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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 17, 2008 1:55:17 GMT -5
I ran over to Jake's house. I was looking forward to seeing him. I knocked, then walked in. I always did that, ever since the awkward years in 6th grade. "Yo, Jake! You are here right? 'Cause, I'd be pretty mad if you weren't!" I yelled, teasingly. I walked up to his room and knocked. "You in there?" I asked, then waited for an answer. Then, I thought, Bet he'd come out if that Bella chick was here. No questions asked. I growled under my breath. I hated her. And I hated how he always talked about her. By that point, I was annoyed and barged into his bedroom. I faked a smile and thanked God for acting camp. He was in there. I sighed inwardly, then said, "Hey, Jake! Long time no see! A whole day!"
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Post by Jacob Black on Aug 17, 2008 14:13:03 GMT -5
What a weird dream. At least, as he rolled over onto his back on the squeaky mattress that took up the majority of his room, he had thought it was. He couldn't really remember what exactly went on, except that someone was calling his name. Well, that's not really accurate. Whoever it was, she was screaming it, more annoyance tinting her tone with each succeeding cry. He shook his head, willing the memory away, ready to invite a new one to take its place. But a loud knock at the door told him otherwise. Jacob sat up abruptly, rubbing his eyes with his palms, knowing who would be standing there to greet him. His personal alarm clock never failed to wake him up on a Saturday morning. Really, there wasn't enough space in that stuffy den to do anything else. "'S not been a whole day. More like a half. Give me some credit," he muttered as loudly as he sleepy voice would permit, coming to his feet.
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 17, 2008 14:23:11 GMT -5
I laughed. "Gosh, not a very welcoming welcome huh? Anyways, you know how much I love waking you up- You are so funny in the mornings. Take now for instance- You're like dead. So different from your normal self. Anyways, its like 11 am, dude. I've got a responsibility as your friend to make sure you don't fall into a coma or something because you don't wanna wake up," I said, teasingly.
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Post by Jacob Black on Aug 17, 2008 14:42:56 GMT -5
He blinked drowsily a couple of times and ducked out towards the small hall. "Nah, don't try to make it sound like an honorable duty. You just like to see me flinch. One of these days I'm gonna roll off the bed, and only then would you be satisfied." He looked out the window adjoined to the kitchen. "Crap, it's later than I thought. I wanted to get started on the car while the roads were abandoned, but I overslept. Maybe I should look into getting a more precise alarm." He turned to wink at her jokingly.
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 17, 2008 14:49:01 GMT -5
"You see that's where you're wrong. I will NEVER be satisfied!" I laughed an over exaggerated evil laugh, then said, "And I take offense to that comment! I have to sleep too, you know!" I smiled. "You know, you can still work on it. Find an abandoned place too! It really isn't that hard. Anyways, its not just my fault you slept in- You sleep like your dead. I probably spent 15 minutes trying to wake you up."
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Post by Jacob Black on Aug 17, 2008 23:56:44 GMT -5
"15 minutes!" He scoffed. "Didn't you count in the time for the snooze button? I need at least 20 minutes of screaming in my ear to validate your efforts. Well, c'mon," he said after a second's pause, heading for the front door, "I guess I owe you for trying. So what'll it be? An illegal car ride around here, or would you like something more extravagant? Just remember, my wallet and any of its contents are out of bounds!"
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 18, 2008 20:33:38 GMT -5
I smiled. "I guess an illegal car ride would be pretty fun! Just don't get us busted!" I laughed. "Oh, and the snooze button consists of the '5 more minutes' and you never said that, so ha!" I thought for a second and said, "And do you really want to go out in your pajamas, genius? Is that the new look around town, or something?"
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Post by Jacob Black on Aug 18, 2008 21:11:46 GMT -5
Jacob glanced down at his apparel and smirked. "Well, I was hoping I could start a new trend. You know, one where no effort is needed. I think it'd be a hit, but since my only critic isn't too big on the idea, I'll go change. Hold on a minute." He went to his room, picking up the first pieces of clothing that came into view from his closet and throwing them on. He ran his fingers through his hair on his way into the living room, tying it away from his face with a rubber band. "There. I suppose this'll be better if we happen to get pulled over by the cops. Not that there's a high risk of that happening, but I'd rather have something less noticeable while hanging out at the station with Charlie."
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 19, 2008 7:37:28 GMT -5
"Yeah, that might be the best idea," I said smiling. "You know how often the police actually catch us." I winked playfully and then said, "So, where you gonna take us? No where too illegal, okay?" I paused for a second, and then said teasingly, "Wait, who the hell am I kidding? Being illegal rules! Well, as long as we don't get caught."
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Post by Jacob Black on Aug 19, 2008 18:24:47 GMT -5
He headed outside again and closed the door behind them. "Well, I'm only glad that Billy doesn't notice. Or, he pretends not to, which is what I think is the actual case. If my dad doesn't care, then we can't be in any great trouble of getting caught. Believe me, he's not as oblivious as he likes to appear to be. In fact, I'm getting suspicious that there are things he's keeping to himself." He shrugged, hoping to pass it off as an offhand comment as they neared the small shed.
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 19, 2008 18:41:47 GMT -5
I nodded. "You know, I'm beginning to think that my dad is keeping stuff from me, too. He's always so secretive when I mention the legends. It's really weird," I commented. "It makes me wonder." Then, as I followed Jacob, I thought of how my dad always changed the subject. I didn't really think of it until now. I scratched my head, confused.
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Post by Jacob Black on Aug 19, 2008 20:58:23 GMT -5
He gave a short laugh at that. "My dad lives by the legends like they're a kind of prophecy. Especially when it comes to the Cullens.." he trailed off, scowling, "He still has me go on errands, preaching his words on red alert. Of course no one takes them seriously. Why would they? If anything, people would get mad at trying to give the doctor a bad image." Jacob flicked on the lights to the humble workroom, illuminating the sheen of the repaired Rabbit. "Well, my efforts weren't completely worthless," he added, looking proudly at the vehicle.
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 19, 2008 23:56:36 GMT -5
I laughed at that comment, then said, "I guess our dad's are off there rockers, aren't they? Anyways, at least you get some reward for it; With my dad its just 'Do it, or you're grounded!' When I was living in Florida, he used to tell my friends all about the legends. He even made me do a project on it for my family history! I mean, what the hell's up with that?" I smiled at Jake, then stared at his car and said, "It did turn out really nice. You're gonna be the coolest dude in school!"
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Post by Jacob Black on Aug 20, 2008 1:21:03 GMT -5
Jacob grinned. "I'll consider myself lucky, then. My dad writes the reports for me; I only have to recite them. Anyway, I sense it's just a little too much superstition. Something to tell around a campfire to get a scare. Sadly, our parents took it to the extreme. My complaint is that without the right lighting and eerie background, my audiences get creeped out by me." He walked beside the car, running a hand along its smooth surface. He rolled his eyes at her last comment. "Sure, the coolest. I suppose I'll have to spare a ride every once in awhile to the lesser people."
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Post by Alina Marie Faye on Aug 20, 2008 1:26:35 GMT -5
I smiled at him, then laughed. "I guess you're implying me, oh mighty one," I said sarcastically, half rolling my eyes. "Anyways, who could be scared of you? You're way too... Well, smiley! But yes, our dad's do take it to the extreme." I ran my fingers through my hair, pushing it away from my face.
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