❝ ι’м ρяєραяєԃ тσ вє αηησуιηgʅу ρєяѕιѕтєηт ❞ ❂ Jacob Black ❂ 16 #NewMoon #AU #MC #RP (21+) ❂ Descriptive ❂ #TwilightRP #TwiRP ❂ #RT

- way. She could choose.

- stories. You don’t need to understand the words to appreciate it. It’s the first Saturday of the month. Rain or shi-“ I stopped before saying shine and laughed. “Rain or no rain.” I gave her all the information so she could come by herself, or come along with me… but this -

- might not even notice when it happens… I’m not making you a promise. But…” I smiled then. “Maybe you need a different kind of music… you should come to the village on the day of the farmer's market. There are always elders gathered around, singing blessings or telling -

- nthe onset of emotion had sent scattering away. “Sometimes… we lose touch with the things we used to love. I don’t want to sound cliché and tell you everything will be fine… but usually, people find a way back to the things they love the most, it can just take a while. You -

“Sure!” I teased her… but I knew it was true. Bella seemed to see the best in everyone. But she did it without being naïve… she balanced to two well. My heart broke a little with her confession. I nodded and bit into a cookie while I tried to pull together the thoughts; that -

- and thought carefully about how to word this. “I sort of thought that maybe the song I played upset you… If it did I didn’t mean to and I’m sorry for that. But… at least you’re okay and maybe you won’t even have a scar.”

- very touchy person… at least right now. Or maybe always, I wasn’t sure. “It’s probably a good idea, the last thing you want is an infection. But you have nothing to be sorry for… It happens.” I shrugged. “I mean look at what happened when we built the shed?” Then I paused -

I laughed… “You were about to say a million different things weren’t you?” I chuckled again. “I will have you know I am very well-behaved.” Without thinking about it I brought my hand underneath the one she showed me, cradling it for a second before remembering she wasn’t a -

- I teased her, giving her a gentle nudge back because I had a feeling; she probably bruised like a peach. “How is your hand healing?”

- answer that…” I wasn’t sure if her 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮 comment was about my age again or the fact that the new jeans I got only two weeks ago were currently just skimming my ankles. “I’m pretty sure it's good for everyone… even the palest girl to ever come from Arizona!” -

I shook my head but I was smiling. Instead of keeping the attention on the part that I knew made her feel a little exposed, I quirked a brow and asked… “What do you think I would be up to that I couldn’t just ask you to tag along?” Then I laughed and said. “Actually, don’t -

- is nothing wrong with just walking for the sake of it. All this good fresh air and exercise and stuff.” I grinned at the end hoping to inject a little humour into the situation.

- concern behind it. She seemed to carry around this feeling that she was a burden to the people around her. “You know that I 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁to hang out with you, right? There’s no other reason for me being here other than the fact that I really like spending time with you. And there -

I stopped walking and gently took Bella's wrist… stopping her too… “Bella…” I let go realising that might not be something she was comfortable with. “I am busy… I’m busy hanging out with my friend… I think you know her. Her name is Bella Swan.” I smiled, but there was -

- Noticing that I had to shorten my stride to keep next to her. Then I remembered we were walking without a real destination in mind. “So where exactly are we going? Or are we just….. wandering?” I munched on another cookie.

I grinned because I knew she would get it. “It’s always about the people… I mean good food is good too… but the company? It makes all the difference. Even if it is just one other person.. if it is the right person you’ll never forget it… you know?” I kept walking with her. -

- it wasn’t raining the twins would put the kitchen table outside and we’d…” I realised I was rambling and smiling like a fool… but I wasn’t embarrassed. I knew Bella wouldn’t make fun of it… “It was always a great day, you know?”

- but I remember her barbecuing on the back porch and I remember the sizzles of the butter when it dropped onto the charcoal. Dad was always so excited… mostly because he’d caught the fish and would spend the next week boasting about it. Quil and Embry would come over and if -

I laughed… “Oh yeah, it’s a good lasagne and it's always good fun… Mama T is definitely the funnest Mom on the Rez… even if she is a little overprotective.” “Mom’s cooking…” I thought about it for about a split second. “Grilled Halibut… I can barely remember the taste… -

- honestly, unless it was lasagna night at the Call’s… we ate at mine or #Quil’s.” I tried to think of another story… munching on a cookie as I thought. “Okay… tell me something about your mom… I need prompts to get my mind working.” I chuckled.