Chapter 2: Jacob, Jerks and Jenga
A/N: Hey sweeties! Big thanks to those that reviewed my last chapter, and to those that favourited it. *dances* :D
Chapter 2 coming up.. I'm nervous to say that there's a little Jacob in this *ducks* But hey, we have to let our Bella choose right? And we cant blame Jacob for thinking she's a beauty. Fear not though, the girls are hot on the vampires trail and a certain sparkly someone will be making his appearance very soon...
I ducked as a mass of green satin material hurtled towards my head. Unfortunately I was no match for the skilled garment and it overpowered me, smothering my head and shoulders. I had absolutely no doubt that I looked like a particularly ridiculous shrub. "I'm not wearing it." I said, my voice slightly muffled. A particularly ridiculous talking shrub. Great.
We had barely checked in and settled the argument over rooms before my two girls had started talking about going out to check out 'local talent' as Rose had put it. I had no intention of going out, which I'd demonstrated rather obviously by collapsing onto the pine bed and refusing to budge. My refusal didn't hold much sway under Alice's furious glare though, and before I knew it she was trying to coerce me into a dress. I thought I heard her mutter words like "Whole point of the trip" and "brings out your eyes" as she threw the green thing at me but it was hard to tell, she had a blusher brush clamped between her teeth.
I had always envied my two best friends, and I felt a surge of that now as I watched them get ready. Rosalie, with her beautiful blonde hair and long slender legs was every guys dream. She was every inch the beauty queen and was always perfectly made up and dressed to kill. Then there was Alice, her petite frame made guys weak at the knees, falling over themselves to scoop her up and protect her. Add to that her sparkling green eyes and heart-stopping smile... Well, I had good reason to be envious. My eyes were as brown as mud and my long hair matched. Even though I knew I wasn't hideous, I often felt like the ugly sister next to Cinderella and Tinkerbell. I swept these notions aside, I wasn't going to let negative crap ruin our vacation but I really was too exhausted for the whole bar scene. "Seriously girls, I'm shattered. One drink and I'd be asleep in Rose's lap again, and we don't want a repeat of New Years Eve, do we?" I batted my eyelashes jokingly in Rose's direction.
"No we don't, that was enough of an encounter into lesbianism for me thank you very much." she threw herself down next to me on the bed, laughing.
Alice surveyed my worn out face, while applying liberal amounts of eyeshadow. "I'll let you off tonight, but we are going to get you dressed up and drag you to a bar at some point on this holiday." She waggled a free finger at me threateningly.
I stifled a yawn. "Yes, mistress of the fun." The bed felt so warm and inviting, I was tempted to curl up under the sheets immediately even though it was only 7pm. Rubbing my eyes, I peeked out of the window. It was beautiful out there, though it was almost dark you could just make out the sea in the distance. "I might have a walk around the beach too," I mused.
A flurry of tops, mascara and shoes later I glanced at the clock as my two beautiful friends gathered their purses and headed out the door. 7.30. A quick peep out of the window again told me it was still raining, but much more lightly than the torrential downpour that welcomed us here. A little rain never hurt anyone, I thought to myself. I snatched up my brown jacket from the back of the chair and pulled it on, making my way outside.
It didn't take long for me to reach the beach, even with my slow pace. I stopped in my tracks, it was absolutely beautiful. The wide expanse of cool water was foaming as the rain hit it, waves crashing their way to the shore. There were a few feet of hard golden sand, the rest of the ground, including where my feet were planted was covered in pebbles. The shoreline was littered with tree skeletons, branches and trunks turned powdery white from the salt. I raised my hand to my eyes, squinting and could make out cliffs just in the distance. Even they were covered in lush greenery. Everything in this damn place was green, I thought with a smirk, remembering my brief dressing up as a shrub earlier.
Charlie always raved about the rockpools up on this beach, my feet were itching to carry me to them immediately. As I gazed over at the rocks, gauging how long it would take me to get to them, and how many falls I would have on the way, I decided to have a rest first. I sank down onto the pebbles, bringing my knees up to my chest and resting my head on them. My hand combed the ground, searching idly for a smooth stone. As my fingers closed around the perfect one, I scooped it up and raised my arm high above my head. Grinning goofily I lobbed it with all my strength towards the shore. I watched it sail through the air and land about six inches from the water. My grin slipped from my face instantly, and a frown replaced it. "Stupid faulty pebble." I huffed. My second attempt was more successful, and I watched in delight as the flint skimmed and skipped through the water. I fought the urge to do a happy dance.
Dusting my hands off, I got to my feet and began the hike over to the rockpools. Hiking and Bella never really go well together. To be honest, walking trip-free and Bella don't tend to go hand in hand either. My general motto in life is 'If it's there, I'll trip over it and fall flat on my face.' It was a constant source of amusement to Alice, who had the grace of a ballerina and couldn't understand how someone could just stumble with such reckless abandon.
I did make it to the rockpools though, and with only a few scrapes and cuts. I allowed myself a celebratory twirl for my success. Unfortunately the rain had made the rocks slippery, I felt my boot slide out from under me almost in slow motion and threw my arms out wildly to balance myself. I promptly fell face first into the pool of water.
"Hey, you there!" A voice called out in the distance. I heard feet pound towards me. The first thought that shot through me wasn't one of relief at someone coming to my aid, as it probably should have been. It was more sheer embarrassment. A witness. Fabulous.
The feet slammed down onto the rock nearest me and I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and heave me out of the water. As I was set to my feet, I turned around to face my rescuer. Infront of me was a boy with long black hair, tied casually up in a ponytail and beautiful russet skin. His brown eyes looked me up and down, checking for injuries. He couldn't have been more than 16 or 17.
My cheeks burned with shame at being pulled to my rescue like a fricking damsel in distress. "Thank you so much." I said, mortified as I began wringing my sopping hair out with my hands.
"No problem. Are you ok? Are you hurt?" He eyed me with some concern. I saw his gaze linger on the torn hole in the knee of my jeans.
"Oh I'm fine, really. This happens to me all the time, you wouldn't believe it. I trip over walls, grass, my own feet, thin air... One wrong move and I tumble over." I babbled, embarrassed.
The boy let out a gruff bark of laughter. "You sound like a Jenga block."
"Something like that! A particularly clumsy brand of Jenga, that's me." I finally felt able to laugh with him at my own expense. "When I was a toddler my mom was convinced I had one leg shorter than the other I was so clumsy, she took me to the doctors and everything. Turns out I just don't look where I'm going."
Why was I waffling on like this? Maybe I was going into shock.
"Well pleased to meet you, clumsy girl. I'm Jacob, expert Jenga saver." My rescuer extended his hand to me. I took it, his palm was oddly warm on this freezing cold day.
"Bella." I offered, with a smile.
"Nice to meet you, Bella."
I began to shiver, getting chilled in my damp clothes as the wind rushed against me.
Jacob noticed. "Come on, if you start walking back over to the shoreline the wind wont catch you so badly." He began to trek in the direction of the pebbles. I followed in his wake pitifully, rubbing my arms to smooth the goosebumps. The walking seemed to warm me and I was loathe to stop when we reached the sand, so Jacob and I meandered along the shore, chatting easily.
Mid sentence, I stopped as I noticed Jacob staring at me. "What?" I wondered if I had seaweed in my hair.
He looked embarrassed to be caught in the act. "I just thought I recognized you, like I'd seen you somewhere before. But I don't know how, I can tell by your lack of depression and thermals that you're not a resident here." He flashed me an easy grin.
"Ha ha. That's a really cliched line you know." I rolled my eyes and nudged his shoulder as we strolled along the sand.
He flushed then, his tanned skin taking on a slight rosey hue. "No I mean it. It's your eyes, they remind me of someone..." He trailed off, looking down at his feet, shamefaced. "What brings you to La Push anyway?"
"I'm on summer vacation with some friends of mine. At least, it was summer when I left Phoenix. Apparently the sun doesn't come out to play in Washington."
His booming laugh carried on the wind and seemed to fill the entire beach. "Why would you choose here of all places? Surely you have enough trouble in normal climate, why risk the added hazard of rain?" He teased.
I scowled and shook my fist in his general direction. "Well Forks is actually our headed destination. My father, Charlie lives there. I thought I'd drop in and visit." It wasn't a lie, and I didn't feel like telling this stranger all about Alice's desire to hook up with a fanged guy.
He looked up now, eyes wide in recognition. "Charlie Swan?" He asked.
I nodded. "That's him. You know him?"
"He's a good friend of my Dad." Jacob beamed, staring intently at me again. "Oh man, now I know why I recognized you. You remind me so much of him."
I frowned, unsure whether to take that as a compliment. I reminded him of a forty year old, moustached man. Jeez, thanks. "I remind you of Charlie? But I haven't lectured you on road safety or the importance of using the right fishing bait or anything." I joked.
He smirked. "It's your eyes. They're so expressive. I've watched Charlie play cards with my old man once a week for donkeys years, he never wins. Terrible poker face. The eyes betray you Swans."
I groaned. That was true enough. People were always telling me my eyes betrayed me, gave my every emotion away.
"That makes your Dad Billy Black then?" I'd heard Charlie talk about him often. "This is such a crazy coincidence, I haven't even met up with Charlie yet and his friend's son is hauling me out of rockpools."
"Everybody knows everybody else round here." He informed me cheerfully.
I glanced down at my watch. "Holy crow, look at the time!" We'd been talking for over two hours. "I'd better get back, I'm bound to be on hangover nursing duty when I get to the hotel." I smiled at him. "Thanks so much again for the whole saving me crap."
"You're welcome. Why don't you and Charlie come to ours for dinner tomorrow? We can all have a proper reunion."
"Sounds great." I said. "Plus it gets me out of shopping tomorrow." I added happily as I turned around and began making my way back to the hotel.
He might not be a hunk of immortal beauty, but I was pleased to have made a friend in Jacob Black. Especially if it got me out of shopping trips.
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"No way are you wriggling out this shopping trip, Bella Swan!" Alice's voice reverberated around the room the next morning.
I'd tried in vain to explain how I was going to Charlie's and we were having dinner with a friend of his. Strangely I didn't want to fill them in on Jacob, not that there was anything to hide.
Alice wasn't having any of it. She folded her arms, fixed me with The Look and stamped her foot. My lips twitched at seeing her act like an irritated little sprite.
"I have to see Charlie, Alice. He'll be really upset if I don't go." I hammed it up a little, she didn't need to know that my dad had no idea of our dinner plans yet.
She decided to change tack quickly. "Fine, we can go shopping this morning and then you can go to dinner with him when we get back." She smiled brightly, with a face that may aswell have said 'Get out of that one, bitch.'
Sensing this was the best deal I was likely to get, I nodded.
Rosalie grinned. "That works quite well actually because we met some guys last night..."
I raised an eyebrow at her as she glanced at Alice. "Somebody decided to quiz the local people on anyone in town who was a bit unusual." Rose embellished, rolling her eyes.
"It worked, didn't it?" Said Alice defensively. She turned to me in delight. "We met these two boys in a bar last night, Mike and Tyler. Tyler was telling me there were a couple of odd guys in their school last year, they used to disappear hiking a lot. Seemed a bit suspicious to me." She positively vibrated with glee.
"While Mike just stared at my chest for the entire evening." Added Rose. "So the idea queen over here told them they were taking us out for dinner tonight to grill them for more information."
I looked from one to the other as I doubled up laughing. "I cant believe you, Alice."
An hour later we were headed into Port Angeles, Rosalie in the driving seat with Alice fiddling with the radio. I had to admit I wouldn't have wanted to miss this, it was nice to get down to some girly time, summer vacation style.
"I love this one." I yelled over the song, leaning forward to turn it up even louder. Alice and I performed a beautiful duet while Rose conducted us, drumming on the steering wheel to the beat.
It didn't take us long to get there, Rosalie was known for her fast driving, something she knew I hated. As soon as I'd swung my feet out of the Sedan, the two of them went into crazy fashionista mode. I knew it'd happen, it happened every single time we did this.
It was exactly as I predicted. Alice had grabbed my hand in her tiny one with surprising force and the pair of them steered me into shop after shop. They twirled down aisles, hands expertly rifling through rails of clothes and arms loaded with likely choices. They had me parading up and down the changing rooms like a show poodle in the most ridiculous clothes, their smiles wide.
"Bella, you have to play up your eyes." Said Alice firmly, hand on hip as I emerged from the cubicle in yet another get up.
"How does that explain the frilly pink nightmare an hour ago?" I huffed.
I looked down at myself. I was sporting a deep blue shirt and soft brown corduroys. "Ok, I like this." I conceded.
"Of course you do, you look beautiful." Said Rose, returning with another armful and hurling my next costume change at me.
After shoving myself awkwardly into it, I threw the curtains back. "Just what in the name of God is this?" I said through clenched teeth.
I was standing there in a halterneck dress, the colour of deepest aubergine. It had a plunging neckline and a slit up the calf. I felt completely ridiculous.
Alice clapped her hands together and squealed. "Bella, you look drop dead gorgeous!"
"I look drop dead hilarious." I corrected.
They wouldn't let me leave without the dress. The pair of them frogmarched me to the checkout to buy it along with the other, more modest purchases I'd chosen.
It was a lot more fun helping Alice and Rose shop. Of course they looked beautiful in everything they tried, so the compliments I showered them with were always genuine.
Rose had claimed we needed outfits for our nights out, which explained the dress. I was perfectly happy with my wardrobe but apparently Forks deserved better than my usual evening attire. Rose had picked the shortest crimson red dress known to man, backless, of course. She'd picked something that kept her boobs covered though, because apparently that would have crossed the line from classy to slutty. I nodded knowledgeably at this comment, as if I had any real clue. Alice's choice hadn't been a dress at all. Instead she'd grabbed a pair of black leather trousers off the rail and squeezed her tiny ass into those. Coupled with a forest green corset she looked sensational. The colour set her eyes off in a way I could never hope to achieve with my blue shirt.
Our arms heaving with bags, we collapsed back into the car. The damage to our bank accounts had been fairly severe but shit, if you cant splash out on holiday, when can you? I'd enjoyed the shopping spree a lot more than I'd expected.
As we rolled into the hotel carpark my thoughts turned to Charlie and dinner at the Blacks.
It was strange, standing infront of the house I was born in. Looking at the front door that my mother left through, carrying a tiny two month old me. Staring up at the window to the bedroom my dad still slept in. Yet not recognising any of it whatsoever.
Alice and Rosalie got out with me, squeezed me tight and planted a kiss on both my cheeks simultaneously. "We'll say hi before we leave." Alice said to me, taking hold of my hand.
I don't know why I was nervous, it was stupid. I saw my dad every summer back in Phoenix. It was just something about coming here to his home, which was once *my* home that weirded me out a little. I took a deep, steadying breath and rapped on the front door.
We heard footsteps make their way closer and suddenly, the door swung open.
"Bells!" Charlie said, grinning. There was the look of surprise I'd pictured back in Phoenix, I thought to myself.
"Hi dad." I stepped forward, the same question in my mind as every time we met. Do we go for the awkward hug? I gingerly put my arms around him. He cleared his throat, swung one arm around my shoulder and used the other to pat my back, looking nothing short of alarmed. Every year, the same uncomfortable but loving hug.
"Oh, dad, this is Alice and Rosalie." I introduced them politely. "Girls, this is Charlie." I suppose it was odd they'd never met before, but meeting up with Charlie was always awkward and I didn't want to make him more uncomfortable by bringing in my galpals.
With all the polite pleasantries out the way, Alice and Rose disappeared off to pump Mike and Tyler for information. Pun probably intended, I thought to myself wryly. I then quickly regaled the story of meeting Jacob Black to Charlie, and explained that we were going round there for dinner. He looked taken aback, but pleased. By the sounds of it he and Billy spent a lot of time together anyway so it was probably nothing out of the ordinary for him.
He drove us to La Push in his police car, which was fairly mortifying. We'd barely got our seatbelts off before Jacob Black bounced out of the house infront of us.
"Hey guys, you came!" He said cheerfully.
I returned the smile as I got out of police chief Swan's car of shame.
"Just leave me behind, why don't you." A voice called from back inside the house.
Jacob rolled his eyes and dashed back inside. He emerged wheeling out a man that could only have been his father. Save for the lines on his face, and the weary white smile he was the spitting image of Jacob. "You must be Bella." He smiled at me. "Jake here wont shut up about you." He jerked a thumb in his son's direction.
Jacob shot him a disgusted look, but I laughed. "About my complete lack of balance, I assume." I retorted, flashing Jacob a smile to stop him from scowling at Billy.
It was a really enjoyable evening, sitting around Billy's kitchen table listening to him and Charlie talk away, telling tales of old times. Jacob would chime in every so often to correct them and call them out on exaggerations, usually over the size of a fish.
When we'd all finished eating and Charlie and Billy retired to the living room, I got up to help Jacob clear the plates away. I followed him, carrying them to the sink. "You don't have to do that, Bella." He said, as I made to wash the dishes.
"I want to help." I smiled. "I'll wash, you dry, deal?"
He grabbed a dish cloth and stood beside me at the sink. "Deal."
"I cant get over those two in there." I said, gazing in the direction of the living room. "Charlie hardly has two words to say to me, but you put him and Billy together and they won't shut up."
"I know, right? They're like a pair of cackling old women arguing over their knitting."
When I returned to the living room, wiping the suds from my hands on my jeans, I felt a different atmosphere between them at once. Billy was leaning close to Charlie, his tone was quiet but harsh.
"...down in the woods, almost like a party." He was saying. "There's something odd about them, Charlie. They're outsiders, they've always been weird and they're ridiculously pale."
With a bang, Charlie brought his fist down onto the coffee table. "You cant seriously be suggesting because they're pale they're in some way guilty of something?" He said scornfully. "That's a very strange kind of racism. I haven't a bad word to say about them myself, and I haven't got a clue about this woods rubbish, Billy. It's probably just kids being kids."
Billy looked up and saw me standing in the doorway. I tried to avert my gaze, not wanting to seem like I was eavesdropping.
We left soon after that, the atmosphere between the two men was tense. Jacob assured me that they often had their quarrels, reminding me of his earlier old women remark, and that it'd all be forgotten by morning. I waved to him from the car as we pulled away.
As soon as he'd gone back inside, I turned to Charlie. "What was all that about?"
"Nothing, Bells." His hand gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Oh come on, you could cut the atmosphere with a bread knife in there. Who's pale? What's going on in the woods?" I pressed for information.
He let out a small sigh. "It's just Billy being Billy, that's all. Paranoid." He kept his eyes firmly on the road but carried on. "There's been a few rumours lately about something going on in the woods. People gathering there, apparently sometimes you can hear music coming from there at night. Like I said to Billy, it's likely just kids messing around. There's not much for you lot to do in Forks."
"But Billy doesn't agree?" I sat up a little straighter in my seat, intrigued.
"He thinks the Cullens have something to do with it."
"Who are th-"
He cut me off with the answer to the question on my lips. "They're a local family, real shy. Keep themselves to themselves mostly, we don't hear much of them. They live on the outskirts of town, I've never seen the house but apparently it's more like a mansion. They're money, the Cullens, but they deserve it. The father works at Forks General."
"The hospital?" I interrupted. These Cullens sounded pretty mysterious to me.
Charlie nodded. "He seems like a nice enough guy. Always works nights though, I guess he probably spends all day sleeping which is why no one sees him around. We've never had any trouble from his boys down at the station either, but to be honest no one sees much of them either really. Shy, like I said."
I listened intently. "So why does Billy think it's something to do with them? And if it's just kids having harmless fun, why does it matter?" I was slightly confused.
"He's just making ridiculous assumptions." Said Charlie, crossly. "He doesn't trust the Cullens, says they're odd so he wants to blame them for anything strange going on. He might be right for all I know but like you say Bells, it's not a big deal. Harmless. I just don't like Billy accusing them when he has no basis, it's rude."
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APOV:
Rose and I made our way into the restaurant, spotting Mike and Tyler sitting at a table waiting for us. When Mike caught sight of Rose's tight top his eyes nearly popped out of his damn head. I leaned into her as we waved, and shimmied over to them. "Suck it up, girl. It's only one night and we could get some serious vamp dirt from these two." I sang.
"I'm not sucking anything up, Brandon. Watch your mouth." Rose said, with a wry smile. I let out a giggle.
As we finally reached the table, we took our seats opposite our dates for the evening.
"Hi ladies," said Mike. "Looking good." He gave us an appraising sweep with his eyes.
I turned to Tyler. His brown eyes were watching me closely as he passed me a menu. His fingers brushed against mine, and he grinned. "See anything you like there?" He said slyly.
I arched my eyebrows at him. "I haven't looked yet, I'll let you know if something grabs me." I glanced down at the menu. "That was a figure of speech." I added serenely, prizing his hand off my thigh.
I peeked at Rose from the corner of my eye. Mike didn't seem to have said a word to her yet, he just sat there gaping at her. I stifled a laugh.
"Are you going to order something you're allowed to eat, or are you just going to stare at me like I'm a juicy steak all night?" Rosalie snapped, thrusting the menu in Mike's face. Atta girl, Rosie.
"Eh?" He said, pulled out of his reverie. "Oh, right." He took the menu from her.
Once we'd all got our food, and I fought the urge to put a napkin in their laps to catch the drool I tried my luck at getting some gossip out of our idiot dates. My beautiful dream vampire would never treat me like this. Concentrate Alice, concentrate...
"So, Tyler." I began, flashing him my most wicked smile and fluttering my eyelashes at him.
He visibly gulped.
"Tell me what school was like in boring old Forks." I'd start nice and slow, at least it was distracting him from staring at my cleavage. "And you, Mike." I threw in, saving Rose from a similar eye-undressing.
"Oh you know, boring really." Tyler said. Scintillating, darling.
Mike nodded, mouth full of pizza.
"No funny stories to tell us? What about the weirdos you were telling us about before?" I kicked Rose in the shins, warning her to get her ass over here and help me. Metaphorically.
Mike swallowed so as not to spray us with food, a courtesy Tyler had not granted me. I'd be shampooing pepperoni out of my hair for weeks. "You mean the Cullens? They're freaks alright."
I nodded encouragingly, peering at him from beneath my lashes. "Go on..." I urged him.
"Nah, we'd much rather talk about you two pieces of finger lickin' chicken, wouldn't we Mike?"
Oh Tyler, why even open your mouth? I don't know what makes me feel more nauseous, what you say or your breath. I fumed inwardly.
"Sure." Said Mike. Ever the conversationalist. "Like what you three get up to in that hotel, all by yourselves. I mean, we could always come keep you company. Or watch, whichever." He added, winking at Rose.
"Ugh. Don't make me break your pretty nose, Mike. I might chip a nail." Said Rose, looking at him in deep disgust.
"Come on girls, we're just being friendly." Tyler stretched forward, getting dangerously close to my thigh again.
I smiled coyly at him and ran my foot up his leg. As I reached his crotch, I bit my lip and leaned closer to him. His eyes bulged. "Touch me again and I'll snap it off. Got it?" I said sweetly, flexing my toes.
Mike was laughing like an idiot. "Look, ladies, I don't know how it works in Phoenix but we've bought you a nice meal here and I thought we were just going to have a good time."
Rosalie sat up straight, puffing her chest out. "I've had enough of this shit. Now lets get this clear," she said, jabbing a perfectly manicured fingernail at Mike. "Are you going to tell us any more on these Cullen freaks, or are you not?"
Mike looked baffled. "No baby, like I said, I've got bigger plans."
"Right." She said, standing up with a loud scrape of chair leg against lino. "It was a real pleasure to meet you." On the word pleasure, she leant over, tangled her hand into Mike's golden locks of hair and thrust his face down into the pizza.
I stood up at once to join her. Mike whipped his head up, his face and shirt was entirely smothered in tomato sauce, cheese and pepperoni.
"Not that you didn't have a pizza face before, you've gotta get some Clearasil for that skin sweetheart." I said, linked arms with Rosalie, turned on my heel and walked out.
"You want information on the Cullens? Jessica Stanley will have all the information you need, the slut!" Tyler yelled at our retreating backs.
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BPOV:
"Clearasil?" I laughed, as Alice and Rose recounted their evening to me.
"I'm going to be scarred for life, Bella, I'm telling you." Alice shuddered.
We were all curled up on my bed, snaffling popcorn and laughing at my poor girls' horrid evening. This Tyler and Mike sounded like they needed to be neutered to me.
"Horny bastards." Rose said as she grabbed a fistful of popcorn.
"I hope you washed those hands after copping a feel of Mike's hair." I teased.
Rose mimed being sick as Alice said, clearly disgruntled "And all we got out of them was that the strange boys from school are called the Cullens. What a waste of time, I feel so cheated."
I sat bolt upright, eagerly. "The Cullens? You didn't mention that before! Wait til you hear about my evening..." My eyes were widening as I began piecing bits of information together in my head.
"Go on."
"Well, Charlie and I got to Jacobs and-"
"Wait. Who's Jacob?" Interrupted Rosalie, a handful of popcorn frozen halfway to her face.
I sighed, forgetting I hadn't told them this. I quickly filled them in on the rockpools, Jacob and the Jenga joke.
Alice's mouth was hanging open. "How come you didn't tell us this?!" She shuffled closer to me on her knees.
"Yeah, withholding juicy information isn't on, Swan." Rose flicked a piece of popcorn at me.
I rolled my eyes. "Because I knew you'd react like this. He's a friend." I emphasised the word 'friend'. "Now, listen to the most important part..."
When I fell silent, the three of us shared a meaningful look.
Alice was the first to speak. She cleared her throat carefully. "Well girls, I think we've found our vampires."
A/N: Thanks so much for reading, cupcakes with sprinkles for all those that made it down here. :) Let me know what you think, good or bad! xx