I could not understand why she liked it so much. The rain. When we were in her room packing for her to leave and she mournfully threw all her tank tops into a pile to give to me, she said that she hated Forks because of the rain. Now, on the phone when I called her in response to the wedding invitation, she sounded like the rain was the greatest thing since…well Edward Cullen, her fiancé. For being so against marriage at a young age, Aunt Rene and my mother sure were exited about this wedding. So much so, that we were flying in two weeks early in order to help out. Edward/Bella, Jacob/OC
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14. What are the Chances?
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I found Jacob sitting on the porch looking like it was raining on his head. I sat down next to him, offering him a small smile. He did not return it. I didn’t know what to say to him. I really couldn’t relate with him at the moment and that made comforting him a little hard.
“I don’t want to talk,” he said softly.
I nodded and leaned my head on his shoulder. We sat quietly and watched the real rain drip off the eaves of the porch.
Finally Jacob spoke. “What do you like doing the most?”
“Hang out with you,” I said, grinning up at him.
He laughed softly, a please smile in the corner of his mouth. “Besides that.”
“Swim,” I said without a pause. “I love to swim. Back in Phoenix we have a pool in the backyard. I go out there late at night and sneak in there. It’s fun.”
“You can’t do that here,” he said softly.
“I can’t hang out with you there,” I replied.
He grinned and kissed the top of my head before stiffening. I saw the black car stop in the driveway. It was Carlisle’s. He and Edward got out of the car and I felt Jacob’s muscle bunch. I doubt he felt my fingernails digging into his thigh in warning, but he didn’t tear them apart.
Edward’s face was unreadable…like always, but his eyes looked pained. Why wouldn’t they. The girl he worked so hard to protect, the woman he loved, could kill someone at any moment.
Jacob stood up quickly, nearly knocking me over the porch. Edward looked at him and sighed. “Alright,” he said.
I glanced at Jacob and realized he had said something to Edward through his mind. My eyes narrowed.
“Are you not telling me something?” I asked.
Jacob shrugged and avoided my gaze.
“Nothing to worry about,” Edward told me.
Carlisle nodded in agreement.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared. I didn’t believe them. If it was nothing Jacob would have spoken out loud.
Finally, Jake sighed. “Before you came out, I was in wolf form and got a report that Bella has been sighted in the woods near the Cullens’ place.”
My hand nervously went up to rub my neck and Jacob cringed. “She won’t come here. The smell will repel her, I’m sure.”
Edward nodded. “She’s not used to this…it, the stench, will be too much for her. She’ll stay away from where it is strongest. Like this house.”
“But you need to get a hold of her right?”
“Yes. Don’t even think about it!”
I jumped a little at that. I had forgotten he could read minds. Damn it.
“It does tend to ruin stupid plans,” Edward commented.
I huffed and Jacob’s eyes narrowed at me. I don’t know if he had picked up what I was thinking (leaving the rez so Bella would come and find me and Edward could get her) or he did not like the fact that he was left out. He didn’t say anything, so I wasn’t sure.
“We’ll figure something out,” Edward continued. “Where’s Sam.”
Jacob’s face broke into a sadistic smile. “In the house. With Charlie and Rene. We figured they’d be safe here to. And…well we had to explain to them why we were doing what we were doing.”
Silence and Carlisle shifted a little and cleared his throats. “Well…that was…” he trailed off.
Edward didn’t say anything, his eyes darted to the house and back to us. “Bastard,” he growled.
“Wasn’t my idea,” Jacob shot back.
I felt like pulling out my hair at all of this. I didn’t ask for much in life, neither did Jacob or Edward I bet, all we wanted was to go through life…and sort of life, as easily and simply as possible. No complications with crazy new born wives, lycanthrope problems, or crazy mothers. And now we had it all, and for some strange reason it all connected us. I sighed and sat back down on the porch, listening to them argue. I put my hands over my ears and drowned them out. Stupid. This was stupid.YOU’RE STUPID!!!
Edward cringed and looked over at me. “She says we’re stupid.”
I nodded and glared at them, before getting up and going in the house.
My family shot me curious looks, which soon turned to horror. Carlisle had come in, looking grim and ready for anything.
“How dare you show your face,” Charlie growled.
“I had nothing to do with it,” he said slowly.
“You just knew!”
“I apologize. We have bigger problems.”
“Bella was spotted,” I said quietly.
Silence met my remark and the door open and closed again. This time it was Jacob with Edward trailing behind him. He looked pained. Obviously, he knew what everyone was thinking.
“He’s here too?” Charlie asked.
“Is she happy?” Rene interrupted.
Edward blinked rapidly at her. “Yes. She was.”
Rene nodded. “Alright then.”
“What?” my mother asked.
“She’s happy. I’m happy,” Rene said firmly. “That’s all I ever wanted for her.”
My mother stared at her like she was crazy. “How can you say that? She deceived you?”
“Would you hate your daughter for doing what she thought was right for her?”
“Of course not,” she said, glancing at me. “But she wouldn’t fake her death.”
“I might,” I muttered, looking at Jacob.
Charlie, who had been silent during the whole thing, turned his glare from Edward to look at Jacob. “Can you tear his arms off?”
“No…” Jacob said, unwillingly. “Sorry.” He sounded like he truly meant it.
Charlie turned back to Edward. “You find my daughter before she hurts anyone…or gets hurt herself. If she kills someone, or is killed, you-”
“Let Jacob be the one who does the killing,” Edward finished.
Charlie blinked. “I wasn’t going to say that, but alright.”
I held back a groan at the ridiculousness of it all. What were the chances that all of us would end up in the same room together. Who ever was dictating our lives really needed to stop doing so. It was like a really bad novel or something.
Edward snorted, picking up on my thoughts and I shrugged. “It’s true,” I protested.
“Yes…what are the chances?”
The sound of running steps and the door banging open kept anyone from replying. Seth came into the room, gasping for breath. “We have her. She’s been cornered. I don’t know how long we can hold her. Hurry.”
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