Five o'clock, I thought, glancing at my clock. Angela would be coming over in one hour, and Alice had insisted on coming over to do my hair and make up before the movie. I didn't see why it was necessary, seeing as it was just Angela, Mike and Edward that I needed to impress, but I decided to let her nonetheless.
So now I sat in my bedroom, Alice fluttering around the chair I was sitting in, trying to get every detail just right. My hair was freshly re-washed and combed. It lay curled down my back, and I must admit, Alice was very good at her job. She flitted around, fidgeting every time that I tried to fix something.
"It looks perfect," she must have repeated nearly a dozen times. Edward would be swinging by to ride with Angela and I, and Mike would also be showing up shortly. We were going to carpool to make sure that we all had a ride there and back, and Edward needed to come anyways to make sure Alice had a car to drive back home.
I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, silently excited at my appearance. She knew, somehow, exactly what I wanted. My make-up was subtle, yet managed to make my eyes sparkle. I never really took much charge in ensuring that I looked good, mainly because I honestly didn't care. But while Alice jumped around, I felt myself silently looking forward to her makeovers.
Talking was easy with Alice. She didn't focus on negative and trivial things such as gossip like Jessica did. She laughed and talked about her family, asking me questions about home. She knew to avoid anything about my mother, asking mainly about my friends. I realized how badly I missed them now, telling her a story about how Amelia and I had once tricked Hogan at school and almost got suspended. By the time I was finished with my story we were both doubled over in laughter, and I was glad it was so easy to talk to her.
"You know you can spend the night if you want. Forget it, just come with us to the movie. Please?" I begged, hoping I could be as persuasive as she was to me earlier. She just smiled and shook her head, glancing at the clock. It was nearly five-thirty now.
"Jasper and I are going to celebrate our anniversary, actually," she informed me. I immediately felt bad for having her come over on her anniversary.
"How long have you been together?" I asked innocently. She laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. I didn't know what was so funny, and it must have shown on my face.
"A while," she finally said. I threw her a look but she just shook her head. "I think that this is…our two year anniversary."
"Two years?" I marveled, "Seriously? That's so great! Congratulations!" I hugged her tightly and she smiled.
"Thanks Bella." I had the strange sense she wasn't telling me something, but I figured it wasn't the time to press it. Considering the fact I had twenty minutes to get an outfit together, arguing with my new friend didn't seem to be the most logical thing to do.
"What to wear…" She started, glancing around the room. She smiled mischievously, reaching into her bag. She pulled out a bright yellow tank top and a blue and white print top. The shirt looked amazing, but I knew I couldn't wear it. She threw it to me gleefully, making me slip it on.
"Alice, you came straight from school. How did you have this?" I asked curiously, staring at it in the mirror. It did look nice on me, and I didn't have anything else…
"Well I was going to wear it for the anniversary. But you need it more than I do," she said, smiling. I gaped at her and immediately started taking it back off.
"I can't wear this! You need it for your anniversary!" I somehow managed to bend my elbows just the wrong way, and the shirt got caught over my face. I gasped, falling backwards onto the bed. I heard her tinkling laugh, silently cursing myself for being clumsy. She came over and carefully slipped it back over my shoulders so it was laying flat again.
"Bella, look at me. Do I look like I need it?" It was true, she was already wearing something stunning. A simple gray sweater, but she accented it perfectly. I sighed, accepting the fact that I'd be borrowing it for the night.
"I guess not," I mumbled, "But I still feel bad that I'm taking your shirt."
She smiled wickedly at me and winked. "Bella, don't forget, its our anniversary. I don't think it would be on that much anyways."
I blushed violently, thanking my lucky stars that the bell rang at just that exact moment. She laughed though, unaffected, and raced down the stairs. I slipped on some pale blue jeans, noting that it did look nice on me.
"Bella!" Her high voice called from downstairs. "Mike's here early!"
I sighed, glancing out the window. Yes, that was Mike's car all right. The clock read that we still had fifteen minutes, and I debated whether or not to say that I was still getting ready. In the end though, I opted to just go downstairs.
Somehow, I managed to stumble on the last step, nearly falling flat on my face. I did manage to stub my toe however, and stumbled around the kitchen for the next five minutes. Alice was laughing at me, but Mike's eyes were filled with concern. I wish he could just try to hurt me so I could slap him.
I waved a quick hello and mumbled a response to his questions as I tried to dull the throbbing toe.
"Are you okay Bella?" He asked me quickly. "Do you need anything?" I shook my head, but he continued to pester me. I pulled myself up, sitting on the counter.
"Is Alice coming to the movie with us?" Mike seemed a little flustered by Alice's unexplained presence.
"No," I said, frowning at her, "Her and Jasper are celebrating their two year anniversary." I felt myself blush involuntarily, hearing her quiet giggle as she explained to Mike that she'd probably be going to the next one. He nodded, glancing around the kitchen uncomfortably.
"You look very nice, Bella," Mike said as Alice excused herself for a moment.
"Thanks, Mike," I said, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt. It was sleeveless, and I felt a slight chill ripple through my body, causing me to shiver. I hid it though, in fear that Mike would offer me his coat.
Just then the doorbell rang and Mike eagerly ran to get it. Angela walked in a moment later, gleefully looking me over as we jumped around in circles. She had her hair done too, straight thick strands dangled in front of her eyes. She brushed them away absently, checking over my outfit. She nodded approvingly, saying hello to Mike.
"What movie do you guys want to see?" Mike seemed more comfortable now that Angela was here and Alice had excused herself. I didn't see what made him so uncomfortable, being around Alice, that is. I thought she was a lot of fun, even though she was the most crazy person I'd ever met.
"Let's see that new one, you know, about the spy?" Angela asked, glancing at Mike to see his reaction. He shrugged, looking over to me.
"Yea, that one looks funny," he said, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing. I stared at Angela, confused, but she tilted her head to the side, grinning at me.
I followed her gaze to see Edward standing next to Alice. He'd changed out of his sweater and khakis into jeans and a t-shirt. Over his shirt he had a dark leather jacket, and I honestly thought he looked better than anybody I'd ever seen. I walked over to him, ignoring the pain in my toe, to greet him.
"Hello Bella," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me. I put my head against him, breathing in his scent deeply. It was something indescribable, the scent mesmerized me, made me think of nothing except him.
"Hi Edward," I mumbled into his chest. He laughed at my mumbled voice. I pulled away, ignoring Angela and, more importantly, Mike. He was sulking now, and I felt a pang of guilt as I realized that I'd offended him again. Even though Edward and I were just friends, leave it to Mike to take a simple hug and twist it into something more. I'd hugged him too, right?
"Okay, well I better go," Alice said. "Jasper might be upset if I miss the whole date."
"Have fun tonight," I said, blushing. She laughed and nodded, taking the keys from Edward and dancing out to her car. I shook my head as she waved goodbye again, blowing kisses from her window as she sped down the street. I realized then that she really sped, and figured I'd have to reprimand her later. Charlie was the Chief of Police, and I was pretty sure speeding right in front of his house might be a bad idea.
Mike and Angela headed for the car, but Edward held back. I frowned at him, but he was lost in thought. Something occurred to him, and he glared ahead furiously before looking at me and smiling.
"What is it?" I asked, staring at him.
"Nothing, honestly," he said lightly, trying to lead the way to the car. I heard the car honk impatiently but stood my ground, crossing my arms over my chest in defiance.
"Edward, you can't just get all serious and then not tell me what's going on," I said seriously. He sighed, but smiled as he walked over to me.
"Bella, really," he started, complaining.
"Okay, well I was thinking what you would say," he said. None of it made any sense, so I shook my head.
"What do you mean?" I asked, bewildered. I heard the car honk again but this time I ignored it, as did he.
"Bella, honestly. It's nothing, I promise you," he said, lifting a hand for me to take. As tempting as it was, I shook my head.
"Will you tell me later?" I asked, just to make sure. He nodded, coming over to wrap his arms around me for a hug.
"Because friends tell friends things," I mumbled into his chest. He laughed, shaking his head. Being this close to Edward made me realize how cold and hard he actually was. It felt like I had my arms wrapped around a very tall, handsome rock.
"Bella," he said, pulling away slightly. His eyes were pleading, and his change of mood stunned me. "I'm going to ask you later if you want to come over tomorrow again. Think about it, because I'm truly no good for you. I'm not who you want me to be, and I think it's a bad idea if we're friends."
"Hey guys we're gonna be late!" Mike called, walking into the kitchen. He stopped mid stride, eyes bulging as he stared at us. First me, then Edward, his features went from surprised to embarrassment and turned quickly to rejection. I felt my cheeks flush as I glanced up at Edward, who was frowning at something, and then to Mike, who was staring at me, dumbfounded.. It took Mike only a moment to recover, and by then I'd already ran out to the car.
I slipped in passenger seat, not wanting to sit in the back with Mike and too embarrassed to sit with Edward. My face was flushed and I saw Angela throw me a surprised glance before laughing as Mike stumbled out, flustering apologies as Edward shook his head politely.
"What did you do?" She muttered, chuckling under her breath. I sighed heavily, feeling my face flush again.
"Edward was hugging me, we were just talking, and Mike walked in. He didn't really like him hugging me though," I muttered. Her mouth dropped open and she gasped quietly, although she couldn't fight the laughter that was building up inside her. By the time that Mike got in the car, Angela had to get out, stumbling and laughing as she piled herself in the backseat. She threw the keys on the driver's seat, chuckling and mumbling to herself. I didn't think it was that funny, but apparently it must have been pretty hilarious to somebody who'd barely slept the night before.
Edward stared at her, amused. Mike grumbled and got out of the car.
"I'll drive," he said, jumping into the driver's seat. Mike turned the car back on and switched to some annoying rap music. He turned it down so it was only background noise, humming quietly to himself. He seemed to have recovered, as had Angela, and we drove down the street now.
Angela asked to turn to the oldies station, and we sang along to the songs we knew. Mike wanted to change it back to his station, but I explained that passenger always gets to choose. Edward entertained us, even Mike, by telling a story about Emmett and Carlisle in a fight. It seemed like he left some things out, but his voice was so sure that I don't think Angela or Mike noticed.
By the time we got to Port Angeles we were all laughing and talking, although Mike didn't like to talk to Edward unless Edward initiated the conversation first. This didn't deter the flow of the conversation though, and as Mike watched Edward with envious eyes I smiled. What wasn't to envy about Edward?
"Sorry, Bella," Edward said. He had a deep frown set in his features. I'd been careful not to touch him since we'd gotten out of the car, and he stood now with his arms limply at his sides.
"For what?" I mumbled, confused. Angela frowned too, and Mike seemed to come out of his trance enough to glance up and curse. The movie was sold out, and the only other thing playing was a kid's movie about a baby walrus and its pet caribou.
"Perfect," Mike mumbled, "What now?"
Angela thought for a moment before her eyes lit up.
"I know where another theatre is! When I was going out with Sean we went there because this place was sold out. It's rather small, but nobody's really ever there except for some cute boys. We went there three or four times, usually on Friday nights. It's only a little ways away, so I don't think it would be a problem to go there. Do you want to?"
Mike seemed to brighten up at the thought of a movie somewhere new. I was just happy that we didn't have to watch a movie about an animal that lived in water and yet somehow had a pet that could only live on land.
"Where is it at?" Edward asked curiously from beside me.
"La Push. It's some reservation thing by Forks. There's a lot of Indian tribes and stuff there, and a lot of the boys are very attractive." I laughed at her sudden excitement, turning to Edward.
He stiffened as she was talking though, his eyes turned distant and blazed with something I couldn't identify.
"I'm going to have to pass," he said regretfully, running a hand through his silky bronze hair. I leaned against the wall, feeling the cold, hard concrete press against my back. It reminded me strangely of Edward when he'd hugged me, how hard his skin was to touch and how freezing it was against my skin.
"Why?" Mike asked, false curiosity in his voice. I knew that wasn't the only emotion, though. "Are you scared of the big Indian boys?" Edward laughed though, shrugging.
"We don't have good history," he said, as though that explained everything. He picked up his phone and called Rosalie, asking her to come get him.
"Edward, you don't have to leave," Angela said, disappointed. I felt bad that she was upset, but I felt worse that Edward was going to leave. Again, I felt the urge to kick Mike for no reason other than the fact he was here and he was an idiot. Edward smiled though, waving it off as though it was no big deal.
"Edward, are you sure?" I asked, turning to him. He smiled sincerely, nodding his head.
"I guess this will give you more time to hunt before tomorrow then, if you're up for chasing animals around in the dark," I stated mildly, glancing around the crowded theatre. I felt him stiffen, dragging me off to the side. I threw Angela a shocked look before he pressed me against the wall tightly.
"What did you just say?" He demanded, his voice icy. Still though, I felt my heart speed up. It wasn't fear though, it was just confusion and annoyance. I tried to break my arms out of his grip but he held them firmly at my sides.
"What did you say?" He demanded again, getting only inches away from my face. It wasn't like earlier, though, because this time I was scared. I gasped, trying to form my words into sentences. There was some other emotion in his voice…fear?
"Alice said…you liked…hunting," I spluttered out, not meeting his gaze. He mumbled something, releasing me. He glanced over at me, anguished.
"Bella…" he said, shaking his head. "I'm so sorry, truly I am. You just took me by surprise, that's all. I told you it was a bad idea for us to spend time together! Look at how quickly I lost my temper with you just now, for nothing more than a statement of fact!" He laughed without humor, his eyebrows pushing together in anger at himself. I reached out tentatively to smooth out the lines in between his eyes and heard him take a deep breath.
"Bella, I'm no good for you. That just proved it. Look at your arms!" He exclaimed, lifting them with extreme tenderness to point to the pale skin. I glanced at him confused, they were perfectly fine, besides a little aching.
"What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to switch subjects. He shook his head though, pinching his nose with his fingers. "There's nothing wrong with me!" He frowned at me momentarily before some sort of awareness came to his face.
"Your friend Mike is debating whether or not to come and break up our fight," he said sadly. "He probably should."
I let out an exasperated cry.
"Edward what's with you? First you tell me you like me, then I shouldn't be with you, and now you're trying to shove me into the arms of Mike! You cant' keep overreacting and just not expect me to say nothing!" I was getting worked up now, angry tears brimming over my eyes. He dried them the strands of my hair, sighing. He was doing that a lot tonight, I noted.
"I suppose I should get things straight before I decide what I'm going to do," he muttered, probably more to himself than to me.
He sighed, pinching his nose again.
"Edward," I started. I gathered strength to continue as I ignored his wary expression. "You're hiding something from me. Just… please, tell me what's going on."
"Bella, oh Bella," his anguish voice sighed. "How I wish I could tell you! Truly, I would if I could, I swear. You're just too perceptive for your own good, do you realize that?" I nodded, smiling slightly.
"Why would you think Mike wanted to break up our fight?" I asked curiously. He smiled, but I didn't miss the anxiety in his eyes.
"People are easy to read, Bella," he said seriously. I felt my heart stutter, did that mean he knew that I had feelings for him?
"Am I?" I asked, trying my best to be casual. He looked at me curiously, as though he were really trying to figure something out.
"No…you're very interesting. I found it very difficult to know what you're thinking," he said, closing his mouth with an audible snap. I paused for a minute, shivering in the cold.
"Are you cold, Bella?" He asked quickly, taking off his coat. I shook my head, running my hands up and down my arms. They felt fine enough, but I saw Edward frown as he watched me.
"I can't take your coat, Edward," I objected meekly as he wrapped it around my shoulders. But I slipped it on anyways, feeling the thick material immediately start to warm me.
"You need it anyways to cover those marks," he muttered, angry at himself again. I don't think he meant for me to hear, and I glanced at him again, confusion evident on my face.
Rosalie drove up then, slammed on her brake and spun around once before coming to a halt in front of us. The passenger door opened and I heard her voice, "Get in."
"I'll see you tomorrow?" Edward asked, just to be sure. I nodded and gave him my best smile, which he grimly returned.
Suddenly his eyes blazed with an emotion I couldn't identify. It reminded me of this morning when we'd been standing by my car. He crushed me to him, pressing me closer as he buried his face in my hair.
"Sleep well," he whispered in my ear, his cool breath tickled. He quickly untangled himself from me and climbed into the car. Before I knew what had happened they were gone, and I was left confused again, wondering why I was always one step behind. I walked back into the theatre, focusing on steadying my heart.
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By the time Mike, Angela and I had arrived in Port Angeles, the sun was long gone from the sky. We were bathed in the darkness pressing down on us, the only light visible came from the lights from cars and the simple sign that read 'La Push Theatre'. The car seemed surprisingly quiet now, but I felt happiness rolling off of Mike as we pulled into the parking lot.
The building was small in comparison to the theatre in Port Angeles. It only showed two movies at a time, and it looked old and shabby. Still, though, walking up to it I felt a strange sense of comfort. It was cozy, and I noticed that they had pots of heavy duty plants placed meticulously around the entrance. I wasn't expecting much from the outside, but when I stepped in I was shocked.
Apparently, Angela wasn't lying. Dozens of boys stood in line, all laughing and yelling to each other. One of the counter girls was getting hit on by one of the boys, and she snapped back a witty retort. This caused the boys to laugh even harder, and I saw the counter girl blush slightly under already rosy cheeks. Everybody seemed to know each other, and Mike, Angela, and I felt suddenly out of place.
I was shocked, too, how many people could fit in this tiny building. There must have been at least three of four dozen, and the entrance hall wasn't very large.
We worked our way to the ticket counter, worming in between a group of laughing girls and boys. They were all dark skinned, making me feel even more uncomfortable as their beautiful golden skin tones were put against mine.
"What'll it be?" A dark haired girl asked me, a ticket-girl smile on her face.
"The spy movie, please." I pulled out a twenty, preparing to throw it on the counter.
"Oh, you don't want that," she said, shaking her head. She laughed as somebody threw a straw wrapper at her, picking it off of her uniform. "That movie's such a rip off. They take your money so you watch bad animation and worse acting. Why don't you go to Interview With A Vampire, we're having a special showing. Nobody goes to see that, we just have to for some weird purpose."
I bit my lip, studying the intricate patterns on the wall. I never understood why they put carpet on the walls in some places, it just didn't make sense. Eventually, though, I accepted the ticket to the vampire movie, as did Angela and Mike, and we stepped into the theatre.
The sound died down almost immediately, and inside the theatre was quiet except for a few people talking quietly. The movie hadn't started yet, and I glanced around the theatre. It was packed, we'd filled in three of the remaining ten seats.
Suddenly the doors burst open and three giggling girls walked in. They sat down on the far end of the row, leaving four remaining seats open. By the time the movie started four boys had taken the seats, and I sighed as the previews ended.
"Hey Angela!" The boy next to me said, waving. She glanced at me curiously and shrugged. "We don't usually get a lot of people from out of town in this theatre," he explained, "It's hard to forget when a bunch of strangers come."
"So you know everybody here?" I asked, brightening up. Something about him made me want to smile, maybe hug a tree. Well, not that far, but pretty close.
"Definitely. This three guys are Quil, Embry, and Jared. They're the biggest bunch of idiots you'll ever meet. Those girls over there are Sarah, Jayden and Chrissy. They're the girls who think they're cool, but really kind of get on your nerves." He dropped his voice to a whisper as he told me about all his friends. "We're a pretty tight-knit group here in La Push, this showing tonight is mainly because of a joke."
"A joke?" I asked curiously, glancing at the screen. I'd barely been paying it any attention, but I spared it a glance as he spoke.
"Yea, legends. Supposedly we descend from wolves. You know, ruff, the whole thing. My dad's really big on it, I think it's a load of bull. Anyway, we change in to wolves and protect the town. We have one true enemy, the vampire. They kill people, and we signed a treaty with them telling them to stay off of our land, or else. It sounds crazy, right?" He launched into the full story, whispering though because the movie was still playing.
It connected then.
The pale skin.
The beauty.
The strength.
"We don't have good history," he said
Could it really be true? Everything this boy was telling me?
"I'm sorry, what was your name?" I asked him quickly. I was in panic mode now, glancing around the theatre nervously.
"Jacob…" He said slowly, looking at me like I was semi-crazy. Maybe I was. "What's yours?"
"Bella," I rushed out quickly. "Look, I have to go. Maybe I'll see you again sometime. It was really nice talking to you."
"The movie's barely even started!" He laughed, but allowed me to stand up. I nearly tripped over Angela's feet as I dragged her outside.
"Bella?" She looked at me worriedly, putting a hand to my forehead. "Are you okay? You don't look so good."
I shook my head quickly, I really did feel like I was going to throw up. I leaned over a trash can just in case, trying to even out my breathing. Was it even possible, to be a vampire? I shook my head, fighting against my own mind. She put a comforting hand on my back, rubbing in circles as I searched for breath.
Mike came out of the theatre, looking confused and concerned.
"What's going on?" He asked, watching Angela soothe me.
"She doesn't feel very well. Maybe we should just go home." I let Angela do the talking for me, even though by this point I could very well do it on my own. Mike nodded, taking hold of my waist as he led me carefully to the car. They put me in the backseat this time, and they talked quietly as I pressed my face against the window.
Charlie was home by the time I got back, and when he saw us he rushed outside. I probably looked horrible, but I let Angela do the talking again as she led me upstairs. Mike had left, saying that he wasn't feeling very well either, and Angela sat with me for a while to make sure I was okay.
"What happened in the theatre?" She asked after Charlie had shut the door. We both sat on my bed drinking hot chocolate, the one thing Charlie could make with little to no help.
"I just… I don't really know." I hoped my expression didn't look guilty. I didn't want to lie to Angela, and in truth I really didn't know what happened, but I didn't think Edward would like it if I told this to her. What if I was wrong?
"Are you gonna be okay?" She asked, looking at me nervously. I nodded, taking another sip of my hot chocolate. We moved on to simpler subjects, and when I glanced at the clock I realized it was eleven.
"Who was that you were sitting at in the theatre?" She asked me, opening one of my notebooks that was sitting on the counter. She took out a pen and started doodling, drawing a hippo, a walrus, and the pet caribou. I laughed, almost forgetting her question.
"I think his name was Jacob," I said. She nodded appreciatively, flipping the page. She redrew the same thing, and I looked at her, confused. She shrugged, thinking.
"He was pretty cute," she said, offhand. I laughed, shrugging. She raised on eyebrow, looking at my skeptically.
"You didn't think he was attractive?"
I shrugged again, looking out the window.
"I really wasn't…paying attention," I said. I thought I saw something in the woods, but then it was gone. I blinked, shaking my head to come out of my daze. I really needed some sleep. She sighed knowingly, smiling to herself.
"What?" I demanded. She just smiled, shaking her head.
"You're falling for a Cullen. Don't object Bella, you'll only be lying. Everybody does, don't worry. It's a phase, the Cullens don't date people outside their social circle. As you know, Edward's the only single one, but he's rejected Jessica enough that everybody pretty much sees that he's unavailable. I think he said once that he had a model girlfriend from California. We think that's where he goes on the Fridays he's not in school."
I laughed, imagining Edward with a beautiful model girlfriend. It really wasn't that bad of a picture, considering a goddess with a god was pretty natural. My small heart beat just a bit faster as I thought about the model being me in Edward's arms, but I pushed the idea away. We were friends, it made perfect sense. And if he were a vampire…
I cut off that train of thought, but it was hard. Maybe that was why he was always… smelling me. It made sense, in a way. He probably did it to everybody, and I was just a new person to him. I felt my stomach clench as I thought of tomorrow. I'd be spending the day with him. Alone.
I debated whether or not to cancel, to call and claim too sick to go out. But then I realized something.
Alice must be a vampire too, right? She was cold, hard and beautiful too, wasn't she? Did that make her a vampire? If she was, than why hadn't she tried to kill me?
I felt like I was crazy, making up stories. I sighed, crossing my legs.
"Wow, its late," Angela noted, flipping through the book. I noticed the hippo jumping up and down on the page and laughed.
"You made a flipbook?" I took it, flipping it again. The walrus was jumping into water, its pet caribou running around the background. It really was rather clever. She shrugged, standing up to stretch.
"I'm gonna take off. My mom will be wondering where I'm at if I don't get home soon. I'll see you later!"
We hugged and I waved as she drove away.
I had so much on my mind I started to get a migraine. I ran downstairs, slapping two pills on the counter and a glass of water. I said goodnight to Charlie, and I saw his shocked expression as I actually smiled at him. He covered it quickly though, smiling back and waving goodnight.
I was looking forward to tomorrow and fearing it more than anything. I felt the butterflies in my stomach jump as I thought of spending the day with Alice shopping, and then seeing the beautiful face of Edward Cullen, the…. I couldn't think the words. I didn't want to think them, didn't want them to be true. If they were true, they went against everything I'd ever learned in my entire existence. I felt the pills doing their job and, exhausted, I crawled into bed and let the dreams fill my head.
Badda Bing! New chapter done! Okay my friends, next chapter is going to be the big scene. HOOOORAY :D
i figured how i set it up sort of helped with the 'jacob' problem. even though its not very creative and i could have gone into a LOT more detail.