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Howling Moon	By : VanillaToast Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Notes: I felt like the last chapter was a little short, despite the content, so I'm hoping that this new chapter ends up longer than the last. Jacob's outfit for his date with Amelia was taken from another beautiful BJD from IpleHouse. The link for the picture is here:

http://www.iplehouse.net/shop/step1.php?number=1118

I would love to give special thanks to IpleHouse for inspiring a lot of Jake's new outfits. These dolls are beautiful!

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When I finally got out of the shower and got dressed, I felt like a total choad when I looked at myself in the mirror. Alice had gone overboard with the outfit she had suggested and placed in a separate bag for me to wear out on a date.

I had no issue with the jeans, for they were ripped in some places, but I balked at wearing a pink shirt. I decided to put the pink shirt on anyway, but when I got to the shirt that was supposed to go over the pink, my eye twitched involuntarily; the thing looked like a ragged, white tablecloth.

Does Alice want me to burn up?! All of this clothing... I'll be sweating like a damn pig!

I threw on the frayed shirt and found that it had the surprising ability to breathe. It had to have been made of something very light, or I would've ended up ripping the damn thing to shreds after five minutes.

Alice had thrown in a belt, which didn't look too bad with various chains hanging off of it for decoration. Alice had also thrown in a white, afghan scarf that looked for fashionable than practical, and a necklace with a turquoise leaf pendant. I chose a pair of ankle-high riding boots, left unlaced, to keep myself from feeling like my masculinity had flown out the window.

... But I still felt like a choad. The outfit looked like I had walked off of a runway, and Amelia had to know that I didn't have the money to afford clothing that looked like I had raided Edward's closet.

That was another problem I ran into: Money.

Now that I was graduated and considered an adult, I knew I would need a job. I had taken a mechanic's assistant job when I was younger, and while I had picked up a lot of useful things, I didn't have the attention span, really, to continue working on something like that day-in and day-out. I loved tinkering with cars, but I couldn't picture myself as a mechanic, attempting to support myself and Billy on the measly pay.

I decided that, before the week was out, I would have a job. Until then, I would just have to skim off the top of my college piggy bank to impress Amelia for dinner. But the final problem I ran into was the fact that I hadn't even asked Amelia if she would come with me or not. I decided that I could rectify that with an easy phone call.

After grimacing at myself in the mirror and wondering how any woman would like a man who wore pink, I finally made it back to my room and picked up the phone. After dialing the Clearwater's number, I waited for Amelia to pick up the phone. I knew that she was still home, so she HAD to pick up.

Riiiiiiiiiing......Riiiiiiiiiing......Riiiiiiiiiing......

I waited for Amelia to pick up, and on the seventh ring, I gave up and dropped the phone back on the cradle with a sigh. Still sitting on my bed, I turned and stared past the dingy, lace curtains of my window and out toward the Clearwater's. Amelia was outside, obviously oblivious to the ringing phone as she hung wet laundry on the line at the front of the house. My heart leapt inside of my chest and I bounced off of the bed. I dug through my wallet, noting that I had enough money to take her out somewhere nice. I was saving up the money for a few new parts on the bike, but I knew I could always live without those parts as long as I had the rabbit. I stuffed my wallet into my back pocket, bounding over the piles of dirty clothes on my floor, and scurried my way out the front door.

I waved my hand as I called to Amelia; I probably looked like a total idiot in what I was dressed, but I hoped that she would overlook it-- if Alice said I would look good in it, I would just have to trust her judgment on that. Amelia turned, having been struggling to put a bed sheet on a higher line; she really was a little too short to reach the clothes lines, and I chuckled when I reached her and hung up the sheet for her.

“Good morning, Amelia! Did you sleep alright?”

Amelia flushed hot in the cheeks, her eyes giving me a thrice over before she offered a timid smile and a response.

“I slept well, I guess... And you, Jake?”

“I guess I slept okay,” I lied, rubbing the back of my neck. That scarf was itchy. “Hey... What are your plans for today?”

“Well,” Amelia replied, still blushing as she bent down to pick an undershirt out of the basket of laundry at her feet. “I was going to finish the laundry for Aunt Sue and Dad, but after that... I really don’t have any plans.”

My heart soared; it was the most I’d heard come out of those perfect lips since I’d met her, and the fact that she didn’t have any plans after the laundry got me smiling.

“Why?” Amelia asked.

Now came the hard part: working up the nerve to ask my soul mate out on a date. I felt like a wuss, but swallowed a bit and just spit it out.

“I was thinking about lunch... Maybe... After you finish the laundry, would you like to join me?”

I was preparing myself for rejection-- steeling my heart against the huge, resounding ‘no’ that I was so worried about receiving.

“Sure..! That... Sounds very nice, Jake. Thank you.”

Amelia’s response seemed a little shocked, perhaps a little scared, but she smiled anyway and turned back to her laundry. I hoped that I hadn’t scared her off with the almost-kiss the night before, but she didn’t seem to be afraid to go to lunch with me. I tried to keep it in my head that she had been masturbating to thoughts of me but an hour-or-so ago, and my cheeks flushed hot at the memory.

“Are you feeling alright, Jake? You’re cheeks are all red...”

Amelia looked over at me as she handed me another bed sheet. I supposed that this worked the same way as Bella and I when it had come to washing dishes; Bella would wash, and I would dry-- in this scenario, she would shake out the laundry and I would hang it up. It seemed a fair trade.

“Nah, I feel fine..”

“Are you sure you’re not a little... Overdressed for the weather?”

I KNEW IT! SHE THINKS I LOOK LIKE A TOTAL IDIOT!!

I laughed, but the sound came out jostled and nervous, I dug around in my head for a response that didn’t sound stupid.

“Nah... My clothes breathe...”

That sounded stupid...

“Well... They... They look very nice on you...”

Amelia turned away, but I caught the flush of her russet cheeks when she did so. I gave myself a mental high-five and tallied another ‘thank you’ in my head for Alice.

Amelia and I spent the next half-hour chatting about random things as we hung up the laundry. I followed her into the house, carrying the basket for her and dropping it off in the laundry room. Amelia excused herself to her room to change, and I milled around the living room for a bit. I was glad that Amelia seemed to like my clothes, and I didn’t feel like as much of an idiot for wearing them as long as she liked them. I heard Amelia emerge from the bedroom that she and Leah shared and all I could do was stare.

In hindsight, the outfit that Amelia wore probably would have looked plain on someone else, but to me, she looked absolutely gorgeous and it was all I could do not to jump her on sight. Amelia was dressed in bell bottom jeans that hid a pair of dim, brown cowboy boots. Her blouse was white and long-sleeved, but the top three buttons were undone to reveal a soft pink tank-top beneath. She was busy pulling her long hair into a simple braid over her shoulder when she stepped out and she blushed when she caught me staring.

“I... I feel a little under dressed...” Amelia said, the shy, mousy voice that was entirely her own coming out once again. I couldn’t help but smile, pulling myself together enough to speak.

“No, I think it looks great. So... How about some lunch?”

The ride up to Forks felt like it lasted forever, but Amelia and I said nothing to each other until we reached the city limits. I knew that there were very few ‘nice’ places to eat in Forks, but there was a small established eatery that was known for it’s good, moderately priced food and quiet, friendly atmosphere. I figured that it would simply have to do, considering I only had about a hundred bucks in my wallet, a quarter of a tank of gas, and I refused to take her to McDonalds for our ‘first date’.

When we pulled into the parking spot, I put the rabbit in park and climbed out to make my way over to Amelia’s side of the car. She seemed surprised that I would even think to open the door for her, but she accepted that hand that I offered out to her when I did. She took my hand, I took a huge breath to keep from letting her scent overpower me, and I suddenly felt the urge to not only jump the poor girl right there in the parking lot... But also to give kudos to Edward for his self-control; I was certain that he had felt the exact same way when he was with Bella in the beginning-- doing his damnedest not to jump her, no matter how much his instincts told him to.

I held Amelia’s hand as I led her inside. When we were seated, I pulled the chair out for her and slid her closer to the table before seating myself; I felt like I was laying it on a bit thick, but I was just going with what I had learned from all of those terrible romance movies I had been subjected to that weekend; girls apparently liked it when their date was old-fashioned in his courtesy.

Amelia didn’t order very much, and I was sure that she had ordered the cheapest thing on the menu besides water, but I assured her that money was no object and that she should order whatever her heart desired. With the money in my wallet, I could afford anything on the menu twice.

“Are you sure, Jacob? I mean... This place is a little expensive...” Amelia said, peering at me over the menu with an apprehensive look in her onyx eyes.

“Don’t worry, Amelia; I wouldn’t have taken you here if I couldn’t afford it.” Which was another lie: I would have taken her here if that one hundred dollars in my wallet was my life savings. I felt like I was digging myself into a hole with all of the little white lies I was spreading with her; It wasn’t like me to lie, as I really didn’t like dishonesty when I was on the receiving end, but I didn’t think that any of the lies I had fed her so far would jeopardize my chances of getting such a beautiful woman at my side for the rest of my life.

Amelia watched me as though I would double-back on my offer, but after a moment-or-two, she changed her order with the waitress, ordering something a tad more expensive than her original order. I would have liked the chance to order FOR Amelia, but I figured that she could order for herself and it wouldn’t hurt my chances if I didn’t do it for her. I ordered something mid-priced, though I knew that what they would serve me wouldn’t come close to what I could truly consume when I was so hungry; this would simply be an appetizer compared to my usual diet.

I found out more about Amelia during the course of lunch, and did my best to show some table manners as I ate; normally I would've tipped the bowl of pasta up and shoveled the entirety of it into my mouth, but I decided that using a fork for once wouldn't hurt.

Amelia liked a lot of different music, I learned, though she said that she thoroughly disliked rap with a passion. She was also very into the stories and legends of our people, and enjoyed being a part of our tribe again. She and I casually joked about the legend of our people having the ability to turn into wolves, but I changed the subject quickly; I wasn't sure if she knew about that or not, but I knew she would find out sooner or later since she was living with Leah.

Amelia told me all about her friends in Seattle before she had moved back down here with her father, Phil; she'd had a friend named Lina whose appetite only rivaled that of her boyfriend, Garren. She said that she'd had a lot of friends at school, and had been sad to leave, but she assured me that I was making her move a little less stressful because I had been so kind. I assured her that it was no trouble at all, and spoke to her briefly of the Cullen family that lived down the road. Amelia said that they all sounded like very nice people and that she may want to meet them, someday. I told her that the Cullens were very reclusive and didn't generally like strangers, but I promised that I would talk to them about it; besides, I told her that I thought she and Alice and Bella would be the best of friends, and Amelia seemed to be looking forward to that.

After lunch, I showed Amelia around Forks despite the fact that there wasn't much to see; Forks was the size of a postage stamp, and if you blinked, you'd pass it right by. Amelia seemed interested, though, and said that she'd like to come back up for another tour later in the week... With me. I promised that I would, and told her that I would treat her to a bike ride through Forks if the weather permitted.

When we got back to the reservation, my heart was soaring when she accepted my offer of taking her on a walk down the beach; there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the weather was warming up-- I was sure that the cool breeze coming off of the ocean would cool my rising ardor anyway. I walked, hand-in-hand with Amelia down to the spot where she and I had had our first conversation... To the spot that had been strictly reserved, until now, for Bella and myself. I felt a little bad going behind Bella's back and using our special spot as the new 'Me and Amelia' spot, but I was sure that she wouldn't mind.

I sat next to Amelia as we continued our idle chit-chat. I was immersed in Amelia's current story of how she and her friends had joined a theater group and Lina and Garrin had been forced to play the role of a stuffed dragon. I laughed at all of the appropriate points, and even though the story made little sense to me, I still found Amelia's opening up to me something utterly amazing... That, and I was a little distracted by how the sunlight reflected off of her hair.

I held her hand in mine, drawing small, insignificant circles on the top of her hand with my thumb, watching her gaze intently as she told me stories from home. I was broken out of my daze when Amelia asked me a question; I didn't response because I hadn't really heard her question, and I instantly felt bad for having been so distracted.

"Jacob? Are you sure you're feeling alright? You're cheeks are a bit flushed, still..."

"I... I'm fine... Just a little distracted, I guess. I'm sorry if it seemed like I wasn't listening."

"Oh, no, I understand... My stories are probably so dull; I really am sorry!"

"You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about, Amelia; please, don't think that." I responded quietly, still holding her gaze. I squeezed her hand a bit, and she returned the soft squeeze. Eventually, I moved closer to her and switched up the hand I was holding hers with and wrapped my free arm around her shoulders. I held her close with the pretense that the air was getting chillier as the day turned into evening, and Amelia agreed. We sat like that, watching the tide roll in and out, until the sun began to set. Eventually, Amelia rested her head on my shoulder, her own thumb drawing random patterns across the back of my hand.

I felt relaxed, but Amelia's close proximity made her scent assault my nose. I was a glutton for punishment, and turned my face to nuzzle my nose into her hair, breathing in the heavy scent of her and the raspberry shampoo she used. My mind immediately drifted back to that morning, and I felt the crotch of pants beginning to tighten. Every muscle in my body tensed and in response to that, Amelia lifted her head. She had a questioning, almost concerned look in her eyes when I finally met her gaze, but neither of us spoke.

Now... Do it now!

I leaned my face closer to her own, my eyes closing halfway as the scene suddenly mirrored that of the one on Amelia's front porch the night before. I knew that there was no phone, now, to interrupt, and I could feel the tension in the air as our lips came closer together. I could feel Amelia's breath hitching against my lips and I opened my eyes completely, then... Just to double check that she wasn't making anything other than 'the kiss face' as I drew closer. I pulled my hand gently from her grasp when I noticed that her eyes were closed and raised it to cup her cheek. Her skin was soft, and I could do little else but to brush my thumb over the soft swell of her cheekbone.

"... Amelia..."

My voice came out in a soft, husky whisper, and I swallowed a bit as the tension in the air rose to epic proportions. Finally, when Amelia did not respond or make a move to stop me, I closed the last tiny bit of space between our lips and captured her mouth with mine.

It was heaven.

Her lips molded softly against mine, and I held the closed-mouth kiss for a few minutes before I felt her hands raise. She held my shoulders so tightly that I feared she might rip the fabric and I thought that, for a moment, she meant to push me away. I pulled away and opened my eyes to look down into her face, but before I could let a single word leave my mouth, Amelia pulled me in for another kiss.

I took a deep, shocked breath through my nose, but rose both of my hands up, now, to capture her face and hold her in place. Tilting my head to the side, I slowly extended my tongue to ask for entrance. Amelia complied, allowing me the first taste of her mouth as her sweet, hot breath invaded me. It took every ounce of willpower I had and then some not to shove her down to the sand and start ripping her clothes to pieces. When the urge became more than I could possibly bear, bringing me almost to my breaking point, I pulled her face away from my own and broke the kiss. I stared down into her face, her cheeks flushing hot and red, and her onyx eyes pleading for me to continue.

I silently refused, only bringing my arms around her shoulders and pulling her in for a hug. My heart screamed in my chest, pounding so roughly against my ribs that I was afraid it would break through and land in her lap. I chuckled at the picture such a thought brought to mind, using the laughter to break the tension I could feel slowly dying down to a containable level.

"Come on, Amelia... Let's get you home. Maybe you would like to join me and Billy for dinner?"

Amelia sighed softly, and I told myself that it was because I had denied her another kiss... Or more. I vowed not to take things too quickly, but still wanted to know her touch... Under my sheets... By the end of the week. Such a thing went against my normal nature, as while I was a teenage boy and had raging hormones, I still wasn't the kind of guy to take advantage of a girl I had just met. But, the imprinting with Amelia was leaving me with little choice; the legends said that one could only deny an imprinting for so long before the soul began to die and the body followed suit. I would HAVE to bed Amelia before our souls fell apart and our bodies began to die; there was no way around it, and I would only take this for another week before I would have to give in to the ethereal call of our blood wanting to mingle.
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