Finding Someone
Rouge12158
Disclaimer: The Twilight series is not mine, because the last time I checked my name is not Stephenie Meyer, of course, I haven't checked in a while.
Chapter Two
Jacob's P.O.V.
Avery. Avery Avery Avery. I love that name now.
We were in Avery's house now and she was leading me down the hallway until we reached a closet.
"This is the ex closet, as my sister Cindy likes to refer to it. Cindy is the one who owns the diner."
That surprised me. "I thought that your parents owned it."
"They used to. Cindy is twenty-three and very mature, so she is doing fine with the diner." She didn't feel very comfortable with the conversation, so I didn't press it. "Sort through them to your heart's content." She said referring to the mountain of clothes stacked before me.
"Oh I will," I replied, smiling at her and she smiled back. I love her smile.
After I found a decent outfit in the 'ex closet', a nice pair of dark jeans and a dark blue t-shirt (apparently not many of Cindy's exes had much taste in clothes) I went back to the living room and found Avery scribbling away in a diary.
"Hey, um, Avery?" I alerted her to my presence as I came up behind her. Her living room was like the rest of her house, small, cozy, filled with warm colors, it was really comfortable.
"Yeah?"
"Do you mind if I use your phone to call home?" I asked her.
"Of course not, the phone is um," she started digging around in the couch pillows and pulled out a portable phone, "right here."
"Thanks," I said as I took the phone from her and walked into the kitchen.
I dialed Dad's number and someone picked up on the third ring.
"Hello?" came Sue Clearwater's frantic voice.
"Sue? It's Jacob. Could you put my dad on the phone for me?"
"Of course Jake. You know, you are going to be in very big trouble for this. Your father has been out of his mind for a little over a week now!"
"Sue, calm down. I need to speak with Dad now." I was getting a little aggravated at the moment.
I heard her walk over to Dad and say, holding the phone out to him, "Billy, it's Jake on the phone for you."
"Jacob Black!! Where on God's green earth are you," I heard my father yell at me.
"Jarbidge, Nevada."
"What?" He seemed calmer now.
"Jarbidge, Nevada. I ran all the way here. I phased back this afternoon."
"Then how come you're not on a plane back here?"
"I'm not on a plane home because I can't go home, not yet at least," I told him, my answer to the question that would surely come next was already prepared in my head.
"And why not?"
I looked back at Avery, who had returned to writing in her diary, before I answered, "I imprinted, Dad."
"Oh, wow, congrats son, that's great. When do you think you will be home?"
"I'm not all that positive, Dad. I'll be home as soon as I can. But can you send my driver's license and some cash to me? Please."
"Of course, I can. It'll be there in the morning."
"Thanks Dad."
"See you when you get home Jake," Dad told me.
"See you too Dad, bye."
"Bye." And we hung up.
I walked back into the room and sat down next to Avery. She looked up at me with a smile and said, "Hey, how's home?"
"Alright. My Dad was a little freaked that I'm all the way in Nevada, but he'll get over it. He's sending me my license and some cash that'll be here tomorrow."
"So you're staying then? I thought you were just passing through," Avery said, cocking an eyebrow.
"I was, but I found this place very, hospitable. Also, I need to get away from there for a little while."
"Oh, alrighty then. I guess that makes sense."
"Hey, do you know of any hotels that will let their guests stay for free until they get the cash pay for their room?" I asked her.
"Of course I do. It's called the Night Motel, where guests have a lovely couch to sleep on and a cheerful hostess for questions at any hour. Unless she is sleeping, then she'll kill you," she said, gesturing to herself as if she were in a hotel commercial.
"Well, that's good to know. Where can I check in?"
"You already are. Remember, dinner is at seven and if you are late, you have to do all of the clean up. Household rule."
"Thanks a lot, Avery, or I'd be sleeping on a cardboard box. Now, tell me about yourself," I really want to get to know her past what her name is.
"What do you want to know?"
"How old are you?"
"Sixteen. But I'll be seventeen next week. You?"
"Seventeen as we speak, but I'll be eighteen soon enough."
"No way, you look like you're at least twenty-five," she stated, clearly not believing my age, not that I blame her anyway.
"I'll show you my license when it gets here. But the reason I look twenty-five and not seventeen is because of a genetic mutation that my entire family has, nothing to worry about," I told her making the truth sound like a joke.
She laughed, she has a nice laugh.
We went on like this for hours, and it was amazing finding out everything there is to know about this wonderful girl sitting right in front of me, until that is we reached the subject of relationships. It was the first time that Bella crossed my mind since I laid my eyes on Avery.
"So, a guy like you must have gone through girlfriends pretty quickly, huh," She asked the question that I did not want to be brought up.
"No, actually. I've gone out with a couple of girls before, but I was in love with my very best friend a little while ago," I told her, really not wanting to talk about Bella.
"How'd you get over her?"
"When it finally sunk that we would never be together, she is probably planning her wedding as we speak," I only told her a half truth, not wanting to freak her out by saying that just seeing her is what really made me get over Bella.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't be. I've dealt with it, and the guy she's marrying is okay, so it's not that big of a dealt anymore. What about you? You must be beating them off with a stick," I joked.
What she said next ripped my heart to shreds.
"Actually, I've been seeing someone for the past two years. My boyfriend, Wes." It took everything I had in me not to phase right then and there and run for the hills.
Why must I always fall for the girl who is already in a relationship?
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After dinner at the diner, where Avery asked her sister, Cindy if I could work there with her because I was staying in town, which I got, Avery and Cindy set me up on their couch.
When they thought I was asleep, I heard a conversation between the two of them.
"You know, Avery, he can't sleep on our couch forever, right?" Cindy asked Avery.
"Of course I know that. I was thinking maybe we can set him up in the back room of the diner."
"That may work. But be careful around him. You remember what happened last time Wes caught you getting a little too friendly with someone else." What did she mean by that?!?
"Like I can forget. My leg still hurts a little every now and then," How can anyone hurt someone so amazing as her? "I'll be careful, Cindy."
"That's all I ask for. But this is what should be expected, you've always had a thing for stray dogs."
As angry as I was at this Wes figure, the irony of her statement did not escape me.
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