"The entire premise of this movie is flawed. Half way in Kate Hudson is all like 'what happens when it's time for the first laundry?'. Her entire argument is that romance is epic and not comfortable," I mumble over the movie, eating ravioli out of the can. The fork has attained a bitter metallic taste after coming in contact with the side of the tin.
"Maybe they have a laundry service," Alice replies watching Alex and Emma with me. She is the tiny vampire who seems friendly enough. It was her idea to watch this movie because the lead character's name is Emma. "Whats your idea of romance? Sitting ontop of laundry machines? Sorting white from colours?"
"My idea of romance is being comfortable enough to just leave the clothing on the floor," I reply and put the can down on the table.
"What happens when you run out?" she asked picking up the can and smelling the contents before making a face and putting it back down.
"Buy more… or be naked," I reply, "Though, nudity is not an option in January."
"What is this I hear about nudity?" Emmett asks with a wary tone and glances at Alice as if it must be all her fault.
"We're discussing which parallel universe allows both romance and laundry," I explain and watch him glance up at the television screen.
"Yeah… I hate that movie anyways. I think it went right to DVD," he replied and I smile at him.
"So bitter, aren't we?" I tease and watch him scowl at me playfully and then move to ruffle my hair before pulling his hand back.
"Better not," he said.
"Wise decision," I chuckle, touching my hair mixed in with the fake locks to conceal the hair loss I had when I was ill. Though I could feel it had already started to grow back rapidly at about an inch and a half. I finished watching the movie with Alice and then went out into the garage to get my bycicle. After being informed about my recent speeding, Edward and Bella forbid me to drive. Haven't heard from my mother in a while… That's a bit strange. I grab my bike and roll it to the door, Nessie got it for me last year. I really love it, it's aqua with a basket on the front which is handy because it is big enough to fit my violin but small enough that that I can remove it off the bike and carry it.
"Where are you going?" I jump when I hear a bell-like voice startle me and I turn to see the blonde vampire—who is not very fond of me for some reason—roll out from under a car with a rench.
"A ride on my bike, don't worry I won't be gone long," I reply and hear her make a pst-noise.
"Ha, like I care," she mumbles and I put my hand on my hip and give her a look.
"Hey, you asked. If you don't like me then don't talk to me. I can see why so many people congregate around you. You just radiate pleasantness," I flash her my best grin at her scowl and flip my hair, if I hadn't done that I would have been hit with the rench she threw at me. "Oh my god! Did you just try to kill me?"
"Would have taken more then a rench to crack your hard scull. If I wanted you dead, I wouldn't have missed… What are you going to do? Tell?" she grinned at me and I grin back.
"I think I will but I'll just let it stew a little I want to go out right now," I smile again at her to show her that even her sour grapes can't make me second guess myself.
I walk my bike out to the end of the drive and then start to peddle down the road, enjoying the quietness. No cars, no city lights, just trees and birds and the occasional rodent running along side the road. I peddle down the road until I get to a crossroads and read the signs. One leads into Forks and the other goes to some place called La Push. I shrug and head down the road to Forks. I am only riding for a few moments before the road turns from a loose gravel to a fine pavement and a few cars speed by me. Not really peaceful down this way.
I turn around and head back down from where I came and this time head down the La Push road. The road continues being loose gravel and eventually turns into a dirt road. It is lovely down this way. The trees along the side of the narrow road form a canopy of green overhead, shielding from the sun—if there was a sun. Right now the only thing it is shielding me from is a light mist coming from the white covered shy. I slow down when I come to a rusty, baby-blue, pick-up truck sitting in the middle of the road. I stop completely and start to walk my bike around it since it is taking up the entire road. The road is narrow, I hope no cars come by and start honking at the guy.
"Aug! Piece of rusty shit," I hear a voice grown and a rench comes flying out from under the car and smacks me right in the knee.
"Ah! Oh my god!" I fall backwards over my bike and into the ditch.
"Oh shit! Hey, you!" I look up and see a young dark haired fellow climb into the back of his truck and jump over the other side and walk towards me, "are you alright, did I hit you?"
"Yeah! Why do people keep throwing renches at me?" I mumbled, holding my knee.
"Can you walk?" he asks, hovering over me. I look up at him and smile a little, well if I am going to be sitting in a ditch with a guy he might as well be handsome.
"I dunno, lets give it a go," I say, grabbing his hands and he pulls me up, I take a step on the leg of the knee that was hit and feel a sharp pain crank it and I hiss and almost fall backwards but he catches me.
"Fuck… great," he mumbles and picks me up easily, I am impressed and then remember that I weight like 90 pounds after being sick. "I am dead if your knee is broken—and I though I was going to shipped off to boarding school yesterday," he said I laugh a little which makes him smile. "Well, not too hurt to laugh at my misfortune—that is a good sign"
"It's just a sprain," I reply, "if it were broken it'd hurt more."
"Oh… good—I mean good it's not broken, not good it is sprained," he said and moved to set me back down on the road after getting me out of the ditch, "balance for a few seconds while I get your bike off the road," he said putting me down and I balance.
"What's wrong with your car?" I ask and watch him go back down into the ditch and grab my bike and carefully put it into the back of his truck.
"The question is what isn't wrong with it," he said and I smile.
"Alright, what isn't wrong with it?" I ask.
He smiles back at me opening the door to the passenger side and leans his arms on the open window, "well… that radio works."
"Nice," I smile and start to dust off my pants, "white jean shorts are such a mistake," I mutter and turn to look at the back of them and laugh. The ditch was wet, now I look like I wet myself and I can see my panties.
"I've heard something to that effect," he said unrolling the sleeves to his blue plaid shirt and then unbuttoned it and wrapped it around my waist, knotting it at the front. I look up at him standing in front of me in just a white, ribbed tank and his torn blue jeans and no shoes. "There you go. Hang out here," he said lifting me up onto the passenger's side seat so my legs are hanging out the side of the car. "As soon as I fix this rust bucket's busted tire then I'll drive you and your bike home."
"Me and my bike thank you," I smile and hear him laugh lightly, grabbing the rench again and tries to get the bolt loose. They're pretty rusted, I can see why it is giving him a tough time. "It might be easier if you were turning it the right way… you're just making it tighter."
He looks at it and then sighs, laughing at his self, "see… I would have been here all night if I hadn't sprained your knee," he said twisting it off the correct way and it came out quite easily.
"So are you a cottager?" he asks me as he pulls off the tire and starts to place the spare on the truck.
"I guess I am," I reply, I consider this just a summer stop and once fall resumes my mother, Bella, Edward and Emmett will probably be heading to another shady northern town to enroll again. "You're local," I smile at him and he grins.
"Yeah… what gave it away?" he asks looking up at me.
"No one tosses renches like them-there country boys," I smile when he laughs.
"Or fixes tires…. Walla!" he said standing and pointed to the tire.
"Yay!" I clap my hands three times and then slap them down on my thighs only to hurt my knee, "ouch!"
"Ah, man I feel bad about that," he said tossing the old tire into the back and stood in front of me. "I'm going to have to figure a way to make it up to you. Do you eat?"
I laugh at the absurdity of his question, "Occasionally… frequently—infact I am known for it," I smile back at him.
"Good, because it is the perfect time of year for fish-fry and the Port House, by the lake, where the cottages are has a really nice view on their patio," he said.
"Are you asking me out on a date?" I ask him and watch him shift his feet a little and scratch his head.
"Well, if you want to put a label on it," he replies, looking down at the pebbled road.
I laugh at his response, "I accept."
He smiles, looking back up at me and I feel an impulse to kiss him. I don't fight it, I just give in and put my hand to the back of his neck and pull him close and press my lips against his which are bursting with a heat I have never felt on my lips before. He rests his hand on the seat next to my thigh and leans in closer kissing me back.
"Hey," I whisper against his lips and he pulls back slightly and kisses me again. I wrap my hand around his leaning arm.
"Yeah?" he asks and kisses me again before pulling away.
"What is your name?" I feel silly for not knowing it.
"Jesse, Jesse Uley" he replies and I like the sound of it immediately.
I smile at him, "I'm Emma," I reply.
"Jesse!" I hear a familiar voice call out from the right of us I crane my neck to see who is there but my view is blocked, "get this piece of shit out of the road so I can get through." For some reason I knew this voice but I cannot place it. "Make out with your little girlfriend somewhere else!" Jesse stops leaning in towards me and stands, my hand slides down his arm and into his hand and he holds my hand back, palm to palm.
"Shut up, Black, can't you see I am having car troubles here!" he replies and I smile at him for yelling back. I feel more attracted to him knowing that he doesn't take crap from people.
"How about I get out of this car and finish the ass kicking that my kid unleashed on you!" I hear a car door open and close.
"Why don't you do that?" he said standing up tall, dropping my hand. He walks to the other man.
"Son of a bitch, you're huge, growth spurt?" he asked standing face to face with Jesse.
"The wolfy kind… you thought you were out numbered before," he laughed. I don't get it. I try to see. I hop out of the car and balance on my good leg. I see the man who he is talking to. It is Jacob Black, the man my mother used to be in love with. She had shown me everything using her gift. His eyes dart to me then back to Jesse and his expression changes to a rage and before I can say anything Jabob Black socks Jesse Uley in the face. I put my hands to my face.
"Oh my god! What are you doing!" I freak out and take a step but my knee cranks and I cry out almost falling.
"Emma!" My mother jumps out of the car that Jacob Black had been in and goes to me, " what's wrong?" she asks me.
"What are you doing here?" I ask my mom and she helps me away from the two men who are know scuffling.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here? And what is wrong with your leg?"
"I was riding my bike and I hurt me knee, Nessie—make them stop!" I yell, Jacob was really pounding the hell out of Jesse.
"Jake come on, that is enough!" Nessie said leaning me against her car and got between the guys and they stopped.
"Black, you are a freak!" Jesse said.
"Stay away from her!" Jacob said pointing at Jesse. "One finger and I will kill you!"
"You have no control over who the hell I see, who do you think you are. My father?" Jesse said moving to get back in Jacob's face but Nessie pushes them apart.
"Not your father that's for sure but—,"
"Jacob, get in the car, now!" Nessie yells, interrupting him and then looked to Jesse, "get in your truck and drive the other way… Men! MEN! I don't know why I bother. Becca and Eli are on to something," Nessie mumbles and helps me away to her car and I sigh waving at Jesse who gives me a little nod.
Review please ^^ Sorry for the lapse in writing. I had some business to take care of. I won't get into it because it is not related to this story.