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Happy Ending

Summary:
i'd like to say that this isn't your typical "Jacob finally imprints" story, except that it is. The teen rating is a safety net. Just in case something later in the story requires it. Jacob/OC ok. I'm really, really sorry. This story is just not working out. so unless I have some huge story epiphany, this story is cancelled.again, I'm really really sorry.


Notes:
This is my first story. Enjoy!


3. Chapter 3: friends

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Chapter three: friends

Jacob

It was almost surprisingly easy to talk with Amber. I asked her age- she was turning eighteen in two months.

“what about you?” she asked, looking up at me.

“I’m younger than you. My birthday was six months ago.” She did a double take.

“You’re only 17?” Amber looked stunned. I decided it was better to play dumb.

“yeah…” I faked confusion.

“I’m sorry. It’s just… you look so much older! I just thought… You’re so tall and so…” She flushed a light shade of pink.

“mature?” I teased. She looked down at her sneakers. Her ears were bright red. “It’s okay. I know I don’t exactly look my age. I think it might be a tribe thing. The- my friends are all just as big as me.” What was I doing? I had almost called them “the pack”. Maybe it was too easy to be around her. I would have to be on my guard in the future.

I looked down at Amber. She looked as if she were going to ask, but then decided against it.

“So. What do you like to do?” I asked, mostly to change the subject, but also because I was genuinely curious.

“I’ve always been into dance. Mostly ballet, but I’ve done all kinds, Jazz, African, Tap, even a little hip-hop. I also love to read. And I play volleyball and soccer.”

“Wow.” I said stupidly. “That’s a lot of stuff.”

She laughed. “How about you?”

“um…” I tried to come up with a list. “Well, I love to run. That’s something.” I paused for a long moment.

“Anything else?”

“I fish with my dad sometimes”

Amber smiled. “My stepdad takes me fishing.”

“Do you like it?”

“Well, not exactly.” She made a face. “But I love spending with him, and it’s pretty rare, so I go.”

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"There has to be something else hasn't there?" she glanced up at me expectantly.

I smiled having thought of a good answer. "I love to work on cars. Actually all kinds of machinery. I've even built a few things." I thought, a bit sadly, of the rabbit- once so precious to me- sitting abandoned in the garage I dared not go near for fear of the pain it would cause.

"Cool." Amber looked genuinely interested. "What kinds of things?"

I tried to find a way to brag about my car without actually bragging. "I built a car once. A 1986 Volkswagen Rabbit."

Amber looked very impressed. "Wow! You built an entire car?"

"Well, yeah. Put it together anyway." I answered modestly "It took me about two years. I had to find all the parts for it. That took longer than the actual building of the car. I would say that car is one of my prized possessions"

Amber smiled, clearly impressed. I straightened up a bit, reveling in the unspoken praise.

"That's really amazing" Amber said finally. "I could never do that. I'm not what you call extremely talented at building things. When I was about ten I tried to build a birdhouse for my stepdad. I had the instructions and everything." She broke off and shook her head.

"What happened?"

"I ended up in the hospital." She gave a short laugh. "I nailed my left hand. I nailed it kind of at an angle, so it didn't go right through or anything, but it ended up being a pretty deep gash. I needed stitches. I've still got the scar." She stopped walking and held her hand up for me to see. Sure enough there was a raised pink line there, and a bump in the middle of her palm. I traced my finger along it. Amber seemed to shiver slightly, but maybe I had imagined it.

I inhaled sharply. "Ouch!

Amber laughed again. "Yeah. Not the most pleasant of experiences, that's for sure."

I dropped her thin hand and we continued walking.

“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked after a short silence.

She smiled. “Younger twin sisters- Jade and Ruby. Well, Half sisters really. They’re five- almost six now. And an older brother- Mark. My mother wanted to name him Shale-“ Amber rolled her eyes “she has a thing for naming her kids after stones- but Daddy talked her out of it, thank God. Mark’s at Harvard studying law. He graduated high school early.”

“What about your parents?”

“My daddy died just before I turned three. I don’t remember him much.” She looked wistful.

“I’m sorry. I lost my mom too.”

Amber’s expression became sympathetic. “I’m sorry.”

I smiled. “It’s okay. I was pretty little. I have a few memories, but not many. I used to get a little sad when I would wish for a mom. But I got over it mostly.” Emily took the place of my mom now, and she did the job wonderfully.

“I’m okay with it too. My mom remarried when I was five. My stepdad is great. He legally adopted me two years after the marriage. I call him dad. Like I said, he takes me fishing sometimes. My only complaint is that he works, way too much. He’s on a business trip this week or he would have come with us.” She paused then looked up at me again. “What about you Jacob? Any siblings?”

“I have twin sisters too.” I grinned. “Rachel and Rebecca. Rachel’s at Washington State, and Rebecca lives in Hawaii with her Samoan surfer husband. I haven’t seen them in forever. Rachel visits every once and a while, and Rebecca calls sometimes, but they’re both kind of wrapped up in their own lives.”

“I know what you mean. I haven’t seen Mark in months. He can only really afford to come Christmas and for a week in the summer.” She sighed and changed the subject. “What about your Dad?”

I smiled again. “My dad’s great. Really easy to live with. Real supportive too. He’s in a wheelchair now, so he doesn’t get around much. I guess I kind of take care of him, physically at least.” He was one of the reasons I had returned from my self-exile.

Amber smiled. “He’s lucky to have a son like you.”

I blushed. “Thanks.”

“How far is it until we’re out of the forest?” Amber asked

“Not far. Maybe another minute of walking.” I could hear the ocean now, but I supposed she couldn’t.

Surprisingly, she groaned. “what’s wrong?” I asked.

“He’s gonna kill me.”

“Who?” I was confused now.

“Tyler. He’ll be mad at me for leaving. He knows he’ll get in trouble. I hope he hasn’t called my mother. Then I’d really be screwed.”

We stepped out of the forest and into the misting rain then. Amber looked relieved to see the sky, but apprehensive.

“Thank you so much Jacob. I owe you.”

“It was no problem.” I replied honestly. “I liked talking to you. How long are you going to be in Forks? Where are you visiting from anyway?”

“Probably for the rest of the week. And, just outside of Olympia. We come here a lot. In fact, Forks is where we’d move if my dad got the temporary job overseas he’s been trying for. We’d be close to here, for at least a year. it would be a pain to leave my school and my friends and all that, but on the other hand, I love it here. Especially La Push. It's really beautiful.”

“Maybe…” I didn’t know how to tell her I wanted to see her again. “Maybe we’ll run into each other sometime.”

She smiled and her face lit up. My heart soared at making her happy. “Sure. I’d like that.”