Chapter two. Woop woop. Lol
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I leaned back in my seat as we flew over Mexico, my iPod headphones jammed in my ears. I sat with the window to my left and Jacob to my right, next to Jake sat my dad. When I first boarded the plain I told myself 'I will not listen to my iPod, I'm a newly wed! I don't need my iPod.', but, after several minutes in the air with dad and Jake, I realized I would need the escape. Though my parents were on good terms with the werewolves, the fact that Jake and I were now married added a whole new tension to the relationship.
"Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late."
I loved this song, I really did, Amy Lee's voice was so powerful, but I didn't like the lyrics too much.
I absolutely loved music, but I'd never been human, never been normal. It made it tough to identify with the lyrics, which was somewhat crucial in enjoying it. I could, however, identify with songs about undying love, but they tended to have singers with weaker voices and sappy lyrics…but on occasion, I loved them.
I stared at the world passing below, it was beautiful. As I watched the scenery pass below me I thought of my time with Jake at the isle; I saw dad shift uncomfortably in the seat next to Jake. I lifted my gaze slowly from the scenery below to state at him; his topaz eyes burned with fury, unlike any fury I had ever seen. I looked down at my folded hands, ashamed. I knew my thoughts had probably angered him; I was his baby girl, and thinking about…
I stopped myself there, but dad's eyes did not loose the fire burning in them. I decided now was the time to become reacquainted with reality instead of my music.
Once I had my headphones coiled up and put away I lifted my gaze back to my dad's burning eyes. They looked like molten metal, churning with the anger.
"Dad?" I asked cautiously, Jake was blissfully unaware of our interaction thus far; he was slumped over in the seat between us, fast asleep.
Dad didn't answer me though; it was then that I realized his gaze was not locked on me, but on the sleeping man next to me.
"Dad." I demanded, screaming at him in my head to get his attention. I watched as the fire in his eyes died down a little; he turned his head slowly to look at me.
"Yes my Sweet?" He asked trying as hard as he could to sound pleasant; but I could hear the venom on his voice.
"What's wrong?" I asked, watching him nervously.
"Nothing darling." He said, smiling as best as he could. I was not fooled by his 'drop dead smile', I rolled my eyes before glaring at him.
"Dad." I said flatly, but he dropped my gaze, turning his head so that he faced away from me. I could see that his body was still stiff with anger, I figured Jake was dreaming, and that it was about me. I sighed before uncoiling my headphones again, turning on the next song. I snuggled into Jake's warm arms and closed my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.
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"Nessie." Jake whispered into my hair several hours later, I looked up at him confused. "We're here."
"Here where?" I asked, there were supposed to me two layovers along our rout.
"Seattle." Jake answered smiling at me, his teeth standing out against his russet skin. I buried my face in his long hair – which he had grown back out over the years, on my request – while I tried to wake up.
"How?" I finally whispered, stretching a little. Jake's low chuckle shook his chest, sending chills through me.
"We flew." He answered, his grin growing wider by the minute; I could see dad staring at us in the isle impatiently.
"I know that Jacob." I said glaring at him, "But I thought we had a couple of layovers?"
"We carried you." This time dad answered my question. I shifted my gaze off of Jake and onto my dad.
"Oh." I said simply before lowering my gaze to grab my things; my bronze hair fell over my bare shoulder, skimming the floor.
"Let me help you." Jake said, scooping my things up into his arms.
"Thanks." I said, giving him a quick kiss; out of the corner of my eye I saw dad's eyes turn to molten metal again. I sighed and followed dad and Jake to the car, wondering the whole way what was bothering dad so much.
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I stared out my water-streaked window the whole ride home, ignoring both men in the car; the drizzle outside the car calming me. I had my hand in Jake's though, right were it fit perfectly.
At long last we turned onto the lane that lead to our glass house deep in the woods. Never in my entire life had I been so happy to be home.
I jumped out of the car – before Jake had it to a full stop – and ran at vampire speed into the house; my warm, hard feet sinking into the cool mud. I knew Esme wouldn't be happy about mud on her floors, but I would clean it up later.
I leapt over the rails of the porch in a single bound, my bronze hair flowing away from my head, damp from the rain. I could hear Jake mumbling behind me, but I also knew that he loved and admired my speed, agility, enthusiasm, and most of all…my beauty. Jake never let a day go by my entire life without saying how beautiful I was…it always made me blush.
"We're home!" I called, though I knew it was unnecessary. Carlisle and Esme already stood in the living room, wrapped in each other's arms; Esme's topaz eyes glowed with disapproval when she saw my muddy feet. "I'll clean it up." I promised.
She nodded, "You'd better." She said, looking more satisfied.
"Hey there little one." Carlisle said, at my side in a heartbeat. He pulled me into his stone arms and kissed the top of my head. "Did you guys have fun?"
I nodded, smiling up at him. "Yeah…I think a little too much." I said, the three of us all turned our heads to see Jake walking through the door, dripping and carrying our bags; dad was not far behind him, still glaring at Jake.
"Edward, what's wrong?" Esme asked, gliding across the room to help them with the bags. Dad just shook his head. Esme and Carlisle looked between Jake and me, their eyes full of questions.
"I think dad wishes he couldn't read minds right about now." I whispered, Carlisle and Esme laughed a knowing laugh; dad glared at us, clearly annoyed.
"Nessie!" Alice squealed excitedly as she glided down the stares, taking me into her stone arms and swinging me around a couple times. Jasper wasn't far behind her, watching us, his eyes full of laughter.
"Hey Alice." I chocked out, hugging her back. Growing up Alice and Rosalie had both loved to dress me up and play with me when I was younger.
Once Alice set me down I could see that everyone had gathered in the large living room. I smiled happily at my family; their topaz eyes shined back at me, greeting me with the warmth – or in our case…coolness – of a family. One by one my family hugged me and greeted me.
Once the hugs and greetings were over we all moved to the couch; Alice chattered excitedly, asking me all sorts of questions about our week. Out of the corner of my eye I saw mom smiling at Alice, clearly amused.
Jake sat on the couch before me; I slowly made my way to his side and sat down, my small body nearly disappearing in his over sized arms. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, letting his body warm me to the core.
This was perfect. This was were I belonged.
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I kinda hit a writers block towards the end…hope it doesn't suck…