Pairings: Jacob/Edward, some Rosalie/Bella, insinuated other slash werewolf/vampire pairings
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Jacob is in denial. Bella is his sister. Edward is in his mind. And apparently, according to Alice, everyone in the wolf tribe are destined to imprint on a vampire...and will also catch a case of the Gay Flu too. Yep. Jacob's in denial.
AU and Slashified...and the characters could very well be considered OOC
due to the drastic change in circumstances! Don't like? PLEASE DON'T READ! ALSO! Every single pairing EXCEPT for Carlisle/Esme
This is written for my good friend yenny2206
, requested as a Christmas Gift by hogwartsvixxen. I hope you two are happy with this :)
Jacob couldn't take his eyes off of the back of Edward's messed up hair. The words of the vampire concerning his sister echoed throughout his mind, as, well, as did the fact that something very weird had happened in the hallway. It had almost been as if he'd been affected by Edward...in a non platonic way. For a split second the annoyance from hell had seemed...really kinda cute...and Jacob didn't think he was mentally prepared for that at all.
Charlie didn't need to have both of his kids going through a sexuality crisis at the same time.
Jacob ran his hand over his spiky, short hair.
This was stupid.
Just because Edward had told him about Bella Jacob had freaked, that was all.
And for all he knew Edward was just messing with him.
"Love poems." Mrs. Tatum grinned, hugging a book with said title to her abundant chest. "Every girl's dream, every boy's nightmare."
There were a couple chuckles at that.
"Does anyone here have a favored poem?"
The guys looked disgusted.
The girls smiled embarrassed at each other.
Jacob, truthfully, didn't really care for or have a talent for (or appreciation of) poems.
"No one?" Mrs. Tatum prodded. "Truthfully?"
"I have many." Edward Cullen turned in his seat towards where Mrs. Tatum had just rested her hip against Jacob's desk. "One of the top ones would be 'How Do I Love Thee'?"
"Gay." Someone coughed.
The girl next to said student gave him such a glare he withered in his seat.
"Oh, I love that poem." Mrs. Tatum sighed. "Do you know it by heart?"
Edward nodded, before beginning to recite it."How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death"
Jacob gulped, not sure why all of a sudden his throat was dry.
Most of the girls were sighing in that dreamy romantic way only a high school girl could pull off.
Though, to be fair, Mrs. Tatum was pulling it off quite admirably herself. "Lovely, Mister Cullen, lovely. Its always refreshing to know that even in this generation a true romantic soul dost still live."
Edward's gaze met Jacob's and he smirked. In a matter of speaking.
Jacob couldn't help but smirk back.
"For your assignments I want you to each write a poem, and your partners will read it for you tomorrow." Mrs. Tatum decided.
"Mrs. T!" A couple of the boys cried out at the injustice of it all.
"Shush now my little Shakespeares in the rough!" The teacher fluttered to her desk. "Have them ready by tomorrow. Do not tarry or excuses make, or of detention you shall partake!"We can work at my place.
Jacob looked up at that, but Edward had his back to him, writing something in his notebook. Excuse me?I wouldn't want to inconvenience your father, or make him uncomfortable, so until he gets used to us, it will be better for us to meet at my house.
Edward replied, closing his notebook and ignoring the girl to his right, who was sighing and eyeing him. You're going to be my partner in this because, let's face it, you'll be lost without me.I can write a poem.
Jacob pouted, tapping his pencil against the desk.Right.I can too!
Jacob scoffed, knowing that his petulance was obvious in his thoughts and on his face.Jacob, you're amazing at sports, and you look great in that jacket...but when it comes to things like this you are terrible.
Jacob hated the way his gaze lowered to his leather jacket. You can't judge my poem making skills. You've never even heard a poem I created.You're right. How judgmental of me.
Edward stood up, gaze going out of the window. So you can prove me wrong tonight. At my house.
Jacob continued sitting, shaking his head. How do I know your family won't have me for supper?
Edward suddenly turned and frowned at him, eyes dark...expression hurt.
It just proved how shocked Edward was that the vampire actually visually acknowledged Jacob...he was usually such a pro at continuing on as if nothing was going on in their heads.I'm sorry.
Jacob found himself apologizing rapidly and sincerely, meeting Edward's gaze. I didn't mean to be an asshole. I know you all are vegans.Vegetarians.
Edward's lips twitched and he shook his head, ducking his gaze and sending Jacob an amused smile. And you're forgiven. But only because of your unfair use of puppy-dog eyes.
I did no such thing.
Jacob watched him as the vampire left the class with the others. You know, you never told me which sister.I know.
Came the teasing answer.
Jacob sighed, knowing Edward wouldn't tell him, preferring to leave him in suspense.
But as he gathered his things and stood, Jacob realized that that was probably a good thing.
If this was real, then his twin was not only attracted to another girl...but she was attracted to a vampire...and that was seriously messed up. It went against everything they were and had been made of. Sure, their father wasn't into all the 'must kill vampires' thing their old tribe was, but they were werewolves, and werewolves had been born to slay vampires.
Bella was pulling a Buffy!
And everyone knew just how well that
whole doomed lovers things had gone for Angel and Buffy.
It just went to show that people shouldn't fall in love with things they were supposed to kill.
It would be like a vampire falling in love with a human and keeping the person human despite how much easier it would be to just turn him or her.
The vampire would have to be freaking masochistic or just plain stupid.
Jacob sighed, a little disturbed as he left his classroom.
"Jake!" Alice suddenly appeared, peppy as ever, standing next to a much more somber Rosalie. "Okay, a tip for tonight, don't eat! We'll have takeout or something for you."
Jacob blinked, looking down at the tiny yet formidable vampire with the ability to see the future. "Uh, you don't have to-."
"No! No! We want you to be comfortable!" Alice shrugged off his comment. "You're practically family anyway and this is a big event-you know-you're coming to the house for the first time!"
Rosalie sent her 'sister' a look before turning to Jacob. "Look, you don't have to not eat before coming, but if you do they'll still expect you to wolf down whatever it is they're going to get for you."
"Wolf down." Alice grinned. "Nice one."
"I thought so." Rosalie flicked her luscious blonde hair over her shoulder.
The vampires turned and walked away, chatting amongst themselves.
Jacob watched them go.
Confused.Is it because you're a vegetarian coven that you're all so weird...or are all vampires in general like this?Huh? What are you talking about?
Edward asked, confused.Your sisters just...you know what...never-mind.
Jacob shook his headNo. Wait. What about my sisters?Nothing. Forget about it.
Jacob looked up, smiling at Mike as the guy came towards him.
"How much would I have to pay you to do something really awkward for me?" Flinging his arm around his shoulder, Mike wanted to know. "Take into consideration that we've known each other since kindergarten."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "How awkward are we talking here?"
"Remember two summers ago?" Mike prompted.
Jacob's eyes widened as he pulled away from his childhood friend. "No way man. You can't even pay me to do something like that again!"
"It's not that!" Mike assured him. "But its just as awkward."What did my sisters have to say to you?
Jacob ignored Edward, instead concentrating on Mike.
As he listened to the blonde explain the situation and the favor he needed, Jacob wondered, once more, why in the world he was best friends with him.