I DO NOT OWN.
THIS STILL ISN'T MY BOOK.
Chapter Nine: In Which They Run
it's five a.m. and if i run, i'm sure to pay for what i've done
but if i stay, i'm sure to wish i ran
- train, landslide
Unsurprisingly, Grandpa Charlie and Grandma Sue's wedding had gone off without a hitch.
It was a credit to Alice's scariness that she managed to wrangle twelve permanently teenage werewolves and the largest coven of vampires in the Northern hemisphere into perfect submission for the wedding of two humans. There weren't even any catcalls from the werewolves when Grandpa Charlie and Grandma Sue shared their very first kiss as husband and wife. I suspected that this had much more to do with Grandma Sue's scariness that Aunt Alice's, though.
Alice had a huge white tent constructed in the back yard, and a wooden dance floor laid down at the very front where the ceremony had taken place. The rest of the tent was filled with delicate little tables and chairs, and little white lanterns hanging from the ceiling every now and then, giving everything a warm glow. Grandpa Charlie's backyard was small, but so was the wedding, so it was a perfect fit.
Everything had gone perfectly. I had already greeted the happy couple, with a "Congratulations, Mr. Swan" out loud and a whispered, "I love you, Grandpa" in his ear and was now watching them have their first, awkward dance as husband and wife.
As the next song started, I saw Jacob (who had apparently nixed his bow in favor of a rubber band and his coat entirely, and was sure to incur Alice's wrath later) lead a very beautiful Leah out onto the dance floor. I stamped down the burst of jealousy that I had no right to feel. Jacob was just my friend and he had the right to dance with whoever he wanted - besides, I reminded myself, when my first attempt to reason with myself didn't work, they were the Best Man and Maid of Honor, they had to dance first after the wedding couple.
I started to calm down a little, but then I saw Embry lead Mom out onto the dance floor and knew I was next. Technically, it made more sense for Mom to dance with Seth and Embry and I to dance together, but Alice had pitched a fit and carried on about height difference and compatible auras and everyone just agreed very quickly to get to her stop.
Seth came up to me and bumped me on the arm. "We're next. You ready?"
I watched Jacob swirl, a little awkward, but gracefully with Leah and saw my Mom spin past with Embry, comfortable and laughing, and I was so not ready.
I looked up at Seth, who was tall by normal human standards, but not necessarily werewolf ones. "As ready as I'll ever be."
He offered me his arm, which would be considered huge to most people, but not me since I spent most of my time with Jacob, who was massive. I took it, and just as Alice gave her cue for us to enter, I whispered, "Please don't let me fall."
He chuckled, and gripped me tighter. "I won't."
I did my best to smile above my thumping heart as Seth pulled me closer, still keeping a respectable distance between us, and began to dance. I knew the steps, but I also knew that I was concentrating too hard and would soon forget them if I kept this up, so I needed a distraction.
"So, should I call you Uncle Seth now?" I teased quietly, looking around first to make sure no one was in hearing distance that shouldn't be.
He laughed out loud at that. A nice sound, but so different from Jacob's.
Was this how everything was going to be now - comparing everything with Jacob when I knew it could never measure up? We swirled past the werewolf in question then, and he shot us a strange look. Seth grinned at something over my shoulder.

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