Chapter 17 Your Vampire's Sick
Jacob was eating slowly, listening to his father talk about mostly pointless things.
"Did you hear me, Jake?"
"What?" he asked, raising his head to look at Billy.
"I'm sorry."
Okay, maybe he hadn't actually been listening.
He just couldn't stop thinking about Edward.
Seeing his face.
Feeling his cool lips against his.
"I said, are you sure that this is what you want?"
"Yes," Jacob answered, his lips curving into a smile.
"It is. He makes me happy."
They both looked toward the front door when they heard it slam open, surprised as Quill ran into the room.
"Quill, what are you doing here? I've missed you-"
"Not now, Jake," he said quickly.
"I think you should come outside with me."
"Why? What is it?"
"Me and Embry were talking to Cullen, just talking I swear, only he looked kinda weird and paler then normal, then he just apologized and ran behind your garage. I didn't even know that that could happen to vampires, but, judging from the sounds, he must be pretty sick."
"What?" Jacob gasped in horror, standing up quickly, pushing his chair back from the table and running outside.