"What do I look like, the Wizard of Oz? Need a brain? Need a heart? Go ahead, take mine. Take everything I have."
~Jacob Black~
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
My black eye casts no shadow
Your red eye sees nothing
Your slap don't stick
Your kicks don't hit
So we remain the same
Love sticks
Sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
A kick to the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better then none
A kiss with a fist is better then none
I broke your jaw once before
I spilled your blood upon the floor
You broke my leg in return
So sit back and watch the bed burn
Love sticks
Sweat drips
Break the lock if it don't fit
A kick to the teeth is good for some
A kiss with a fist is better then none
A kiss with a fist is better then none
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
You hit me once
I hit you back
You gave a kick
I gave a slap
You smashed a plate over my head
Then I set fire to our bed
~Kiss with a fist~
Florence and the Machine
"You now, you didn't have to help me with my shopping."
I looked to Jacob, narrowing my eyes as he pushed the trolley. "No, it's fine."
I nodded, looking across the aisle and I bit my lip as I saw the tuna - out of my reach on the top shelf. In half of my stride, Jacob was already there - helping me grab it and I mumbled a quick thank you, before putting them into the trolley - stacking them on top of the boxes of water bottles. "So, explain it to me again because I have no idea what you were talking about the first time."
Jacob sighed, ruffling his newly cut hair.
I admired my work - smirking.
If I ever wanted to go into the trade of beauty - I would be a kick ass hairdresser.
I have to admit, you did do quite a good job considering you were thinking about his penis the whole time.
Wait, did you just compliment me?
I believe so.
God, that's a first.
"Okay, so I didn't actually mean to break his arm but he had my gummy bears-"
"So you pushed him off of a tree?" I exclaimed, laughing. "You could have killed the kid, Jake."
He smirked. "At least I didn't hit someone with a car!"
I groaned as I grabbed some bread. "Are you always going to hold that over my head?"
He smirked, leaning over me as he cornered me into the tinned food - towering over me. His lips inches from mine, I yet again found myself in this situation.
Yet before I could grab his face and plant kisses all over its perfection, he grabbed the tinned alphabet spaghetti - smirking. "I love alphabet spaghetti."
I shook my head, grabbing it from his hand and putting it with all the other stuff. "I'm dealing with a four year old child, and by the way - are you always going to hang the-" I changed my voice to match his. "-'you hit me with a car' over my head because that's just ... Unfair and cruel. And you ran out in front of me, with everything on display."
He raised his hands in defeat and I smirked, flushing. "Hell hath no fury compared to you scorned,"
I rolled my eyes. "That's not how it goes, Jake. I told you that the last time you said that."
"The last time I said it, I- I said something different."
I rolled my eyes. "You said the same thing, Jake. Just give up already."
"Jacob Black never gives up, baby." He said, leaning into me before I pushed him away with my hand.
"Call me baby again, and I'll rip your balls off." I hissed, smiling and he shook his head.
"I don't get you,"
My eyebrows furrowed as I unpacked everything onto the counter, the small girl behind it bewildered at the size of Jake. I looked up to him, cocking an eyebrow as the faint sound of the scanning filtered the background. "What is there not to get?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. "I'm not very complex."
You speak with your conscience, Anna, if that's not complex, I have no idea what is.
Shut it. I already threatened you with the lobotomy, don't make me do it again.
"I don't know. One day your shy, rambling about penis's-"
"Penei."
He shook his head. "-Penei, then, and then the next - your tell em how your going to rip my balls off. You just, sometimes, you get-"
"Awkward?" I asked, cocking a brow.
He smirked. "Incredibly awkward."
I flushed. "I get like that sometimes. I can't usually control it,"
"You can't control your ... awkwardness?"
I nodded. "Nope. It's unbelievably unreliable."
"Ma'am?" I nodded, looking to the girl. "Would that be in cash?"
I nodded, giving her the wad of cash I had acquired from my small stash and I ran a hand through my hair as she counted through the change.
Great.
It's going to be a while before I get to leave the store.
I guess she's not exactly good at maths.
She's counting with her fucking fingers, Anna, of course she's not good at maths.
No need to be mean, or anything.
"Anyways, my awkwardness transcends cultures so I can't exactly ever escape it."
Jake barked out a laugh. "You're a weird one,"
"Says the nudist," I murmured, and he smirked - wrapping an arm around his waist, pulling me closer. I felt my body go rigid against his and I moved out of his warmth, biting my lip.
She was fumbling over the change and I sighed. "Does it really take that long to give me my change!"
She looked up, shaking her head as she stuttered over some words before her eyes flooded with tears. "It's my first day - I-I'm so sorry, but I'm failing maths and -"
"Look, the change is $14.75. It's that easy."
She nodded, and I grabbed the bags - knowing I had just been a complete and utter bitch for no apparent reason other than blaming it on my hormones that my damned ovaries produced in an attempt to make me fertile and child ready.
I almost gagged at the thought of me having a child.
Urgh.
Not the best thought.
I guess you could say I'm not the, urgh, maternal type.
We loaded everything into the back of my small car and I ran a hand through my hair, looking at Jacob as I bit my lip. "Sorry about that - sometimes I get a bit, uhm, frustrated with check out chicks."
Jake laughed. "Holding a grudge, or something?"
I rolled my eyes, nudging him as I walked past him. "Massive. Huge, actually. One time, some stupid bimbo gave me the wrong change. Grudge ever since."
He nodded. "Seems reasonable."
I smiled, laughing. "So, what are you doing this afternoon?"
He cocked a brow. "Nothing. Probably going to hang out on the Res,"
"You do that a lot." I said, smiling as I turned the key in the ignition. "Jake, I was-"
I was cut off by a piercing howl, something that seemed closer more than anything and my eyebrows shot up. "Holy, shit. That's close," I said, turning to Jake as i watched his face relieve itself of the smile that he once hole on his face - lighting up. "Jake?"
"I have to go," He said, turning to me. "I'll see you later, okay?"
I nodded, about to open my mouth when he slammed the door shut - running into the forest, yet again.
I can't say it surprised me.
I sighed, running a hand through my hair as I passed the green that surrounded Forks - the house that I had been residing in for the last week and a half coming into my view and my rickety old car came to a slow halt, turning into the driveway as I leant back in my seat, drumming my hands on the steering wheel as I sighed.
I guess I was getting used to the constant boredom that overcame my days her in Forks.
It seemed like the only thing hat distracted me from the boredom was Jacob.
The mysterious, chiselled forest man.
I looked up as I heard something tap on the windscreen and I looked out to the now raining sky, biting my lip as I cocked my head to the side - grabbing my keys and my tattered bag.
Bringing in the groceries seemed more like an exercise workout than anything, and I felt my muscles ripple underneath my skin as I set the bags onto the chipped counter. God, what the fuck was in these things?
Bricks?
I unloaded the groceries - as was required and I turned the TV on, listening to the sound of the weather forecast taking over Charlie's house and I rolled my eyes.
A slight chance of rain?
Are you serious, weather man?
Really?
Okay.
So, what to do now?
A movie?
I think so.
The body guard?
How can I deny a classic?
You can't.
"AND - WILL ALWAYS LOOOVE YOU-OOOOOUOOOOOOO AND I - WILL ALWAYS LOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOU-OOOOOUOO!"
I finished, the solo clutching at my chest and bowing to the invisible crowd - nodding as I wiped away the non-existent tears. "Thank you, thank you! I live for my fans?"
Why are you speaking in a French accent?
I don't know - sounds cooler.
"Nice solo,"
I couldn't stop myself - my footing went all wrong and as soon as I heard the sound of Jakes voice, my legs gave out and I yelped - bracing myself for the hard floor or the corner of the coffee table. Yet, I didn't meet my painful fate - instead I was wrapped in the arms of the man whom seemed to be constantly ditching me.
"Thanks." I breathed out, clearing my throat as he set me back up. Running a had though my hair, and itching the back of my neck, I turned to TV off. "What are, you, uhm - doing back here?"
He shrugged. "I came to apologise for ditching you,"
I smirked. "You always ditch me, Tarzan - I've gotten used to it." He smiled, and I bit my lip. "Do you want something to eat, or maybe something to drink?"
He stood, his eyebrows furrowing. "Stop being awkward and polite. You don't have to act like that around me."
His arms took me into him and he cleared his throat, as he twirled a loose strand of hair that was in my eyes. Lips inches apart, I found myself in the same position that seemed long and torturous yet this time I was ready.
"I'm going to kiss you now." He breath out, before slowly, oh, ever so slowly - lowering himself to meet my lips.
He was so close I could smell him, I could taste him almost.
I was yearning for this kiss like a parched man yearned for water.
"Hey, Anna, I saw your car in the driveway and I was wandering if you want to - oh," He said as soon as he saw us, yet he didn't see us in the position I would rather be in.
No, Jacob had straightened up and was standing by my side while I had a strained smile on my face.
Strained.
Sexually frustrated.
You get the idea.
"Jacob, what are you doing around here?" Charlie asked as he set his gun down and took off his jacket.
I smiled. "Well, we ran into each other in the supermarket and he helped me bring the groceries in."
Charlie nodded. "Okay, well, are you staying for dinner Jake?"
Jacob looked to me before nodding. "That'd be great,"
My eyes narrowed as Charlie went upstairs before I smacked the back of his arm, my slender finger pointing at his chest. "I hate you. Despise you, actually. Stop trying to kiss me!" I hissed, pocking his chest. "It's rude and and rude!"
Jake smirked, coming close to me and I put my hand out to stop him from coming any closer. "I thought you liked me trying to kiss you-"
"Correction, I did." I hissed, going into the kitchen. "Now, I've come to terms that I'm going to be a cat lady for life so please - please stop trying to kiss me. Your killing me,"
He was about to protest - the small goofy grin that always seemed to be laying on his lips grew even larger and more arrogant but Charlie came down the stairs, his boots shaking the stairs as he made his way down, a small yet substantial smile underneath his tamed mo.
"What are we having for dinner?"
Poisonous gunk that will surely lead to a premature death?
Better known as Anna's cooking.
You can be really harsh sometimes, you know that?
I shrugged. "Whatever will not be set on fire with my mad skills in the kitchen."
Jacob scoffed. "Mad skills?"
"Don't talk to me - I still hate you."
Charlie raised his eyebrows as he sat down. "What got you in trouble, Jake?"
Jacob shrugged. "I don't know."
"He attacked me with a wooden spoon," I said as I leant in the fridge. I looked back at the two staring men, whom looked at me like I was insane, and I shrugged. "Joking."
"You couldn't attack someone with a wooden spoon, anyway." Charlie said, shaking his head as he looked down at the water drenched newspaper I had stepped on when I was bringing in the groceries.
I smirked, shaking my head. "You've obviously never heard of Pauline Martner and the incident with swim team."
Jacob arched a brow. "People still call their kids Pauline?"
I nodded. "Apparently," I said, narrowing my eyes. "I'm still mad at you, by the way. Don't try and distract me."
I grabbed some eggs, and bacon that I had grabbed this afternoon - putting it into the frying pan while I tried to muster up something that was completely easy and the only thing I could really make.
Bacon and Egg toasted sandwich with barbeque sauce.
Yep.
I've got mad skills in the kitchen.
When your not killing people.
I figured, in my intelligence, that i would have to make extra ti feet the Big Friendly Giant that was waiting for his dinner and I was right. As soon as the plate touched the table, he inhaled it and it was unlike anything I had ever seen.
Screw Halley's comet - this was one of the most magnificent yet bewildering sights man has ever witnessed.
How is that even possible?
I don't even know.
It's slightly worrying.
Where does it all go?
To his .. rock hard abbs?
Obviously.
"Your getting better," Charlie said, yet his speech was muffled by the bacon that was occupying his mouth and getting stuck in his moustache.
I smiled. "That's good to know."
The sound of the TV distracted me and I got up from my seat, going into the living room to see a Latin women in her mid thirties at a news desk, speaking gravely. "The citizens of Seattle, still shaken by the murders and disappearances of those close to them, have cried out to the Police Department in a desperate plea to reunite the families of those lost with their loved ones. Julie Miles reports;"
The screen switched to a conventionally pretty women, with pinned back blonde hair and eyes that, in their beauty, could rival the Mediterranean sea with their beauty. Behind her, was a crowd of on lookers - some with signs and banners of those whom were lost while others just looked distraught in their grief.
"It seems to those behind me, like this last year and a half has been an ongoing time of sadness and confusion. Many theories have been suggested, yet most want justice," She turned back, pointing to the barely seen Police department. "In a outcry of injustice, the police department of Seattle has been swarmed today with those whom want answers. Beside me, the mother of Diego Brown is grief struck for her now eighteen year old son and wants answers;"
The women, bags under her brown, small eyes - pursed her full lips as she wiped her nose with her shaking hand, exhausted as she sighed. "All I want it is for Diego to be returned to me," She said, her hands clutching at her parker. "He's a good boy - he needs to come home. Please, I'm, I'm begging the Police Department to tell me what's happened to my so-"
I turned the TV off, sighing as I looked back at Charlie, questionably. "What was that about?"
Charlie shrugged. "Some murders back in Seattle a while ago. One of our boys went missing - they think he was one of the first victims."
I raised my eyebrows. "When did that happen?"
"Well, he went missing last year but the disappearances have stopped for now yet the Police department won't release anything."
I nodded, going back into the kitchen as I looked to Jake, smiling. "Hey - where are you?"
He turned to me, the goofy grin lost. "Somewhere else. I'll see you soon, yeah?"
I nodded. "Sure."
And then he left.
"That boy is a weird one."
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