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Chapter Two

Being normal isn't easy –being human isn't either- but retaining my humanity was something I needed to do. It didn't help that all eyes would fall on me too. At this moment, I couldn't tell the differences between discomfort and disdain. My presence wasn't thought too kindly of: or so it seems. Even when I keep my distance, I still felt as if I was in the way. Unwanted as I expected.

My grandparents seemed to even forget that I was sitting in the small area, picking at the steamed vegetables on my plate, making sure that I hadn't made eye contact with anyone. I preferred to be in the confines of my room now, at least I wouldn't be worried about keeping my gaze on something other that the rain pelting against the window.

When it came to sports, everyone seemed keen on cheering for their favorite team, just as grandma Sue seemed privileged just to be part of the loud group in the living room. It wasn't as if I was looking for attention, in fact I've grown used to being ignored. It has almost become a habit to stand clear of society and its benefits.

Communication. Associating. Conversing.

I wouldn't know the actions of it. Discussing a topic with my family was easy, but if I were put in a room with a bunch of strangers, I wouldn't know how to hold up a conversation without wanting to hide in my shell –or if I had one in that case.

I guess I yearned for it at times.

"Are you okay Seb?" Rachel's curiosity always seemed to get the best of her. Or maybe she was just concerned.

"I'm fine Rachel." I half-smiled, hoping that it was convincing enough.

"You look a little blue." She sat next to me with her empty plate. "Why don't you join us?"

"I'm okay, been actually considering going to bed soon." I lied.

"But it's only eight o'clock Sebastian, surely you can't be tired." She gave me a smile. I shrugged. "Well, if you do, good night sweetie."

Rachel had always seemed to have the maternal personalities when it came to those younger than her; one trait I enjoyed about her. She had been in fact correct when it came to sleeping. It was always rare for me. I couldn't count sheep more than five hours if I tried to. There were nights that I wouldn't even sleep at all. One thing I envied about humans, dreams lasted longer than reality at times.

Before doing my nightly routines, I began to gather the dishes and cover the food. One thing I knew for sure to never do was put the food away, Seth would pick at the dishes until it was finished, and from what I witnessed, so did the others. That was until Jacob made an appearance.

It was an awkward silence. I hadn't asked him for his assistance, but here he was loading the dishwasher and handing me those that needed rinsing. My nerves hadn't been this active in awhile; it was strange how I had the urgency to speak a word. But I couldn't. I didn't want to. I was afraid to.

Instead of waiting for something to happen, or expecting nothing, I made my escape and went upstairs without saying good night to my grandparents. I hadn't given much attention to the eyes that watched me –instead I kept my head down. My focuses remained on the stairs and walking up to my room to finally get away from the discomfort of this.

Whatever reconciliations that were supposed to take place, remained undone; or just postponed. Whichever it was, I didn't stay long enough to find out. My thoughts were focused on my grandmother's words; they wanted to reach some sort of understanding now. Now that I was leaving soon.

Maybe they heard.

I'd be out of my grandparent's hair, and they'd be free to do as they pleased. Were they celebrating the news instead of actually following through with making my last days here eventful? I try not to ponder on the negativity, but when that's all that has been fed to you, you can't help but to think of the worse rather than the good things that could possibly… maybe… happen.

I knew I had a few months to pack, but instead of waiting until my last week here, I began putting items in boxes that I knew I wouldn't need until I moved back with my parents. Books. Cd's. Family heirlooms. Small trinkets that I haven't used in awhile, all packed away into a box of memories I wasn't sure if I'd open again in awhile. Or in a long time.

Was it unhealthy to feel so depressed at such a young age? It's a known fact that I'm far more mature than I should be for my age, and that might be an excuse enough to feel unhappy, but it shouldn't be normal. I wasn't normal. But still, I longed for the happy days. At least I hoped that the future with my parents would be better than waiting for these gloomy days to pass.

Maybe I could find a love like theirs?

But then, aunt Rose hadn't found hers for years. Even aunt Alice waited years for uncle Jasper to come to her. But I'm guessing that have the gift to see ahead of time helped her look forward to something. For someone. But then I am still young, so what do I do until then? I could be waiting for centuries, assuming I'll live that long.

Or will I find someone the same way my parents found each other. Of course my mother was still human at the time, and if it hadn't been for my birth, I don't think my father would've gave her the option to change. He told me once that he wished my mother chose to live a fulfilling life where she would grow old, but then mentioning that he wouldn't have a son like me if she hadn't chose to live forever with him.

I knew my father wouldn't approve if I were ever to fall for a human. Either I would have to change her, which my father didn't want me going through seeing how the Volturi still have the tendencies to meddle. Or I would die with my mate, something my family couldn't cope with. It would be a waste. Though they hadn't said it, but I know the thought of my family fighting for me to stay alive, only to die years later would be like me slapping them in the face.

I've thought about this several times. I'd have to find a love in a hopeless place. I'd have to love a vampire, we'd have to live forever, and for the first time ever –I prayed that finding a mate would be worth it.

Yet it all seemed a bit farfetched to love someone so much. To hold a bond that couldn't be severed even if the strongest beings tried. Vampire's would kill and die for their mates; it was like both of them synced as one to form a heart that neither could consume. Together they beat, and together the pulse stops.

Life as it goes for them, disappears.

But I have a heart, and it still beats faintly under my granite-like skin. What does that do for me? Do I find a love of another hybrid like me to complete the rhythm of it pulses, or is it meant to remain unbalanced? The only other hybrid known to our kind would be Nahuel. I hadn't heard or known much about him, but I don't think him or anyone I knew would think to kindly of me pursuing him into believing that maybe we could be made for each other.

I've never thought much on sexual orientation. When it comes to my family, I'm not sure where they would stand if I were ever to fall for a man. It could be possible that my uncle Emmett would be the only one appalled by the thought, but that's quick to judge. Uncle Emmett has always been supportive over me.

"Are you okay Seb?"

I hadn't noticed that grandpa was standing at the door while I gazed at the family portrait of my parents and me. This one was taken the day my mother first held me. They kept her from me for awhile for the fact she was a newborn, but from what I could tell in the picture, she seemed to be doing okay as her lips were pressed against my forehead with my father's arms wrapped around us both.

"Yeah, I'm fine gramps," I chuckled, wiping a tear from my cheek that I hadn't known began to fall, "I just miss them."

"I know son," He walked in and quietly closed the door behind him, now sitting beside me with his arm on my shoulder, "I know this all might be hard on you. But know this Sebastian, I'm so damn happy that you're staying here with us."

"I know grandpa."

"Now I know your grandma and I aren't the best of company," he pulled me for a hug, "but now it seems safe for you to interact with the others, and that's why we had asked them to come along tonight for you to get to know them."

"But they haven't even noticed me."

"We aren't the best with interactions," he chuckled, "I know that. But I know you know how to spark a conversation when it comes to it."

"I can't talk to any of them grandpa, they still hate me."

"That's not true." He muttered, "They just don't know you yet."

"But why now?" I practically whispered. "I mean, I get that I'm part vampire, but for them to treat me the same after all these years, I feel like they're doing all of this under pity. They don't want to know me, they want me gone."

"Now don't talk like that Seb." He seemed upset now, "now I know I can try and try to defend them, and they haven't made it easy, but just know that they're beginning to see that you're not such a bad guy."

"I was never, I always had been polite even though they hadn't," I somewhat argued, "Especially since Paul and Jacob never really had nothing nice to say to me."

"Jacob hadn't been that bad?" It was more of a rhetorical question.

"I'm not sure about Jacob." I admitted. "I don't know the man that well, and ever since he's treated me in an unexplainable manner, I feel as if I want to get to know him at times, like I want to be his friend. It scares me."

"What kind of an unexplainable manner? From what I had seen, he has been a gentleman." Grandpa asked.

"He used to ignore me whenever I tried to say hi when he would drop off Billy," I recalled, "and when Seth used to come over to keep me company and sometimes babysit when you guys thought I needed a babysitter, Jacob would constantly tell him that he shouldn't be near me. Like I was a disease. Then when Seth stopped, he would come around often, sarcastically commenting about me being here, and sometimes mentioning that he should take me for a day to teach me how to be a man."

"What?" Grandpa seemed upset about this, "I hadn't known of this, how come you hadn't told me?"

"What good would it do?" I shrugged, "you were busy dealing with Billy and his sickness at the time. I didn't want to bother you with something so simple."

"Does he still talk to in this way?"

I shook my head. "Ever since Billy died, his attitude changed. Billy had always been nice to me; even before grandma Sue had told him about my secret. But the day Billy passed, he changed. I thought things would worsen, but they changed when Jacob started showing up during the day to ask if you guys needed anything fixed. What was a once a week drop-by, turned into an everyday thing for him? During that time, he began to say hi to me more, he had never commented on my presence nor had he made me feel uncomfortable since."

"I didn't know he stopped by everyday." He shrugged it off, "but I knew he'd begin coming by more often."

"Why?"

"Because I had asked him to." He stated, "Just as you are my grandson, I consider the young man to be my son. I would like for all my family to be around if I could have it my way, and you being cooped up all the time wouldn't be necessary if I didn't have to worry about you all of the time."

"Has mom spoke to you about me leaving after Christmas?" I asked, "I'm not sure how soon after, but she mentioned that I would go stay with nana Esme and grandpa Carlisle to attend college, then maybe I could travel after that."

He nodded with a sigh. "Yeah, she told me. Though I'm not entirely agreeing on you travelling and all, I'm okay with it. But I did give her one request."

"And what is that?"

"That you all move home within a fifteen year timespan, and you come back more than often." I smiled and hugged him, "this will always be your home Seb, and don't forget that."

"I won't." I giggled.

"Good," he kissed my head like he always did, "now come down and join us for dessert, your grandma made her famous apple crisp."

I had hoped we could all begin on new terms, I sometimes prayed that they would be more considerate to how I felt most of the times. I couldn't find friends nor keep them; I wasn't permitted to be near any humans for that matter. Maybe if they had known of this, then maybe they would have a reason to hate me rather than assume.

By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I came to surprise when not just Rachel gave me a smile and a nod, but the rest of the guys acknowledged my presence and a nod before they took their places on the sofas and floor in front of the television. I came to a bigger surprise as I walked into the kitchen and Jacob handed me a plate with my grandma's famous apple crisp.

"Can we talk?" There were no vexations behind his tone, nothing but a simple smile as I agreed to follow him out the back door.

I seated myself on the lawn chair under the patio-set my grandpa and I set up together. Instead of speaking, we ate –comfortably in fact. It wasn't in my best effort to be rude, so I continued to eat what was given to me and wait for what he had to say. But he remained silent as he ate the big pile of dessert on his paper plate.

In a daze, instead of staring at him, I listened to the rain as it softly fell on the wooden stairs and rails in front of us. The night was beginning to settle in as it began to calm from the storm from before.

"The rain has always calmed you, huh?"

I turned to see a grin on his face, something I hardly witnessed. How he had known of the effects that rainy days had on me, I wasn't sure? So I nodded and took another bite of my dessert and taking a drink of water that he had set beside me without noticing. Of course he had a beer in his hand as he guzzled it back and burped and excusing himself.

"Look Sebastian," he finally spoke, "I know I haven't been the best kind of guy over the years, and I wouldn't blame you if you wouldn't want to see my face again, but I'm here to make things right if you'll let me."

It was something about him that made me feel nervous to speak a word. Almost as if I needed his permission to reply, but what could I say? I would have never expected him to come to me in order to make things right. I could say that there was nothing to feel sorry about, but in a way, there was. There was so much. So why couldn't I say or think of them when he was so close to me.

"I've come to notice how down you've been feeling." He kept himself occupied by tapping his fingers on the table with his gaze on his hands. "If I'm the reason for it, I am sorry. I've been a jerk, and you don't deserve such a treatment."

"Why have you decided that you need to apologize?"

It still puzzled me to a certain extent, and whenever I tried to analyze it, I'd come to a dead end. A man that had despised me since the moment I had known him now wants to start all over when there was nothing to begin with. I knew this man. But I didn't know who he was, or what his motive was.

"I've hurt a lot of people in my life Sebastian, I won't lie about that," he seemed upset over the question, "but… you… I can't blame you or even hurt you anymore in the ways that I have. Like I said, I was a jerk, still am in fact."

"Blame me for what?"

"Did I say blame?" He finally looked up. I nodded reluctantly. "I didn't mean blame. What I meant is that… I just… I'm frustrated with the world right now. I've lost my father, I've lost a best friend that I thought I loved, and I've been pushing away the people that had never meant any harm to me, and that includes you Sebastian. I see that you are a good person, I was just too stubborn to see it."

"So, what does this all mean?" I asked confused.

"I'm hoping that I will get the chance to know you, that we all get the chance to know you." He added, "so will you come to La Push if I invited you."

"Grandpa and grandma say that I'm not allowed." I turned to face the yard, "I'm not welcomed there."

"That's not true," he spoke, "and if it was, I'm sure I could convince whoever it is that you were invited by us and there's no harm in having you there. It's not like you're a vampire or something."

I froze for a moment. I knew they believed in stuff like that, but to label me something as I am, was a bit stirring for me to agree to go with him. He chuckled at the thought and reached over to place his hand on my shoulder, only to stop for a moment and pull back. I was glad that he did, otherwise, I would most likely pick up on his thoughts as well as who he is without him telling me. I didn't want to have to explain to him how I knew about a certain thing. It was a difficult situation to get out of.

"Yeah," I choked out a laugh, "vampire… that would be something."

"Look," he spoke up, "just say you'll come and I'll pick you up tomorrow at noon."

The thoughts bothered me, whether I should say yes and risk going into territories my parents wouldn't be too pleased to hear about, or say no and whither in my room until I left here. This was an opportunity for me to finally make a friend, and if it happened to be an older man that wanted to make amends, why not? I could control my thirst now, and I'm sure that it wouldn't be such a big occasion that I would be surrounded by the native people that claimed to hate me.

"Okay." I nodded, "I'll go."

"Great," he seemed enthusiastic, "I'll pick you up at noon then, bring some swim trunks and a towel, we'll provide the food."

"We?" I said in a worried tone.

"Yeah, me and the guys." I guess he could see my worries, "don't worry, you'll be fine. I'm sure of it."

Everyone began to say their goodbyes and good nights as they left in single file, even addressing me with their greetings. Instead of finishing of the cleaning, I went straight to my room and changed into my pajamas before brushing my teeth and lying in bed.

Sleep hadn't come as soon as I hoped for it.

There was a strange feeling that flooded through my body. After speaking with Jacob, I couldn't help but think of how nice he was, how I enjoyed our conversation, and if I would enjoy our time tomorrow. Of course there were moments where I would think of the worse scenarios, but others were of the positive outcome of it. Jacob wanted to be friends, and I wanted a friend.

So why did it feel more than that?

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