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flowrs4opheliaWell...It feels weird to finally be posting these because I wrote them way back at the end of last year for the second round of the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sortofbeautiful drabble contest (which you should go vote for if you're in the appropriate camp and haven't, btw - I know it seems like just about everyone's moved on from this fandom and I'm truly happy for you, but the voting turnout has been kind of sad so far and you only need to read seven for the final voting...ANYWAY...) But I get to de-anon and post my entries at last before any others because I kind of managed to...accidentally go a little over the 500-word limit on each of them and got disqualified. Heh.
That's the last time I rely on this lying piece of crap for anything. LOL.
Title: Just a Mirror For the Sun
Characters & Pairings: Jacob/Bella
Rating: PG
Summary: They head to the lower west coast, away from the rain, toward the sun. There will be no vampires there.
Notes: Succumbing to the now widespread trend of writing J/B fics about them running away together during NM like Bella suggests they do in the movie. Which I guess technically makes this part movieverse? *shrug* Title from "Road Trippin'" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
The tall, unfamiliar figure walking through Forks High in the afternoon draws everyone's attention. Bella's eyes widen when he appears out of nowhere, walking right up to her at her locker and ignoring that Mike is speaking to her.
"What you said about running away," Jacob says. "Did you mean that?"
She blinks, disoriented. "You said..."
"I know. Screw what I said. Will you still go?"
She looks around briefly. "Now?"
"Yeah."
Bella barely thinks, then turns to Mike's confounded face and kisses his cheek. "Bye, Mike."
She takes Jacob's hand and they go, leaving him staring incredulously.
They head to the lower west coast, away from the rain, toward the sun. There will be no vampires there.
On the third day of traveling and hotels, Jake drives wearing some aviator sunglasses he found left on a bench, the lenses reflecting the midday brightness outside. Bella does a crossword puzzle.
"What's a name of an animal meaning 'little armored one'?" she asks. "Fifth letter is—"
"Armadillo?" he says.
"Oh. Duh." She fills it in.
"What else don't you have?"
"Um...Country with a high suicide rate. Six letters."
He clicks his tongue, thinking. "Sweden, probably."
"Why Sweden?"
"The winters. They don't get much daylight."
She smiles faintly. Of course.
They stop to switch places. Jacob puts the sunglasses on her, laughing at how huge they look on her face.
While she drives, he works on the puzzle. "Dammit, what is seven across? You sure you spelled this other one right? Rosencrantz?"
He holds it up, but she doesn't even check before saying, "Yes." Then she shakes her head, smiling. "I don't even like crosswords."
He laughs. "Me neither."
They stop at a grocery store. Bella laughs as he throws her bags of chips to add to their cart from where he stands several feet away. In the checkout line, a little girl stares at Jacob, who grins and winks at her.
Bella realizes she's holding his hand with their fingers intertwined. They hold hands all the time, easily, naturally, but never this way before.
It's incredible how easily it lifts her spirits a little just to be where the sun shines. When Charlie suggested she leave Forks, she was desperate to stay where Edward still haunted. But somehow this was easy. Every day the sense of purpose in getting where they're going makes it more effortless for her to get up in the morning.
Every room they stay in gets messier than the last.
They sleep in until ten-thirty. Until eleven. Until twelve-thirty.
At the L.A. shore, the ocean looks entirely different than in La Push, shining like reflective glass under a robin-egg blue sky. All they do there at first is lie on their backs in the sand, eyes closed, feeling the touch of the sunlight on them. Bella seems hardly aware of it as the backs of her fingers brush lightly against Jacob's where their hands rest near each other. Keeping his eyes shut, he smiles.
They can't leave everything behind. He still can't always keep the wolf inside, and sometimes Edward Cullen still hides behind her silence.
Usually, though, their biggest problems now are twelve down and nine across.
Characters & Pairings: Jacob/Bella
Rating: PG
Summary: What do you give someone who wants nothing from you?
Bella gets lonely with Jacob out hunting Victoria. He thinks if he could leave something for her one day just to show he wishes he were there, it might make her feel better.
Her bedroom is so perfectly tidy it's scary, with hardly anything in it. She must have thrown things away to forget him, empty her life, numb herself. What do you give someone who wants nothing?
Going in her room, Bella finds the window open, something left on her bed.
A cassette tape. The insert is cut from the shopping list Jacob made months ago of parts they needed to buy together for the bikes. All he's written on it is Something to pass the time while I'm gone. Sighing wistfully, she slips it in her jacket pocket for now.
"You made me a mix tape," she tells him the next day.
His back is facing her as they go into his house. "Yep."
She bites her lip. "Doesn't say what's on it."
"Pssh. Track lists are for the weak," he says, then teases, "Like you'd know half the bands on one anyway."
Later as they sit at the beach, they're both tired and stay mostly silent. Silences never feel uncomfortable with Jacob. Sometimes, like when he knew somehow she doesn't like music, it's like he can hear what she thinks without her speaking anyway.
The soft constant sound of the ocean is almost musical. But it's not an attacking presence of sound, just a subtle one seeming to gradually heal as it gently smoothes over her.
They planned to cliff-dive, but Jacob isn't here. While sitting in her truck and pondering what to do, she feels something hard in her pocket. She takes the tape out, slowly slides it in the deck.
The speakers whisper ffffffffff as it starts playing. Then the blank canvas of sound just continues, smoothly rolling on and on with nothing. Slowly she smiles.
It's blank.
Jacob never asks if she listened to the tape. She knows that wasn't really the point.
When he's on the hunt again, the anxiety sends her pacing around restlessly. She sighs, gets her stereo from her closet, puts in the blank cassette, and lies down, just letting the ongoing blank sound calm her. Eventually she hears the brief cutoff of side A switching to B.
Fifteen minutes later it comes, delicate guitar chords and whispery singing creeping from the silence. Hearing it, she stays still. The slow, drawn-out lyrics describe making love and also being in love, bodies together and also the transcending of bodies, feeling one with someone else and also with the sea and everything.
She plays it eight times.
She mentions the song hidden on side B. Seeming embarrassed, Jacob gives a forced laugh and says, "Never thought you'd actually listen to the whole thing."
Now she's embarrassed, too. "...I did."
"You weren't exactly...meant to hear it."
A pause of realization draws him closer, lightly touching her shoulder, looking in her eyes. "Unless...you're ready to..."
She swallows, finally understanding. She doesn't want nothing and numbness anymore, was never really getting that from him. With Jacob, even silence holds something, holding her together.
.
sortofbeautiful drabble contest (which you should go vote for if you're in the appropriate camp and haven't, btw - I know it seems like just about everyone's moved on from this fandom and I'm truly happy for you, but the voting turnout has been kind of sad so far and you only need to read seven for the final voting...ANYWAY...) But I get to de-anon and post my entries at last before any others because I kind of managed to...accidentally go a little over the 500-word limit on each of them and got disqualified. Heh.That's the last time I rely on this lying piece of crap for anything. LOL.
Title: Just a Mirror For the Sun
Characters & Pairings: Jacob/Bella
Rating: PG
Summary: They head to the lower west coast, away from the rain, toward the sun. There will be no vampires there.
Notes: Succumbing to the now widespread trend of writing J/B fics about them running away together during NM like Bella suggests they do in the movie. Which I guess technically makes this part movieverse? *shrug* Title from "Road Trippin'" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
The tall, unfamiliar figure walking through Forks High in the afternoon draws everyone's attention. Bella's eyes widen when he appears out of nowhere, walking right up to her at her locker and ignoring that Mike is speaking to her.
"What you said about running away," Jacob says. "Did you mean that?"
She blinks, disoriented. "You said..."
"I know. Screw what I said. Will you still go?"
She looks around briefly. "Now?"
"Yeah."
Bella barely thinks, then turns to Mike's confounded face and kisses his cheek. "Bye, Mike."
She takes Jacob's hand and they go, leaving him staring incredulously.
They head to the lower west coast, away from the rain, toward the sun. There will be no vampires there.
On the third day of traveling and hotels, Jake drives wearing some aviator sunglasses he found left on a bench, the lenses reflecting the midday brightness outside. Bella does a crossword puzzle.
"What's a name of an animal meaning 'little armored one'?" she asks. "Fifth letter is—"
"Armadillo?" he says.
"Oh. Duh." She fills it in.
"What else don't you have?"
"Um...Country with a high suicide rate. Six letters."
He clicks his tongue, thinking. "Sweden, probably."
"Why Sweden?"
"The winters. They don't get much daylight."
She smiles faintly. Of course.
They stop to switch places. Jacob puts the sunglasses on her, laughing at how huge they look on her face.
While she drives, he works on the puzzle. "Dammit, what is seven across? You sure you spelled this other one right? Rosencrantz?"
He holds it up, but she doesn't even check before saying, "Yes." Then she shakes her head, smiling. "I don't even like crosswords."
He laughs. "Me neither."
They stop at a grocery store. Bella laughs as he throws her bags of chips to add to their cart from where he stands several feet away. In the checkout line, a little girl stares at Jacob, who grins and winks at her.
Bella realizes she's holding his hand with their fingers intertwined. They hold hands all the time, easily, naturally, but never this way before.
It's incredible how easily it lifts her spirits a little just to be where the sun shines. When Charlie suggested she leave Forks, she was desperate to stay where Edward still haunted. But somehow this was easy. Every day the sense of purpose in getting where they're going makes it more effortless for her to get up in the morning.
Every room they stay in gets messier than the last.
They sleep in until ten-thirty. Until eleven. Until twelve-thirty.
At the L.A. shore, the ocean looks entirely different than in La Push, shining like reflective glass under a robin-egg blue sky. All they do there at first is lie on their backs in the sand, eyes closed, feeling the touch of the sunlight on them. Bella seems hardly aware of it as the backs of her fingers brush lightly against Jacob's where their hands rest near each other. Keeping his eyes shut, he smiles.
They can't leave everything behind. He still can't always keep the wolf inside, and sometimes Edward Cullen still hides behind her silence.
Usually, though, their biggest problems now are twelve down and nine across.
Characters & Pairings: Jacob/Bella
Rating: PG
Summary: What do you give someone who wants nothing from you?
Bella gets lonely with Jacob out hunting Victoria. He thinks if he could leave something for her one day just to show he wishes he were there, it might make her feel better.
Her bedroom is so perfectly tidy it's scary, with hardly anything in it. She must have thrown things away to forget him, empty her life, numb herself. What do you give someone who wants nothing?
Going in her room, Bella finds the window open, something left on her bed.
A cassette tape. The insert is cut from the shopping list Jacob made months ago of parts they needed to buy together for the bikes. All he's written on it is Something to pass the time while I'm gone. Sighing wistfully, she slips it in her jacket pocket for now.
"You made me a mix tape," she tells him the next day.
His back is facing her as they go into his house. "Yep."
She bites her lip. "Doesn't say what's on it."
"Pssh. Track lists are for the weak," he says, then teases, "Like you'd know half the bands on one anyway."
Later as they sit at the beach, they're both tired and stay mostly silent. Silences never feel uncomfortable with Jacob. Sometimes, like when he knew somehow she doesn't like music, it's like he can hear what she thinks without her speaking anyway.
The soft constant sound of the ocean is almost musical. But it's not an attacking presence of sound, just a subtle one seeming to gradually heal as it gently smoothes over her.
They planned to cliff-dive, but Jacob isn't here. While sitting in her truck and pondering what to do, she feels something hard in her pocket. She takes the tape out, slowly slides it in the deck.
The speakers whisper ffffffffff as it starts playing. Then the blank canvas of sound just continues, smoothly rolling on and on with nothing. Slowly she smiles.
It's blank.
Jacob never asks if she listened to the tape. She knows that wasn't really the point.
When he's on the hunt again, the anxiety sends her pacing around restlessly. She sighs, gets her stereo from her closet, puts in the blank cassette, and lies down, just letting the ongoing blank sound calm her. Eventually she hears the brief cutoff of side A switching to B.
Fifteen minutes later it comes, delicate guitar chords and whispery singing creeping from the silence. Hearing it, she stays still. The slow, drawn-out lyrics describe making love and also being in love, bodies together and also the transcending of bodies, feeling one with someone else and also with the sea and everything.
She plays it eight times.
She mentions the song hidden on side B. Seeming embarrassed, Jacob gives a forced laugh and says, "Never thought you'd actually listen to the whole thing."
Now she's embarrassed, too. "...I did."
"You weren't exactly...meant to hear it."
A pause of realization draws him closer, lightly touching her shoulder, looking in her eyes. "Unless...you're ready to..."
She swallows, finally understanding. She doesn't want nothing and numbness anymore, was never really getting that from him. With Jacob, even silence holds something, holding her together.
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Date: 2010-10-09 05:00 am (UTC)"Track lists are for the weak" LOL! So Jacob! ♥
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Date: 2010-10-12 07:53 am (UTC)Anyway, they're both brilliant. The last lines are genius.