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Jamie's Point of View
I awoke from my slumber to the sound of my mother pounding on my door. "Jamie, wake up! You only have twenty five minutes to get ready!!!" I pulled up my head and yawned. There was a huge smudge on the window where my head had rested the night before. "Jamie? Do I have to come in there???" More pounding.
"I'm up, I'm up," I yelled grumpily. My mind finally caught up. Today was Friday; it had been a week since the bonfire.
Jacob had been gone for eight days.
Eight.
I sighed, fogging up the glass of my bedroom window. Maybe I should just call Kim and tell her that I was giving up on Jacob coming home on his own. I glanced down at my cell phone, willing it to ring. Nothing. Swallowing my disappointment, I looked outside my window and examined the forest below. No movement at all besides the drizzling rain. I rested my head back down against the cool, smooth glass. This wasn't the first time I had woken up in a chair beside my window. I had spent the last six nights staying up till three watching for a giant, russet wolf…for Jacob. There had been no sign of him that I could tell. Maybe he had changed his mind and did go out of state…I shook off the thought. That wouldn't change when he came home too much, I wouldn't think. Still, the thought of Jacob being that far away made me feel extremely, extremely alone.
I groaned and got up, escaping my thoughts. I slipped into a blue blouse and jeans, before brushing my hair and heading downstairs for breakfast. "Good morning, mom."
"Hey babe…you look so tired… are you getting enough sleep?"
"Not really," I admitted, "But I'll be fine. It's just a bit of insomnia."
My mother's lips pursed, but she didn't say anything. She had been really worried about me lately. I grimaced and poured myself a bowl of cereal.
Just as I was finishing my breakfast, I heard a honk outside. "Bye Mom. See you after school."
"See you sweetie."
I slung on my backpack and headed outside into the rain. Alex's car was pulled up on the curb. He waved to me, grinning. I attempted to smile back. I got into the backseat, acknowledging Nate's presence with a nod.
"Good morning James," Alex sang, "And how are you on this fine morning?"
I grimaced. "Well at least somebody's in a good mood. I still feel exhausted and terrible," I grumbled.
Alex's happy expression dropped, exposing a more serious one underneath. "Still no sign of him then?"
"No," I muttered, my eyes burning.
"I'm sorry Jamie."
I didn't respond, and I closed my eyes, leaning back on the car's leather seats. Nobody spoke for the rest of the car ride.
The rest of the day didn't go well either. I was facing the fact that I was in orchestra without a proper violin, I fell asleep in Mrs. Landon's class and she nearly took my ass off, Olivia tried to talk me into sitting back at her table with Mark, and then, to top it all off, Mark tried to talk to me into coming back to his table himself and also tried to apologize for hitting me. Apparently, what had happened in the hall that day had slipped out into the general public four days ago. I don't think they were very happy with Mark. Ever since then he had been begging me to, "come back Jamie…I'm so sorry…Please forgive my snake-like soul…I'll regret this for the rest of my long, dramatic, lying life…I don't know how I could be so stupid…"—neither can I—"…Jamie, look at me! Why aren't you listening?...Jamie?" And more of the same.
And I missed Jacob.
So it was pretty understandable that I was not in a good mood when I got home from school that day. I stomped up the stairs and slammed the door behind me. And cried for the first time in a week. All of my hopes had left me. I was starting feel cold and numb again. How was it that when I had finally accepted Jacob he wasn't there?
There was a light knock on my door. "Jamie? Can I come in?"
I only cried harder.
The door slowly came open. "Jamie," my mom whispered, taking in my appearance.
"Mom," I sobbed. She climbed onto my bed, her arms wide open.
"Oh, baby, come here," she murmured. I crawled into her lap and buried my face in to her shirt, throwing my arms around her. She rocked me back and forth. "I'm sorry, so sorry," she repeated softly, over and over again.
"I miss him, mom. I miss him so much," I blubbered.
"I know, baby, I know it," she soothed, rubbing her hand up and down my back.
My mom didn't leave me until she was sure I had stopped crying. "It's going to be okay Jamie. I promise."
And somehow I believed her. I had to.
"Thanks mom," I said quietly.
"Always." She shut the door
After a few minutes of sitting on my bed, I went back to my nightly post by the window. Watching. Waiting.
Then…
Drifting.
Jacob and I are at the beach, playing in the ocean waves…Laughing. He comes up to grab me, and I laugh some more, darting out of his reach.
"Come here, you," he growls playfully into my ear. I stumble and fall into the cold sand. He takes one look at me and literally falls down laughing. Right. Down. Beside. Me. A wave rolls in, swirling my hair around my face. I roll on top of him, reveling in his warmth.
His eyes are closed. I admire his dark, russet skin and his raven silk hair that shines in the sunlight. I can't resist running my hands through it. His lips pull up in a smile.
"I love you," he says, his voice deep and husky. His eyes are still shut tight, and his eyelashes lightly brush his skin.
"I know," I say back, a grin dancing on my lips.
I stroke his face. Trace over his eyelids and shower his face, in dire need of a good shaving, with kisses. I realize that I would never do this awake, and giggle. "I am not acting at all like myself, am I?" I ask.
"You are yourself," he responds, "You're just happy." His arms encircle me. I watch as another wave rushes in and washes around Jacob.
"Only with you," I promise, and go in for a kiss. Suddenly, I hear my phone ringing from under our beach umbrella. I curse. "I'll be right back."
"Don't go." He holds me tighter against him.
I push myself off of him. "Trust me, I would if I could. But this is important, I think. Really, really important." Jacob frowns. "Seriously, Jacob, let go right now!" I begin to panic because suddenly I notice that Jacob isn't there anymore but that I still can't move. I need to answer that phone! Get up! I scream at myself. It isn't working. The cell phone stops ringing. For a moment, I lie still, in shock. But then, I'm crying. And crying…And crying……
I jolted awake, looking around wildly. My phone! I grabbed it out of my pocket. One missed call. It began to ring again, playing a classical violin piece. It was Kim. I stared at it for a second. Oh my God. It's Kim! Answer it you idiot! Right. I fumbled with my cell for a second before it flipped open.
"Hello?" I said, my voice restless.
"Jamie! Thank God you answered! Jared says Jacob is coming back!"
"What?"
"I said, 'Jacob is coming back!'"
"Oh my God," I whispered. "Oh my God. He's coming back!?" My heart was pounding in my chest. I felt kind of dizzy; everything was spinning around and around and around.
"Jamie get yourself together!" she demanded. I could almost hear her rolling her eyes. "You need to get down here."
"Yeah," I said stupidly. "You're right. I need to—I need to…" Tears began to roll down my face. "Kim, Jacob is coming back. Right now. What am I going to say? Do? Oh my God!" I let out a sob. "He's actually coming back." Then I started laughing through my tears. I got up and searched for my shoes, slipping them on. "I'm coming! I'm coming! Don't hang up!" I was afraid that if we stopped talking I'd discover that this wasn't real. That it was all a dream. "Please don't hang up!" I begged, heading to the front door.
"I won't. I won't. Calm down," she reassured me.
"Do you think—do you think he'll be happy to see me?" I asked shakily. I was running out to my parent's car now, somehow the keys in my hand. It was pouring.
"Of course he will," Kim said softly. I jumped in the car and turned on the engine.
"Are you sure he's coming back?"
"I'm positive."
"Good," I murmured. "That's good." It was taking all my will power not to slam my foot on the gas pedal. It was pitch black outside and wet, not exactly prime conditions for speeding.
"Jamie, are you okay?"
"What do you think, Kim? I just found out that my werewolf boyfriend is coming back after being gone for a week running around Washington as a wolf. And I'm fucking crazy enough to drive out to go see him in a bad thunderstorm at three-thirty in the morning! I'm pretty sure that there's something wrong with me!"
"Sorry."
"I'm crossing the La Push reservation line right now," I informed her.
"Good."
"I really, really feel nervous right now. Kind of like I'm going to puke. And I have this weird feeling in my gut, like all my organs are gone or something. You think that's okay?"
Kim didn't answer, just sighed.
"Well, I'm sure it doesn't matter, anyway. You know I had this really good dream last night. Me and Jacob were on the beach and—,"
"God, Jamie, that's enough!" Kim interrupted me. "I'm going to let you go, all right? You should be almost there. Okay?"
"Um, okay," I said. There was a click. I smiled to myself. Two more minutes and I was going to see Jacob. And finally everything was going to be put right.
Jacob's Point of View
Someone was pounding on the door. Of course as soon as I got home they would decide to fucking bother me. That was just like them. Always trying to cheer up the damaged goods. I rolled over in my too small bed and shoved my head under the pillow, clapping my hands over my ears.
God, everything hurt. I missed her so much. So much.
Whoever was at the door wouldn't leave. Probably Embry. He usually knocked that loud. "Will you fucking shut up!? It was four in the morning and, frankly, I just want to be. Fucking. Left. Alone in my misery for once. Is that too much to fucking ask?" I yelled. They would hear me.
More banging. And I thought I heard yelling under the pouring rain. What…?
"Obviously it is," I muttered to myself, and got out of bed, fuming. I kicked the door frame on my way out of my room and it splintered. It was like they didn't know or care how much pain I was in. How it had felt to see her kissing him. To have her reject me over and over and over again.
I only hope that he hadn't screwed her over again, because if he had…
I threw open the door and it slammed against the wall. "If you don't fucking leave right—." I choked on my words.
For a second, I thought she was a dream or trick of the light, silhouetted as she was against the night. It would not be the first time I had mistaken dream for reality.
Still, I couldn't help myself from making sure. "Jamie?" I croaked.
She cleared her throat and looked down. "Jacob." She swallowed, and I watched her pale throat move with it. I slid my eyes up to examine her face, she looked so tired.
I grabbed the door frame. This didn't feel real. Everything was tilting. She grimaced. That was weird. She never did that in my dreams, usually she would be smiling and laughing and standing up so tall and straight. She didn't look like that right now. She looked awkward and broken, like something was weighing down her shoulders. But still so amazingly beautiful.
And then I felt something in me rising, warming me, bringing me life. Like the sun. "Hi," I said simply. The corners of my mouth tugged up and tears pricked my eyes.
"Hi," she whispered, still watching the floor. "I came to see you."
Then it hit me. She was really here. She had come back.
"And," she continued, words pouring out of her mouth, "and I just wanted you to know that I'm so sorry. Sorry for Mark. Sorry for ever leaving you in the first place. I don't know what I was thinking. And you have every right to be angry with me. I—"
"Jamie. Stop," I interrupted her, my throat tightening with something. "It's impossible for me to be angry at you, remember?" And then I pulled her up into my arms, putting my lips into her sweet smelling hair. "I love you," I murmured.
She sobbed into my shoulder. "Me too. I love you too, Jacob."
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