Slight Lemons in the next chapter. Sorry for keeping you all waiting. I've been pretty busy lately.
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilgiht, I am not Stephenie Meyer.
CHAPTER 14: MY TRUCK
My mother was sprawled across her bed reading some romance, mystery novel, the kind you can find for a dollar at the local grocery store. Her newest obsession, considering cooking wasn't exactly one of her many talents. Walking into her bedroom, I stood in the door way, smiling at her. Her eyes darted from left to right, and her hand was clasped over her mouth. She didn't hear me come in.
"Mom?" I called softly.
She removed her hand from her mouth and held up her index finger. "Uh-huh?" she asked once she finished her paragraph.
"I was just wondering… do you remember Jacob Black? He's Billy Black's son. Charlie's friend Billy." I began fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.
"Yes," she drew out the word, "what about him?"
"He's coming by to work on my truck in a few minutes, is that okay?"
"Of course, but does he know enough about cars? I can always help you take the truck to the mechanic."
"No thanks, Jake knows a lot about cars. In fact, he's building one. A Volkswagen rabbit."
"Ah! Well that's good." She wasn't paying much attention to me anymore. Her attention was brought back to her book.
"Okay, see you later."
She waved me away.
I rushed quickly to the bathroom to brush my teeth and fix my hair. While trying to brush out all the knots, I heard the low knock on my front door. I skipped down stairs nervously to answer it.
I didn't know why I was nervous. After all, it was just Jake. We were friends, and I didn't really think of him as anything more. Besides, I had my Edward. He was all the man I would ever need.
As I opened the front door, Jacob was perched against one of the pillars in front of my door, wearing a black muscle shirt and some dirty, faded jeans.
"Hey, Jake." I said, walking over to him.
"Hey. So, I brought my tools, do you have the keys?" He moved closer to me.
I fumbled quickly for the keys in my pocket and dropped them as soon as I got them out. Blushing I bent over to pick them up. It was Jacob's close proximity that made my fingers suddenly slippery.
"Sorry." I said, not meeting his deep dark eyes.
He chuckled softly as I handed him my keys.
Turning away from me, he walked over to the truck. I was a little embarrassed because as soon as he opened the door, it made a loud cracking noise.
"Be careful," I called as I casually leaned against the back fender. "My truck is old, you need to be patient."
"Sure sure," he called as he popped open the hood.
"Do you want something to drink? We have some iced tea in the fridge," I asked after a few minutes of watching Jake work under the hood. I didn't know much about cars, so watching him was just as boring as reading a car magazine.
"Yeah, thanks." He grabbed a dirty rag from his back pocket before turning to face me.
My eyes momentarily danced over his body before I turned towards my front door. He was very lean and very tall, but there was something very sexy about the way he held himself. His muscles tightened and relaxed while he tried to wipe off the black oil that stained his fingers and arms. I gulped and tried to shake the image from my head.
As soon as I was back on the threshold I stopped instantly in my steps. There, parked in front of my house, was a shiny silver Volvo. I groaned loudly as I walked down the front steps. Edward peered out at me from beside Jacob. They obviously hadn't said anything to each other since he arrived. By the looks of it, they both had pumped out their chests, and were trying to size each other up. I groaned again.
"What are you doing here?" I asked Edwards as I handed Jacob his iced tea.
"Would you like me to leave?" Edward asked in a calm low voice.
"No! I was just… wondering."
"Just thought I'd keep you some company. I know how boring cars are for you." Edward shot Jake a smug look. I kept my eyes narrowed until he looked back at me. Once Edward noticed my expression, he cleared his face.
"Thanks. Would you like something to drink?" I asked sarcastically.
"Water is fine."
I rolled my eyes. "Edward, can you help with that water, I'd like a word with you."
I saw Jake smile widely at Edward before he turned his attention back to the truck.
"I know you don't like Jake," I said to Edward as soon as we were safely in the kitchen, "but you don't have to come to my house to be mean to him. You can do that at school."
"I'm not here to be mean. I'm just here for support."
"Support? Support for what?"
"For you, silly," he said as he tapped his finger softly against my nose. "Just in case he tries to make a move on you, I'll be here to set him straight."
"Why would Jake try to make a move on me? He knows you're my boyfriend."
"I don't think that would stop him."
Edward took the glass of water from my hand and quickly gulped it down. I sighed before taking his hand and heading back towards the front yard.
As soon as Edward and I were off the porch, Jacob was already in the front seat, trying to start the engine. It wouldn't catch.
"Bells!" he called. I heard Edward growl menacingly from beside me. I looked up at him alarmed.
"He called you 'Bells,'" was all he said.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to Jacob.
"What's up?" I asked, standing next to him.
"Here, start the engine when I tell you." He walked away from the cab and ducked back under the hood. I climbed into the front seat with some effort. My truck smelled like oil and mints, with a slight freesia fragrance. I had forgotten how much I missed my truck.
"Now," Jacob called.
Turning the key in the ignition, it took a couple of takes before it finally caught and roared to life. Roaring was probably an understatement. My truck was a beast.
"Excellent!" I called as soon as I jumped out of the cab.
Jacob walked over to me and offered a high five. But instead of just slapping my hand and moving away, as soon as our hands touched he laced his fingers with mine and smiled. I blushed furiously and pulled my hand away.
"It works!" My mother called from the porch.
I stepped away from Jacob to peer at my mom over the trunk. She was standing beside a very furious Edward. Nothing ever missed his eyes.
"Hello, Edward," she greeted him politely. "Hi, Jake! I haven't seen you in quite a while. How's your father?"
"He's great, thanks. Charlie's good too." Jacob gave my mother a wink.
"Ha-ha," she faked a laugh. "Well, you are quite the little mechanic, aren't you? Lucky Bella made such a talented friend." And she winked at me. Edward's eyes narrowed even further. I tried my best to avoid his gaze.
"Well, it was nice seeing you Renee, but I've got to go. Billy doesn't want me out late." Jacob cast his eyes over to me. "I'll see you. I'll see you at school."
"See you," I smiled.
With that, Jacob nodded politely towards Edward and my mom before heading over to a small black car.
"Who's car is that?" I asked as I watched him duck into the driver's seat. It was a wonder how he fit, he was so tall.
"It belongs to a friend of mine," he called back through the window. "I borrowed it."
I laughed as I waved him off.
"Well," my mom called from the porch. "Now you won't need a ride to the book store, the market or school anymore." I didn't miss the way she threw a concerned glance at Edward. I was sure he didn't miss it either, but I didn't check to make sure. "Don't forget you're grounded, Bella. I want you inside in five minutes."
Once my mother disappeared through the front door, Edward walked over to where I was standing beside the truck. He stood in front of me and placed is palms on the truck, each hand on either side of my head. As he leaned towards me, my eyes half closed and my head began to swim. No matter how many times I've kissed Edward, not to mention being intimate with him, I could never seem to get used to his dazzling.
"Breathe, Bella," he cooed against my lips.
My breath came out in a gasp moments before he pressed his lips softly against mine.
My hands instantly reached up and tangled themselves in his hair, pulling him closer to me so I could deepen the kiss.
Edward gently cradled my head in his hands before carefully pulling his face away from mine.
"What?" I breathed, slightly dazed.
"We shouldn't do this in front of your mother."
"Huh?" I glanced quickly at the front door. My mother was nowhere in sight. "She's in her room, she can't see us."
"I'm pretty sure she's peeking at us through the kitchen window," he said, only centimeters away from my face. My eyes began to glaze over as I watched him lick his lips, his eyes on my mouth.
"I don't care," I gasped as I tried to pull his face towards mine again. He ignored my struggle and held my head firmly away. If only he wasn't so damn strong.
"Your mother, love."
Feeling defeated, I glanced towards the kitchen window. As soon as my eyes locked on the shiny glass, I saw the curtain move. It closed. "Ugh!" I gasped surprised. "I can't believe she would spy on me!"
Edward chuckled softly before placing his lips against mine once more and moving away.
"I'll call you tonight," he called as he walked casually towards his Volvo.
"Alright," I said, still a bit dazed.
I watched Edward speed down the street before I turned back towards my house. Once inside, I went straight to my room. Having Edward leave so early always put a sudden emptiness in my stomach. It made me feel so alone when I watched him leave. If it were at all possible, I would have him sneak into my room every night, just so he could lay with me until I fell asleep. I didn't feel at home without him. He was my only home, and would always be my only home. Forever.
I sighed sadly as I lay down on my bed.
Suddenly, my phone vibrated in my pocket. Flipping it open, I saw it was Edward.
"It's not quite night time yet, but I appreciate your anticipation," I said smugly.
"I miss you already. I hate leaving you," he said quietly. "If I could, I'd kidnap you and bring you home with me every night."
I chuckled.
"What do you say you sneak out of your window for some alone time tonight?" he asked.
"Edward, I can't. My mom will find out and then send me to Charlie's house. She's threatened me already."
"Just wait until after you mom does her nightly bedtime check, before you sneak out. I have an idea of a nice night for just you and me."
"You know I'd love to, but I don't know, Edward. What if she does find out? Then we'll never be able to see each other."
"Please?" he asked in that velvety voice I couldn't resist.
"…alright. But if she finds out, I'm going to kill you."
"I'll gladly let you try. Now, do you want to hear my ideas, or would you rather wait for a surprise."
"No, I'd rather hear them now." He knew how much I hated surprises.
"I was thinking, I could kidnap you and your truck, and we'd drive to special spot I know of that looks over a large green meadow. We can lie in the trunk together with some cozy blankets and thick pillows, listen to some smooth jazz, relax, and cuddle. What do you say?"
I smiled widely before answering. "That sounds… lovely, Edward. But there's just one problem. How the hell are we going to steal my truck? In case you didn't notice this evening, my truck sounds like I dyeing dinosaur when you start the engine. My mom would hear it a mile away."
He chuckled, no evidence of concern in his voice. "I've already figure that part out. We can put the truck in neutral and push it halfway down your street, and then start the engine."
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I'm serious."
"Edward, have you seen the size of that truck? It's going to take a lot of muscle power to push it down the street."
"Don't worry. I think I might be strong enough to push not only my weight, but yours as well. But if my plan doesn't work, then we'll just forget about it. Though, it's worth a try don't you think?"
"Yes, it is. Let's do it!"
"Wonderful," he sighed happily. "I'll call you again before midnight. I love you."
"Me too, bye."
"Bye."
I couldn't help but laugh when I wrote the part where Edward gulps down the water. Its so weird to write him as a human. Ironic, even.
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