Love

Cannot be expressed by words

Nor motions

Love

Can be expressed by an act of true meaning for another soul

-Anonymous.

~June~

I sat there, gazing at a face that just 10 hours ago I'd hated.

I didn't know what was going on.

I was trapped.

I studied his sleeping face a little bit more. He was so perfect in every way. And every time I started to trust him, he'd betray me.

It's like he was a puppet master, and I let him play with me.

What if it was just for his sole entertainment? What if he didn't actually care about me? What if it was just a stupid bet one of his friends had made up?

What if when he told me he loved me, he didn't mean it?

He probably will just go on with his life once I go back to Arizona. I'd made up my mind, and I'd talked to Billy about it. I was going to keep in touch with him, and maybe visit every so often. But my life was back in Arizona, my family was there, I had to get back.

My thumb was stroking his cheek; I didn't know how long it'd been. It could've been hours for all I know.

I didn't bother look up. I just kept watching him sleep.

Does this make me a stalker?

I stood up, gently placing a pillow under his head, there was a frantic beating on the door and I dashed over to open it. An angry glare settled over my face as I spotted who it was.

~Jesse~

Everything was in a rush, I could hear myself shouting in pain, and it seemed as if my insides were set aflame. My heart pounded fast. It's excessive beating loud in my ears.

I felt myself being carried, I had phased back.

I howled as the pain ripped through me. Getting hit by a car would be much nicer than this unbearable, horrifying, burning pain that was surging through my body.

I could feel everything; I could hear nothing but my heart. I couldn't speak, or open my eyes. I was unconscious to everything but pain.

There was a sharp stinging pain in my back and I howled loudly in agony.

I was pretty sure I was going to die somewhere along this line.

Then, the excessive burning faded and the only pain I could feel was in my arm and my leg. I suppressed the rest of my howls and was submerged in darkness all over again. I was completely ignorant to everything, even the pain.

~Laurie~

I was sleeping peacefully and happily in bed, when someone literally knocked my door down. I jumped up, screaming to see Tommy standing there.

"Laurie, get downstairs now!" He shouted out me.

"What's the matter?" My voice was urgent, due to his alarmingly loud and worried tone.

"Seth's here, he said something's the matter with Jess!" He cried and stumbled over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, I could feel his tears through my silky nightgown.

I patted his back and whispered, "Oh sweetie, it's gonna be ok."

I was basically his mom. The kid was only seven, our mom had died when I was eleven, and Jess was 10. He never met her, and our dad was always away. He was always on business trips, he was very successful, and he came for visits all the time. We moved here when our grandfather was dying.

It's a long story.

Tommy pulled me downstairs, I could see the tears on his cheeks. Seth was standing in the living room, ringing his hands.

"Laurie!" He looked relieved that I was alive.

"What happened that is making my little brother cry?" I put my hands on my hips, staring at him.

"Well, you know about the whole thing, with those crazy wolves and what not?" He asked, coding it because Tommy would freak out if he knew the truth about Jesse.

"Hey Tommy, go and see if Matt is awake, ok?" I whispered, and he gave me a pleading look, but went anyway.

"What happened?" My voice came out stronger than I thought it would.

"Well, Jake was on patrol and he smelled the scent of a vampire on our territory, so he followed it. And to get to the end, me and Jess were fighting her, and she bit Jess, and broke his arm and leg. He's gonna make it, but he's in really bad shape." He whispered that last part and my whole brain collapsed. I couldn't think except for one thing: Go find him.

"Where is he?" I choked.

"He's a Jake's house. Carlisle got the venom out, and bandaged up his wounds. But before you go, I have to tell you something. I was on my way here and I ran into Lizzie, and she asked me why I looked so frantic. I was in such a rush and so worried I kind of told her Jess got hurt, not how. She flipped out and ran to Jake's house. I couldn't stop her, she clawed at me." He looked like he strongly regretted it.

"It's alright, but I gotta go, stay here and watch Tommy and Matt pretty please," I begged with big eyes and he nodded.

"You got it, go see you brother," He said as I donned on a coat, and ran outside jumping in my car even though it was only about a five minute walk.

I almost fell and hit my head on the pavement as I scrambled out of my car trying to get up the porch steps at Jake's house. I could hear screaming.

~June~

"What do you want?" I spat at her, my eyes narrowed.

"I want to see my baby! He got hurt!" Lizzie cried in her annoying nasal voice.

"He's not you 'baby' now please get off this property." I said starting to close the door.

She pushed past me and ran into the living room, kneeling beside Jess.

"Oh, no!" She cried loudly, she could've broken a window with that damn voice.

"..House." I snarled walking behind her and grabbing her shoulder, tearing her away from the sofa.

She glared at me, "Don't touch me!" She screeched.

"Get away from him and get out of my house!" I screamed at her.

"Make me!" She screamed back, planting her hands on her hips and giving me a determined face.

I rolled my eyes.

"You don't want to fight me, Sweetie. Even your plastic surgeon won't be able to fix your face. Even though it appears he can't fix it now, either." I smirked at her, crossing my arms.

"Please, you think you can come to my town, take my man, and still act like you own the world? You are a freak! Do you think everyone is just gonna like you? I can ruin you, June! Don't mess with me!" She attempted to scare me. I laughed haughtily. I knew I sounded like a bitch, but someone trying to come and take Jess away from me, I didn't like it.

"Who are you gonna gossip to? Your mom? Lizzie, sorry to break it to you, but you dress like a hoar, have a freakish voice, and act like a slut. Lose a few pounds, might be good for you." I smiled at her.

She slapped me. It wasn't a hard slap, it didn't even phase me, but I didn't like it one bit.

That's when my fist came in contact with her jaw.

"Ouch!" She cried out, clutching her face, "You bitch!"

"Honey, I'm a catholic school girl, I wasn't raised with such a vocabulary, maybe that's why people don't like you. You use offensive words. It may also why you're unattractive, and ugly mouth means an ugly person." I sang like a canary, or Alice.

She jumped at me, and I side stepped, right out of her path and she landed face first on the ground. I pretended to study my nails.

"Don't fight with a pro, Hun. I have four brothers, I know how to win." I smiled at her as she stood up.

I crossed my arms, "Whatcha gonna do next? I can't wait to dodge it and make you look like an idiot."

She screamed a wordless scream, and ran at me, she did manage to snag my wrist, but I pulled that away from her easily.

"Oh, Sweetie, you don't have that good of a chance." I smiled again, she glared at me, and stormed out.

"Wear a bigger skirt next time! Your butt is hanging out!" I called after her, and turned to see a very dumbstruck looking Laurie in the door.

"Wow, June." She whispered, her eyes huge with shock.

"What? I wrestle, big deal," I shrugged and she scurried over to where Jesse was resting. Totally undisturbed by what just happened.

"How is he?" She asked me frantically, she sat on the edge of the couch, putting her hand on his cheek.

"He's doing better, he should wake up soon," I replied easily, walking over to her and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Laurie, he saved me last night. I can't hate him anymore." I whispered and she looked up at me, a smile forming on her lips.

"He loves you, June. More that you could imagine." She murmured, her eyes falling back to Jesse.

"So I've heard." I mumbled.

"Is there anything I can get you? It's quite obvious we're not going to school." I nodded to the clock, which exclaimed 8:45.

She laughed, "Could I have some water? My throat is burning."

I smiled and walked to the kitchen, snagging my Pop tarts and grabbing her water bottle. I walked back into the living room and gave it to her. She was sitting there, stroking his cheek. I could see the tears in her eyes.

"He's gonna be alright, Laurie. He's just sleeping." I whispered.

"I know, but this could happen every day for all I know! He's at such a risk all the time. I'm always worried about him," She said, her voice shaking with fear.

"What do you mean he's at risk all the time?" I asked, clearly confused by what she was getting at.

"Oh, it's just, there are some bad gangs around here. I just worry about him getting into the wrong crowd." She was obviously lying, but I wasn't going to bother her about it.

"Hey, Laurie? Jesse mentioned you guys were from Philly once, were you really?" I asked randomly, trying to get off the recent topic.

"Yeah, we moved her when I was eleven, after my mom died. My grandfather wasn't doing to well, so we packed up and moved across the country. We never bothered to move back. Rainy, ole Washington grew on us." She smiled faintly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, how did she pass?" I asked quietly. I always wanted to know more than I should.

"She was in a car crash. It was just after Tommy was born. She and her Friend, Linda D'Auguste both died. It almost killed my father. He didn't talk for months on end. He rarely ate. And I picked up the responsibility of Tommy. He's like my own son. I love him to pieces." She said, more tears watering in her eyes.

"I'm sorry for asking. I shouldn't have." I whispered, looking down.

"No, thanks for asking, I need to talk to someone about it. My father expected us just to suck it up and move on. All the responsibility of raising the boys came down on me. I never complained and just did everything, to make their lives easier. Do you know what it was like having to turn down every invite I ever got as a kid because I had to stay home and take care of my younger brothers? I couldn't give Tommy everything he needed because I wasn't his mother. I just wanted him to have a normal childhood." She said, more tears escaping.

"Oh, Laurie." I stood up and walked over to her, hugging her tightly.

"Keep asking, it feels good to get all of this off of my chest." She whispered into my ear.

"Okay," I said, a little confused by that, but I did it for her.

"Uhm, one thing, you said your youngest brother's name is Tommy, and your last name is Thomas. Uhm, his full name is Thomas Thomas?" I asked, with a confused look.

"No, his real name is Alexander, but when he was about four or five Jesse showed him the movie Tommy Boy, and ever since it's been his favorite movie. And he's always say 'Tommy!' So calling his Tommy just picked up along that way." She laughed lightly.

"Oh, and you said your mother died in a car crash with a woman named Linda D'Auguste, did this woman happen to have a son named Ryan?" I asked, because one of my dearest friends back in Arizona's name was Ryan D'Auguste, and his mother, Linda, had died in a car crash in Philadelphia when he was ten.

"I think she did. No wait, yes she definitely did. Ryan and Jess were best friends until we moved." She said, looking up, as if she were looking into her brain.

"Oh, Ryan D'Auguste is one of my best friends." I said lightly.

She laughed, "Isn't he hilarious? That's what how I always remember him, he was so funny. One day we were all over at his house for some party. And it was just before the party started when his mother stormed into the room asking if he'd vacuumed the living room. And he said, I remember this clearly, "Mom, I am not going to vacuum until Sears invents a vacuum you can sit on!" We all laughed so hard." She grinned at the memory.

I laughed, it was pretty funny.

"Do you remember what your Mom looked like?" I asked suddenly. And she nodded, sadly.

"I always thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She had the prettiest black, ravenous curls. Her eyes were the exact same color as Jesse's are now. She was really skinny, but she was so perfect. You would've sworn she was an angel. Most people thought she'd be a model because she was a whopping 5'11. And she actually was in New York, at a modeling audition, when she met my father. He was the nervous intern for a Law Firm. She thought he was the most adorable thing ever. They fell in love the day they met When he crashed into her, she had just had her make up done and she was heading upstairs for her interview, when some clumsy,tall beanpole of an intern who was bringing coffee to his boss on the top floor stumbled into the elevator, spilling coffee all over her. She was so mad, then saw him, and fell madly in love. She gave up her whole dreams of being a model to be a house wife." She finished, taking in a great big breath.

"It sounds like you look like her," I smiled and she looked in her pocket, pulling out her wallet and taking a photo out. It was folded. She handed it to me.

I took it and unfolded it, I gasped lightly.

The picture was of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen; she'd even give Rose a run for her money.

She had perfectly tan skin, her facial expression was ecstatic. In her arms was a tiny baby, it was a him, because of the blue blanket. His eyes were open, revealing bright yellow, gold orbs.

I gasped again, "She's so beautiful. Is she holding Jess?" I whispered.

"No that's Tommy. This was taken about three weeks before the crash." She said carefully as I handed the picture back to her, she folded it carefully and slid it back in her wallet.

"I just wonder what my life would've been like if she were alive. I missed my senior prom because Tommy had stomach flu and my dad was on a business trip. And Jesse had it too." She murmured, her hand was stroking Jesse's hair gently.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said lightly, my face remaining in a sad expression.

"Stop apologizing, it's not your fault." She laughed lightly. It wasn't a real life. "The most gorgeous guy in the whole senior class had asked me! Me! And I felt like such a fool calling him the night of Prom and telling him I couldn't go because my six year old brother had the flu. He was so sweet about it, but I knew he was actually pissed." She sighed.

Jesse's eyes fluttered open.

She gasped cried out, "Jess!"

He tried to smile, but it was obvious he was in pain.

"Laurie," His voice tried to sound happy, but he sounded so exhausted, so pained.

"Hun, you rest, you need it." She said, smiling at him, just because he was awake.

"Where am I? Where is Ju.." He stopped his sentence, his eyes landing on me. His lips formed the saddest smile I'd ever seen.

"Hi, Jess," I smiled and walked over to them, kneeling next to him, his hand found mine and our fingers twined together.

"How are you feeling?" I asked in a soft voice.

"Like crap," He said easily.

"Go back to sleep," I whispered, putting my hand on his cheek.

"Don't leave," He murmured, his eyes half closed.

I bent over and kissed his cheek gently, "I'm not going anywhere, Big Guy,"

"June?"

"Yes, Jesse?"

"I love you."

"I know."