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Pride of the Pack

16 year old Alicia is having to move with her pack to Rainy City, a.k.a. Forks. With her mother playing matchmaker for her, her father critisizing her, Alicia's life is less than perfect. But can a certain werewolf see through her mask, and can Alicia eventually love him back? Thanks a load to Eternity's_Charm for the amazing banner!

This story has no Cullen's, or Renesmee. Things are already way to complicateed in Alicia's life to throw in the Cullen's!

7. Chapter 7 Bed-wetter

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“Alicia, is that you? Are you home? Come up to my room and tell my about your,” my mother giggles, “date!”

I take a dramatically sigh. “No Mom, this is not Alicia, and I am not home.” I yell from the bottom of the stairs. I hurdle up the stairs and don’t go into my mother’s room. I round the corner to my room, I enter and I fall down on my bed and can’t help but giggle. Jake had kissed me, and best of all, hadn’t thought I was embarrassing; he thought I was charming!

I heaved my body up and trudged over to the bathroom. I slipped off the flats, took off the hair band, and unweaved my braid; letting it fall in crimped waves all around my face. I would have to not put my hair in a French braid again, when I take them out I look like I have an afro.

I turn around and bend over to start my shower. Once the water starts to heat, I slip off my dress, take it over to my closet and hang it up. I saunter back over to the shower and step in, the water flattening out my afro.

I think back to when I brought up the penniless sitar player from the movie Moulin Rouge, the incident made me remember the song Satine and Christian sing at the end. They sing that they will always love each other, and ‘come what may’ bad things. I started to sing the song, picturing that I was singing to Jacob.

Never knew I could feel like this

Like I’ve never seen the sky before

Want to vanish inside your kiss

Every day I love you more, and more

Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing

Telling me to give you everything

Seasons may change, winter to spring

But I love you until the end of time

At this part I grabbed my Head and Shoulders, squeezed a dollop onto my hand, and applied it into my hair.

Come what may

Come what may

I will love you until my dying day

I put my hair underneath the water, and pictured myself pouring these words out to Jacob. The notes and words tumbling out of my mouth, like water from a pitcher.

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace

Suddenly my life doesn’t seem such a waste

It all revolves around you

And there’s no mountain too high

No river too wide

Sing out this song and I’ll be there by your side

Storm clouds may gather

And stars may collide

But I love you until the end of time.

As I sang these words, I realized they were true. I may have just met Jacob yesterday, but I was already in love with him. I had a felling he felt the same way about me. Jacob had become like oxygen to me, and it was hard to admit these words to myself, but I was in love with him. My pointless life now had meaning, it wouldn’t matter if Jacob wasn’t thinking these same thoughts right now, no- it didn’t matter. Because, someday, I hope, he will think these thoughts.

I picked up the body wash, poured some onto a washcloth and continued the song.

Come what ma

y Come what may

I will love you, until my dying day

Oh, come what may, come what may

I will love you, I will love you

Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place

Come what may

Come what may

I will love you until my dying day.

I finished the song with a high note, it seemed to be swirling around the confined space, trying to work its way into every crevice of the shower. I stopped the flow of water, and pulled back the curtain, almost imagining a crowd giving me a standing ovation for my stupendous singing. Going along with the daydream, I gave a curtsy. I failed to realize the amount of slipperiness the floor was, and ended up falling. Hard. On my butt.

“OOOOOWWWWWW!” I cried out. At least there was no one here to witness that. I grabbed a towel from the floor and shakily stood up. I wrapped the poor excuse for a towel (really, it was like a washcloth) around my moist body, soaking up the water.

I stepped out of the foggy bathroom and pulled an over-sized shirt over my head, I hadn’t realized how exhausted I was. I fell back on the bed, but then got a horrible pain on my behind. I groaned, lugging myself down the stairs and to the kitchen. I grabbed a plastic baggie and filled it up with frigid ice from the freezer. I hauled myself back up the stairs and to my bed, placing the baggie on the bed and carefully resting my sore butt on top of it.

I do not wish, even my worst enemy, anyone to have a sore butt, put a bag of ice under it, and try to fall asleep. (Okay, I am lying; I would most definitely wish that on Z.A.T.)



God, what was the incessant ringing? I stripped my eyes open, the light from the window practically burning them. I rolled over and checked the clock, 8:00. Who makes that noise at eight o’clock in the morning?

Just then, my father entered the room. “Alicia?” he called. I made an unintelligible reply. “You have a phone call.” He said at an incrediblely too loud octave for the morning.

He tossed the phone at me, and left the room. I made no attempt to catch it. I picked the receiver up from the carpeted ground.

“Hello?” I asked in a drowsy voice.

“Alicia, this is Jake.” Said the caller. I immediately sat up, Jake called me! I quickly emptied my voice of the dryness that had inhabited it. I gave my hair a quick flip.

“Oh, hello Jake.” I said, trying to sound aloof and mysterious.

“I hope I didn’t wake you,” he sounded concerned.

“Oh, not at all.” I think this aloof and mysterious thing is working for me.

“Are you sure? ‘Cause your voice is sounding all deep and stuff.” He questioned.

So much for ‘aloof and mysterious’. I sighed, and returned my voice to its normal pitch. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I answered.

“That’s good,” Jake sounded cheery. “I was hoping you weren’t sick or something, I wanted to see if you wanted to come over to La Push tonight. We’re having a bomb fire down at First Beach.” He invited.

“That sounds fun. But won’t it be raining?” I couldn’t believe what I just said; does it really matter if it is raining? I’ll get to spend to time with Jacob, I reprimanded myself.

“Nah, we’ll be cool.” Jake answered. “It’s always less rainy in the summers.”

“Oh, okay.” I said sounding stupid. “Then I can’t wait to be there.”

“Great!” Jake said sounding actually excited. He gave me the time he would pick me up to go over there. “I’ll see you later today, then.” Jake concluded.

“Yeah, later.” I answered and hung up. I slowly lifted myself off the bed, only to find that the ice had melted, and my weight had popped the bag. I was officially a bed-wetter.