When Molly returned back to the others, Sam was in a deep discussion with Carlisle. Everyone else sat around, listening intently. As Molly grew closer to them, the group grew quiet. She stopped walking, but still heard footsteps from behind. The eyes from the werewolves were all lingering, staring at Jacob.
Sam gawked at Jacob, eyes wide. Jacob just smiled as he looked around.
"You've come back!" Sam smiled at last. "Where have you been."
Carlisle shifted his weight awkwardly. Bella always had felt guilty and bad for Jacob. His return wasn't exactly the best thing right now, especially when she would be coming home the next day.
"I've been…around." Jacob shrugged.
"Why'd you decide to come back all of a sudden?" the group inclined.
"Dunno," he shook his head, "something just compelled me to come back"
Molly took a seat on an old log nearby the fire that Quill had started. Jacob soon followed suit. She could feel the heat radiating from him. Sam stared at them for a moment, and then proceeded to discuss something again with Carlisle.
Jacob turned to speak with Molly. "So apparently Alice has told you about me," he started, "what about you though? Where did you come from? How did you end up here?"
"It's a long story. To get to the whole point of it though, the Cullen's came across me. I didn't know it was possible to live the way they do. I guess you could consider me a part of their family too. A Cullen." Molly explained quietly.
"I see." Jacob mumbled as he looked down, then back at Molly. "So how old are you…er how old were you?" Jacob questioned.
"I was sixteen technically, but it was only a month from my seventeenth birthday. If you want to be specific though, I'd be about 21 in three weeks."
"Well," Jacob grinned. "I thought you looked close to my age. Jacob made a face, confused. "I don't think you told me your name did you? How can we be friends if I don't even know your name?"
Molly looked at him hesitantly. "We can't be friends." She said harshly. "I mean you're a…a…a werewolf." Molly spat the word like it was a disease.
Jacob frowned and shook his head, whipping his dark hair around. "I didn't think you were like that. It doesn't have to be that way you know. I mean, just look at Sam and Carlisle over there." He pointed to the two of them. "According to your values, they should be ripping each other apart. Do they look like enemies?"
Molly quickly frowned, looking at them. She turned to Jacob, "Do they look like best friends?"
"Jacob shook his head and gave in. "No." he whispered. His face soon broke into a grin once again; his white teeth were exposed from one end of his mouth to the other. "They don't try though. They don't need to be friends."
Molly rolled her eyes and sighed, playing with her brown hair as it blew around in the breeze. "Why should I try though? Do I really need you?"
"No." he commented. "But how many friends do you really have?"
Molly opened her mouth to answer. "— of course…" Jacob butted in. "Family doesn't count." She shut her mouth with a snap.
"Well," she sighed, "I'm Molly then. Molly Cullen." She reached out to shake his hand. As Molly's cold hard skin met his warm flesh, a surge of static electricity snapped and shocked both of them.
Molly jumped up. "Whoa," she squealed. "That was weird." Jacob just laughed and gestured the handshake again. Molly reluctantly grabbed his hand, but was soon comforted by the strong warm grip.
Molly let go at last, finally pulling her hand away. "You're so… warm." she commented. "It's weird when you're a vampire. Heat really isn't a common thing to feel. It's like a delicacy."
"Hmm." Jacob hummed. "We werewolves are like that, always warm. I wont complain about being a delicacy either though, Molly." He smiled at her name.
Several feet away, Carlisle stood up and nodded his head. "That's that." Molly heard Carlisle comment promptly. He gestured at Molly to leave. She got up and started to saunter over to him. Jacob grabbed her arm as she turned to leave. "I'll be around," he smiled as he gazed into her eyes. Molly nodded, smiled, and then whipped around to leave. Within seconds, they were gone.