When I got home, I walked in the door and found Charlie. He was watching the game with Billy.
"Hey Bella," Billy said as I stepped in the room.
"Hey Uncle Billy," I smiled.
"Hey dad," I said kissing his cheek.
"I heard what happened," he said as I walked out of the room. I froze.
"I'm proud of you Bells," he said. "You're strong."
Swallowing hard, I nodded and smiled. Uncle Billy caught my eyes. He was giving me a nod of his own, almost saying 'believe it because it's true'.
Leaving the room again, I headed upstairs. I needed to unpack and start working on that song for Pete.
After throwing everything in my laundry basket, I grabbed my mail that Pete had sent with their tracks and put it in my computer. I listened to their songs and style. Picking up some paper, I went to my bed and began working.
I got the girl part down. It wasn't too hard to be truthful. Hayley from Paramore was a really good singer. I liked her voice. But B.O.B was a different story. It was like I was walking into another music dimension with rapping. Sighing, I grabbed the keys to the Cullen's house and went to go to the music studio they built for me.
Just as I opened the door, I saw Quil standing on the porch getting ready to knock.
"Oh, hey," I said with a pad of paper and a pencil in my hand.
"Hey Bella," he said watching as I shut the door behind me.
"Are you going somewhere?" he wondered. I nodded, "I have to compose this song for some people, so I was heading to the Cullen's. Did you want to join me?" I asked.
He scrunched up his face but followed me to his truck.
"You don't have to. I just have to figure out this rapping section of the song."
"Rap?" he asked with his ears perking up. I nodded and started the car. Hopping in, he sat there with me as I went to the mansion.
"So what's up?" I wondered, breaking the silence in the car.
"I know you probably don't want to hear this, but, I want to thank you for yesterday."
"Thank me?" I asked glancing over at him. He nodded.
"You made sure Claire was safe. I don't know what I would do if…"
I gulped. He didn't have to finish that sentence. So badly I wanted to ask why he was thanking me. He had nothing to thank me for. He should be blaming me.
Before I could say anything though, we pulled up to the Cullens and he hopped out.
"So this rapping thing," he said following me upstairs.
"Don't laugh okay? But I really have no experience in the rapping area. So… I have to figure something out."
He let out a chuckle and I glared at him.
"I can help," he volunteered.
"Really?" I asked surprised. He nodded. "Who is it for?"
"B.O.B and Hayley Williams from Paramore."
His eyes bugged out of his sockets and he immediately took my pad of paper.
"Interesting," he said reading it over.
"Yea, I was thinking it would go something like this," I said starting with the keyboard. Pressing a few buttons, I added a clapping beat.
"Okay, hold on," he said looking around for a pencil. Grabbing a pen he found on the ledge, he began writing out a few parts.
"I like that," I smiled as he continued. Listening to the beat, I played a few starting keys and went over the song. As I sang the Hayley's part, Quil pitched in rapping B.O.B's.
("Airplanes" by B.O.B and Hayley Williams)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars?
I could really use a wish right now
Wish right now
Wish right now
[Verse 1: B.O.B]
Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish
To go back to a place much simpler than this
'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin'
And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion
And all the pandemonium and all the madness
There comes a time where you fade to the blackness
And when you starin' at that phone in your lap
And you hopin' but them people never call you back
But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night
[Chorus: Hayley Williams (B.O.B)]
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
[Verse 2: B.o.B]
Ya, ya, somebody take me back to the days
Befo' this was a job, befo' I got paid
Befo' it ever mattered what I had in my bank
Ya, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway
And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it
But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant
I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta' airplanes
Then maybe oh maybe I'll go back to the days
Befo' the politics that we call the rap game
And back when ain't nobody listen to my mixtape
And back befo' I tried to cover up my slang
But this is fo' Decatur, what's up Bobby Ray?
So can I get a wish
To end the politics
And get back to the music
That started this shit?
So here I stand and then again I say
I'm hopin' we can make some wishes
outta' airplanes
[Chorus: Hayley Williams (B.o.B)]
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Can we pretend that airplanes
In the night sky
Are like shooting stars? (Shooting Stars)
I could really use a wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
Wish right now (Wish right now)
[Outro: B.o.B]
I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
Like, like, like shootin' stars
(Like shootin' stars)
I-I-I-I could really use a wish right now
(I could really use a wish right now)
A wish, a wish right now
(A wish right now)
"I like that," I smiled. He grinned too.
"Who knew you were so talented," I smiled. After adding a few things to the song, I had Quil rap one more time and sent a demo.
"Need anything else?" he wondered as I sat at the piano. I shook my head.
"Alright, well I'm off. Sorry I couldn't stick around longer," he said. I smiled. "Thanks for the help."
"Anytime Bella," he grinned cockily. "I am your go to guy for rapping."
He made some weird DJ hand motion like he was spinning a record and started popping a beat. Laughing at his corniness, I threw a pencil at him and he quickly went to leave, still smirking.
As I realized I would be by myself, I felt a bit of panic. Daring myself to call out for Quil again, I shook my head. I would be fine. There is no threat. Whoever that vampire was, couldn't come here. It wouldn't come here.
Letting out a long breath, I waited to hear the door close downstairs so I wouldn't be tempted to shout for the man. Most of the boys were already tired from patrols and Pack things Sam had going on. They didn't need to be any more worked up or stressed by following me along or trotting along the Cullen's house while I was here.
The clan of vampires I had considered to be my 'family' had top-notch security installed in their house for me anyways. And I had heard Quil set the system. I was okay. Or I hoped I would be.
I went back to reading over the lyrics I started writing a while ago. It popped into my head suddenly, and I knew this song was for Collin and Brady. I sat at the piano for a while trying to figure out a melody.
Adding to my lyrics every so often, I figured out a few chords.
("Fuckin' Perfect" by P!nk)
Made a wrong turn once or twice
Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good'
It didn't slow me down.
Mistaken, always second guessing
Underestimated, look I'm still around
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
You're so mean when you talk
About yourself. You were wrong.
Change the voices in your head
Make them like you instead.
So complicated,
Look happy, You'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It's enough, I've done all I could think of
Chased down all my demons
I've seen you do the same
(Ohh ohhhhhhh)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
The whole world's scared, so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line and we try try try but we try too hard
And it's a waste of my time.
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that, why do I do that (why do I do that)?
(Yeah!)
I'm Pretty, pretty, pretty
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me
(You're perfect, you're perfect)
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel
Like you're less than fucking perfect.
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel
Like you're nothing, you are perfect to me.
Finishing up, I smiled as it was completed. It was just right. I had picked up a few things from Quil when he was rapping. I liked watching him. What he could do was cool and he was good at it. The song was perfect, stopping in the middle and sort of talking while adding a beat.
Getting up, I recorded it and then burnt it to a CD. (Just in case I was ever to forgot it or what not). Taking one more look at the studio, I felt at peace.
I made my way home in no time. I had to admit, I was nervous to actually go downstairs and walk out of the Cullen's house by myself. There were so many scary scenarios that ran through my head- all of the possibilities that could happen. But I sucked it up. I ran out of the house like a bat out of hell and jumped in my car.
Giggling at myself as I made it back home, I opened the door to see pizza on the table. Grabbing a slice, I went back upstairs.
I shrugged off my jacket and plopped on my bed. True, I was feeling more peaceful after doing some music, but I was still on edge. Calling Pete, I told him the song was done and I would send it over.
He was beyond excited. For some reason he had complete faith in me.
Taking out an envelope, I stuck the CD and lyrics in there and then went to ship it off to the mailbox.
As I walked back up to the house, I saw Sam coming out of the woods beside my house.
"Hey," I breathed coming to wrap my arm around his side. He kissed my head and hugged me.
"Think we can spend some time with you in wolf form?" I asked.
He gave me a raised eyebrow and I blushed. It had been a while since Sam was in my backyard in his wolfy like appearance. I slightly missed all those nights with him like that.
He nodded, giving me one more kiss before heading to the backyard. Stepping inside the house, I found Charlie had already gone to bed. Moving to the back of the house, I pushed the screen door back and saw my wolf.
"Hi," I giggled as he approached me. With a scratch to his big face, I sat on the steps.
"I missed this," I told him as he purred. His eyes opened and he gave me a questionable look.
"We haven't done this in a really long time. Do you remember when you first imprinted on me and you pretty much stalked the hell out of me out here?"
He rolled his eyes and I smiled. After a while, I was starting to get tired. I didn't want to leave though. His wolf brought me comfort in ways the man couldn't. So we laid down in the grass. As he put his head on his paws, I laid against his big furry body.
"Quil thanked me today," I said thinking over my day. His big head moved a bit so it could look at me better.
"He wanted to show me his appreciation for keeping Claire safe."
Sam let out some sort of agreeing noise so I rolled my eyes.
"I don't see why though," I huffed. "I didn't protect Claire in any way that I should have. She could have-…" I stopped. I told myself I needed to pull it together, not fall apart. "I just don't see why I was thanked."
Sam moved a little and his nuzzle hit me. I could picture what he was trying to say, but in all honesty I wasn't sure if I wanted to hear it. My dad was proud of me, Sam was proud of me, Uncle Billy was proud of me and Quil was thankful towards me. How was this right?
"She was a vampire Bella," Sam said now naked in front of me. I sat up a bit surprised.
"You made it away unscathed with a vampire watching you. Both you and Claire made it away safely. That does deserve a thanks."
I shook my head towards the ground, still not understanding. "Sam, we just got lucky. I don't know what I would have done…and what about Claire? You are all giving me credit for something I just got lucky with."
"Lucky or not, you felt something that was wrong. You trusted your instincts."
I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Bella," Sam said getting me to look up at him. "You didn't stay at the beach or go against what you felt. That is why you are being thanked. You made sure to trust your instincts and leave- for the sake of yourself and Claire."
He swallowed hard staring at me, "I don't know what would have happened if you stayed there and ignored what your body was telling you. I could have- I could have lost you," he choked out. Finding the need to comfort him, I brought my hand up to his face and kissed him softly.
"I'm not losing you and you aren't losing me." He stared into my eyes and kissed me again, bringing us both down on the ground.
"Sam," I panted as he hovered above me. "Your naked in my backyard."
Giggling, he blushed and went to pull on his shorts that were tied around his ankle.
"Come on lover boy," I smiled taking his hand and pulling him to my room. I swear Sam and I could never sleep apart. As much as I tried, he always found away to come and snuggle with me.
He hugged me close as we lay in bed.
"I love you," I whispered as we spooned. Kissing my temple he squeezed me tight. "I love you too baby."
It had been a few weeks since fiasco with the vampire. Since then, Sam and I have been inseparable. I think we both had the fear of losing each other. Either way though, I didn't mind. I loved having him around. The days and nights with him all blurred into one. I truly felt like I was head over heels in love.
Charlie finally admitted his feelings to me about Sue, and I pushed him to asking her going out on a date. I laughed when Charlie gave me the play by play. He was so nervous that he drove past her house when he went to go pick her up.
With Sue and Charlie now together, Seth, Leah and I had become a lot closer. They hung over my house a lot. Leah was now back with Cole, finding him to be the man she always wanted to be with, imprint or not. I guess their little break showed her that she didn't need some supernatural tie to show her the way. So anyways, Sam and Cole had been pretty good friends since they were always around.
Collin and Brady had been doing well with the Pack still too. I had mailed the two the song I had wrote and they immediately swept me up into two very big hugs.
Jake and Sarah, along with Kim and Jared had both been going strong. I swear they were just as inseparable as Sam and I.
Quil and Claire were still going good. Quil found it hard at times to be with the little girl and not actually be with her, but everyone helped him past it little by little. He was just so wrapped into seeing all the happy couples, that he wanted it with Claire too, but she was still too young.
Embry, Seth, and Paul both hadn't found a girl yet, but Paul was sure busy 'dating' as he called it with a smirk.
So our Pack was going good. Well at least until Jake burnt down their house.
It was one day during the week when Jake needed my help. He wanted to cook Sarah dinner and ask her to move in with him. He had gotten Uncle Billy's approval, along with her parents and had set everything up. So as I was walking to their house, I stepped inside and found Jake messing around with a pan that was on fire.
"Jake!" I yelled stepping into the kitchen. I saw their was oil burning in the pan.
"I got this Bells!" he shouted. "Step Back!" he pushed me away and threw water into the fire.
"No!" I shouted as the fire grew. "Jake, you never put water into burning oil!" I yelled. Trying to stop the flames, I grabbed a kitchen towel and swatted at them. Unfortunately the fire was too fast and the flames started catching on everything.
"We have to go," I coughed to Jake. He shook his head and continued to swat. The smoke was getting to be too much as I saw Jake started to cough too.
"Jake!" I yelled as the fire scorched the kitchen walls. Pulling him along, I covered my mouth and ran out of the house. Pulling out my phone when we were safe, I called the fire department. Sirens came a while later and put out the blaze.
We stared at the burnt place. Half of the outside of the house was missing. The whole kitchen was in charcoal along with part of the hallway and bathroom.
"What happened?" Billy asked as he wheeled towards us.
"Dad," Jake said brokenly. I gave them a minute as Sam approached us with some others.
"Woah," Embry said looking at the house.
"Jake feels guilty enough," I said. I winced as I saw Sarah step out of her car flabbergasted at the scene. Quickly going over to her, she looked worried.
"Bella what happened? Are you okay? Is Jake okay?" she rushed out. I put a hand on her shoulder. She looked nice all dressed up for her date. I pulled a face.
"Everyone is okay. Jake just had a minor cooking accident."
"Minor?" she asked looking over to the house. I teetered my head, "okay, so it was little more than that. He just…can't cook," I admitted. She let out a little chuckle, watching her boyfriend and Uncle Billy talk. We chatted a while later till Jake came over to her and hugged her. Excusing myself, I went back to find Sam.
"Hey," I said as he looked at the house.
"What the hell happened? Are you okay?" he asked looking me over.
"I'm fine," I said touching his forearms. I had a bit of black dust on me and looked like I had just been through the war and back, but I was good.
Explaining the whole story, Sam shook his head. Both Embry and Paul chuckled.
"Don't you mock him," I commanded to the two. "He feels bad enough without you two getting on his case."
Both the boys gave me a grump look as Sam made that become an official order.
"I'm going to go check on Uncle Billy," I told my boyfriend, squeezing his hand. Giving me a quick kiss, I left him with his Pack.
"You okay old man?" I joked. He continued to stare at his halfly burnt house.
"The fire department said we couldn't stay here. It would be unsafe. What are we supposed to do?"
I had a feeling he was wondering this to himself in shock, but I put in my two senses nonetheless.
"You are welcome to stay with Charlie and I. I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
Finally Billy turned to me. "I could never do that Bella. Jake and I will just find a hotel."
"A hotel that is wheel chair accessible?" I asked. "Billy, really. Please stay with us. I would love to have you guys. It would give me a piece of mind and you a piece of your wallet back," I said. He chuckled.
"I could never repay you," he said.
"No one said you had to," I smiled. He hesitantly nodded and I grinned. Telling him I would grab what I could from his house, I pulled Jake away and told him what was going to happen.
"I was just going to sleep in the garage," he said. I rolled my eyes and hit him. "Well your father is staying with us. You are welcome too to but if you have another invitation for somewhere else," I hinted to Sarah as she was on the phone with her parents. He blushed.
"You're welcome to stay with Charlie and I but it's up to you. I have to grab some of your guys' stuff though," I said kissing his cheek.
As I walked into the house, I called Charlie and informed him what was going on. He told me he would be over in a jiff and we hung up.
"What are you doing?" Sam wondered hugging me from behind.
"Hi," I smiled rummaging around Billy's room. "I am getting some of Uncle Billy's things. He agreed to stay with Charlie and I for a while."
Sam raised his eyebrow. Stuffing some things in bags, Sam began to help me.
"So then are you staying with me?" he asked casually. I turned to him confused.
"No…why?"
He stopped folding things and looked at me. "Because you are going to be living with three other people and have a total of one bathroom, 3 bedrooms, and a kitchen."
I rolled my eyes strolling closer to him. "One," I said sliding my hands around his waist, "I have a big bed that Jake and I could both sleep in," he growled but I continued, "two, im sure we can work past the bathroom issue, and three, my kitchen is not that small, thank you very much," I said pulling away. He grabbed my arm, making me stumble back to him.
"But I, one, have a bigger kitchen," he said copying me, "I, two, have a bigger house that includes more than one bathroom, and I, three, have more than one guest room and a bigger bed."
"Then maybe you should have these guests at your house," I giggled. He growled as I teased him.
"As much as I love you and your offer," I said looking at him, "We will be okay."
"Not if Jake I sleeping in your bed," he growled again. I put hands on his chest, moving them up and down to calm him.
"Its just Jake. We used to do it as kids."
"Don't care," he grumbled out kissing me possessively at my neck.
"Sam," I laughed. "Okay," I said pulling away from him.
"Jake can sleep on the couch in the living room. The bathroom shouldn't be a problem, and either should the kitchen," I said with a twinkle.
"Bella," he groaned. I sighed. I knew were getting into the whole future talk again. First he would bring up the whole 'you should move in with me' thing but I would stay adamant. I would repeatedly tell him I not am moving into his place before getting married. Then, he would bring that up, saying it was the perfect age for us to start settling down. He could and would possibly bring up the marking debate I was having with myself and then would end with begging me to let him give him the opportunity to propose to me. By this time, I would be shaking my head and pull away from him. The night would end in a disagreement that kept us a part until someone cracked.
"Lets not start okay?" I pleaded with him.
"I just want you to be mine," he said in a whine.
"I am yours," I said kissing him softly. "I am your forever and ever."
"Then why can't we make everything official?" he asked. "Why do I feel like you just want to stay as we are for the rest of your life?"
"Well, what's wrong with this place we're at?" I wondered slightly hurt. He sighed and hugged me tighter. "Baby its great, it's just… I want us, you know? I want more than us to be dating and seeing each other when we can. I want us to be together and I wanna wake up to you every morning. I want to cuddle with you and kiss you whenever I possibly can."
"Don't you do most of that already?" I asked not looking at him. "You kiss me senseless every time I see you, and you wake up to me most days. Hell, you wake up before me most days," I corrected. I started playing with his shirt. " You always cuddle with me wherever we are, and we see each other plenty-pretty much every single day."
"Bella," he sighed. I knew I wasn't fessing up to everything. He was frustrated that I didn't get it, I knew how he was feeling, and I just didn't want to admit it.
"You're just feeling this way because your alpha," I whispered. He held onto me tight and I let my heart practically stroke out.
"Is this what's been holding you back?" he wondered pulling away to look at me. I stayed with my eyes glue to whatever I could find.
"Hey," he said bending down to catch my eyes. Closing them, I prayed we could just avoid this conversation somehow.
"Ready?" Jake asked coming in his father's room for me.
"Yea," I said moving to get Billy's things.
"No," Sam barked out. "Go wait outside Jacob."
Jake looked stunned and did what he was told by command.
"Was that necessary?" I asked facing the man's bed.
"Look at me," he said in a deep tone. I shook my head. I didn't want to. Because when I would look at him and catch his eyes, he would see what I said was true. I had felt that way. At first, I just brushed it all off to saying, it was a better tradition and way to do things. People shouldn't move in with their significant other before getting married. It resulted in a higher statistic of breaking up or falling out of the relationship later on in life. And all though that really didn't apply to me, it was the meaning of the matter.
But then Sam started persisting with other things like marriage, children, and marking. I brushed those all aside too, telling him I didn't want to be marked until we were married, and I was too young to get married. I then further told him that we needed to wait to have kids- wait till we were married, but obviously we weren't getting married any time soon. So I left us in limbo. Everything was just up in the air.
But Sam continuously brought it up time and time again. Not only the whole moving in thing, but future talk. Every chance he got; he tried to persuade me into thinking about it more. And I started to see why. Being alpha, it made him even more possessive than everyone else.
Jared was starting to think of tying the knot with Kim, by asking her to marry him, and Jake was going to ask Sarah to move in at his place. Both the men had already marked their imprints and now were taking another step ahead of Sam. Both of the women would have immediately said yes too, which I think irked Sam even more. They let their men take control of their relationship where I didn't do that with Sam. I tried my hardest to make it equal, but there were just some things I took a hold of.
"Bella, talk to me," he said trying to get me to face him.
"Sam, now's not the time," I said folding some things. He growled and spun me to look at him. "Then when is the time?" he asked. "Because you won't talk about this with me. You just blow it off like its nothing. I know you." He said controlling his temper as he stared in my eyes. "I know you will busy yourself with your new company and make sure I will try to forget this. You will avoid me if you have to and it will literally drive me crazy."
I swallowed hard and broke eye contact. He growled again and pushed my head so I had to look at him.
"Sam, don't," I said almost in a pleading whisper as I touched his hand to get out of his grasp.
"Why do I feel like I'm the only one in this relationship? Why am I the only one wanting something?" he asked staring at me.
"Your not," I said pulling my face away. I tried moving away but he blocked me when I did, holding onto me.
"Look at me," he growled. I let out a sigh, composing myself as best as I could. Staring into his eyes, I kept my walls up.
"Stop it," he said. "Stop doing that," he barked reading my façade I put up when I tried to push away thoughts and feelings from people.
"I'm just not ready," I finally said softly.
A/N: Hey all my readers out there. So I just got this really hurtful review(on my story I just published called "How Times Can Change")-it was my first review and stabbed me deep. All the person wrote was that I write too many Sam and Bella stories. Now it's true, I mainly write those. And well, a part of me says to ignore this hurtful comment but I guess I'm having a hard time. All these stupid thoughts in my head are now really discouraging me. I'm not getting too many reviews on this story anyways, so I was wondering if I should even continue. Is anyone even out there really reading or enjoying my stories? Should I cancel this one and just stop all together?
To the reviewer who even left the review, why did you even read it or take the time to put out a review if you don't like who I pair together in my stories? Was it just to be hurtful? Cause it definitely was.
Sorry to vent and get upset like this readers. Please leave me your comments to tell me what to do. Thanks.