/La Sun/ by Rosaleah
Section: Drables
Group/clan/family/coven: Wolfpack
"We should start a band"
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
"I could be the bassist, Kim can teach me."
Jared turnes his head and squints his eyes at Paul, who is laying on his back with eyes closed, sun rays falling on his skin.
One of the few good weathered days in the Rez, the boys decided to spend their time on La Push. Quil and Kim were a few feet in front of them, playing with Seth's new Mitre football.
"The best I could find", Jared remembered Leah smiling and winking at him, proud of the thoughtful gift she got for her younger brother.
It was only the 4 of them. Sam was making whatever alpha errands an alpha had to make, Leah was on a date with some girl from Forks, Jacob working on cars and Embry was studying.
"Does Seth know they took his ball?" Jared askes slowly, weary of what answer Paul will come up with at his use of the word ball. He had enough of his friend's weird attempts at proving his stand-up comedy illuminating gifts.
"Don't think so, he was too busy trying to knit those matching sweaters for him and Sue"(Jared exhales slowly, relaxed)"We could ask him to make some with our feature band logo".
"Internal slap face" Jared says with a robotic voice.
"What? It's a good idea."
"Ok, say we make band. What genre will we be?"
"Metal"
"What kind of metal?"
"I don't know man, metal, we'll just go with the flow." at which Jared can't help but roll his eyes.
"And what am I going to do?"
"You can play the castanets and spit some raps"
"Raps?"
"Yeah, we can start with rap-metal!"
"Are you trying to make me the next Mike Shinoda or something?"
"More like the next Megan Thee Stallion" he smirks, slapping Jared's ass.
Jared threw a fist-full of sand on Paul's face, a good chunk of it filling his mouth, before he started running away from the huge wolf that was right on his wet sand trails.
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