Chapter Six ~ Meet The Pack
"Welcome home."
"Gin. . . Ginny, wake up. We're here." Jacob's soothing voice woke me up. I heard raindrops pounding on the car window. The sound was comforting and made me want to go back to sleep, but Jacob had another idea and shook me awake. "Come on sleepy."
"No!" I protested.
"Ok, Grumpy." He changed the nickname to a different dwarfs and I had to laugh at that because I was a Disney fanatic.
I got up and jumped out of the van. The boys must have gone inside because we were alone.
Jacob grabbed my hand and whispered, "Welcome Home." I smiled at the thought.
"Welcome Home," I whispered back. We slugged through the rain and went inside still holding hands.
Right when we walked in Billy rolled over to us. "Jacob," he said in his mystical, old voice. "You're Home." His eyes grew watery and he let one tear slip before stopping himself as not to embarrass Jacob.
"Yes Dad, I am." Jacob went down to hug his Dad while still holding my hand causing me to lurch forward and stood next to the wheelchair. I didn't know if I should watch or look away. It seemed so private and yet, so open to me. By the time I had decided to look away it was over and I had been staring the whole time.
"And you dear, well, you are just beautiful. Jacob, do you even deserve this girl?" He took my free and put his hand out for the other. Jacob let me go so I laid my palms in Billy's. His skin felt so thin and papery. So smooth and yet wrinkled. It was a lovely texture.
"I bet she's smart, doesn't get herself into trouble. Beautiful, just beautiful."
Why was everyone talking about me as if I was not there? Billy obviously liked me because I did not run with vampires. I was still mad that he had bugged Bella, though I had never really met her.
"Yes Dad, beautiful. Now give her back!" he said jokingly, taking one of my hands and squeezing it.
Billy laughed. I had always liked old people's laughs. So quiet, and yet so full of energy and knowledge. The jokes we tell are probably funnier to them because they have not heard them in 30 years. "Your room is down the hall."
We walked down the hall and to the left to find my room. It was very nice and that is really the only way to describe it. The walls were painted a pale green, as if it was not already green enough outside. To the left was my bed and the right a white wooden writing desk. Straight forward was a wide window with white lace curtain that were drawn back so that I could see the rain. Everything seemed to be either white or green. The bedspread was white and the sheets green. A green pillow was on top of a white pillow which I would switch later.
On the writing desk were a stack of white paper and a stack of lined paper. A silver tin was stocked with around 50 pens, those cheap ones that you get in a box of fifty. I started trying to count all of the pens to see if I was correct when Jacob spoke and I lost my number.
"What are you doing?"
Realizing that what I was doing was kind of stupid I asked a question in return. "How did you know I liked to write?" I looked at the paper and then at Jacob a little perplexed.
"I didn't," he stated. "There is no computer in this house so we thought that you might want to write letters. Well, they thought. I had no idea they were doing this." He laughed.
"Thank you," I whispered.
"Don't thank me!" He shook his head.
I smiled and bounded out of the room looking for Billy. He was at the kitchen table talking with Sam, Embry, and Paul. I skipped over to him and hugged him tightly.
"Thank you! It is all so very beautiful." I tried to speak calmly but the "Thank you" came out really loud.
"Hey I helped!" A voice came from the doorway. I turned around to see another quilleut boy. I did not know who he was but he guessed who I was quite quickly, or maybe he already knew.
"I will thank you, if you tell me who you are." I stood up and put my hands on my hips smiling.
"Right, how rude of me!" He laughed because Quilleut boys were not that polite. "I'm sorry."
"You should be!" I faked an angry tone and he laughed again.
"Hello." He put his hand out to shake. "I am Seth and I believe that you will fit right in here."
We shook hands. "Ginny and I already do," I said matter-of-factly.
"Heck yes," he agreed.
The phone rang and Sam offered to get it. He picked it up and spoke with the caller. When the conversation ended, he hung up the phone and smiled. "Foods ready," he informed, which caused all of the boys to jump up and run out the door except for Jacob.
"Are you hungry?" he asked. I could tell he was and realized I was too so I nodded.
I guess the best way to get anywhere in LaPush is walking because our own two feet was our form of transportation. Luckily, though I suck at it, I actually enjoy it and it did only take us 15 minuets to get to the Uley's home, despite the light drizzle.
Jacob dragged me inside and the first thing that I noticed was that the house was full.