Unexpected, ch 3

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This story is Jakeward. Or is it Edcob? Well, whatever it is, it's Edward/Jake. Enjoy!

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Edward POV

I smirked at Jacob when he started glaring at me. I hope you know this is kidnapping! he thought towards me. I let out an amused laugh.

“Really, Jacob, you can’t kidnap the willing. You just don’t know where we’re going.” He just huffed and turned on the radio to a rock station. Really, the wolf was so amusing. His thoughts were interesting compared to everyone else’s. I’m not sure what made him so different—was it the fact that he imprinted on me? I wasn’t sure. It’s not like you get imprinted on by a wolf that wasn’t even out of puberty every day. I was shocked when I heard; I don’t think one of the wolves had ever imprinted on one of my kind. Of course, it just had to be me. I was already a freak among freaks. Mind reading, feeding only on animals, and now this…

My lips twitched in a small smile when Jacob wrinkled his nose in distaste at the next song playing on the station. Ew, Cher. Yuck. He then preceded to change the stations again. What the…Hannah Montana? No thanks… I withheld a snicker. He was rather cute.

Wait. Backtrack. Cute? No no no, Edward Cullen does not call anyone cute. No. I’m a monster; I don’t deserve anyone, especially not a mortal. He may be a wolf and perhaps even equally as strong as me, but it would just take one slip of my hand when we were having a tender moment, and I could crush any part of him. Even before, at the diner, right after we had gotten in my car…I may have looked calm, but internally, I was not. His scent was driving me insane. Generally, wolves and vampires do not find each other’s scents appealing, but I guess we are a special case. I wondered if he would mind if just had a little bit…I quickly kicked the idea out of my head and turned my attention fully to the road. I couldn’t let those urges get to me.

“Where are we?” asked the object of my thoughts, confused. We were on a small road outside of Forks in the forest, heading in the opposite direction of the reservation. I just hummed. “Edward, I swear if you don’t tell me right this instant, I swear I—”

“Relax,” I purred. It seemed to get most humans flustered, and Jacob was no different. That pleased me. Greatly.

Insert perverted thoughts here.

Really, give me a break; I haven’t been laid in about a century. And the wolf in my car isn’t exactly the ugliest person on the planet. I like to think myself as a nice, courteous gentleman (as far as vampires go), but when a guy’s horny, a guy is horny. Not that I’m turned on or anything, but, well, I can’t be sure about Jacob. Being in the same small space as your imprintee has to be a flustering experience. I guess having imprinted makes you want your intended all of the time.

You see what happens when you have too much time on your hands? You tend to think. A lot.

“Whoa, is this your house?” Jacob asked in awe when the trees parted a bit and you could see the Cullen estate. I nodded.

“It’s nothing much when compared with past houses we’ve had, but I like it,” I commented, and he just looked disbelievingly at me. “I just thought that you could have the chance to really meet my family. Esme loves you already; she’s thrilled to have someone to finally cook for.” Jacob just grinned, flashing all of his startling white teeth at me. He wrinkled his nose when he got out of the car.

“Bleh. It smells too sweet here, man. You smell good, but I guess that’s just ‘cause of the imprinting.” I raised an eyebrow.

“So you would rather have me drive you back home then to spend more time together?” His eyes widened and I resisted the urge snigger.

“No! That’s fine!” I grinned a little and grabbed his arm, leading him to the house. (A/N: Imagine the house from the movie, I suppose. I’m too lazy to think of anything else, ‘sides, it looks pretty XD).  Alice was there to greet us.

“Hello!” she chirped happily. Edward! she mentally chided me. You didn’t tell us you were bringing Jakey here!

“Jakey?” I repeated back, confused. That girl was really weird sometimes.

“…What the hell kind of nickname is that?” Jacob retorted. “I don’t want to be called something kiddish like Jakey! Jake is just fine!” Alice squealed and hugged the wolf, and even though she was a lot shorter than him, the impact almost sent him to the ground.

“Alice…” I warned.

“I’m sorry, Ed! He’s just sooo cute!” she replied, head borrowed into Jacob’s chest.

Help. Me. I snorted.

“Let him go, Alice.” She sighed and pouted, crossing her arms. “You can be really childish sometimes, you know that?”

Mmm, I smell dog! Here doggy! I wonder if he can play fetch… I nearly groaned. Stupid Emmett.

“Hey there, man!” Emmett said, appearing out of nowhere and grinning like mad. He gave Jacob a noogie.

What is it with big guys and noogies?! I heard him think, and I snorted.

Ugh, the freaking mutt is here, Of course, Rosalie was the one who thought that, and I let out a low-pitched growl, too low even Jacob’s range of hearing. I then felt a wave of calmness wash through me.

Careful, Edward, Jasper warned, coming into the living room. He wrapped his arm loosely around Alice’s waist, who was still fondling over Jake (Emmett had finally let the Quileute boy go). He looked a bit tense and I almost pinched the bridge of my nose in slight annoyance.  I guess Jacob now smelled good to everyone. Did his scent purposely change so it wouldn’t be offensive to vampires, namely, me? I’d have to ask him later. Alice then skipped to the kitchen.

“Esme, Jake’s here!” she sang, but I’m pretty sure she already knew.

“I know,” we heard her say, “I’m making some food!” Alice then whispered something inaudible and Esme emerged from the kitchen. “Oh, hello, dear!” she said happily, hugging Jacob and kissing his cheek. He blushed a little at the contact.

It’s so weird having contact like that, especially ever since she died… Jasper and I shared a look and I felt another wave of calmness in the room.

“It’s so nice to finally have someone to cook for!” she gushed. “The kitchen finally has a use other than collecting dust!” She giggled and Jacob laughed. “Oh…but didn’t Edward just take you out to eat?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay, Mrs. Cullen,” the raven-haired teen assured. “Being a wolf gives you a huge appetite.”

“Please, just call me Esme! While Alice and I make you something to eat, Edward can show you around the house.” Jacob nodded and I jerked my head to the next room. I gave him a lengthy tour of the house, and, needless to say, he was impressed. We went through almost all of the rooms before getting to mine.

“Wow,” he said in awe and then raised an eyebrow. “It’s so…open. What’s up with the big-ass windows?”

I chuckled. “Well, it’s not like I have to worry about burning into a crisp or anything.” He let out a short bought of laughter. I decided his laugh was nice; carefree and happy.

“No bed?” he asked, pressing his hand tentatively on my futon, probably checking out how soft it was. “And nice music collection,” he added. I took a quick glance around my room and my lips twitched in an involuntary smile. The walls without windows were covered with bookcases with various records, 8-tracks, cassette tapes, CDs, you name it. Of course, there were books too, but music-related things took up the majority of the space. He walked  up to a shelf and pulled out a record cover. “The Beetles. Nice.”

“Thanks,” I murmured with a smile. “And no, no bed, but I suppose I’d better get one, hm? You’ll need one to sleep in…but of course, beds aren’t just for sleeping.”

He looked slightly mortified at my suggestive comment and stuttered out, “U-uh, let’s finish the rest of that tour, yeah?” I smirked and nodded, leading him to the room that I saved for last: my music room.

It wasn’t really mine, but I was the only one who used it because I was the only one who played piano. The others played instruments, too—Alice played flute and piccolo, Jasper played alto saxophone, Emmet played percussion, and Rosalie played violin, with Carlisle playing bass and Esme playing cello—but they all usually played their instruments in their rooms. It was something nice to put your spare time in since there was always a new song to learn.

Jacob ran his fingers across the ivory keys lightly, his tawny skin a stark contrast against the white keys. He pressed a finger against one key, letting it ring loudly throughout the room. A low B flat. “I used to take piano lessons,” he said softly. “Before…before my mom died.” He sat down on the piano bench and I sat down next to him.

“Go on.”

“She had my twin sisters, Rachel and Rebecca, take flute and clarinet lessons. I wanted to learn how to play an instrument too because they were always playing duets and stuff together.” He sighed. “It  sounded really cool, so I begged her and dad and they said yes. I wanted to learn guitar, but we already had a piano that was my grandparents’, so we just had Rach and Becca’s tutor come over to our house and teach us in turns.” He smiled sadly. “After about a year, Mom got sick. She never got better. Six months after that, she died. I was nine and the twins were fourteen.” I half expected him to cry. “The last thing she wanted me and my sisters to do for her was to play her a song together,” he laughed softly. “We did and she loved it. She died that night.” I pulled him into a hug when I felt my eyes sting uncomfortably. We couldn’t produce tears as vampires, but instead we experienced a burning sensation. I just wish she were still here, he thought out to me as I rubbed his back gently. She woulda been able to talk some sense into Dad.

“I’m sorry, Jacob,” I said softly, and I was.

“I-it’s okay,” he replied, but it obviously wasn’t when he wiped his eyes. “Do you think I could try to play? I haven’t ever since that day…”

“Of course,” I said automatically, and got up so he could reach all of the keys. He bit his lip, concentrating, and finally moved his right hand first, his left quickly following after. I recognized the song as “Bring Me to Life” by Evanescence. There were some errors, yes, but for not playing for nearly six years, it was wonderful. When he stopped, he got up and looked at me.

“Well?” he asked. “Going to return the favor?” I chuckled and sat down at the bench, Jacob taking my spot against the wall. I then began to play a beautiful song I heard from one of Alice’s animated shows—“Sadness and Sorrow.” Like the title suggested, it was a sad song meant for mourning, but it was just gorgeous.

“I don’t care if I sound like a chick, but that was beautiful,” Jacob choked out.

I smiled. I tended to be doing that a lot lately. “Thank you. Now I do believe that Esme is finished cooking.”

“Thank god. I was getting tired of all this girly mushy crying crap.”

I merely chuckled and followed the wolf out, leaving behind all that occurred in the room for another day.