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It had been a couple of days since the accident.
I was left in that half-alive, half-fading state, a body recovering but a mind still in shock.
I had almost died. Just… barely made it out alive. That reality hadn't fully sunk in yet.
I hadn't done anything worth noting in this life. Not seriously. For the longest time, I'd floated through it like a side character, invisible, harmless. But trouble had a way of finding me. And just like that, my first remotely dangerous encounter had me in pieces—literally. Almost killed by a car. What would a vampire do to me?
James. Victoria. Laurent. The Volturi.
They were coming.
And here I was, fighting to survive a fucking car accident. My weakness was evident for all to see.
I hated it. Hated the lack of control. Hated the helplessness. Hated that there was nothing I could do to power up.
Human-level training wasn't going to matter. And the vampire route? Hell no. Losing sleep, taste, warmth —everything that made me human—just for strength that would barely matter on the scale of the supernatural world. Yet alone the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Yeah, Not happening.
So… what then?
No solution. None in sight. And knowing that made the fear creep deeper, wrapping around me like vice.
-_-
It was finally my first day back at school. Crowds pressed around me, faces unfamiliar and curious, staring like I was some creature in a zoo. My arm, encased in a stark white cast, drew quiet the attention. A few pens were held out, signatures scribbled awkwardly, fake sympathy written across the cast incasing my broken arm. I smiled faintly, letting them think it mattered.
Then I saw them—the Cullens—clustered together as always. Pale. Still. Perfect. Dead to the world, in the most literal sense.
I stepped forward, eyes locking on the blonde at the edge.
"Rosalie," I murmured, testing the name. My voice felt small in the hallway buzz.
She didn't move, didn't blink. Ice sculpted to perfection.
"Your father… Dr. Cullen… told me you were the reason I'm still alive," I added, words catching in my throat.
Still nothing. No acknowledgment. Just that flawless, cold stillness.
I swallowed. "Thank you. I owe you my life."
A single nod, nothing more.
From the corner of my eye, movement—Alice. She leaned slightly forward, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. "I'm glad you're okay," she said softly. Her eyes shone with genuine warmth. "Can I sign?"
"Sure," I said, bringing my arm closer.
Quickly, she fished a bright blue pen from her purse and crouched slightly over the cast. Get well soon — The Cullens, she wrote, her handwriting neat, precise, almost delicate.
"Thanks," I murmured. That was enough.
As I left a low voice followed, barely audible.
"At least one of the swans seems to have some sense," Edward muttered under his breath, glancing at Bella, who had been investigating him since the accident, questioning him about his starting location at the time of the accident.
-_-
Without anything major happening, a month had passed. My interactions with the Cullens remained minimal, as always. Bella and Edward's relationship only worsened, the tension between them thickening with every passing day. Bella kept pressing me about what I saw that day, but I chose silence. "I can't remember much, Bella. Sorry." That was the most comfort I could give my sister.
Jennifer had spent the last month in L.A. She called often, sending videos of Culver University campus, pointing out every coffee shop we'd hit when we finally went there in a year. Her excitement was contagious—but hard to fully share. The joy in her voice was shadowed by the reason she had gone in the first place: her cousin's disappearance. Nearly a year had passed with no news, and the police had nothing—no leads, no answers.
I suspected the most logical explanation in a world like ours: vampires. Probably snatched him up—or worse. Of course, I couldn't tell her that. So I settled for little lies, lies I barely believed. He'll probably turn up soon, I told her, though every instinct in me whispered otherwise.
While I was lost in my thoughts, a quick knock came at my door.
"Beau."
"Yeah? What's up?" I called, keeping my voice steady.
Bella peeked around the door, bright-eyed. "The gang's going to LaPush this weekend. Want to tag along?"
I thought about it. Swimming was out of the question with this cast, but the past month had been painfully slow. Might as well get out. "Sure, why not. I'll probably join you guys later—Jen's flying in this weekend."
"Oh, really? That's great! It's been a while since I've seen her," Bella said, her smile bright. Then her expression dimmed. "Did they manage to find her cousin?"
I shook my head. "No. Unfortunately."
Before I could say more, Dad appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. His eyes flicked between me and Bella.
"So… your girlfriend's coming?" he asked curious.
"Yeah," I said, shrugging. "She's flying in this weekend."
Charlie nodded slowly. "Alright… just… don't overdo it. You're still healing, Beau. No stunts, no pushing yourself too hard… and no funny business."
"Got it, Dad," I said, trying for casual, even if the cast made every movement feel awkward.
-_-
Driving to the airport with a cast had been miserable. Every turn of the wheel made my arm ache, and every bump made the constant itch under it worsen. But none of that mattered the moment I saw her.
Jennifer was the same—dark hair falling in soft waves past her shoulders, framing a face that seemed carved just right. Her pale blue eyes met mine with a light that made the rest of the world fade. Her high cheekbones were faintly flushed from the cold adding cuteness to the usual hot without trying look she usual sported. Her skin had a healthy tan thanks to her time spent in the LA beaches.
She ran toward me, tossing her bag to the ground without a second thought, and I braced myself for her weight. I pulled her into my arms carefully, mindful of the cast, but unwilling to hold back.
"GOOOD! I missed you!" she breathed into my chest, her voice trembling with excitement, her excitement contagious seeped into me.
I pressed a few light kisses to the top of her head, inhaling the familiar scent of vanilla and lime. It was sharper than I remembered, and somehow more comforting. I didn't realize how much I had missed it, how much I had missed her.
"I missed you too," I said quietly, letting the words settle between us. My arm ached, but I barely noticed.
She was here.
Jennifer practically threw herself into the driver's seat like she owned the car.
"Nope. You're riding shotgun," she said, jabbing a finger at me. "Cast and all. No way you're driving."
I groaned, shoving the seatbelt over my chest. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Thanks for the vote of confidence."
She laughed, loud, obnoxious, and somehow impossible to argue with. The music was already blasting, some pop song I vaguely recognized, and she was singing along like she didn't care who heard. Which, apparently, included me.
"Sing with me!" she yelled over the music, turning slightly to look at me.
"I—uh, can't really…" I tried to protest, but she just rolled her eyes and cranked the volume higher.
"I said sing! Come on!"
So I did, in the worst, most off-key way possible, but she didn't care. She was laughing so hard she was practically bouncing in her seat. And then she started talking—nonstop, a mile a minute. Stories about LA, Phoenix, stupid little things from her flight, jokes, random observations—everything except the heavy stuff.
"I can't believe they made us sit in that tiny plane," she said. "It was like sardines, Beau! Sardines! I was this close to kicking the guy next to me for hogging the armrest."
I nodded along, my arm throbbing, my ribs aching, but it didn't matter. I felt alive for the first time in the past month.
When she finally slowed into the driveway, she turned to me, eyes shining, messy hair falling into her face. "See? Not so bad, right? Way better than driving yourself."
"Yeah right, almost threw myself out of the car when you started singing," I mocked.
"Fuck you," she exclaimed in mock fury.
Just as she cursed me, my dad, seeing the parked car, came out of the house to greet her. Her face immediately went beet red from embarrassment at being caught.
"Hi, Mr. Swan," she tried, her bright red face betraying the effort.
"No need for such formalities, Jen. You can call me Charlie."
My dad shook her hand and walked to the back of the car to grab her luggage. With my cast, climbing the stairs would prove to be quite difficult.
"Come on in," he exclaimed as we followed.
Jen's embarrassment slowly began to fade, and she whispered, "I'll fucking kill you for this."
I laughed at the threat, signaling for her to come closer, like I had some secret to tell her.
Bringing her head near, I simply stuck out my tongue and licked her ear.
She immediately shouted in disgust, making both me and my dad laugh.
Finally up the stairs, Dad showed Jen to Bella's room. He had placed an inflatable bed next to Bella's. Unlike my mom, Renee, Charlie was old-school. Even if he suspected Jen and I were already past the 'discovering each other' stage, he wouldn't allow any funny business under his watch—thus why the separate rooms.
"Alright, I'll leave you to unpack," my dad grunted after dropping Jen's bags in Bella's room. "If you need anything, you can ask me—or Beau."
"Thanks, Charlie," she replied.
Left alone with Jen, she whispered, "Separate rooms… guess I should've expected as much."
"What, you were expecting some action?" I teased, smirking.
She rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean. It's been… what, two months since last time? Can a girl not have needs?"
"Hahaha, we'll figure it out. Don't worry," I replied, my good arm snaking around her in a half-hug.
"Where's Bella anyway? I thought she'd be in her room," Jen asked.
"Oh yeah, forgot to tell you—we're going to LaPush with some friends. Surfing, campfire, marshmallows. Bella's already there. If you're too tired from the flight, we can hang inside instead."
"Nah, you kidding? Missing a day at the beach, surfing, and marshmallows? Count me in. Just give me time to change, and we can go right now."
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"Is it always this grey and depressing?" Jen asked on our drive to LaPush.
I snorted. "Shut up before you make it rain again. It just stopped, you know."
"Hahaha, lucky me then."
"So how's your arm?" She asked.
"Getting used to the cast." I replied.
Parking the car next to Angela's, the one the group had used to get here.
"Show me" she ordered more than asked, her eyes serious while staring at my right side.
With a wince I pulled my shirt up, the large bruise on my ribs was faint now. Not the large monstrosity it was at the start.
Releasing a sigh of relief, Jen deflated in her seat. "It's not that bad." she muttered. "How much longer for the cast?"
"Two weeks to a month, the doctor says it's recovering pretty well, shouldn't leave a scar."
"That's good" she swallowed.
The friend group finally seemed to have noticed Bella truck and started waving in our direction.
With a nod from my head in their direction, "They're waving at us." I said.
"Let's go then." She exclaimed her bright mood back.
Joining the group, we found them around an unlit fire pit. Bella was seated with Jacob, still with that chubby, baby-ish face. No sign of the change yet — no sudden growth spurt, no turning into a 6'7 giant overnight.
Angela sat next to Ben, talking expressively, while the rest — Jessica, Mike, and Tyler — were currently surfing. If you could even call it that. They had cold-resistant wetsuits on to fight off the icy bite of the LaPush beach water.
Two Quileute guys — probably friends of Jacob's — were collecting dry wood for the fire pit. Guess they'd be hanging with the group for a while.
As Jen and I approached, the group clearly noticed the new face.
Tyler, Mike, and Jessica were already making their way out of the water, while Bella stopped whatever conversation she was having with Jacob and ran toward Jen, pulling her into a tight hug, both of them letting out excited, girly screams.
Without needing me to introduce her, Bella turned and did it herself.
"Everyone, this is Jen. Jen, this is Jacob, Angela, Ben, Embry, Seth."
And just as Tyler, Mike, and Jessica got close enough, she added, "And those three over there are Mike, Tyler, and Jessica."
"Pfwee! Who's the hot stuff?" Tyler whistled as soon as he got close enough to clearly see Jen's features.
Which was understandable. If Bella — who was slightly above average in looks — was the current best-looking girl in Forks (excluding the supernatural, of course), then Jen was the type of girl people around here were used to only seeing on TV.
"Hey, careful now. She's all mine," I half-joked, sliding my arm around Jen.
Jessica's gaze wasn't hiding much — the jealousy was obvious. Mike, on the other hand, looked more like envy. I guess the two were clearly meant to be together. Woven from the same cloth and whatnot.
Jen didn't even hesitate when everyone turned to look at her. She just squinted up at the sky like she was personally offended by it.
"Okay, seriously is it always this depressing?" she said. "Because I just survived a three-hour flight for this?"
Ben laughed. "Hey, this is good beach weather."
"For penguins maybe," Jen shot back. "You guys surf in this? That water looks like shit."
A couple of them laughed. The weird first-meeting tension cracked pretty fast.
She shoved her hands into her jacket pockets, shoulders hunching a little against the wind. "Also when are we starting that fire? Because I'm like… ten minutes away from running back into the car and turning the heater."
"Working on it," Embry said, dropping wood near the pit.
"Bless, you" she said, then looked around the group.
"Anyone got a spare bathing suit? Because I did not pack for 'arctic ocean cosplay.'"
Angela raised a hand a little. "Oh yeah. You can use mine. I brought it just in case, but I don't think I'm gonna use it."
Jen eyes lit up instantly. "You are officially my favorite person here."
Then she glanced at me, already smirking.
"I gotta show him what real surfing looks like," she said, jerking her thumb toward me.
I snorted. "Oh yeah? You sure you wanna humiliate yourself in front of witnesses?"
She bumped my shoulder. "Relax, cast boy. Try not to cry when you see actual skill."
I rolled my eyes, but I was already smiling.
Bella decided to take a quick walk with Jacob while the rest of us watched Jen brave the waves.
And unlike the others… she was actually standing.
Guess her time in LA was well spent.
"Damn, you're actually doing it!" I shouted when she came out of a wave still on the board.
"What, you think I got this sexy tan from just standing around?" she shot back.
"LAPUSH, BABY!" Ben yelled, camera already in hand, snapping pictures like this was National Geographic.
Jen laughed, paddling back out, and somehow managed to splash me as she shook her head near the shore. I jumped back,, wiping salty water off my face.
"Hey Careful!" I yelled, reaching for her, but she just laughed and shook the water off her board.
Tyler and Mike tried to impress her with tricks in the shallow waves. Every attempt ended in a spectacular wipeout.
"Are you trying to surf or audition for a comedy show?" she shouted, laughing.
Jessica rolled her eyes from the fire pit while the rest of the group cracked up at their antics.
Eventually, Jen had had enough and dragged herself out of the water, shivering slightly, hair plastered to her face. "Alright, who's building the fire before I turn into a popsicle?"
I helped her onto the sand, and she nudged me toward the unlit fire pit. "Come on, cast boy. Be useful somewhere."
"Useful? I'm injured," I protested, but she shoved me anyway.
Embry and Seth were already stacking wood, and Ben was digging a shallow pit for it. Once the fire was going, the group of shivering swimmers slowly came closer, Bella and Jacob as well, mostly just for warmth.
Angela pulled out a bag of marshmallows. "Someone's gotta roast these," she said.
Jen snatched the stick I was about to hold above the fire and held both her and mine over the flames, "Sit put I'll take care of it," she said, grinning at me.
The group had split into small clusters. Tyler and Mike were still shaking sand off themselves, while the Quileute kids were showing Angela and Jessica how to properly cook a marshmallow.
After getting completely dry, Jen asked me to take a walk with her.
She kept complaining about sand in awkward places and needed to change, so, like a good boyfriend, I followed, holding the towel.
We found a rock a couple of meters away, shielded from view. Using the towel as a makeshift curtain, I held it up with my mouth and my free hand while Jen laughed at how ridiculous the setup looked.
As she changed, she didn't mind giving me a full view. The slight tan on her arms, legs, and shoulders contrasted sharply with the pale skin beneath—those untouched strips and curves usually hidden under her swimsuit—and it made me ache with lust. But I had to stay patient. We were in public.
Jen, apparently, felt differently.
Sensing my gaze, a predatory smile curved her lips. She held my eyes for a long, deliberate second—then slowly ducked her head under the towel.
Her fingers found my zipper, easing it down with deliberate care. Then came the warm brush of her breath, followed by the slick, teasing heat of her mouth closing over me.
With my right hand stuck in a cast and my left hand occupied holding up the towel curtain—and my mouth full, biting down on the fabric—I was completely powerless. Dropping the towel would expose her. Talking would expose her. So I did the only thing I could: stayed quiet and prayed we wouldn't get caught.
When she finally pulled back and peeked up at me, her lips were flushed and glistening, eyes sparkling with mischief. A tiny, breathless laugh escaped her—soft, almost inaudible—before she pressed a finger to her own lips in a "shh" gesture. She zipped me up like nothing had happened, then dressed behind the towel with that satisfied grin stuck to her lips like glue.
Finally free of the towel in my mouth and my arm no longer occupied, I could actually speak.
"You're gonna be the death of me, you know that?" I said, half-laughing, still catching my breath.
Jen just grinned wider, wiping her lips with the back of her hand like it was no big deal.
"Come on, let's hurry—the others are probably already packing up and ready to leave."