Well, I'm sorry that I haven't updated in such a long time, but as you can imagine, the holidays were crazy busy and of course, filled with food and family. Hopefully all of your holidays were fun and exciting! Enjoy the chapter guys!
When I finally got down to La Push, I had cooled off slightly. Oh I still wanted to bash Edward Cullen's stone head in, but I was better. I arrived in Jake's driveway, and he was waiting for me, arms folded with him leaning against the house. I smiled as I shut off the engine, and leaped down to the ground. I ran to him, and buried myself into his arms. He laughed softly.
"Well that's certainly a nice hello," he said, wrapping his arms around my body and holding me closer to him.
"You know what would make it better?" I said, looking up into his eyes, and stretching on my tiptoes.
"Oh I couldn't imagine," he said, playing along, a smirk on his face as he bent his head to reach me. The kiss was short and sweet, and went from one kiss to many kisses. But it soon transformed. Soon, quick little kisses became long and hard; filled with longing and pleasure. His arms went from around my back to around my waist and reaching and higher while mine went from his back to his hair. I pushed myself harder into the kiss, and so did he. I could feel his smile in the kiss for short fleeting moments before he succumbed to the need to return to well, quite frankly, making out. It lasted for a gloriously long time, until we were both too tired to move, and the night sky began to take its place. We sank to the ground, his arm around me as we just observed the coming twilight.
"Where's Billy?" I asked, just now wondering how we'd been able to get away with this little session. Jake nuzzled my neck, kissing it gently. Finally, he took the time to answer.
"He was out with Charlie of course. They're looking for houses up here for you guys to live in." Jake said. "So, we were extremely lucky."
"I'll say." I said, laughing. I rested my head against his chest, and he pulled me onto his lap and put his arms around me so I wouldn't be cold with the coming nightfall. We watched the night sky transform into a deep darkness with the light of the moon beaming down on us. I began getting drowsy, and snuggled closer to him. I heard a soft chuckle, and that was it.
I woke up on his bedspread, just curled up in his arms. He was resting against the wall, sitting up, just holding me to him while I had slept. I blinked drowsily and he smiled.
"Hello there sleepyhead," he drawled softly. "How was your nap?" I smiled, and burrowed deeper into his arms.
"Good." I said, and he laughed at my quick and somewhat sleepy response.
"That's good then," he said, an infectious smile spreading across his own face. Just then, clarity finally seeped into my brain.
"Jake? Where are Charlie and Billy?" I asked. I glanced out the window. It was definitely much too dark for them simply to be browsing houses at this point. Jake just shrugged though.
"I think Charlie's trying to get a claim for your house to be sold right now. So, they'll probably get back soon." He smiled. "We might want to get out of my room and off my bed if that's the case," he said wryly.
"Just a little while more?" I asked. "I've never really looked around your room." He smirked.
"You want to look around my room?" he questioned, somewhat confused. I nodded.
"It's getting to know a part of you," I explained. "That's important to me." He just shook his head.
"If it's what you want, I won't stop you." He said, smirk still on his face. I untangled myself from his arms and leapt off the bed to examine his room. He had a dreamcatcher hanging above his bed; made of feathers, wood, leather string and some beads. It looked like it belonged in a forest rather than a house, but then again, so did my Jacob. In a good way of course. I moved on from that though. He watched me with a bemused expression as I looked around his room. His bookshelf was in a corner of the room, and I scanned the shelves to see the titles that lurked there. I saw things like Orwell's 1984, Golding's Lord of the Flies, Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter. It was a wide range of literature, and had a few random books thrown in, but overall looked pretty good. Of course my Jacob would have good taste in books.
I moved onto his closet. I slid the large wooden door out of the way, and nearly tripped on the bottom slider. Jacob tried not laughing. And failed. I ignored him, and delved deeper into his closet. I found a worn blue bandana that rested on one of the inner shelves. I brought it out to him.
"Why is this so worn out?" I asked him. His eyes widened.
"It's the bandana I had practically attached to my head for practically seven years." He ran a hand through his hair. "It's been a long time since I've seen that old thing." He looked at it and laughed. "I should just throw it out." He reached for it, but I held it to my chest. He looked at me curiously.
"I like it," I said. He laughed.
"You are so odd. You can have it if you want." I nodded. He looked at me curiously. "Why on earth do you want that ratty old thing though?" I hesitated before answering.
"Because…I'd guess it meant a lot to you if you kept it for such a long time. And, I'd like to have a little piece of you with me everywhere I go." He smiled and shook his head.
"Silly Bells. You always have a piece of me with you." He said.
"Oh?" I inquired. "And what would that be?" He smiled.
"Well, I practically gave you my heart from the moment I met you. So you always have that." I smiled, and rushed to his arms.
"Just like you have mine," I murmured. He just held me for a moment and looked at me.
"You really want the bandana?" He asked. I nodded, and began to wrap it around my wrist and tie it. He sighed. "Let me help you with that," he said, helping me tie it around my left wrist. When it was finished, I went back to inspecting his room. I came across a few pictures of his entire family; his sisters, Billy, and…his mother. I found a lot of pictures with him and Quil and Embry and smiled at their goofy expressions in the photos. There weren't many more decorations or things to be found, so we just made our way to the living room to watch TV for the rest of the night, or at least until Charlie and Billy came home.