Golden Hour: A Team Jacob Twilight FanFic

Maybe Running Away From All Your Problems Wasn't the Answer. Who Knew?

"Damn it, you shithead! Ugh!" Elizabeth shouted at the TV, vigorously smashing the buttons on her pink video game controller. She rolled onto her knees, leaning forward over the couch, totally focused on the screen.

It was pretty hilarious to watch Liz morph into a raging lunatic. The bubbly, sweet thing she usually was had left the room the second I agreed to play with her.

She was good. Really good. She beat my ass multiple times already, but this time I finally was getting a leg up on her.

"Yes! YES! Ohhhhhhhhh!" I smashed the buttons like a psycho until I finally destroyed her character. "Hell yeah!" I tossed the controller aside and threw my hands in the air.

"You fucking fuck!" Liz threw her controller down, stood up, and paced around the room. "I almost had it! Ugh!"

"Nah, you really didn't. What, you can't give me just one damn win?"

She hissed at me like a cat.

"Go dunk your head in some ice water, ya loser."

"Don't tell me how to live!"

She plopped down on the couch next to me, arms crossed, breathing heavily.

It was a nice end to a long day of working on broken cars all day. Business was booming since school was back in session. Parents' cars were breaking down left and right and they needed them fixed to take their brats to school. It's all good for me, though, cause I made a boatload of money in the past couple of days. Seriously, I'd never had so much cash in my life. My old man would be proud.

"Okay, I'm calm. But I still don't forgive you!" Liz whined.

"Well, what if I gave you this last donut?" I taunted, reaching over to the donut box on the end table beside me. I plucked out the remaining coffee crumb donut and waved it in the air, causing crumbs to fall onto the couch.

She peaked at me from the corner of her eye, arms still crossed, fighting a smile.

I tossed the donut to her, and she quickly uncrossed her arms to catch it, further solidifying her impressive hand-eye coordination.

She nibbled on it immediately. "Okay. Forgiven. For now."

"Seriously though, what the hell, Liz? That was the only time I heard you curse like that."

She giggled.

"I can't help it. I get heated!"

"No, you get homicidal."

"The game is to kill your opponent, is it not?!"

"True, true."

Liz and I were cool—thank god. I mean, aside from her going ballistic on me playing Mortal Kombat, we were becoming closer friends. Now that I laid everything out on the table, it felt easy. I even played wingman for her at the WAG last night, though she wasn't really interested in any of the guys.

It was also kinda cool to have someone to talk to. Whatever weird wall between us was gone, and there was no pressure on us to be anything more. We both knew that being anything more than friends would never work and honestly, the idea made me sick. Again, not that she was gross. Just that I couldn't be with anyone. Not for a while.

Great thing about it all was that I didn't feel weird using her shower anymore.

Swallowing the last bites of the donut, Liz flipped open her phone, and instantly, her energy shifted. Upon reading whatever was on the screen, her face dropped.

She stared at it for a while before I could tell she was fighting tears.

"You good?" I asked, but she didn't look at me.