Ch.2 Song of the Wolf

I awoke to the sound of rain. Jake had left a small note of farewell by my bed. I picked it up and read it, my suspicion growing.

Bells,

Went to get something. Sorry I left. Meet me in La Push Sam and Emily's house. They're out on vaca, I have a key. C U there!

Jake

I wondered briefly why he wanted me at Sam and Emily's, before I realized I didn't really care. I dressed and headed downstairs. Charlie was eating breakfast.

"Hey, kid!" he said, the normal enthusiasm in his voice. "What are you planning on doing today?" I looked at him and shrugged, then walked out the door. As always, he made no move to stop me.

I started my car and drove in the general direction of La Push. Meanwhile I was running ideas through my head. Trying to debate whether Jake's theory would work or not without thinking about my own horrible memories. Finally I pulled up at La Push and tried my best to just think positive.

Jake was waiting outside Sam and Emily's house. The door was slightly ajar. I debated whether to ask Jake whether he was supposed to be here or not, but than decided against it. No need to unnecessarily worry myself.

Jake smiled and led me through the house into the main room. My knees buckled hen I saw the centerpiece. It was a large, ivory piano. Jake was on me in an instant.

"Bella!" he said. "Are you ok?' I nodded.

"I'm so sorry… nostalgia." I said in explanation. Jake heaved me onto the couch and than resumed his smug smiling.

"Quil helped with this last night… I can't play it as well as he can… I have it on tape." He looked at me. I was a little confused.

"Do you want the tape version or do I have to play it?" he asked.

"Uh… you can play it." I said. I was still not totally following. Then he sat at the piano and I understood. I immediately got up to watch him play. He took a deep breath and started the song.

He was right; he wasn't the best at playing the piano. Yet it didn't matter to me, I couldn't even hear the choppiness in the notes, only the sweetness. Then, suddenly, I was no longer in the room.

I was riding motorcycles with Jake, wind in my hair, lying on the beach, having just been saved from certain death. Sitting with him as a wolf for the first time, realizing he was just as equal a person as I was. Working with him in the garage, laughing and talking. I was everywhere happy I had ever been with him, standing there listening to his song.

"What's it called?" I asked. Jake smiled softly.

"Friends." he said. I felt warmth flowing through me.

Jake stopped playing and went to a CD player, pressing play. The song came, this time more complex, accompanied by other instruments.

"May I have this dance?" Jake said, a grin spreading across his face. I had to give it to him, he was bold.

"Yes." I said, barely any emotion showing in my face. He held me tenderly, as tender as was possible for him. We spun in short circles around the deserted room, the music playing in the background.

"Quil wrote this?" I asked.

"Uh… no, actually I did." Jake said shyly. I looked at him with new eyes.

"Really!" I said. He smiled.

"I'm not completely devoid of emotion, you know." he said. I snorted.

"I'm so sure." He laughed.

"So Quil can play the piano." I said. "Huh… that just doesn't sound like him." Jake grinned.

"He did it to get girls," Jake said. I pulled a face.

"Who is playing the other instruments?" I asked.

"Computer generated." said Jake. I smiled.

"I don't know if this will work." I said. "What if it makes my Ed- him memories worse?" Jake frowned and pushed me away for a second.

"Bella, look me in the eyes and tell me it won't work." I looked up into Jakes brown, questioning eyes. In them was a well of emotions I didn't think Jake had. Happiness. Hurt. Anger. Love. Hope.

"I can't." I said.

"Of course you can't, Bells." he said, happiness glinting in his eyes as we resumed our spiral. "Of course you can't."