"Where have you been?" he asks in a calm manner. I motion towards the woods behind me. "What were you doing in the woods", he asks, raising his eyebrow. "Thinking", I say, wanting to get off the subject. "About what?" I glare at him, catching on to his game. "About you", I say sarcastically. "Oh, really? I'm flattered", he says in a flamboyant voice while fluttering his eyelashes. "You should be. I don't just think about any guy", I joke. "Well, it's a pleasure to be thought about", he says, opening my door for me. He puts his hands around my waist, causing a fire to erupt in my body. He picks me up easily, like I weigh nothing and slides me into the truck, pulling my seat belt and buckling me in, before shutting the door and climbing in on the other side. "So, why do you have such a big truck?" I ask, cocking my head in a questioning manner. "It's a custom truck. It's made to fit my frame cause I'm such a big guy", he explains. I wrinkle my nose looking at him. "Not like that", he chuckles. "Oh." I immediately feel my cheeks burning red. "So how big are you?" I ask. He smirks at me. "No not like that!" I yell at him. "Get your mind out of the gutter. I meant how tall are you?" "You're the one who brought it up. I'm 6"7." He’s still smirking as I look at him with wide eyes. "You’re that tall!" I screech, hearing him chuckle again. I turn in my seat to look at him better. "I can't believe that", I mutter under my breath. "I don't see what's not to believe. I'm
I narrow my eyes at her and say, “I'm ignoring that comment,” causing her to giggle.
“What did you say?” I mutter to him because of how loud he is being.
"First, you dress exactly like me," he motions to his clothes and thwn to mine. I roll me eyes. He continues, "Then you steal my seat. And, finally you want me so badly, you knee me in the balls and run off." He grins.
“I really like what you’ve done to your hair.” His figures run through my short still black hair and then down the side of my face. A smug smirk on his face the entire time.
I chuckle, and look back at Jacob, who answers with a small 'Yeah' and questioning look on his face.
He chuckled at my change in behavior. “Very well. It was many years ago but yes, I did grow up here. But don’t confuse that with being part of a family. It was purely nonphysical.”
He looks around doesn’t see anything squeezing him and shrugs confused. She just starts bawling and laughing so hard, "I guess we still have differences on how we say things".
"Damn, look at their jawlines man" I chuckle, pushing Jess's jaw up jokingly, Jess laughs and slaps my hand away like a diva, As soon as all 5 boys heads turn to look at us we both look down, trying to keep our cackles under wraps.
“Never mind,” I laughed “Why are you here? You look 16, unless you’re really tall.”
“Too old for you, that’s for sure!” He looked at me kind of oddly. Just proves my theory.
"No, you're my twin and you copied my face. Hey! look!" the taller boy said, pointing at us at the last part. Natasha and I were giggling at how funny those boys were.
I quietly rip his hands off me and flash him an annoyed look. “What do you think, idiot?” I whisper back through tight teeth.
“You crazy? Naw man, you got it going on. Didn‘t, think you‘d be so short, though. Like a mini-me!”
“Och, ye dinna mean ye wanted a toy model of a Harley? I guess I misunderstood yer hints!” I laughed.
“I said your hair looks longer.” I simply nod my head not having the heart to tell him that I’d actually cut it a couple weeks ago and I glance back out the window. Charlie’s response was met with a nod, which in turn led to more silence.