Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and I own the plot X)
AN: review review review! i'm soooooo sorry that i haven't been updating regularly. But I promise they will get regular pretty darn quick. school is winding down for the term, which means less homework! *SCORE!* anyway, i'm posting this extra long chapter, cause you guys deserve it and because, i didn't know how to end it...so please don't hate on me, if the chapter is really really bad. it's the best i could do with writer's block :( Love you all for the support! Sorry but I like cliff hangers. :)
"Edward! Why aren't you angry? She just insulted me!" Shouted a furious Bella. I heard her clumping around Edward's room, probably getting ready to leave and smirked to myself.
"Bella, calm down. Bree was just speaking her mind like a normal adolescent teenager." Edward said calmly and I heard his light steps trail across the floorboard upstairs and listened to the sound of a leather sofa being sat on.
"I don't care Edward. She had no right to say those things to me." Bella said and I could hear the pout in her voice.
"Bella, women had the right to voice their opinions in the 1920s. I was there." Edward chuckled and I heard the material of their clothes rub together. Okay, maybe not the best description to use. I heard Edward chuckle again and imagined Bella's mouth twist into an exasperated "O". Not long later they started making out and I resorted to humming "pretty woman" a little too loudly.
"I want to go home." said a breathless Bella. Finally. I heard the light steps of Edward followed by the temperamental elephant.
"Bree, shut up." I heard Edward mutter and in my response I imagined myself poking my tongue out at him.
"What was that Edward?" said the temperamental elephant and I heard a Edward mutter something like "I've got hiccups", before opening the door of the front house. What felt like hours later, the tires of Edward's car (I assume) squealed and sped off into the distance. It seemed as though the whole house started to breathe again after holding their breath for so long. Esme resumed to her bustling around in the spare room and Carlisle started to ruffle through whatever paperwork he had. Alice began an obnoxiously loud phone call with someone called Perrine Bruyere, debating veil and train arrangements. Jasper was clicking away at his laptop, updating his website on the Civil War and Emmett and Rosalie were off doing, uh, whatever Emmett and Rosalie do.
I realized that I was the only vampire in the household with nothing to do. So I just sat on my bed, facing my wall and reminisced about the "good ol' days", though that was hardly what I would call it. I remembered Diego and his beautiful smile, and how we first met. I can tell you now that it wasn't one of those cliche meetings about how the girl and guy meet at a cafe or bump into one another and fall madly in love. Though it was a kind of dark first meeting, I couldn't help but chuckle at the memory. I remembered how Riley told us that if we stepped out into the sun we would die, which was such a stereotype, now that you think about it. I remember how Diego and I frolicked in the meadows, both glittering disco balls, laughing at the stupidity of believing such a bogus stereotype. My thoughts moved onto the weeks we spent, preparing for a lost cause against the unknown "yellow eyes".
I lost my train of thought when I heard that familiar heartbeat. Esme had answered the doorbell and it seemed that there was an argument, by the sound of things. I rose from my bed and shuffled down the stairs to see what was going on. Esme was trying to usher everyone into the living room, whilst trying to not look panic-stricken.
"Where is she?" he said in a gruff voice, looking directly at Alice. He was trembling all over, though he still kept a rigid stance.
"Bella isn't here Jacob," Alice said warily and went back to rubbing her temples, like she had a head ache. Edward stepped out of the shadows and Jacob bared his teeth, thought that wasn't the only thing that was bare (if you're getting my gist).
"He wants Bree." Edward said in a calm voice and might have sounded a little relieved. Jacob on the other hand clearly looked annoyed and shifted from foot to foot.
"Yes." he said through a clenched jaw, probably biting back a few choice words. Edward nodded, yet he didn't make eye contact with me. Tension was brewing between Edward and Jacob, so I decided to intervene.
"Hello Jacob," I said graciously and walked over to stand in the crossfire zone of daggers. At the sound of my voice, Jacob's eyes turned on me and his rigid frame relaxed. Edward snorted and Jacob immediately straightened his back, under Edward's scrutiny.
"I want to talk to you" Jacob said seriously and I tensed. Everyone took his words as a cue to leave.
"I'm going for a quick feed." Rosalie chimed and went to put on her sneakers. Alice put in a "me too," and Jasper followed them both outside. Jacob gagged playfully. I rolled my eyes at him and padded bare foot to the kitchen. His heavy steps trailed after me and plonked himself on the bar stool. I walked over to the over sized fridge and opened one of the doors.
"Sandwich?" I asked and he nodded almost thoughtfully in response. I rummaged through the fridge for the butter and ham. As I was scanning the shelves I came across some lettuce, cheese, tomato and cucumber, of which I added to the pile. I shut the fridge door and skipped to the pantry to retrieve the bread. I could feel his gaze on my back and turned around. He smiled oddly at me and I cautiously smiled back.
"You were with me yesterday." He said as I began preparing the sandwich. I stacked the sandwich high, because he looked like one of those guys who could eat a horse (literally). I placed it in front of him before I answered and wiped my hands of a dish rag.
"Yes, I was there with Carlisle." I said innocently, though he and I both knew that wasn't what he was referring to. He took a bite out of his sandwich waiting for me to say more, but I didn't.
"You know I felt your presence the whole time you were there." He said, studying my reaction. I was surprised, and I guess that showed on my face because he had a faint smile. "So is that you're special ability?" He said politely and I shrugged.
"I'm not really sure. It's never happened before, only after I met you." I said freely and began preparing my sandwich. The familiar scent of bread made my mouth water.
"I also saw what you did to Bella." he held up his hand when I was about to speak and continued on. "That wasn't very nice Bree, no matter what the issue was about. Physical violence never solves anything." He said dutifully
"Not where I come from." I muttered as he took another mouthful of his sandwich. I glared at the sandwich, determined not to make eye contact with him. I couldn't resist after a few loud minutes and peeked up at his face. As soon as our eyes made contact he smiled warily. "Are you gonna eat that?" he said and deliberately flicked his eyes to the sandwich.
"It's a sandwich, of course I'm gonna eat it." I said and took a bite out of my sandwich looking straight at him. His mouth popped open and I couldn't help but giggle. "Why are you looking at me like that?" I said, stifling a giggle.
"I thought bl- i mean vampires only drank blood." Jacob said scrunching up his nose. I frowned playfully and nudged him.
"Of course I drink blood, but I can also stomach human food. Probably another thing I didn't know about myself." I mused and went back to eating my sandwhich, while Jacob openly stared at me in awe. We sat in comfortable silence and I couldn't help but question our relationship. Everything between Jacob and I was so hot and cold. One time he'd be teasing me, the next we'd be bickering and that was shortly followed by him staring at me like I was some sort of guardian angel. It was very confusing.
"Bree, there is something I would like to ask you," Jacob said after moments of opening and closing his mouth, like he was trying to say something very difficult. See what I mean, we were going from sandwiches to questions. Very, confusing.
"Go ahead. Shoot." I said, placing both our dishes in the dishwasher and turning it on. He was still sitting on the bar stool and I had moved and placed my elbows on the island in the kitchen staring at him, watching his every move. He cleared his throat awkwardly and I smiled. I was a sadist like that, always enjoyed watching men squirm under the scrutiny of women.
"Umm, so there's this uhh, bonfire...eherm on tonight down at ermm, first beach and the whole, uhh, pa-i mean, all my friends are uhh, gonna be there and umm... I was wondering if...youdliketocomewithmeasmydate." he said uncomfortably and I nearly laughed again.
"I'd love to Jacob." I said sweetly and he visibly relaxed. I smiled and he automatically smiled back. He acted like one of those gangly awkward thirteen year old boys who went to an all boys school and spoke like it was the first time he talked to a girl.
"Well, I'll pick you up at seven thirty alright?" I nodded sweetly and he smiled. "Okay, well seeya. It's my shift and I gotta make it early." He said as we walked to the front door.
"Excuse me?" I said puzzled and his grip on the door tightened. He said a very bad word and then smiled a little to tightly at me.
"I work at a uhh, ice cream parlor." He said quickly, hoping to cover up his mess and I shook my head. I wasn't born yesterday, but it seemed that he was trying his hardest not to tell me.
"Okay, well have fun...Making ice cream, or whatever it is you do." I laughed and he grimaced. He jogged down the drive way and onto the path that lead to the house and with a final wave he disappeared around the forest corner. Before I shut the door I heard a wolf yip in delight. Probably had a successful hunt.
I was on my way to my room when a certain pixie was blocking my way. She had a very determined yet joyful look on her face and I instantly grimaced. One thing I had learnt about Alice, is that usually when she's at her happiest, it's when she's involved in the one thing I hated. Dress ups.
"So Bree...Heard you had a certain date with a boy." She drawled out like a little kid and if I could, I would've blushed like mad.
"S'not a date," I mumbled and got an eye roll in return as if to say "yeah yeah, think what you like."
"Well, as you're big sister, it's my job to help you get ready for you're first date!" She said, squealing the last part. She didn't even let me get a word in as she babbled on to herself about what would go best with my skin pallor, or my hair and scrunching her nose at the size of my feet (which are very small). She died down a little and I got a chance to butt in.
"So I don't really, have a choice do I?" I said and she just laughed.
"No one has a choice when it comes to me." She grinned and took the stairs to at a time. I sighed and followed her up there, knowing I wasn't going to like it at all. But I guess it didn't really matter if I had a right or not, the main thing was that I, Bree Tanner, was going on a date, (no matter what I told myself)
with Jacob Black.
*cue screaming fan girls* I know I would like a date with a certain Quileute hottie :) So review and tell me what you think ;)