so many words in a name [jacob]

[Hannah Young]

Confusedly I looked once more to the little worn post it note on the refrigerator when I got home. 'Take some fish fry over to the Black's.' it said. I was bewildered but obeyed, opening the fridge and taking the pan of my uncle's famous dish. I started the car, smiling to myself as I remembered I technically couldn't drive (Uncle Harry and Aunt Sue always "forgot" this, they knew I considered it a treat) and pulled out the driveway.

The short drive to the Black's house didn't give me much time for thinking. In fact that I'd remembered my glasses was something the likes of which I wasn't sure would ever happen again. I pulled up into their driveway and an old soft wave of nostalgia bled through me. I marveled at how long it'd been--sad, because Mr. Black always told the best stories. Sighing, I handled the pan carefully--the metal was cold, and my sensitivity was legendary, I knocked on the door softly. I remembered as a very, very small child sneaking through the window by climbing up the tree, just to prove that I could. Aunt Sue had laughed about the scratches across my arms and legs for days, saying I was the oddest little girl she'd ever met and the best girl in the world. That always made me smile.

There were so many stories about this house, both with it as the starring character and a supporting actor. Jake was about my age, I remembered. I remembered the whole rag tag bands of kids--with his two older sisters leading the way when we were youngest--and Embry and Quil and all of us running around being kids. And now my family'd moved away and I hadn't seen any of them in too long. I sighed to myself. I'd zoned out so much that I'd forgotten to knock. I remembered forming the resolve to in my head and being distracted by the damned tree I used to climb. I knocked, mentally chastising myself for my stupidity. I shifted uncomfortably, waiting for assumedly Mr. Black.

[Jacob Black]

The night before, Jacob had run patrol for a few hours, alone. Sam didn't underestimate Jacob's power; even though Jacob was to be considered a "young" wolf, he was a good, reliable wolf. Jacob took pride in knowing that the "magic" that Ephram Black had held was still passed on to him. It made him feel special, though he didn't think that he needed to be Alpha. Jacob didn't need the stress of the pack weighing on him.

So, Jacob had run patrol until the night melted into early dawn. Then he'd come back to Billy's and crashed on his too-small bed. He was exhausted. Billy wasn't home; something about spending the day with Sue and Harry. Jacob didn't mind. He liked the quiet of the house and was out in minutes.

What felt like minutes (but really was hours) later, the knock on the door woke Jacob. He pulled himself out of bed, heading towards the door in nothing more than a pair of boxers. His newly cropped hair stuck up in every which angle and his eyes were heavy with sleep. He opened the door, blinking several times. "Hello," he said in a husky voice, a small smile on his face. "What's up?" he asked, wondering what Adriana wanted this early. Not that he minded - not really.

[Hannah Young]

Obviously, his appearance was a little shocking to me. I hadnt seen Jake in--three years? We hadn't visited much until Emily and Sam had gotten all serious and disgusting. He had the weirdest look on his face, like he recognized me but thought I was someone else. Huh...well, who could I be? The only other girls my age around were Aurora and Adriana...and they practically looked the same. I sighed and thrust out the fish fry. And then my fingers, hooked around the edge of the dish, brushed his skin. My eyebrows shot up. "Jake! You're on fire!" He had to have a ridiculous temperature--maybe he was in boxers because he'd been in sickbed all day.

i is confuzzled