowly falling in love with me. I don't know why, but it was nice to believe that maybe someone up in heaven… Giovanni up in heaven, heard my please and Jevian was falling for me. He just didn't know it yet, but we were going to be together and he was going to be the father of my children. Yes, he was. I had no doubt about it!
