Jake's engine roared down the road as we both sat, saying nothing. The newly restored radio hummed a song coating the almost silence. Jake reached forward quickly turning the song up. He smiled widely and mouthed the words, looking at me. "Woo-hoo, but you know I'm yours. Woo-hoo, and I know you're mine. Woo-hoo, and that's for all of time. Woo-ee-oo, I look just like Buddy Holly. Oh-Oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore. I don't care what they say about us anyway."
I smiled, I couldn't help myself. But my smile quickly vanished as I realized we were still speeding down the highway and he wasn't even glancing at the road. "Jake!" I yelped, exasperated at his lack of driving skills. Just because we were both nearly indestructible didn't mean we couldn't use a little tact now and then.
We were meeting the pack in Seattle for a little rest and relaxation. They'd been pulling double shifts for 7 months straight now. A rouge vampire strayed into Forks, causing trouble here and there. She was pretty crafty though, after all it took the boys and myself 7 months to catch and destroy her. Imagine her shock when she was confronted by another vampire with a pack of werewolves behind her.
Quil and Embry weren't that far ahead of us, I could hear them revving their new Suzuki twin motorcycles. Sam bought it for them; well he bought something for all of us. Jake got a Jaguar and Paul got an off road Jeep. Sam gave me an iPod and an expensive stereo as well.
Seattle's bright city lights blinded me momentarily as we pulled off the highway and onto the surface streets. Quil and Embry came into our view, stopped about a block a head. I sighed as Jake twisted around, his blinker ticking as we pulled close to the curb. "Is this it?" I asked, confused.
"I guess so. Jared said this place was pretty fun," Jake eyed me for a second before getting out of the car. I followed in suit, opening the door into the onslaught of rain and wind. Jake was at my side quickly, his hand in the small of my back guiding me into the building as Quil and Embry secured their bikes. I could hear the music already – my hearing being above average.
The inside was much more exuberant than the bland outside. Strobe lights flashed in every direction while music pulsed out of large stereos mounted on each wall. People were dancing erratically in the middle of the big room, and the bar was covered with even more people.
"Isn't it great?" Jake yelled into my ear. He was still guiding me towards the rest of the pack. Sam, Paul, and Jared lounged against the wall on one side of the room.
"You don't have to yell and great isn't the word I would use . . . " I spoke evenly. I didn't even have to talk close to his ear; I knew he could hear me. He smiled for a moment then mumbled,
"Give it a chance Bells."
The night was fairly uneventful. A few guys tried talking to me, but Jacob looming around scared them off – not that I mind though. Suddenly, I felt a tugging at my wrist. It was Jake. His eyes were pleading. "Oh my God, are you serious?" He's been asking me to dance all night.
"Puh-leeease Bella?" He begged. I couldn't resist. Reluctantly I nodded and almost instantaneously I was drug into the sea of people. We slid into the beat easily, Jake's hands on my hips as I rest my head on his chest. I moved myself back and forth against his warmth – a sudden impulse to be closer to him started to build inside of him. I could hear his fast paced heartbeat underneath his tight shirt.
"Like a gift from
the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see, how the devil himself could be pulled out of me,"
I pulled myself closer to him. I didn't know what this feeling was; it was familiar, but so different at the same time. His hands moved up and down on my hips as I rocked them back and forth. I tightened my grip on back, steadying myself against his solid frame. His solid, warm, frame.
We'd been very close lately, closer than we've ever been. Every once in a while, he'd kiss me. Every time his lips touched mine, it felt like my world had been blown away. He's wanted to be with me for so long now, and all this time I've been denying him. Denying him because I'm still too scared. Well, it was time to stop being scared. To start being happy again.
Slowly, I looked up at Jake, who was smiling triumphantly. I touched the side of his face, confusing him. "Bells, you alright?" I was more than alright, I was letting go. The song hit its chorus as I pulled myself up against his body and pushed my lips against his.
I hate this chapter, a lot. I've have writers block for months. & I feel like shit for leaving you guys. I think I might go back and change this later one. Where do you all think this story should go? I'm at a loss, lol. I need help.