Author's Note:
Okay, so as the title applies, this chapters has lots of my favorite songs. I tried to make everything seem like 2009, so there are no Justin Bieber Songs, no Jason Derulo, no Timbaland and especially no The Fame Monster though I really loved that album alot. So it's time to credit them:
You Belong with Me by: Taylor Swift; Album: Fearless
Paparazzi by: Lady Gaga; Album: The Fame
Kiss Me by: Avril Lavigne; (Originally by Sixpence None the Richer)
She Wolf by: Shakira; Album: She Wolf
Love, Sex, Magic by: Ciara featuring Justin Timberlake; Album: Fantasy Ride
Decode by: Paramore; Album: Twilight OST
Kiss Me by: New Found Glory; (Originally by Sixpence None the Richer)
The Last Quote was originally from me. :) I know it sucks, but sometimes, my quotes only work at 1AM in the morning. Hope you enjoy this chapter , though!
Chapter 11: You and the Music and Me
It was slightly drizzling outside, of course, what would you think? This is Forks, and in Forks, it rains all day, all night, and 24/7 for the next 365 days. Jacob parked the car in front of the hotel, and we made our way back to our suite. It was cold, literally freezing, and Jacob wasn't even wearing any cover on him except for a pair of cut-offs. If he was only human, a hundred percent human, I'd already taken care of his poor old butt, but since he's an arrogant werewolf, I think he could handle himself.
We got to the suite and I headed for the kitchen to grab a drink in the fridge. I saw a note written on an old post it, actually old post its (there are like, five of them stuck together), and it was signed by mom. Oh No. This is the end of me, and my adventures in Forks.
To my dear, sweet and so-in-trouble Teary,
You'll be in so much trouble when I arrive at 7pm. You destroyed your room and even walked away from me. You're going to be grounded for life! For now, no money for you and you're going to fix the mess you did last night! You're also going to thank Jordan, the security guard downstairs, for keeping an eye on you when you were practically drunk and tipsy.
I want your butt back in this suite before 7PM, or so help me, I will drag you back to your father in Cali.
Love,
Ivy Marie Simpson
P.S. I'm Sorry if I'm being tough on you. You need some tough love. Or else you'll end up in a Jail cell, eating old mashed potatoes and cleaning bathrooms in public stadiums just like your father.
I felt Jacob's hot breath tingling up and down on the side of my neck. I didn't notice that he was already behind me, as quick as a blink; he wasn't supposed to be reading behind someone's back. I studied government, and I've always thought that what he's doing was against the Right of Public Correspondence.
"I think you're in so much trouble." Jacob said in a mocking tone as his wide dark brown eyes met mine. Those eyes, and his smile, were something that I'd always dreamt of seeing in real life, when New Moon was just a book, but now that I'd seen them, they're practically pretty. (That sounded weird. Jacob Black has pretty eyes and a pretty smile, weird.)
"I think reading behind someone's back is practically illegal." I replied pulling away from his stare, opening the fridge and grabbing a can of coke. Good thing mom brought a lot of food with her when we first entered this suite. Like mother like daughter. I offered Jacob a can, he nodded and I tossed it to him, athletically catching the can in mid air. No surprise to me, it's Jacob anyway. He could do a lot of stuff that would surprise any other person in this planet.
"I think I couldn't be arrested. I'm a minor you know." Jacob opened the can and took a sip of his coke. I walked to my room and I saw how much of a mess it is with Brand New Eyes. Everything was clearer, and definitely much, much messier. It was like the place has been attacked by Hurricane Katrina. The walls were definitely ruined, and it looked like as if the whole fourth wall would collapse just by giving it a single touch. The floor was filled with shredded clothes, and the window was completely and utterly destroyed.
"Oh… my… God…" I whispered to myself, and Jacob followed in. It was like a nightmare! I mean, a nightmare for my mom, maybe. She definitely has OCD. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, she wants everything squeaky clean and completely organized. Not a paper out of place. My eyes widened in shock and in disgust seeing this awful sight. "I think we should clean up." Jacob nodded. "How about getting some cleaning materials down stairs in the storage room, I mean, you're practically faster anyways." I had to say that, I had no choice. If I didn't say it, he'd probably not do it.
"Sure, Sure." He exited the suite in a quick pace, carrying the can with him. I took a deep breath and got my iPod out of my bag, put it on my player and cranked the volume to the max. The first song, You Belong with Me by Taylor Swift. The song wasn't a single yet, but it sure did catch my attention. I've downloaded most of her songs on iTunes, and I have every single song on her album, Fearless memorized. What can I say, I'm Gaga for TayTay.
I began singing along to the song while picking up the pieces of Jacob's shredded sneakers and shorts. I put them on the trash can under the night stand there. I also began picking up the glass shards.
If you could see that I'm the one, who understands you,
Been here all along, so why can't you see
You Belong with Me
Standing by and waiting at your back door
All this time how could you now know, baby
You Belong with Me
Then the songs changed. I forgot I put the player on shuffle. Paparazzi by Lady Gaga, one of my favorite songs on this planet! Something that doesn't get old to my ears, of course, its Lady Gaga anyway, her voice is just so golden. I danced to the beat inside my room, and if you're guessing that this is too embarrassing to watch, you're probably right.
I'm your biggest fan; I'll follow you until you love me.
Pa-pa Paparazzi!
Baby there's no other superstar you know that I'll be
Your Papa Paparazzi!
Promise I'll be kind, but I won't stop until that boy is mine.
Baby you'll be famous, chase you down until you love me.
"Paparazzi?" I heard a husky voice ask just behind me. It made me jump and throw the shards in the air. I clenched my fist to see that it was just Jacob, holding a broom, a mop and other stuff. I felt a stingy feeling on one of my fingers; I looked at it and saw that there was a bunch of glass stuck to my palm. It was no big deal and I began removing them one by one. It stung a little bit, and it eventually bled, like I said, no big deal. I'm a big girl and I can handle this.
"Yeah, why, have you never seen a girl rock out to Lady Gaga before?" I asked, and quickly walked out of the room and headed for the nearest sink to clear up the blood. My mom was handy with medicine and first aid kits, but she locked the room, she was angry with me, remember? I just ignored the stingy little tingles on my hand and got the broom from Jacob's hands. I began sweeping inside the room to make sure nothing was left on the floor. As I said, my mom's a complete OCD and she could see even the slightest specks of dust on the floor.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course I am. Now fix the bed. My mom wants it clean and creaseless. She also wants the pillows fluffed soft." He began fixing the bed as I've commanded, and I began cleaning the room. Cleaning a room is easier than fixing a messed up room, and badly my room wasn't dirty, it was messed up. The song switched, from Paparazzi to Kiss Me, Avril Lavigne's cover.
"I love this song." I told him smiling. I've had a lot of memories with that song, my first dance, my first kiss and especially my first crush. I was just too numb to accept that I had real feelings for my first crush, and I just didn't say yes as soon as he asked with a rose on his hand. It brought everything back to me and I started singing.
Oh kiss me, beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift up your open hand, strike up the band
And make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
"Done." Jacob whispered from under his breath that interrupted my singing. He did it perfectly. The bed was properly folded, no creases, nothing was out of place. It was like mom did it. It was like a hotel cleaner made it. I shouldn't be underestimating Jacob like that again.
"Wow. Perfect! Bravo! It's perfect Jacob! It's like no one touched the bed!" Floor swept, bed fixed. Two down, two to go. We still need to fix the wall paper and the dented window frame and broken glass.
"I have my moments." Jacob grinned. "You're a pretty good singer though." He added walking to the next to the music player. "And, you're pretty good with fire escapes." He turned to the broken window and choked out a laugh.
"Yes, you do have your moments though, and I love your moments. You act really nice and such a totally different person." I smiled. "As for the singing, I don't sing that well. This is just meant for bathroom acoustics. For the fire escapes, yes, I do pretty well. I've been escaping like a ninja when my friends are looking for me, and I don't want to come with them." We both laughed, and then the music changed. She Wolf by Shakira, one of my favorite dance numbers! Love, love, love! "As for this song, I love."
"I've heard of this song. It's a pretty cool song." Jacob commented. It's more than cool, Jacob. It's one of the best songs yet! That song is something written within a reason, no to sexism and yes to equality. Werewolves could be both female and male.
"It's a cool song and it's something everyone can dance to!" I replied, and began singing to the song like the other songs that played on my player.
There's a She Wolf in your closet.
Open up and set it free. Awooo!
There's a She Wolf in your closet.
Let it out so it can breathe.
"You mind being my She Wolf?" He smirked and took a few steps forward closing the gap between us. He was taller than me that I actually had to look up when he was that close to me. His height is actually unknowingly making me feel conscious about my smallness. (5'5" isn't that small, right? But compared to him, I'm like a dwarf!) The whole height thing took away the meaning of the words brought to my brain. He twirled a couple of strands of my hair and we began closing in. My breathing sped up a little bit, and so did my heart rate. This was a weird spine tingling feeling, indescribable and pretty exciting.
He muttered something under his breath that I didn't quite understand for two reasons: One, it was too fast. It's like he muttered something in fast forward. And Two, it was in another language. Quileute probably, it's the only language beside English that he knows how to speak fluently. He wrapped his tan arms around my waist, and his lips found mine.
It was just like our first kiss last night, sweet and gentle, but it felt different too, the feeling maybe. You know, the feeling of the first kiss is usually different than the second kiss. The emotion and the atmosphere will always feel different. Last night, he gave me a rough and unforgettable kiss, and today, it was just a soft tap on the lips that actually lasted longer than a normal peck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my body swayed in tune to the music, though he tried keeping me in place. The music stopped and another song began playing. Love, Sex, Magic by Ciara featuring Justin Timberlake. This might be the right song for this type of mood, but listening to this song at this moment isn't actually helping.
We both pulled away from the kiss, and he was staring at me, but I was staring at the music player. It was a weird music player put in shuffle. The weirdest thing I've ever come across. Jacob followed my sight and laughed when he realized that the chorus played.
All night show with just you in the crowd
Doing tricks you've never seen
And I bet that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
So let me drive your body around you
I bet you know what I mean
Cause' you know that I can make you believe
In love and sex and magic
"Love and Sex and Magic, can't believe you actually had that song in your player." Jacob said, still holding me close. It was a great song, I mean for me anyways. Not all my songs on the player have meaningful meanings. Sometimes I just download them cause' they have a cool hook that I want to be stuck in my head for a while, even if they have provocative lyrics. I pulled away from Jacob and sat on the floor. I didn't want to mess up the perfectly good bed Jacob arranged.
"Ugh, you know I'm a band geek. I can play all four instruments, and every song with an interesting hook and memorable lyrics would really be on my player. I have everything from Sweet Child O' Mine to Poker Face!" I explained. He sat down next to me as I stared at the broken window and ripped up walls. It looks like Ryan's room back in Charlotte. It was quiet for the next few minutes, till' I interrupted the silence. I couldn't be in a quiet situation, except for an Exam. "You know you could ask me anything, right? Nothing personal, though."
"Okay then, so, what do you first see in a guy, and what do you look for in one?" That was a tough question, describing the guy of my dreams. How 'bout I just describe Robert Pattinson and Zac Efron for him. Or maybe even Taylor Lautner? I don't know them that well, and I don't think I would even have a chance. They're major celebrities you know, and R-Pattz has his K-Stew, Zefron has his Vudgens, while Taylor… Taylor remains single.
"When I meet a completely new guy, I'd first look at the eyes and the smile. Then after those, maybe the biceps, abs and the hair, I don't know, that's what the girls I know do. For my dream guy, I want someone who understands me. Someone who won't catch me every single time I fall. I can handle myself anyway. Someone who could handle my swagger and someone who could catch up to me whenever I want to go further. Someone who'd respect my decisions, and don't try to change me for anything I am. Someone who isn't sexist and someone who gives me my time off. I'm really sorry if it's a long list, but it's something that really matters to me when I choose someone. Maybe that's why I haven't had a boyfriend yet. I'm pretty picky." He nodded and the silence continued, as if there was something I said that hurt him. "How 'bout you, what do you first see in a girl and what do you want to have in a girl?"
A very soft song from Paramore began his answer. It was Decode. Okay, it wasn't a very soft song, but it was really something. I loved that song, it's meaning, everything about it. The music video, the color of Hayley's hair when she sang it, the contrasting background, everything literally.
How could I decide what's right? When you're clouding up my mind
I can't win your losing fight, all the time.
How could I ever own what's mine? When you're always taking sides
But you won't take away my pride, no not this time
How did we get here? When I thought I know you so well, yeah.
"Well, I really look at the girl's…" He trailed off, as if he couldn't continued the sentence. I realized what he was saying and tried to come up with other words to symbolize them. Hey, we're both immature.
"The upper or the back side." He laughed and exhaled, as if giving him these words made everything easier for him in continuing his explanation.
"Both. So I really look at the girl's 'upper and back' for the first time, but after that I look at the eyes and the lips. I also look for a girl with a nice shape, someone who could understand the amount of love I have for her, and that I can't always be by her side without being much of a danger to her. Oh, and brunettes. I prefer brunettes." He added, touching my hair and ending his hand on my chin. I know you love brunettes, that's why you're head over heels for Bella, dude.
"I can understand the butt and the boobs, but the lips? Why look at the lips when a girl could have a nice smile?" He laughed out a little bit again and shrugged.
"Well, cause' I've always had a thing for Angelina Jolie, Her eyes, her eyebrows, and her pouty lips." I could understand perfectly why she loved Angelina Jolie, she's the perfect girl. She's a tomboy, she's a nice woman, and she's beautiful. As Jacob mentioned, she had to-die-for eyes to wake up to in the morning, the complex and sophisticated eyebrows arched, the pouty and tempting lips to be kissing every night before sleeping, I could understand why Jacob liked her. She was also an ambassador for philanthropy, and she adopted her own kids. Brad Pitt is a lucky man.
"Yeah, I love her too. And you dream of kissing a girl who looks like Angelina Jolie. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm no Angelina Jolie." I told him. Yeah, I was nothing like Angelina. She might be like 5'9" and I'm four inches shorter. She has those killer eyes, and I have what, dark brown puppy dog eyes that are as expressive as hers. She's everything I've ever wanted to be.
"Are you sure? I see the resemblance though. The eyes…" He touched my lids which involuntarily forced me to blink. "Expressive and feisty. The Attitude…" he said and patted my head, like an owner does to his household dog. "Very tomboyish and fierce. The Lips…" He touched my lips, leaned in and gave it a small peck. "Indescribable, really indescribable. They express as much as your eyes and they always pull up to a smile except for hard situations. Something I really wanted to see, smiles. Not too thick, not too thin, just right." I rolled my eyes and smiled in reply. I couldn't tap that flirt, he was good. Bella was such a sucker for not falling for this.
"Yeah, thanks for the flattering. You have a pretty soul killing smile too. If you were walking the beaches of Florida, I think you'd already have five girlfriends at the same time. They're going to be howling and whistling after you so much, that your howl would be nothing compared to theirs." He roared a loud laugh and even stumbled to his back just for laughing.
"Thanks for flattering me too. You're not bad yourself." He smiled and stood up. A new song began playing and it was another Kiss Me song, but this time from New Found Glory. It was a better and upbeat song rather than Avril's and Sixpence's version. It was something you could really rock out to with the drums and an electric guitar.
Kiss Me out of the bearded barley
Nightly, beside the green, green grass
Swing, Swing, Swing that spinning step
I'll wear the shoes and you will wear the dress
Oh, Kiss Me!…
I began singing to the song aloud, to a faster and lower version of the love song till' Jacob's lips crashed mine and we were kissing as roughly as ever. His left hand travelled down to my back as his right hand remained at the nape of my neck. My hands held his face tight, and I felt his hot skin touch mine. He pried my lips open, and I didn't bother to stop him. He moved away from my lips and I felt his teeth graze my ear lobe.
"Kiss Me, beneath the milky twilight. Lead me out on the moonlit floor. Lift up your open hand, strike up the band and make the fireflies dance, silver moon's sparkling…" He recited the lines in my ear with a small chuckle and drew a line on my jaw. The corners of my mouth pulled up into a small smile. I pulled him away and stared at him with wide eyes.
"So kiss me." I sang softly and pressed my lips to him. It was a small kiss, but I hope he caught the meaning. Some kisses are filled with passion, anger and lust, but I hope you get this little soft kiss on the lips from me, to tell you that I Love You even with the simplest things you give me. I was beginning to have feelings for Jacob Black, and it was something I've never expected from a very biased, Team Edward fan.
