|Fight For Me
Author: Writerandreader PM
How long will it take for Emma to realize that Seth is madly in love with her? Will she even understand when he tells her? This isn't all that... weird, is it? Rated T for language. FINISHED!Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - & Seth - Chapters: 13 - Words: 12,702 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 17 - Updated: 08-03-12 - Published: 04-30-12 - Status: Complete - id: 8073762
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"Loving her... it's all I'll ever know." Seth said softly, his eyes staring out past the water.
Jacob ran his fingers through Renesmee's soft hair, his eyes almost closed. "You should tell her. You are imprinted with her."
"Imprinted. All that word has done was make my love even stronger and my ability to convince her even harder." Seth growled, just wanting to break one of the trees. He loved her. More than she even liked him as a friend. So why couldn't he just tell her everything?
"You worry too much, Seth."
"Well I'm sorry she's not a vampire-human hybrid thing. Life isn't as fair for me." He said, standing. He brushed the sand from his shorts and stalked off into the woods.
"Emma?" Marissa asked, outside of my room.
"Marissa?" I asked back from my bed. No way was I getting up just to answer the door.
She peaked her head in the door, looking slightly nervous. "Nick wrote you another letter."
I patted the bed beside me and moved over. "You didn't read it, did you?"
She shook her head and handed me the note as she sat down beside me.
I took the letter but didn't read it. I wasn't going to when Marissa was here. She was too young and... she had a big mouth.
"Mom and dad are out talking to some of the neighbors." She said softly, her head hitting the pillow behind her.
"Why would anyone want to live here?" I asked sourly. This place had nothing good to it. I couldn't find anything appealing about it. Nothing that seemed... exciting.
"It's pretty here. And quiet. And there's a beach somewhere around." Marissa said in her quiet tone of voice. She was always quiet and shy. She was born like that. She always tried finding good qualities about people and reasons to enjoy situations. I don't know where she got it from.
"It's freezing here and it's almost April. This summer won't get warm and the water will be bitter cold." I complained.
"You shouldn't do that. The people here really like things the way they are."
"That doesn't mean we should." I said, ripping open the letter. It was a simple white letter but the way my address was written gave away who was writing. We'd only been here for three days, if that. But I'd already wrote to Nick, telling him where I lived now.
"I think it's nice here. And once you make new friends, you'll like it here." Marissa said, smiling.
"Don't count on it." I mumbled, pulling the long note from the envelope. "Can I have some time alone?"
She nodded and climbed off my bed. "Mom said that we can go see the beach later. You should come."
"I'll think about it." I said, watching her leave. I sighed and opened the folded piece of paper. Who knew what it would say? Nick could be telling me things weren't 'working out' in an attempt to be able to date whoever. I knew that would be the reason if we ever did.
'I miss you already, Em. I was tempted to come see you earlier today but then I remembered you wouldn't be there. I wish I could've went with you. Nothing new has happened around here. That's obvious. Anyway, this letter has to be short. My hand's cramping, it almost one in the morning, and if my mom catches me... I'd have to write this over again. I really love you, Emma. And I know we'll see each other again. Can we try to work through the distance?'
I shut my eyes, squeezing them hard. He wanted to keep our relationship. Did he really mean that? Or was he just saying what I wanted to hear? For all I know, he could be hanging all over some girl while he wrote that, laughing about setting me up. Could I trust him?
I wasn't going to cheat. No, that wasn't me. I would put Nick on the back burner when I wasn't writing him. I would move on in life, make friends, and just... not date anyone here. I could do that, right?
I got up, leaving the note behind, and walked to the window. Two boys were walking not far from my house. One of them was holding the hand of a small girl.
Teenagers here got pregnant, too? Just like everywhere else?
They were tall boys, shirtless. In the cold? Daredevils, most likely. The didn't have shoes on. Only shorts. They were super tan and had the same tattoo on their arm. A gang? Freaky.
I shook my head and turned away. No. I couldn't... 'scope out' the competition here. I wasn't going to fall for anyone. That meant no guy friends.
I could do that. Hopefully.