Author Note::
Well once again, not a Bella and Jake story, a OC and Jake story. There will be Bella in Jake for some of it.
A creative writing exercise, reviews and criticism would be nice. :]
I showed up bright and early at Jake's house at nine in the morning. He was still in bed when I there. Billy let me in and rolled away to his own room.
Billy was in an accident, and it ended up costing him his legs. A wheelchair is where he resides now. This was also another long story, that is sad and I don't want to go into. If I did I would cry.
I knocked lightly on Jake's door. It was the first time I've ever done that. Normally I'd just barge in. But now; well we're older now. And even though I said that I wouldn't care if I walked in on him having sex with someone; it doesn't mean that I still want to see his man parts.
I knocked again. Nothing.
Damn lazy Indian person.
I opened it anyways, eyes quickly scanning the very small room. On the other side ten feet in front of me, was Jake's super tiny bed that looks like it was made for a midget compared to Jake's giant self. He was snoring soundlessly, a weird smile on his face. I kicked his side with my foot.
He moved slightly. Then rolled over and started to hug his pillow.
I kneeled on the bed, shaking him harshly. "Jake," I groaned annoyed. I wanted to fish. I wanted to fry. I wanted to feast.
"Laurel," he sighed, arm coming behind him to somehow pull me over him and into the wall, "go back to sleep."
I rolled my eyes, letting out a giant sigh. Looks like fishing is going to be held off until the beast awakens.
I woke up, so therefore somewhere along the line I fell asleep. Jake was snoring in my ear, drool dripping from his mouth. I moved, trying to get up, only to feel him hold me tighter. I groaned. He was probably dreaming of Bella or something. I know he said he didn't like her; but a truck is a big deal.
None the less I put my hand to his face, whipping the drool away. I didn't want it on my face that was somehow close to his own. He smiled weirdly again, pressing his lips to my thumb. Stupid sleeping lazy Indian person. I sighed, taking my thumb and knuckle to pinch his cheek. He sneezed, right in my face. God I could punch the little twerp where the sun ain't shining at.
Just as the idea lit in my head, I brought my knee up. Aiming for one thing, and hitting another.
And suddenly he was awake. First a coughing fit, then looking at me and back to his stomach that I hit, and then back into a sneezing fit. "All done now sleeping beauty," I laughed climbing out of his bed and stretching.
"I could have been naked in here for all you knew," he choked out. I wove my hand, as if to wave the comment away. "Yeah, yeah, yeah; I know. You're the one that pulled me in here dumb dumb. I tried to wake you up and you were all like 'Bella, go back to sleep, in my arms,' and stuff," I yawned. So maybe I was lying a bit to tease him, but he just grimaced, shaking his head roughly.
"I wasn't dreaming about Bella," he groaned, also standing to join me. We sized each other up briefly.
"Hey," he smiled, "you're still super short."
I glared at him very much like I did to Terry when he mentioned my height. "Yeah, just like old times 'eh?"
We walked to the beach, where magician Jake pulled a boat out of his butt somehow. I held the pole's while he pushed it towards the water, going in waist deep before telling me to get in.
"I'm not getting in no damn water," I stated adjusting my Jake sunglasses. He rolled his eyes, still motioning me to get into the water, "Come on Laurel. If you don't, then we can't go fishing."
"Can't we," I stammered, "like go to a creek or something?" I could feel the blush take over my face. I can't believe he didn't remember.
"What, no. I'm already in the water, for you, to fish; for eatin'. There isn't any big fish in the creek—the good ones are here in this lake. So get over getting your clothes wet and dirty and get into the damn water," he ordered. He really didn't remember. I turned around, starting to walk home. Then damn it; we aren't going to fish.
I heard him jump out of the water, his feet padding in the sand to catch me.
His hands gripped my shoulder to spin me around.
Jacob, was pissed.
"What's your problem? You wanted to go finishing," he almost snarled.
"I can't swim!"
He visibly starred at me in almost awe. I should know how to swim, but I couldn't No matter where I went and how much I tried, my legs and arms just didn't want to move in that way. When we were little, he threw me into the lake, in which I almost drowned. Stupid Indian person.
I watched as he turned around, crouching, "Get on."
Confused, I got on and let him carry me back towards the water.
"I won't let you drown Laurel," he said waddling through the water to the boat. My best friend loved me.
"So why are you here," he asked setting his pole up so he wouldn't have to hold it. I readjusted my glasses. We actually hadn't talked much since yesterday. After we decided that we'd go fishing he left for home. I don't blame him, it was pretty late out.
"Mom's exploring Europe. It was either stay with Grandma and Gramps, or come here with Terry and see you every other day," I smiled towards him. He laughed, looking back over the water. Sadly the water wasn't calm, so the boat rocked every now and again. Of course I'd grip to it for my dear life, but it didn't make me feel any better.
Another rock of the boat, and Jake laughed at me again. His purely whites shining in the hot sun. "Really now? You've been thinking about me for five years," he openly starred at me. I shrugged. It was kind of hard not to think of him. After all, he was there for me when no one else could be.
"Jake—you... you were there," I sighed, "It's kind of hard to forget a friend like that you know?"
That did it—we both fell into silence.
When my dad died—Jake and I watched it. It's not like we were waiting for it it happen or anything. We were playing with the ball on the side of the road, and laughing away like little kids do. My dad was driving down Terry's road, to come get us and get ice cream.
They said he fell asleep at the wheel.
We watched the truck drift off right into a tree on the other side of Terry's house. He was doing fifty miles per hours.
To this day I don't know how he could have fell asleep, but something happened; and he's no longer with us.
Terry and Mom let Jake spend the night for two weeks. Billy insisted on it actually. We were never allowed to have sleep overs—but this time was different. I wouldn't get into a car for those two weeks. Jake even walked to the funeral that was three miles into town with me.
It wasn't something that six-year-olds should have seen or go through; but we did.
Just thinking about it all again brought tears to my eyes. "Come here," Jake whispered. His arms were outstretched in motions to hug me. I moved slightly, seeking the comfort I had been for half a decade, but the boat rocked twice as hard because of the waves. I had to flinch away and sit back down. I wouldn't make it if I fell in now.
It rocked harder, and I gripped the boat twice as hard that time.
Jake had moved to the middle, where he pulled me into his embrace. I bawled; hard. His hand rubbed my back to sooth me, soft shushing noises.
I don't know how much time passed, but our rods didn't tug. So I tried to calm down. No I didn't move from New York across the country to cry on my friends shoulder. I moved because something in my gut told me to go. I planned on moving here after school and everything to see Jake, and I had loads of amazing friends that didn't stab me in the back or were two faced. Those friends knew what happened too, I told them. And they comforted me just like anyone else would. But something told me just to come a little sooner. Come and see Jake. This now, I instantly knew I was right. Only Jake could make me stop crying within two minutes.
"Are you going to La Push High," he asked once I calmed down. I sighed, resting my head on his shoulder, "Regrettably no. Terry said that I had to live on the reservation to do that."
"Alright, I'll build us a bunk bed, you can move in and it'll be 'ight. I get top though," he said. I could hear the smile in his voice.
"No," I smacked his shoulder, "the tiny people get top. You'll either be to fat and break it and me, or roll out and land on me somehow. Plus I don't think I can deal with your gas."
We laughed, the feeling of his chest rumbling under my head was almost enough to make me sleep.
Almost.
"Look at the two love birds," a very familiar annoying voice called from behind the boat. I glanced over Jake's shoulder. Embry, Quil, and Paul. I rolled my eyes, sighing as our 'Jake and Laurel' time came to an end. I don't care his friends are here, just more harassment from Embry.
But then again, I liked to see a good brawl.
"Yeah," Jake yelled, pulling me tighter around the waist, "we're about to have sex so you guys better leave or pay up!" I giggled hard, a small squeak emitting from my throat. There is the sense of humor that I had missed. Sure it wasn't the dirty humor that Jake used to have, but it all came down to the same thing; being able to make me laugh.
"Hey Sceeter," Embry smiled placing his hands on the boat while treading water. I waved my fingers like the day before, "Allo Mr. Pervert."
"I hear you liked to bite a lot 'eh," he raised an eyebrow. I nodded, furrowing my eye brows.
"When is my turn," he smiled. I rolled my eyes. My arms and legs moved so that I would go and thump him in the head, but Jake just held me tighter. "You're not going near the water," he whispered in my ear. For one reason or another, I got the shivers. It was just because his breath was hot. Yeah, that's it. None the less, I had to get away. "I'll be fine," I smiled back leaning over the side to Embry.
"You wanna actually be bit by me," I asked, placing my hands on the boat that was rocking. Damn stupid boat. Jake was clearly hovering behind me like I was two.
Embry's wet hands fell on top of mine. "Yeah, right on my lips," he smirked. How could you bite someone on the lips? Confusion was evident on my face. Before I could voice my thoughts, his hands pulled me out of my save haven of the floating metal and into the water.
Immediately the ice ate away at my skin, leaving me breathless. But I was already breathless, because just the shock of being pulled in sent me into a gasp in which I took in a lot of water. My arms and legs began to flail everywhere, eyes snapping open to look for which way was up. Lungs already screaming for oxygen, my hand hit the surface.
I was tugged even deeper then. It felt like something wrapped around my ankle and pulled be under again. I could have been imagining it, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that I needed oxygen; and now.
I came to with Jake breathing heavily over me. That and I threw my head to the side while water poured out; along with breakfast of this morning. Water dropped from his hair into my face. I blinked rapidly, looking around. Did I faint or something? I was breathing heavily, and my arms were shaking uncontrollably.
"J-jake?" My voice defiantly didn't sound like I inhaled a bucket of water. I sounded like I hadn't breathed in months. My throat burnt with what seemed like sand.
"Laurel!" He crushed me to his being. I found myself panting as I squeezed him back. "Wh-what happened," I asked quietly.
"Embry didn't know you couldn't swim. H-he just pulled out of the boat and I-I couldn't find you," he quivered, "You weren't breathing Laurel. I th-thought you were gone."
I had to fight to get out of his embrace. I stood shakily on two legs, letting my breath come and go as it pleased. Embry was standing to our left by a giant log. The look of a ghost held his features.
In one swing, my fist came around and punched him in the face, jerking at the last second when it made contact. I dropped to my knees, sitting on my feet. "I'm tired Jake," I murmured.
Jake carried me back to his house, where I got the royalty of resting on his bed. Even though it was to big for him, it was perfect size for me. Billy and Quil put pillows all around me. I fought it the best I could, because my clothes were soaking the bed. Jake was frying the one fish we had caught prior to the... attack, as I call it.
I smiled weakly when the fish was presented to me on a plate with Billy's secret sauce. Don't ask what's in it, because it's a secret for a reason.
"Delicious," I moaned, dipping another chunk into the sauce. Jake and Quil laughed next to me. "Ah shuddup," I muttered, dipping yet another chunk in. I held it up to Jake, "You know you want some of this amazingness." He laughed, biting it out of my hands. I offered Quil some, but he declined; claiming fish smelled. Jake and I took turned eating the chucks with the sauce. Finally when I was full and satisfied, Jake took the rest for himself.
"I'm getting your bed like super wet," I yawned, shifting to get yet again comfortable on my side. He shrugged, licking his fingers of the wonder fish juices. I sighed, feeling the sleep come. I wouldn't mind falling asleep here, but then I'd just have to get up and change; finding out I had a cold.
Grunting, I threw back the covers and slumped over to his dresser. "What are you doing," he asked following me quickly. I noticed how his eyes flickered between me and it. "What, hiding porn," I asked opening the first drawer. I grabbed a pair of his shorts and a sweater that were a mess. He quickly shut it, pushing me out of his room, "Bathroom's across the hall old timer." I laughed weakly. Jake could be hot and cold, hyper and boring, confused and wise; all at the same time. That's what was so fun about him. That and he knew how to make jokes, not take them.
I opened the door, thinking that it was empty—I could have never been so wrong.
Embry was currently checking his face in the mirror. At first I thought he was full of himself; until he turned and I really saw what he was looking at.
Jake had punched his nose, and it bleed—but it didn't bruise. I on the other hand, somehow punched his nose, lip, and eye at the same time. A giant bruise took over his nose, showing it was slightly crooked, and his eye was engulfed in blue and black. The worst was his lip. It was also bruised, but in the corner was a cut that was two inches long that went towards his nose. It looked deep, but not deep enough to consider stitch worthy. Maybe I didn't do that. Jake must have!
"Oh God," I gasped placing a hand over my mouth, "What the hell did Jake do to you?"
He sneered, "Yeah right. You did this. He didn't touch me. Only when he shoved me out of the way to give you mouth to mouth." Jake gave me mouth to mouth? Gross! I grimaced, "Really? Disgusting."
Embry's eyes widened considerably, "Really? You find that disgusting? You two really don't have the hots for each other." I nodded, knitted my brows for what seemed the millionth time since being here. Do we not make our selves clear enough or something?
"So," he smiled, wincing at the cut and the bruising, "will you kiss and make them better?"
I snorted, "You're the one with hots for me."
None the less, I felt bad for sucker punching the guy. I got on my tip toes, pecking his eye and nose quickly, same for the cut. "Happy," I asked with a sigh. He smiled wider, "I think my lips are bruised from when I went down from your Hulk punch..." Was I openly flirting with Jake's friend? I glanced him over. He was cute; tanned skin, shaggy black hair; adorable face, taller than me. Nice, sense of humor, can take a joke—and a punch from a girl without whining much. How would Jake react? I mean would he feel uncomfortable?
No, I can't. I practically begged him not to date Bella, I can't turn around and do the same thing I asked him not to.
"I—" I started, but stopped once I felt a hand on my shoulder.
"Embry, do I have to give you another black eye to match the first one," Jake ordered, pointing towards his room."
We watched the boy leave, tail between legs if he could. "Was he giving you trouble, cause—" he said.
"No," I cut him off, "I was apologizing for punching him. Cut him some slack." I was trying to push him out the door, so I could finally change, but it looked like it wasn't going to happen. "Do you... like Embry," he asked softly. My body stopped pushing against him. Did I like Embry? No tingly feelings sparked within me. I leaned my hips to the side, lifting a leg and patting my stomach.
"Looks like a no go; these butterflies don't want his mojo," I announced stopping my silly antics. He let out a small sigh of relief. I bet he was feeling the same way I did when I thought he liked Bella; scared to be separated after so many years.
I patted his shoulder, "Don't worry, bro's before hoe's. And even if I did like him, which I don't, I wouldn't even think about dating anyone before asking you. I'm going to ask your opinion and permission. It's going to be Scabbers and Sceeter for the next couple months or so."