Chapter Fourteen
Jasper and Alice helped me move. It had been two and a half months for Jacob and I, and now Emmett was in jail. He'd only be serving six months, but we would be safe after that, seeing as he didn't know where Jacob lived. It had been Jacob to suggest my moving in, and I didn't mind. I wouldn't be able to afford the apartment now, so I had said yes. Bella and Edward also knew about what had happened between Emmett and I, and I had told our parents. They were not happy about it at all, and now my father didn't know my name and I hadn't heard from my mother (who used to call every Saturday) since.
Jacob enjoyed spending time with Jasper and Alice, but not Edward and Bella. I didn't know why, and didn't ask. Out of his friends, I enjoyed Sam and Emily's company above the others, but sometimes they had a tad bit too much affection. Paul and Rachel were scheduled to be married in a month. Jacob was going to be the best man, and to my surprise, I was a bride's maid. Alice was through her first six weeks of being pregnant and already Jasper was suffering. Jacob and I had had our first fight and made it through unharmed, so we figured we were doing pretty well. We also had sex four nights a week (which was low for me), and if it was a good week, that turned to five.
Today we were celebrating Alice and Jasper's sixth anniversary (we never celebrated birthdays). We were at their house along with Edward and Bella. They cooked dinner for us, which was a bit odd. Alice never cooked for more than two people. Maybe she was just practicing. So far we were just talking about life, and later we were going to go to a movie, though we still didn't know which movie.
"You know, I think it's just Rose," Bella said loudly. From the tone of her voice I could figure out where her statement was headed. I looked at Edward as if to tell him to make her stop. "But every relationship she's in becomes known for unanswered calls due to-"
"Bella, would you like some more food?" Alice interjected quickly. She forgot her statement and nodded. I mouthed my thanks to Alice. We didn't talk about Emmett anymore because of obvious reasons. Bella was drunk so she was bound to forget. Damned lightweights.
"I was thinking Valkyrie," Jacob said. He was a horror or adventure guy. He didn't like funny or sad too much which sat well with me.
"I know Bella wanted to see Seven Pounds," Alice said. Jacob and I, along with Jasper and Edward, shook our heads. We weren't sad movie likers either. Something told me we weren't all going to go see the same movie. That was the good thing about my friends. We could make plans to see something together, and then change said plans at the last minute with no hard feelings.
"How about The Spirit?" Jasper suggested. Jacob and I shook our heads. We had already seen that. It was good, but not as good as we thought it would be. Not worth seeing again.
"Why don't we just go see different movies?" I said. I wanted to see Valkyrie as well, and I doubt anyone one else did. Everyone seemed to think this one through and nodded their heads. "Jacob and I are going to see Valkyrie then," I said, getting my wallet from the counter. "It starts soon, so we should head out," I said, taking his hand next. They all said their goodbyes and we left.
"Thank you," he said, leaning down and kissing my cheek. I looked up at him.
"For what?" I asked. Sometimes he confused me, but I didn't mind.
"It was getting hard for me in there," he said, nodding his head lightly, as if listening to music.
"Because of Bella and Edward?" I asked, wanting to clarify. He shook his head.
"I'm allergic to cats," he said, still looking ahead, nodding his head in the same fashion. I laughed and patted his forearm.
"Is that why you looked like you were going to cry?" I asked him. He suddenly stopped nodding his head and looked down at me.
"I did not," he said firmly, then continued walking. I raised my hands in mock surrender.
"Alright, but if I must say, it was very cute," I said, catching up with him. I walked ahead of him to the elevator.
"Well if you had said that…" he trailed off.
A while later (I didn't know how long the movie was) we walked to my car. It had taken him a while to learn how to drive it, what with it being so "sensitive" and "only liking me", and he still didn't like driving it. He insisted that it hated him, so I got to drive us everywhere.
It was Saturday, and we both had the next day off, so we did our Saturday night ritual. We pulled out the Monopoly board. He had insisted on a rematch, and so it turned into a ritual. So far we had each won an equal amount of games. Tonight I wanted to win to gain the higher score again.
Seven hours later, putting us at six in the morning, he won. Barely. We didn't clean the board up, we were too tired for that. We just went upstairs to get some sleep.
We slept until four in the afternoon. We realized this when we went downstairs and had three messages from Paul and Rachel. We were supposed to have met them for dress fittings and tux fittings at noon.
"It's thirty 'till, and you guys aren't here, just calling to see if you were going to make it, thanks, bye," was the first one from Rachel.
"Guys, noon, where are you?" was from Paul.
"So I guess you guys are busy, or sleeping, or lost somewhere." Rachel.
I looked at Jacob and shrugged my shoulders. "Oops," I said. "I guess we're going to have to reschedule," I said. I didn't even know what the dress was going to look like, but I knew it should fit.
"Paul's gonna be pissed," he said. I had heard stories of Paul's temper before. Once, he had broken Jacob's nose because Sam had told Paul that he needed to calm down. Paul had insisted that he was fine, and proceeded to break Jacob's nose. I heard something happened to Sam, but I didn't know what. I didn't want to know.
"Oh, he probably won't show it outwards, just… He'll be pissed," Jacob said hurriedly, putting his hands on my shoulders. "You looked worried," he said, squeezing a little. I nodded my head.
"Only a little. I remember the story about when Sam told him that he needed to calm down. I don't want my nose to be broken," I said, putting my hand up to my nose. He laughed. "It would ruin my face," I said, honestly a little sad at the thought.
"Nothing could ruin your face," he said, kissing my forehead. God, I think I actually loved him. I smiled.
"Alright, if you say so. But you're calling them," I said, handing him the phone and heading to the TV. I sat down and turned it on. The last movie we had in was Raiders of the Lost Arc, so I started it again. I could hear Jacob on the phone, and turned down the volume. I leaned over the back of the couch, looking at him upside down.
"No Paul, we played Monopoly until six this morning, and didn't get to sleep until six thirty because she insisted on taking a shower," he winked at me. I had taken a shower.
"No, Paul, you idiot, she took it alone," he said, rolling his eyes. It was very weird, yet entertaining, watching him while I was upside down. Paul always assumed the worst from everyone.
"Whatever, Paul, as if you and Rachel are any better," Jacob said, laughing a little. He added quickly to his statement, "No, I don't want any details, jerk. Just call us when you want us to come in," he said.
"Yeah, talk to you later," he hung up. He walked over to me and sat in the corner. I stayed hanging off the back of the couch. It was relaxing. He touched my stomach (which was bare because my tank top didn't stretch with my body) with his fingertips and I shot right side up immediately.
"You're ticklish?!" he asked, excitement brewing in his eyes. My eyes widened in response. Hardly anyone knew, and I liked keeping it that way.
"No," I lied horribly. He got an evil grin on his face.
"You so are," he said. He tackled me on the couch so that he was straddling me. He attacked me, tickling my stomach furiously. I laughed and tried to scream at the same time, but it didn't work. The laughter was much more prevalent.
Five minutes of torture later I had somehow gotten him to stop. He put in I Know What You Did Last Summer and he sat down on the couch. I was on the other side. I didn't want to go through that again. He just looked at the screen.
"You know, avoiding me will only temp me more, honey," he said with an even voice. I sighed and went to his side of the couch. Once I was settled, he smiled. "Much better."
Half way through the movie my stomach growled. Usually Jacob and I ordered out, but I felt too hungry to wait. And I really didn't want to leave the house. It was cold outside.
"I'm going to go raid the kitchen," I said, patting his thigh. I stood up, and he paused the movie. I looked at him curiously.
"All I'm saying is the last time you raided the kitchen you got flour and honey all over, and I still don't know how you managed that. I'm just making sure you don't ruin the place again," he said. I rolled my eyes and made my way to the kitchen.
All I found was ramen. He didn't have any flour, or else I would have spread it everywhere just to get back at him. After I cooked some for myself we went back to the couch. I got two bites in before he stole the rest of it. I had accepted the fact that "my food" would not be my food for long if he was around.
As Jennifer Love Hewitt ran for her life from the killer, I got thirsty. I got up and opened a can of Ginger Ale, then sat back down.
"You forgot your soda," Jacob whispered in my ear, looking at the TV. I was about to tell him that I didn't, but lo and behold, it was on the counter. I sighed, got up and went over to grab it, then sat down on the couch again. "Can I have a sip?" he whispered again. I rolled my eyes and handed him the can. I got it back half empty. I was used to it.
It was what our first fight was about. So we had settled it. Every time he ate all my food, he would buy me a pair of shoes. And he knew when he'd have to buy me shoes too, so I was going to be getting some within the next week. It was a good deal.
"I always thought this had a lame ending. Honestly, it's like they make every horror movie with the intention of a sequel, which is always worse and never has the same actors," he said as the movie finished. I smiled up at him.
"I love it when you rant," I said. I got up and put the movie back in its case. I looked at his collection. We had seen all these movies, and a few many times over. "You need a better movie collection," I said, my voice flat. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm broke," he said, coming to stand next to me. I walked to the door, grabbing my keys and putting a jacket on. "Where are you going?" he asked me wearily.
"We are going to Wal Mart," I said, matter of factly. They always had a five dollar movie bin. I loved it. He grabbed his coat. We took separate cars. I won.
Every time we were going to the same place, but took separate cars, it was a race. Whoever won got something of their choosing, and that was that.
I waited for him at the front of the store and he arrived five minutes later.
"I got stuck at a red light," he said. His hands were in his pockets. I laughed and made my way to the movie section.
We walked out of the store with a grand total of fifty three movies. Most were from the five dollar bin, but we got some newly released ones like The Dark Knight and Eagle Eye. We had heard only bad things about the latter of the two, but we figured, "why not?"
We got home and put in The Dark Knight. I fell asleep on the couch.
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