Uber short Chapter as this song only allowed for the ubbberrrr shortness. The next chapter will be posted within the next two days. Sorry for the wait! And a quick 'thanks' to those who've reviewed the last two chapters, and to those whom have added this story to favourites/alerts.
Inspiration; Short Stack – Drop Dead Gorgeous
"Charlie rang about the truck, Jacob."
"Hmm?"
"He wants to buy it off us. Seems you don't have to have it after all."
Jacob was beside himself. Maybe Billy would buy him that Rabbit he's been looking at getting. But he couldn't help but wonder why Charlie would want it. Charlie already had the police car, so why would he need the truck? Usually, he just drove about the patrol car. He said it was easier then having two cars and having to pay more to just drive himself around. He thought the idea was ridiculous.
Baby everything you say shoots me through the chest
"Why does he want the truck?"
Every time, maybe we can only pray I want to digress
"You remember his daughter Bella?"
"Yeah?" He said, answering too quickly and too excitedly that Billy eyed him cautiously.
And I'm gone to
Pretending this way out to
Here we go again
"She's moved back in with Charlie. He's bought it as a... type of homecoming gift for her."
"Are you serious?! When are you taking it to them? Can I come with you?!"
"Yes. Tonight, and yes. Calm down, Jacob." Billy said, frowning in confusion. Why was Jacob this excited to go to Charlie's? Never before had he been this excited to go to Charlie's and watch a game of baseball on the flat-screen or have dinner; so why was today different?
My dearest to my love,
We write these letters, pump the stereo
Jacob ran to his room to go put on a shirt, jacket and brush his long hair for the first time in four days.
As he emerged from his room, hair neat and him looking very good and clean, Billy scoffed; stifling a laugh.
"What's with the suit?" He joked, chuckling to himself as he started to push his chair towards the door.
"Let's just go." Jacob said with an angered snarl.
Can you turn off the lights and radio?
As they drove, he could only imagine what Bella looked like now; 12 years matured, tall, beautiful back length brown hair that cascaded, deep brown eyes that sparkle when she looks into the sky, plump, rich lips, high cheekbones and a soft touch.
Hope you're drop dead gorgeous.
She'd be perfect. Everything he wanted. Everything he would ever need. She'd be his.
