Once Emily had finished pushing as much food as she possible could down our trough's Billy started to tell the old stories he used to when we were younger. I can remember Jake and I laying down on the floor gazing up at Billy in amazement as he would tell us every story he could before Jake's mom would tell us to get into bed, then once Jacob's mom had gone to bed, Billy would then sneak into Jacob's room and finish the story he was telling us. This would happen every time I slept over Jacob's, which was a lot since we hated being over mine because Sam would always tease us and make jokes about how we would be kissing all night long. Which we thought was disgusting since we were only young. So it's safe to say I have heard just about every story Billy knows, at least two if not four times. While listening to him, I noticed they were a lot more interesting when I was younger and have a wild imagination, and a long enough attention spand.
Half an hour into Billy's story I was bored out of my brains. I felt rude if I started texting people with my phone so I used all the self control I had not to take it out of my pocket and use it. While pretending to listen I started drawing pictures in the sand with my feet, in the middle of drawing a tree I felt a small rock land in my lap. I looked up to see Paul nodding towards the cliffs where the boys usually jumped to their deaths. I quickly glanced over at Sam who was sitting on a different log engaged into the stories with Emily tucked away to his side. I silently stood up and started to walk in the direction of the cliffs a little behind Paul. The walk up to the cliffs took us about 10 minutes, it wouldn't have taken that long if I wore non slippery shoes. We took a seat at one of the lower cliffs, dangling our legs over, I really could not be bothered going up to the higher ones.
"How's living at Emily's and Sam's?" Paul asked
"It's...different," I answered trying to find the right word to use. "I mean their great, but I don't have a lot of space for my stuff. And I have a lot of stuff."
Paul let out a chuckle as he looked out into the ocean. Sitting here with him reminded me of the times were I'd lay on his lap while he would run his fingers through my hair. We'd lay like that for hours, not saying a word, it was the most comfortable silence I ever had.
"What are you doing tomorrow?"
"I'm not sure, why?" I asked
"I was thinking, since my mom really misses you. We could go to hers for lunch?" He asked me scratching the back of his neck with, I'm guessing he was nervous.
I looked at him wearing a confused expression, was he being serious?
"Sorry what?" I asked hoping I had heard him wrong
"Do you want to have lunch with my mom and sister tomorrow?"
"Paul." I started, trying to find the right words to say without hurting his feelings or making him embarrassed. "I don't know what you're thinking right now, but we're not together, so inviting me to have lunch with your mom makes me think you have the wrong idea about what we have"
He stood up quickly, kicking the dirt on his way. He was angry, I could see it in his face, in his eyes. "Well maybe if you fucking told me how you were feeling for once in your life instead of leaving me to guess, I'd be on the same page as you."
I scoffed while rolling my eyes "So this is my fault now? Forgive me for not wanting to jump right into a relationship that ended with you sleeping with my best friend!"
"And I said how sorry I was! I told you how much I regretted that, you were the one that didn't listen! You slapped me, told me I was a failure, told me you hated me. What was I supposed to do after that?"
"You were supposed to fight for me." I spat feeling tears prickling in my eyes. "I spent so many nights wishing you'd climb through my window and tell me how much you loved me. The nights you never came, I spent them crying, hating myself. I loved you so incredibly much, and for you to through that away, that nearly killed me."
"And your thought I wanted to throw everything we had?" He roared. "Why would I want to lose the only person in this world that ever gave a fuck about me. Who believed in me every single damn day? The one person I loved with every thing I had!" Paul turned his back to me punching the closest tree to him, I looked beyond him to see a massive dint in the tree the size of his hand.
"Well you couldn't have loved me that much." I spoke bitterly.
Paul turned back around to look at me, his eyes filled with anger and hurt. Sam said he didn't have the best temper in the world now that he was part time wolf. I also knew that little things did irritate him, but I have never seen him this angry in my life. He closed his eyes, he was shaking more then he was before. I took a step back, remembering that Jacob had told me to do that whenever one of them became angry. He was shaking furiously, within five seconds I saw a massive, horse sized wolf in front of me. Paul turned his head to look at me, hate in his eyes, before turning towards the forest and running into it.
"GOD YOU ARE SUCH A GIRL!" I screamed full knowing he would hear me due to the amazing hearing the boys had. I mumbled every curse word I knew as I walked back to the fire where everyone was sitting. Remind me never to go up on a cliff in the dark again, walking back was a pain in the ass, I was falling, stumbling everywhere. Luckily I had my phone so there was a little source of light, that really didn't help that much. Finally I made it back to the fire to see almost everyone looking at me with puzzled expressions, I ran my fingers through my hair when I realised I had a twig sticking out, I cursed under my breath again as I tried to pull it out. Tonight was one the worst nights I've had in a while.
I woke up bright and early the next day, not because I wanted too. But because I could feel two tiny hands playing with my hair. As I fluttered my eyes open, I saw the adorable face of Claire with her long brown hair and big brown eyes. As much as I hated being up at this hour, I couldn't stay mad at her, she was just too damn cute. I played with her in my bed for a little while before she started begging me to come outside to 'Aunty Emily'. I grabbed my jacket and threw on a pair of uggs boots, I looked at Claire who was playing with an stuffed animal sitting on my bed dressed in a pair of jeans, shirt, jacket, boots and a beanie. Emily obviously got to her before they went outside. I grabbed her hands to help her off my bed, holding on to my right hand, Claire began to lead me outside to where Emily and Kim were sitting on the porch drinking a coffee while Jared, Embry, Quil and Jacob were mucking around, the must of just come back from patrols.
"Qwuil! I found Vanny!" Claire exclaimed with a loud giggle as she jumped up and down still holding onto my hand. The moment Quil heard her voice he stopped punching Jacob and run up onto the back porch to lift her off the ground, swinging her around in the air, causing her to laugh uncontrollably. I smiled at him as I took a seat on the stairs watching the boys continue to muck about. Jacob looked over at me wearing a smile as he jogged over and joined me.
"I think this is the earliest I've ever seen you awake." He pointed out in all seriousness.
"Yeah well don't get used to it." I said with a yawn escaping my mouth.
"Savannah are you hungry? I've kept a plate of pancakes in the oven for you." Emily asked taking a sip of her coffee.
"Thank you, but I think I'll wait a little bit."
After not even five minutes, I saw Sam and Paul emerge from the forest walking up with a serious look on both their faces. I couldn't help but laugh at the scene I was witnessing, they looked like someone from a stupid day time over-dramatic television show that people just make fun of. Jacob hit my stomach, encouraging me to stop laughing as they both stormed into the house. I looked at Jacob with a confused expression, he just shrugged and said he didn't know but it was obviously something serious.