Your Love's A Drug
A/N: Alright! So, as a thank you for giving me so many reviews, so quickly, I decided to update early...like really early. Ahahaha um...after this...I will start working on WBT which is a codename for a little project that I am working on! Ahahaha um...yeah, so please enjoy! And please review! Keep in mind...that I was trying not to make this sad. Um...so yeah...still looking for someone to write with! Hit me up if you want to write with me! I actually have a few people in mind...I might just send them a message! Ahahaha so yes! Read, and enjoy!
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Jake's POV
A Month Later...
A month...that's how long it's been since that night. I haven't heard from, or even seen, Paul the entire time. To be completely honest...I'm not sure if I want to see him. I mean seriously, what do you expect? You just told me, in fact he showed me, that he was indeed a werewolf. And on top of that, you tell me that my bio lad partner is a vampire? Seriously? A vampire kissed me...what does that mean? Is he going to try and bite me?
All these question ran through my mind within the course of this past month. Here I am now, in the middle of May, still freaking out. I had tried my best to avoid Emmett around school, but it seemed to be a failed effort by the time that sixth period rolled around. I had asked if I could switch lab partners, but my teacher is such a douche monster, it's not even funny. In short, I avoided him until sixth period. When that time came, I just sat quietly in my seat, only talking when it was absolutely necessary. I had also been avoiding Bella, since Emmett seems to be her friend. Instead I began hanging out with a new group of friends. But then...in the middle of bio yesterday, as I watched Emmett complete another group exercise by himself, I began to think about something; if Emmett is a vampire...then does that mean that the rest of the Cullens are vampires too?
I looked at Emmett, who sat next to me with his eyes on the teacher as he went over some lesson. He occasionally looked down at his notebook as he scribbled down some notes. I didn't bother to take notes in this class. I know that it sounds bad, but I usually just let Emmett do all of the work since we were always working with partners in this class. He didn't mind it, so I just let it happen. As the teacher finished up and handed out yet ANOTHER partner worksheet, I decided to break the one month silence and ask Emmett about the truth. I'm just gonna be straight up and demand the truth.
I patiently waited for him to finish the assignment and push it towards the center of the table-top. Nows my chance.
"So Emmett..." I began, trying to act as though I wasn't going to drop a bomb right now, but I managed to get him to look at me.
"Well well well, look who finally decided to have a conversation." He said with a playful grin on his face.
"Ha ha, you're fucking hilarious." I said sarcastically and he let out a husky chuckle. But it wasn't husky like Paul's husky. It was more of a smooth and silky husky. Strange... "So...are you a vampire?" I dropped my voice down to an insanely low whisper.
Shock was the only visible emotion on his face, but even that only lasted for a few seconds before he was able to collect himself and put on his usual cool facade.
"Did the wolf-boy tell you?" He asked in a naturally calm and cool voice that matched his expression.
"No. I googled your name and under occupation, it said vampire." I said sarcastically, taking his response as a yes to my first question. "So you know about him too?"
"Yup, I do." Then his amazingly golden eyes came to lock with mine, "You haven't been talking to him, right?"
"Wha...how did you know that?" I asked, starting to get just a tad creeped out as I imagined Emmett watching me from a distance.
He leaned in towards my side of the lab station as he whispered, "Because you stopped smelling like wet dog awhile ago."
"What! I did not smell like wet dog!" I said just a little to loud because I got a few strange looks from people around us.
Emmett was trying hard to control his laughter in his seat and was eventually able to tame it, "Well...the wolves smell like wet dog to vampires. And we smell pretty bad to them too." He shrugged, "So, why haven't you and the dog been talking?"
"Well...I'm scared." I spoke softly, but before I could go on to explain, the bell rang and I used this as my excuse to escape from further interrogation. I was quick as I gathered my things and ran out of the classroom. It didn't take long before I was walking through the parking lot to get to my mom's car. She was sitting behind the wheel as I settled in the passenger's seat.
"How was school?" She asked as we began driving out of the parking lot, but got stuck behind the line of cars also waiting to get out.
"It was...full of thoughts." I said absentmindedly as I looked out the window and saw Emmett talking with the pretty blond, was her name Rosalie?
Emmett's POV
"You're an ass, you know that?" Rosalie spoke in an ice cold tone as she leaned against the rear of her red Mercedes. Looking perfect as always with her long blond locks flowing slightly in the wind.
"Why am I an ass?" I asked as I leaned back against the car next to her.
"Because of what you're doing to that kid." She said as she dove into her black purse and pulled out a compact mirror to check her make-up, I assumed.
"I'm not doing anything to him. I'm just trying to get to know him." I shrugged as I buried my hands in my pockets.
"Em, don't act like I'm a fucking retard." She tore her eyes away from her reflection to glare at me, "Alice, Jasper, and I all saw you kiss him, and Edward heard your thoughts when he had first sat down next to Bella. You can't lie now. We both know why you're doing it."
"Then why don't you tell me Rose, why am I doing this?" I asked smugly, still acting like I didn't know what she was talking about.
"Alright. You really wanna play dumbass, fine." She snapped her mirror closed and threw it back in her bag as she stepped away from her car and in front of me, "You're trying to take him away from the wolf that imprinted on him so that you can fuck with the wolves without getting in trouble. You're using him and it isn't right. What do you think Carlisle would say if he found out about what you're doing?"
She had a point, and she had my reasoning down to the dot. I was just trying to have some fun with the dogs. So what if I had to break some kids heart to have that fun, it didn't matter to me.
"Well," I shrugged as I stood from the rear of the car and walked to the passenger side door, "I guess that we should just make sure that he doesn't find out."
Jake's POV
I thought that I could use some fresh air, so I went for a walk. Ever since I found out about Emmett, my stomach had been feeling queezy. His question really got me. Why haven't I been talking to him. Because I was scared? Scared of what? A wolf that Paul was able to control? Paul would never hurt me...and I sound crazy for thinking that I knew this after only dating him for a few days...but in those few days, he had shown me so much love and passion. It was almost, unreal. I didn't want to believe it, and I found my way out. So I took it. Sure, the wolf was scary, but it was Paul. Regardless, it was Paul. I was less scared of the wolf, and more afraid that I would end up broken hearted in the end.
I kicked a pebble that was in my way as I walked along the road with no particular destination. I just needed to escape from my usual surroundings. I looked around at the gray cloudy sky above my head, then around at the healthy green forest and grassy surroundings that I passed on my unknown journey.
To be completely honest, I miss seeing Paul. I miss being around him. I miss the way that he would hold me in his strong warm arms. I missed his dark chocolate eyes, and the way that they seemed to be able to see into my soul. I missed his strong body pressing against mine as I sleep.
I just...miss him.
I thought about that night on the beach, sitting around the fire, listening to the old stories of the tribe. That was where I learned the truth. I replayed the stories, or at least what I could remember of them, in my head while music was pumping from my iPod through my headphones and into my ears. Eventually I just gave up on the stories and focused on the music.
My skin looks like vanilla
My mouth is made of sugar
Syringes and cupcakes
Give me something sweet
I'm good enough to eat
Oh yeah
You can't stop
Staring at me
You can't stop
I'm good enough to eat
You can't stop
Sticky sweet
You can't stop
Oh
Jeffree Star was playing, and I was happy about this since the last thing that I needed right now was to hear a love song. Then out of nowhere, well technically he came out of the trees, but that's not the point. My point is that there was a dog that looked like a wolf, and it's fur was silver. I immediately thought about Paul. The dog like a miniature version of him while he was a wolf. Now, I checked the dogs neck and found that it had a collar, but it had no tag.
"Hey boy," I smiled as I knelt down and began ruffling the fur on his neck, "are ya lost?" I asked, thanking the lord that he was a nice dog and didn't bite me. He was licking my hand as I began to wonder what Paul would be doing right now, and then the dog whined. Why was it sad? "What's wrong boy?" I asked, even though i wasn't entirely sure if I was using the correct sexual title for the dog. It backed away and barked playfully before running back into the trees.
Straaannnggeee.
Then it hit me like a bus. The one piece of the puzzle that I had been overlooking this whole time.
The imprint.
Could I possibly be Paul's imprint? I mean, really that seemed like the obvious thing to me right now. If I was then...oh God. I fucking rejected him. Oh shit. He must be going through hell right now. I remember Quil Sr. saying that rejection could be fatal.
I had to see him.
Then suddenly, I let my once slow pace speed up to a quick run. My mind really had no real sense of direction when it came to getting to his house, but my heart seemed to know exactly where to go. I had been running for...I don't know, five or ten minutes, before I found myself standing in front of the place that I had been to only twice. The familiar black truck was alone in the driveway, but a seemingly familiar jeep was parked in front of the house on the street. A sudden sense of fear decided to make it's presence known as I took the first step onto his walkway that led to the door.
"Calm down...he needs you. Just go up there, and talk to him." I motivated myself as I continued my way up the path to the door where I pushed the button placed right next to the door on the wall. I began tapping my hand against my thigh as I began waiting for someone to answer the door.
Then it opened, but my form shrugged as I saw the woman whose name I remembered was Emily Young, from when I talked about her with Leah...speaking of Leah, where has she been? I haven't seen her in forever.
"Oh...um? Jacob, right?" She asked, trying to correctly remember my name.
"Yeah, um..." I tried looking past her to see if Paul was around, but I couldn't really see anything but a hallway entrance and the entrance to the kitchen, "is Paul here?"
"Oh..." She stepped aside and beckoned me inside with her hand, "honey I think that you should come inside."
I followed her further into the house, and that's when I saw all of the guy that usually run around La Push shirtless, and they were still shirtless right now, sitting in Paul's living room on his couches. As I made eye contact with all of them, I noticed that Paul wasn't among them, and that's when one of them, Sam of all people, jumped up from their spot on the couch and pulled me into the kitchen. Emily had followed us there.
"How dare you bring your ass to this house after the shit that you pulled!" He growled at me as he got up in my person bubble.
"Sam, calm down." Emily spoke, but she kept a distance from him. "Just, forget about what happened. The important thing is, is that he is here no. Paul has to see him, and you know it."
Sam continued to glare at me before he turned and stomped his way out of the kitchen, letting a long string on curses escape his lips as he made his way out.
Emily let out a sigh as she moved to the counter where a tray of food sat and began arranged some things so that they fit better on the tray.
"He's in pretty bad shape. He hasn't eaten anything ever since the first week after...well you know." She gave a weak smile as she lifted the tray and brought it over to me, "While you try talking to him...can you please, try and get him to eat something?"
I nodded as I took the tray from her, "Of course. Can I see him now?"
She smiled as she beckoned me to follow her and I did. As we exited the kitchen, I didn't miss the glare that Sam was giving me as we passed by and went into the hallway. Emily was standing in front the door that was the furthest down to the left of the hallway. She slowly opened the door, revealing a dark room, so dark that I couldn't really see anything but a big bed that I remembered from the one time that I was in there. I quickly moved into the room and she silently closed the door behind me.
"Em..." A weak voice came from the darkness, "I'm sorry, but I really just want to be alone. I don't have the strength to eat anything."
"Paul," The figure shot up in the bed and turned on the lamp that sat on his nightstand, "I'm sorry."
I let my eyes run over the visible upper half of his body. He had changed so much. His once, golden skin was now strangely pale as if he was sick. His muscles seemed to be non-existent at the moment as his abs, pecs, and biceps seemed to have shrunk. His eyes had dark bags under them, as if he hadn't slept in the longest time. His lips looked dry, and his hair was still short, but dishelved and messy.
"I-It's okay." His voice was hoarse and weak, and it almost seemed like it was hurting him to talk. "I...I missed you, so much." His voice seemed to start shaking, and his eyes began to glisten with the forming tears.
"Paul, please don't cry." I spoke as I stepped closer to the bed, and he brought a trembling hand up to wipe his eyes. "I uh..." I raised the tray in my hands, "I really think that you should eat."
"Okay..." He nodded as he scooted back and leaned his back against the headboard, but even doing this small action seemed to be too much for him.
I moved to the side of the bed that he was on, and sat down on the edge of the bed next to his thighs and rested the tray on my own thighs. I looked down at it and saw that there was a bowl of chicken soup, a sandwich, a cup of orange juice and another filled with water. I picked up the spoon that lay next to the bowl, and dipped it into the soup, taking it out as it was filled with the contents of the soup, putting my hand under it so that it wouldn't drip anywhere. I brought it to Paul's mouth, and he gave me an amused look.
"Open wide." I smiled as he parted his lips to let the spoon inside, and swallow the soup. This continued until almost all of the soup was gone. Paul had never stopped giving me that same happy look and I hadn't stopped smiling. "So, I've been thinking...and I think I realized something."
"And what would that be?" He asked before taking in another spoonful of soup.
I took my bottom lip in-between my teeth as I began mulling over the ways that I could possibly ask him about the imprint.
"That I could possibly...be your imprint." I didn't look up from the bowl of soup.
"You are." I met his gaze, "That's why I'm like this...I just wouldn't live without you. You're my soulmate Jacob Black, and I love you with all of my being. Every ounce of my body, mind, and soul belongs to you. I would do anything for you...anything." He had grabbed my hand and held it with both of his.
"I...can't say that I love you," His face dropped, and he began letting go of my hand, "yet. But I really like you. I can honestly say...that I really do like you Paul Meraz, and I would like it if you would let me take care of you, since I am kinda the reason why you're like this." I spoke in a hopeful voice as I held his happy gaze.
He opened his mouth, but I quickly hushed him as I continued to speak, "Don't say anything. Just finish eating, okay?" I smiled as I handed him the glass of water, which he chugged down quickly, letting out a refreshed, 'ah' when he handed it back to me.
"I think I'm good for now." He gave me his best smile as he patted his stomach, "Still have kind of a weak appetite."
"Oh...I'm sorry." I said as I stood from the bed, bringing the tray up with me, "Um...you should get some rest...I'm gonna go clean up these dishes." I began to walk towards the door.
"Jake, please don't go." I turned to look at his panic struck features, "I don't want to wake up from this dream...I just...I can't." His eyes began watering again, and it really was a heartbreaking sight.
I placed the tray on the nearest flat surface, which happened to be his dresser, and quickly moved to sit in the same spot as before. I gently cupped his cheek with one of my hands and he leaned into the touch, obviously loving the contact.
"Paul...I'm not going anywhere. i'm just going to the kitchen and then I'm coming right back. You're not dreaming...I'm really here." I leaned my face forward until out lips connected in a soft, chaste kiss. I pulled away and looked into his gorgeous eyes, "You're not dreaming. I'll be right back, and when I get back, you better be laying down with your eyes closed." I smiled as I stood again and picked up the tray again, and balanced it with one hand while I opened the door. I stood in the doorway and looked back at him as he now lay on his back on the bed and let out one more, "Be right back." before heading of to the kitchen.
All of the same people were patiently waiting anxiously. All eyes were on me as I walked into their line of vision. I didn't say anything, instead I just moved into the kitchen as I was in a hurry to get back to Paul. As I placed the tray on the counter and carried the dirty dishes to the sink.
"Well, what happened?" Emily asked as she appeared in the kitchen.
"He ate the soup, and drank the water." I turned to look at her as I moved towards the exit of the kitchen, "I'm gonna go back in there to make sure that he is sleeping like I told him to." I gave a half smile before leaving, and rushing back to his bedroom door. Before I stepped inside I heard all of the guys let out sighs of relief.
I smiled once I was inside and saw Paul laying down on his side while his face looked so peaceful and at ease with his eyes closed and every facial muscle relaxed. I went to turn off the lamp, and once I did, I was unexpectedly pulled down onto the bed.
"Even if I'm not dreaming, I still want you to be here when I'm awake." He whispered huskily into my ear as he spooned me from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.
"I'll be here...so get some sleep." I whispered to him as I felt myself drift into a quick sleep of my own.
It felt good to be together again...really good.
A/N: Alright guys! There is a SUPER EARLY UPDATE! Ahaha because I am SERIOUSLY ON A FUCKING ROLL WITH UPDATES! Ahahaha and also, yall got me to 130 reviews! Thanks so much! If I can get 20 reviews, then I will update early again! So, yeah! Review! Ahahaha, so let me know what you thought about it! Still looking for someone to collaborate with...this is getting frustrating kinda...ugh. Ahaha so yeah, review!
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