Chapter Eight- With you I know that I'm good for something, so let's go and give it a try
Cassady felt her eyes flutter open, and stare at the ceiling. She remembered everything, from the time she went in to the coma, what she heard while she was in the coma, up until now. So, Jacob's back… She thought, not taking her eyes off the ceiling, though she knew she was not alone in the room. She went to go sit up, but was unable to pull her leg out from the heavy weight that held it down.
She found the lever that allowed her to raise her head, only to see the man in question sleeping on her leg. His hair was disheveled and longer than it had been the last time she saw him. His face was holding a frown, as if he was not getting the peaceful sleep that he once had. She stared at his bent figure; the angle which he held could not have been a comfortable one. She put her hand on his head, jumping when he sighed, but did not awaken him. Cassady felt the tears roll down her face.
"Jacob, I don't know why you're here, but I'm going to take it as a good sign, and not a bad one. I'm going to assume you came on your own free will, and that you're going to stay. We all know what they say about assuming though. It makes an ass out of you and me." Cassady snorted, watching the sleeping figure relax as she petted his face.
"He's here on his own free will", Cassady heard Abby state from the door. Cassady felt herself snort.
"Why do I have this feeling you had something to do with this?" Cassady asked, lifting her eyes to look at the woman standing in the doorway. Abby walked towards the two, taking the sofa off to the side of the bed, since Jacob had taken the chair to get closer to her.
"I have no idea what your talking about", Abby stated, smiling at Cassady as she glared at her.
"I thought I told both you, and Emily to never try lying, it never works with you two", Cassady laughed out. Abby shook her head.
"I am going to play ignorant and act like I have no idea of what your talking about", Cassady nodded, before shaking her head, smile playing on her lips. " What are you going to do about him?"
"I don't know yet, I haven't decided." Abby nodded, watching Cassady pet his head softly.
"I think he's good for you", Abby said, purposefully ignoring the odd looks Cassady was giving her. "You complete each other in ways I've never seen before. I think he'd be able to heal you, and you him." Cassady shook her head.
"I doubt it. He left me, remember?" Cassady stated, pointing at him with her other hand.
"Yeah, I get that, but you are amazingly hard headed too. You could have gone back and begged him to take you, or at least, talked it out with him, but you laid in your bed, and was preparing to die before letting someone take care you. You've always been like that." Abby paused. "He's the same way. Neither of you two let things go at all, and that can be very irritating at times. That's evident in his not letting go of Bella. Both of you are passionate, and caring; if not, he would have let you die."
Cassady shook her head. " He just didn't want my death on his conscience." Abby shook her head.
"You both will learn. I have a feeling there is going to be a lot of phone calls, crying, and me breaking up fights, because that's what I do when you can't. Just remember Cassady, this isn't something you can walk away from. Commitment is imminent, and you will have to deal with it, just like he will." Cassady nodded, eyes on the sleeping form.
"How long has he been sleeping like this?" Abby shrugged.
"Do you mean that deeply, or in that position?" Cassady rolled her eyes.
"Both, Smart ass."
"He's been here since you briefly woke up two days ago, and he's been in that position in particular for about 6 hours." Abby flipped her legs on to the sofa. "It would have been worse, because he had originally had twisted himself in to this weird position, in an attempt to get comfortable and keep a body part on you, but Sam came in and woke him up briefly to get him in to another position." Cassady snorted.
"How is everyone?" Abby shrugged.
"Seth has been pouting; Leah has an attitude problem; Sam has been overbearing, and way too overprotective; Paul's been abnormally quiet, but I think that's because I'm being abnormally moody; Emily refuses to focus, she hasn't cooked in a week. The rest of the gang are following our lead." Cassady snorted.
"How did everyone react to Emily not cooking?" Abby laughed out loud at this one.
"Dude, you missed Brady and Collin balling their eyes out at it." Cassady snickered, glancing over to Jacob, who had muttered, and went back to the deep sleep he was in.
"I searched his house over," Abby said, causing Cassady to turn her head, and eyebrows to shoot up.
"Abby, I'm turning you in to a criminal. Stop it, and stop listening to me," Cassady stated, as Abby shook her head.
"He asked me to grab him some clothes yesterday, and I couldn't help but look. He's got pictures of the pack all over the house." Cassady nodded. "And a couple picture of him, Quil, and Embry, and I found one sitting next to his bed of him and Bella." Cassady nodded, feeling a slight stabbing feeling. "She's pretty, I guess." Abby stated, before leaning back.
"She's got this whole emo thing down pact, and she's really skinny, like skinnier than me, skinny, and I wear like a size 10 in children." Cassady snorted, leaning her head against the pillow.
"Maybe we shouldn't bash her," Cassady said quietly, looking at Jacob's sleeping form.
"Not bashing her, she's just not what I expected for that man. They way everyone talks she's some kind of beauty, and she's not. She's just an average white girl." Cassady snorted loudly at that. "Average white girl? Abby, I'm darker than you." Abby nodded.
"She's pale as fuck though. I mean, paler than a drunk Irishman who hasn't been outside in months." Cassady openly laughed at that.
"That's fucking pale, Abby." Abby nodded, a smirk resting on her lips.
"She's emo. I mean it, you can tell she's emo. She doesn't even step into the Goth category. She has the emo bangs, and the brooding look. In the picture, she was wearing a black tank top, black Jeans, and black converses. Come on, Cassady, even I don't wear black converses. That SCREAMS emo." Cassady tried holding back the laughter, not wanting to wake up Jacob.
"Well, maybe she likes that. That does not make her emo, just different. " Abby shook her head. "I took a picture of the picture on my digital. Remind me to show you the next time I bring it." Cassady nodded, before looking once again at Jacob.
"When is everyone else showing up?" Abby shrugged. "About an hour, but if you want to have THAT conversation, I can leave." Cassady shook her head.
"We'll probably need a referee, but I don't want Sam to command him to do something, if it goes wrong." Abby nodded. "Well, then wake him up, and let's get this over with." Cassady nodded, lightly shaking the sleeping boy.
"Jacob, wake up", she said, softly, shaking rougher. Jacob's eyes fluttered open, and met hers; shock, recognition, and fear flashing through them.
"Hi," he muttered, sitting up, and groaning as his back cracked loudly.
"Don't sleep in that position then. Sleep on the sofa, like Sam told you to, and then you wouldn't have this problem." Jacob rolled his eyes at Abby's comments.
"I have my reasons for sleeping that way," he grumbled out, before looking at Cassady, who was watching him with a blank face.
"Why are you here?" Cassady asked, face still blank, but Abby was lightly cussing in the background.
"I swear you look for a fight, Cassady," She muttered, but listened anyway to hear Jacob's response.
"I want to try this," he motioned between the two of them. "I was wrong when I did those things to you. I was so far in the wrong, that it's not even funny. If it wasn't for Abby visiting me," Cassady glared at Abby, who shrugged, "I would have holed myself up in that house, and not realized what I was doing to you. I would have ignored my wolf, like I had been this whole time, and continued to pretend everything was fine. I was delusion myself, and attempting to think that I could live without you, even if I had Bella. Abby scared me, made my wolf talk to me, and show me what I was doing." Cassady nodded.
"To be truthful, Jacob, I don't know you. I don't know what Bella, or any woman has done to you. I have to go by what the pack says, and they are a little biased. That does not mean I am willing to fully accept what you did to me." Jacob nodded, and Cassady sighed. "Jacob, I want to get to know you. You're my imprint, and where that may not mean anything, or much to you, it means a lot to me. I'm not Bella, and I'm not going to walk away. If you say you're in this, I'm going to stay, for a long time. Not a couple weeks, or until she comes home, and starts whatever mind games she has on you, but forever. I will fight for what is mine, and if you make it known you are mine, I will make it known you are staying." Jacob nodded again.
"I don't want fate to force you into anything. Let's start off friends, get to know each other, and maybe move from there. Get to know each other, and each other's faults. Let the love fall naturally," Cassady suggested, looking right into the eyes of him. He smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I like that idea." He stuck his hand out. " Let's start over. Hi, My name is Jacob." Cassady laughed.
"Well, hello, Jacob. My name is Cassady." She stuck out her hand and shook his. Abby smirked at the two of them.
"Welcome to La push and Forks, Cassady."