Golden Hour: A Team Jacob Twilight FanFic

You Need a Brain? You Need a Heart? Go Ahead. Take Mine. Take Everything I Have.

It'd been a strange week, to say the least.

I decided against phasing and chose to kick it in my human form. This obviously required more maintenance, but I managed to get enough food and some normally fit clothes so I didn't look like a total jackass. Most nights, I slept on White Rock Beach till the security done and kicked me out. I forgot that this place wasn't La Push and actually had rules. It was short-lived but worth it—the sound of the ocean washing up on the shore had me passing out like a baby.

The strangest part of the week, though, was that I'd taken Elizabeth up on her offer of working on some of the local's cars. Using the tools from her father's toolbox, I conveniently fixed their cars outside their homes. Some even came to Elizabeth's driveway, which was even easier.

This was how I could afford all the delicious seafood and the cheap but decently fitted t-shirts, shorts, and sneakers. I also got a backpack to keep everything in. Couldn't afford to splurge on a hotel, but it was more fun sleeping outside anyway, with the moon acting as my little nightlight.

Today, I woke up on a bench I barely fit on outside of Laura's Coffee Corner. Well, I didn't wake up on my own. The shop owner shook me—still nicer than the beach security guard with the baton—and told me I had to leave.

I sat up, yawning, my back audibly cracking from sleeping on the horrible metal thing. Pulling at the knots in my hair, I inspected the coffee shop, attempting to read the chalkboard menu inside. It smelled too good to pass up, plus I figured I'd repay them for hogging up their bench.

Next to the bench was a pay phone, the same one I ended up caving and calling Elizabeth on last week.

Rising to my feet, backpack slung over one shoulder, I hunched down in the booth. Fishing around in the back pocket of my shorts, I pulled out the purple Post-it note, slipped in some change, and dialed.

After only a few rings, she chirped on the other line as if she were waiting for my call.

"Morning!"

"Hey, g'morning. Got any new custies today?"

"Yes! At 2 P.M., he'll be coming to my driveway."

"Okay, cool, what time is it now?"

Elizabeth tittered. "You need a watch. Or to fix your phone already! It's 12. Are you still at the hotel?"

"Yeah," I lied.

"Okay, so I'll see you then?"

"Actually, I was thinking of hitting up this coffee spot. I'm starving. Wanna-"

"Yes! Which one? Is it Laura's?"

"How'd you know that?" I quickly looked around the sidewalk and street in every direction.

"It's my fave! I'll get ready now. I can walk there."

I exhaled. "Alright, see you soon. Bye."

Before stepping through the cafe's little glass doors, I caught my reflection. I wore a plain white T-shirt, dark green cargo shorts, and some knockoff Vans. Brushing the knots out of my hair didn't help since it still looked mostly ratty, but it was good enough. I looked presentable.

The woman behind the counter was the same one who woke my bum ass up, but I pretended not to notice and flashed her a smile as I ordered my food.

I pulled into a two-seat table in the far back corner of the place. The wooden chair was too small for me, and my knees ached as they pressed up against the bottom of the table. I didn't wait for Elizabeth, devouring my breakfast burritos in mere minutes. The coffee was fresh and hot as I dumped it down my gullet to wash everything down.