Possibilities // Jacob X Edward

8: Shooting the Moon

"Hey."

"Hey, son. How was patrol?" Billy swivelled around in his wheelchair as Jacob greeted him. He just started preparing dinner in the kitchen when Jacob came in from the living room instead of the front door.

Silly boy must have lost his clothes again and came in through the back door and into his bedroom. Billy shook his head fondly.

"Uh, pretty good. Nothing out there as of now. I'd say to keep shifts going, though. I don't think that Victoria is calling it quits just yet."

Billy nodded along. "Your hair needs a cut," he chuckled as he watched his son slump down in the dining chair.

"Uhm, actually, I was thinking of growing it out a bit. Like...shoulder length?" Jacob countered, scratching the base of his neck and fiddling with the ends of his hair.

"Oh, that's nice," Billy smiled, grabbing the mug of freshly-made coffee from the counter and passing it over to Jacob.

"Thanks. Uhm, Dad, there's something I wanna ask," Jacob said anxiously after taking a sip of his beverage.

"Shoot."

"Well, before I start... I... made a friend," he began, averting his gaze to the burnt umber liquid in his mug that suddenly seemed incredibly interesting.

Billy turned back to look at Jacob with an arched brow before going back to stirring the pot. "Go on."

Jacob took in a deep breath and held it in. "It's Edward Cullen," he breathed out on his exhale.

Billy almost knocked the boiling pot over when he heard that.

He quickly set the wooden spoon down but kept his eyes on the pot, "...The Edward Cullen?... Bella's Edward?"

"Well, it's not technically Bella's Edward anymore," Jacob mumbled to his coffee. "But yeah. That Edward." He sipped his coffee.

Billy swiftly turned his wheelchair around to face Jacob, "How the hell did that happen?!"

Jacob's shoulder sagged, "I don't know! He was really down, Dad. Like... suicidal," he fiddled with the handle of his mug. "I ran into him when I went out on a run, and I found him just... sitting on the floor, looking all pathetic and dead. As dead as he can look," he corrected. "He wasn't himself. I told him to get a hold of himself, and before I knew it... he just kinda became my friend," he shrugged unsurely. "Oh my God, I even forgave him! Me!" he exclaimed incredulously.

"I don't like this, Jake. Not one bit," Billy shook his head with vigour. "That boy is no good," he pointed at no one in particular in that fatherly way. "Nothing but trouble. I'd say stay away from him."

Jacob snorted. "Yeah, about that. So the question was: Can he come over?"

"What?!"

"Dad, come on. Please?" Jacob begged with sad puppy dog eyes. "He really needs a friend right now. Yeah, he's an asshole, but he really is trying to be a better person. He's being all nice and stuff," he grimaced.

"Jake-" Billy sighed.

"He's actually really nice and polite. Don't let the stew burn," Jacob reminded, causing Billy to quickly turn back around and stir the pot as he kept his eye on Jacob behind him.

"I swear." Jacob put his hands up in surrender, "Look, I think it would be better if he just came here so that if anything goes wrong, I can take care of it before anything bad happens," he tried to reason.

"Nothing will go wrong if he doesn't come here at all! Jake!" Billy waved the wooden spoon around almost hysterically, "There's a reason we have a treaty! Out of all the people you could befriend, it had to be a leech!" he complained with a disapproving shake of his head.

"Dad, please. I'll feel really bad if I have to tell him no," Jacob implored. "Just give him a chance. Anything fishy, and he's out."

Billy thought for a moment with brows furrowed, accentuating the wrinkles on his face, "...Does Bella know about this?"

Jacob scoffed, "Who cares? She hasn't spoken to me in weeks," he folded his arms on the table and rested his head over them.

"Jake, that's not fair on her," Billy scolded morosely before looking back to his stirring of the pot.

"How is any of this fair on me?" Jacob shot up in his seat, now waving his arms about defensively. "Can't I just have this?"

Billy turned to eye Jacob with a raised brow, "Well, you seem to be doing this more for Edward than yourself."

"'ll I'on' know?" Jacob mumbled with a shrug. "I just feel like he needs this right now. I wanna do the right thing," he frowned. "It's kinda my fault he's like this in the first place," he sipped his coffee.

Billy looked back to Jacob inquisitively, "How so?"

Jacob's eye's darted around the room, mug held up to cover half his face, "...When he was in Italy, I may or may not have told him Charlie was attending a funeral... Implying it was Bella's instead of Harry's."

"Jake!"

Billy whipped around to scowl at Jacob, wooden spoon forgotten in the pot.

"I know! I know!" Jacob cried out with shame and put his coffee to the side. "I messed up real bad!" he groaned, thunking his head down on the dining table. "It was a shitty thing to do. Bella knows, and that's why she's pissed at me. Please just let me do this one thing. Make up for it. Edward really wants to make amends with me... And I'm willing to as well."

Billy sighed in frustration. He sat there for a minute, rolling it around in his head... He supposed it was nice that the two could get along, even if it wasn't what he wanted exactly.

"...If I get one whiff of anything fishy going on-"

Jacob snapped up as if he himself had resurrected from the dead, "Thank you!" He leapt from his seat, almost knocking it over, to go to his Dad and envelope him in a tight hug. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou."

"Jake, I can't breathe," Billy wheezed out.

Jacob let him go with a sheepish grin, "Sorry." He whizzed around to grab his coffee from the table, "You're the best!" He speed-walked out of the kitchen and to his room.

Billy was left sitting there, staring at the empty kitchen with a look of doom.

"Don't let the stew burn!" Jacob called back as he left.

"Oop!"

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Tuesday, 4 April

Jacob, this is Edward.
(7:00pm)

You can come over on Friday.
Ill pick you up after school
(7:40pm)

Be there or be square loser
(7:41pm)

See you Friday.
(7:43pm)

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(A.N.

We absolutely stan the boys acting like actual teens whenever they get the chance. My favourite part of this whole story is when Billy says "Jake!" Billy is so precious. Protect him at all costs.

Thank you for reading! Please review.

Your comments help Billy with the stew and your votes shout "Jake!" :3 )