Chapter THREE - Motorcycling with Jacob
Lets just clear something up: the title for the story Viva e lasci il dado means live and let die and is in ITALIAN- the reason that it is in Italian will come later in the story. If you are a clever cookie then you may figure it out.
Oh yes, and I realise that the moments are going to be out of order, but that is mostly for convenience.
Also if you don't find this chapter all that good, you may blame my extreme dislike for Jacob…
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything of the Twilight series by the oh so talented Stephenie Meyer.
We good now?
Cool beans. :)
(Oh and one more thing… if you have ever listened to "This is Miami" by Slander Klienenberg, do you notice that the first think that he sings is this is NOT Miami and then for about a minute after all of the other cities he sings like 10 times this IS Miami… I always thought that was stupid. However I do love the song.)
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There was only the soft hum of Edward's Volvo as we drove to the borderline of the La Push area. I felt as if there was nothing to say, or if I did say something, then I would have regretted it. I wanted to apologise for putting Edward in an uncomfortable position, but when I tried to he told me, "This is your life, Bella. Just because I dislike one of your friends, that doesn't mean that I will forbid you from seeing him for the last time."
Jake was there with both motorbikes at the borderline. Edward helped me out of the car, and kissed me very quickly on the lips, looked deeply into my eyes and whispered, "Please, be careful."
"I will." I promised.
After the car disappeared, Jacob tossed a helmet towards me,
"Safety first." he joked.
"Ha." I replied sarcastically
It had been a long time since I last attempted riding a motorcycling and something I would ather have forgotten, but it was something that Jacob and I really connected with. I hopped onto the bike, nearly falling over the other side. Jacob muttered something about "not even starting the engine yet" and helped me onto the bike correctly.
"So, do you remember how to use the gears?"
"Yes," I replied, confidently, starting the engine, the bike rumbled below me, "I think I'm ready to go." I said, tilting forward as I had seen the people in the movies do.
"That's great, Bella. But, first you have to take your hand off the brake so we can actually go."
"Ah," I said, looking down at the brake handle, my knuckles white around the handlebars. I slowly released my hand and felt the circulation move through them.
"Now you're ready," said Jacob, starting his motorbike, "First one to that sign wins."
"You're on." I said
"3...2...1...GO!"
The motorbike lurched forward but surprisingly, I held on to lose to Jacob by a far margin.
We rode for a few hours until it was nearly time to meet Angela and Jessica in Port Angeles.
"I'm sorry, Jake, but I have to-"
I didn't even get to finish my sentence because Jacob had me in an embrace so tight I could barely breathe.
"Jake-" I squeaked out,
"I love you, Bella. Remember that." He said, loosening his tight grip.
"I love you, too. I will miss you, you know."
Jacob sighed, "Yeah, I think I will miss you too."
"You think?" I said, teasingly.
"Well, I'm not sure what I will miss; it's really a toss up between your clumsiness and your poor motorbike riding skills."
I laughed.
"No, That's what I'm going to miss the most."
Tears were threatening to fall out of both our eyes. I turned my head to find Edward's Volvo in the distance, "Well, goodbye, Jacob." I said, escaping the clasp reluctantly.
Jacob was turned around focusing himself on his motorbike, "Goodbye, Bella." he whispered, his voice breaking.
I turned on my heel and walked quickly to Edward's car. Once in the car, I closed my eyes, leaned back into my seat and sighed. Edward lightly traced a large scrape on the inside of my forearm, from tripping on the gravel road.
"Are you alright?" whispered Edward, grabbing my hand.
I opened my eyes, "Yes," I said, squeezing his cool hand back, understanding that he wasn't just talking about the scar.
"I believe that Alice has requested your presence at our house."
"To get me ready?" I guessed the rest of his answer.
Edward chuckled and stopped the car engine, we are here already? I thought
"Yes," said Edward leaning in to kiss me on the forehead.
"Fantastic." I said
Suddenly, the car door opened and I was lifted out of the car swiftly by Alice. "We have a lot of work to do, look at your hair, Bella! Get into the shower immediately."
"Yes, ma'am." I said and entered the elegant Cullen bathroom.
I opened the shower screen to see a short black dress hanging on the door handle, I took it gratefully, reminding myself to thank Alice later for somehow always choosing the right thing for me to wear and entered Alice's bedroom.
"Alice, I think it would be best if you did my hair." I said.
"Yes, it would." She said and ushered me into a chair.
It only took her a matter of seconds to get my hair into a slightly messy bun, but somehow perfect too.
"Thank you." I said standing up and looking at myself in the mirror.
There was a quiet knock on the door and Edward sauntered in, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders.
"You look beautiful." He said into my ear.
"Thanks." I said, blushing.
He took my hand and led me out of the room and down the stairs, carefully. We passed Emmett playing Guitar Hero in the living room, the computerized crowd cheering; "You rock!" said a voice.
"I know," said Emmett, waving and blowing kisses to the pretend crowd, I giggled and he turned around, "Wow, Bella, you look nice. Have fun tonight."
I smiled and felt my face heat up again, "Thanks, I will."
"Edward, remember, Alice will want that dress back in one piece, so don't you guys get too rowdy…" said Emmett, suggestively.
"Emmett!" I exclaimed, blushing even more.
We walked out the door with the sound of Emmett's laughter following us.
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