Before you say ANYTHING, I know, I know. I said that the story would be updated on Friday, and now it's Saturday, and I'm just posting this today. I was temporarily banned from the computer because my little brother HAD the upload the videos from Christmas. I hate household Monarchies........ Well, it's up now, so QUIT WHINING!!!!!! Hahahahaha I love you all!!! XD
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE STORY, MOVIE, OR ANYTHING RELATED TO TWILIGHT. Nor do I own a 17 foot flagpole, but who cares about that?? NOW READ!! READ!! READ!! DAMMIT, READ ALREADY!!!! WHY ARE YOU STILL READING THIS STUPID DISCLAIMER THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT??? THE GOOD STUFF IS DOWN THERE!!!! SO READ IT!!!!!!!!!!! Wow....... you people have NO sense of judgment, do you? You're sitting here, STILL reading this pointless thing that I've typed JUST TO ANNOY YOU, when you SHOULD BE READINT THE STORY THAT I WROTE FOR YOUR BENEFIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still reading this, huh??? That means that you have a pointless, worthless, MISERABLE life, and you are trying to distract yourself with pointless notes. I pray for you, my friends...... I really do..................
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"Hey, Jake? Do we have any idea what time it is?"
"Not sure. Why?"
"Well, remember that science project I was telling you about?" I had told Jacob that the letter from him was a note from my science teacher about a class project. He just COULDN'T know the actual contents of the envelope.
"Aww, Bells!!! You just got here!!!! Don't leave yet…!"
"Sorry, Jake, but I have to. If I miss another assignment because I've been hanging out here, I'll fail the semester!!!!"
"But, Bella-"
"No, Jake," I said like I was scolding a dog. And yes, I did do it on purpose. "I need to leave."
"Fine," he replied, a hint of acid leaking into that one simple word.
"But…… I do still need a ride home………"
His face immediately lit up at my hidden request.
"I would be honored to escort you home, Miss Swan."
"Why, how gracious or you, Sir Black."
We both laughed so hard that we almost fell over.
Jacob played his "gentleman" role all the way to the car. He even opened my door for me and closed it when I was seated. How sweet-ish…….
Jake didn't talk for most of the car ride, until we arrived at my house.
"Hey, Bells? Do you think you'll be able to hang out again tomorrow?"
I could sense a pang of sadness in his words.
"Sure, Jake. Why, what's up?"
"I just……. I missed you… That's all."
"Aww, Jake!! It was only, like, a week."
"I know, but still…"
I couldn't resist throwing my arms around his neck, trying to comfort him and make him feel better.
"Don't worry. I'll call you later, and I'll come down to La Push tomorrow, okay?"
"Cool. What time do you think you can get there tomorrow?"
"Well, tomorrow is Saturday. What time do you think you'll wake up? Four in the afternoon?" I teased.
"Let's aim for eleven, okay?"
"Four in the afternoon it is, then."
He just glared at me. I loved teasing him like that!
"Kidding, kidding!!! Jeez, Jake, calm down. Eleven o'clock. I'll be there."
Realizing that he made a fool of himself, his russet-colored skin seemed to develop a red undertone.
"I'll see you tomorrow, okay? I promise."
"Okay."
And with that, my personal "sun among the clouds" drove off.
When my brain finally caught up to speed on the real reason I came home, my breaths became uneven.
Damn, I thought when I saw Charlie's cruiser. I have GOT to calm down. Charlie's going to notice that something is wrong, and I do NOT need to be interrogated at the moment.
I stood on the porch for a moment, working on getting my breathing steady. When I was sure that I could make it, I entered the house. Naturally, Charlie was glued to the television watching-what else?-a baseball game.
"Hi, dad."
"Hey, Bella. Did you have fun with Jake? What did you kids do?"
"Yeah, dad. We went for a long walk, and then we hung out in the garage." Charlie didn't know about the bikes either, and he would kill me if he did. So, instead of saying "Jake and I rode our secret motorcycles around in the middle of the woods at top speed like insane adrenaline junkies," I preferred to stick with the safe, and severely less crazy, "nice long walk" excuse.
"Sounds like you two had a good time. Are you getting together again tomorrow?"
"Yeah, dad, I am. I haven't seen him in, like, a week. Not including today, I mean."
"Good. I'm glad that you two have gotten so close. It's great to see you happy, again, Bells."
"Sure, sure." Charlie smiled as I said that. He knew that I picked it up from Jake, and it only proved how close we had gotten, and how happy he made me.
Little did either of us know that my being happy was about to do a complete 180.
I made steak and wild rice for dinner, all the while thinking about the envelope in my textbook. I was silent trough the meal, and cleaned up at warp speed.
"Where's the fire, Kiddo?"
"I've just got a lot of studying to get done. There's going to be a big test next week, and I need to do well."
"Oh. Well, do you need help cleaning up?"
"Nah, I got it, dad. I'm almost finished, but thanks. Go ahead and watch the game."
"Alright, then."
I put the last fork in the dishwasher and gathered my books off of the counter by the fridge.
"Hey, I'm probably just going to crash when I finish, so I guess I'll say good night now."
"Okay. See you in the morning, Bella."
"Night, dad."
I climbed the stairs so quickly that I tripped. I would have fallen on my face if my books weren't there to cushion the blow.
I practically sprinted into my room and kicked the door closed behind me. I dropped all of my books on my desk. All except one.
Carrying my science book in shaking hands, I walked over to my bed. I just sat there for what seemed like hours, staring at the thing. Slowly, oh so very slowly, I opened it to where the envelope was hiding. I was surprised to see that it was still there. I figured that the entire thing was just my imagination acting up. I slowly ran my fingers along the golden designs, making sure that it was real.
When my hand reached my name, I stopped. My breathing accelerated and cold beads of sweat formed on my forehead and the back of my neck. The room seemed to get extremely small and cold, and I began to shake violently.
I lifted the letter into the air, holding it up to the light, trying to examine its contents.
Come on, Bella, I thought to myself. Just open the thing. Get it over with. You don't know why he wrote it or what it says. Just do it! Rip it open quickly, like ripping off a Band-Aid. You can do it!!
I flipped it over and just stared. It all felt like a dream. It was like I was watching myself as my hand slowly slid under the flap and lifted up. The sound of the tearing paper sounded so distant and otherworldly.
As I pulled the letter out of the envelope, it felt like my heart was going to beat right out of my chest. I could hear my pulse throbbing in my ears. Tears formed in my eyes, and I laid it down next to me.
I need air….
I walked over to my window, slid it open as high as it would go, and let the tears flow freely. I just stood there, looking through my window into the woods, and cried.
There, for a split second, hiding among the trees, I could swear that I saw a pair of sad, liquid-gold eyes, staring right at me. I searched for the face and the body that they belonged to, but as I did, they disappeared.