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A/N: A series of vignettes set during either Twilight or New Moon, from prompts given by members of Topaz & Debussy over on LJ.
This one's for KatieLibertine. Thanks for the delicious Jacob Black prompt!
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It was hard, thought Jake, to be Jacob Black.
He watched his pale friend surreptitiously from his crouched position behind the dingy motorcycle, noticing how she'd managed to get a large smear of grease on her forehead. She hadn't even been near any motor grease, but that was Bella.
She was perched precariously atop the workbench over him, staring distantly off into air, a faraway look on her face. These little moments- the way her face looked as she stared, like her soul had been brutally sucked out of her- these moments Jake hated. Every time he caught her at it, looking as if she was dead to everything, Jacob hated Edward Cullen with renewed passion.
Someday, he thought sullenly, he'd get Cullen back for all this. It wasn't fair to Bella, having left her like this.
It wasn't fair to him, having her like this.
Not that he had her. Jake cursed rapidly in a dark corner of his brain. They were friends.
For now.
Maybe.
"Jake? What's wrong?"
His head shot up. Bella looked at him nervously, and he covered what must have been a stone glare with a laugh.
"Just trying to figure out these wires," he replied, managing to sound nonplussed.
"Oh," she said, her voice small. She smiled though, and it lit up her face like a sunrise.
"I'm so glad we're doing this, Jake."
He tried to smile back, nodded, then ducked down undercover again.
Maybe the one losing his soul was him.