A/N: listening to Kate Walsh, Your Song. Such a sweet melody. Awwww! This chapter may be a bit boring, but read it anyway. It explains a bit about Nahuel's family and Leah's best friend Yasmin.
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Chapter 11
Enlightened By Music
When me and Seth departed later that night, I had learned that Nahuel had 4 sisters and 2 brothers. Reggie, the little boy he had cradled in his arms when opening the door for me, and Lemar were his two younger brothers. He was the oldest of them all, followed by Sharisha, then Kadisha, Taye, and then Jasmeka, a smaller sibling only born 2 years earlier, though to the human knowledge she must have looked 4 or 5.
Nahuel's dad didn't shout or curse, just stared and intimidated, turning all our words around, transforming them so it sounded like it was our fault. Though, Nahuel and Taye seemed to give in easily, doing whatever he pleased. I suppose it was because of his aptitude, but it was peculiar that it didn't seemed to effect me or my brother, and we seemed to stay intact with our own will. Later, when Nahuel was waving us off (Reggie absent from his arms as Kadisha had earlier placed him into bed) he explained that it was most probably because we already had a leader, someone to command us, in charge. Jake. Though now it dawned on me, we may not have anymore. The Cullen's would have to move on soon enough, and Jake with them. There was no way he'd leave Renesmee, not in a million years. And then we would be on our own, left with someone else to boss us around. It seemed impossible now to return to Sam, to actually have to acknowledge him and be under his mercy again. We would have to replace Jake with someone in our pack, me maybe. But then that seemed unlikely. I wasn't really the first person on the liked list. It seemed more credible to place the bet on Embry or Quil, seeing as they've been Jake's best friends since we all landed ourselves in this state of mind.
As we approached our house, after walking back from Nahuel's, I could faintly make out my moms shadow pacing in front of the window. Sam, of course, had kept up his reputation as the good Samaritan again and delivered the news that her children would not be attending lunch to my mother, but she was sure to be fretting by now. It was almost 9, which meant we had been gone almost 7 hours. As we entered the living room, she spun around to face us, and I could see her stance relax as relief swept through her emotions.
"Where have you been?" she huffed, releasing herself onto the comfort of the sofa.
"Just out, sorting some things out with Nahuel and Seth and stuff." I composed, hoping it was a reasonable answer. Seth rubbed the back of his neck, but didn't say anything. He had been a trance all day, ever since he had set eyes upon Taye. I really hoped he wasn't going to stay like this for long, because it was already starting to irritate me.
"Oh, OK. Theres some dinner set up for you in the oven if you want, but you'll have to get it yourself. I'm off to bed, seeing as I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow."
I trudged towards the bus stop, the rare sun beating down on my uncovered arms and upper neck. Trust fate to choose a school day to create such beautiful weather. Suddenly, someone sped up to my side out of nowhere. I swiveled around to face Yasmin, a stack of Cd's wedged under her arm. Other than being totally obsessed with other people private lives, Yasmin was a fan of music. I mean, intense music. She would always make you listen to it whenever you entered her house, and she turned her stereo on long before she bothered to start the ignition in her vintage Beetle.
"Hold these for a sec," she sighed before even saying hello, thrusting the plastic cases into my palm. She dug out a small sparkling pouch I recognized as her 'i pod' purse. Stashed in the green bag was 4 i pods, 3; there contents completely full, and the other on it's way to holding so many songs you have to wait 5 minutes for it to load up the list. She shuffled through them, finally deciding on the blue square nano, one I recall her receiving 2 Christmas' earlier. She plugged her left earphone in, making sure her free ear was facing me so she could make out my sentences.
"So, what's these for." I pondered, sorting through the labeled cases held in my hand. The first title I studied displayed the words 'Alternative- Lou Rhodes, The Besnard Lakes, Katzenjammer etc' to which the latter I raised my brows, querying how much sanity my friend actually had. The next Cd held 'Rock- Enter Shikari, Sanctus Real, New Model Army, Howl, Etc.' on the cover, all the bands listed not twitching any strings in my memory. But before I could explore any of the other music Yasmin had burned, she snatched them away from me and stuffed them in her bag.
"There just some stuff I burned for Joseph." She answered, leading onto the hideous yellow monster they expected us to ride to school in every morning. I assumed her car had blown up again, which it had done many times before on previous trips, though she refused to be rid of it.
"Joseph McClain. Since when did you mingle with him?" Joseph McClain was one of those people you steered clear of, or moved out of their way if you accidentally crossed paths with them. Someone I so didn't expect Yasmin to show an interest in. She was more into the clean cut, swimming jerks.
"You now, he's really quite a reasonable person. I was sitting on the wall (by this, I knew she meant the small wall me and her always occupied whilst eating lunch together, never joined by anyone else) when you where absent on Friday, and he just sat next to me." After flashing our bus passes (Yasmin always kept one spare, acknowledging that her car may not always make it) we had slumped onto the back seats, and I was listening to every word she said. "I asked him what he was doing (like me, she was a blunt, say-it-like-it-is person, one of the best reasons we got along well) and he was all like 'well, like, I was, like, wondering if you had any advice on music for me. I know your, like, really into that kind of stuff, so I was, like, wondering if you could guide me in the right direction." She put on a low, gruff tone when quoting what Joseph had said.
"Guide me in the right direction'! What the hell!" I retaliated.
"Yeah, well, he obviously had some interest in proper music, unlike some people." I rolled my eyes, grinning at the last comment. Ever since we had met in kindergarten, her red hair and pale skin attracting me to like her immediately, she had always tried to persuade me to like what she called 'proper music'. Before then, I thought I was really into music, but , boy, had I been wrong. She explained that some people thought they liked music, but really, they had no proper interest. Then there were those who had the ability and potential to like music, they just hadn't found the right path yet. After that, of course, she elucidated that their were people like her, the people who loved music, making it their life. She said they were the people that when they listened to the right music they were 'enlightened'. After that we found ourselves in completely different categories. I wondered what category she'd class Nahuel in. Most probably the second.