Changes~~ Jacob Black [1]

Chapter 2

The car ride was silent, except for my occasional squeal of happiness and well my nonstop singing along with the old songs that dad had decided we would listen.

When 'Fly me to the moon' by Frank Sinatra come on, I was ecstatic. "It's our song, daddy." I said in a high pitched voice.

"Can you please stay still in your seat and not make so much noise for two minutes!" Bella groaned. "But it's our song Bella. We used to dance to this." I pouted.

Just then the instrumental ended and dad started singing. "Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars." "Let me see what spring is like on a Jupiter and Mars." I continued. "In other words, hold my hand." He sang. "In other words, baby, kiss me."

And so on we went, until the song ended.  "I can't believe I am related to you two." Bella shook her head. "How can you even like this kind of music?" She asked us, like it was something unbelievable.

"Well, Bells, Frank Sinatra was one of the best singers of all times, not only of the time he lived." I informed her. "You will get used to this, because you are going to live in the same house as us and things like this are usual for us. Not that you would know, since you stopped coming when you were ten." I accused her.

"Now now, Cel, don't be mean to your sister. I'm sure she had better things to do and couldn't find the proper time to visit." Dad tried to reason.

"Yeah, because a ten year old is so busy. Don't try to find excuses for her. I am the only one who knows how much it hurt you when she stopped coming." I fumed.

"Well, it doesn't matter. What's in the past is in the past. I'm sure that now that she is here, we'll have a lot of time to catch up." He said hopefully, making me roll my eyes and turn back to the window, watching the trees fly by.

"Anyways, I found a good car for you two, really cheap," he announced after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. "What kind of car?" I was suspicious of the way he said 'good car for you' as opposed to just 'good car'.

"Well, it's a truck actually, a Chevy." Uhhhh, a Bella car... I can't believe that they buy clumsy, uncoordinated Bella a car. That's probably why it's a truck. Even though, that's a plus for me, since I'm turning sixteen in four months give or take.

"Where did you find it?" Bella said excitedly for the first time since we left. "Do you remember Billy Black down at La Push?" La Push is the tiny Indian reservation on the coast. And Billy is one of dad's best friends.

"No." She frowned. "You can't possibly not remember Billy. We used to spend hours down at the rez." "He used to go fishing with us during the summer," Charlie prompted. "Still doesn't ring a bell." She admitted.

"What about his kids, Rachel, Rebecca and Jacob?" I asked her confused. "Wait, the famous Jacob?" Bella asked me, making my eyes widen. "And what exactly is Jacob famous for?" Dad asked raising an eyebrow at me. "I don't know, maybe his stupidity." I shrugged, glaring at Bella and she just smirked; the nerve of this woman.

"And I'm supposed to believe that now, correct?" Dad smiled knowingly. "Exactly, if you want me to be the perfect child that I can be when I want to." I pointed out innocently. "Dealing with a little devil or a normal kid?" Dad considered the options. "Okay, it's a deal young lady." "Good daddy." I said patting his head, making us laugh.

"Well, my point is that Billy's in a wheelchair now," Charlie continued when we stopped laughing, "so he can't drive anymore and he offered to sell me his truck cheap."

"What? Billy is in a wheelchair? What happened? Why didn't you say anything when we talked on the phone?" I was worried. What could have possibly happened to put the strong man that used to run around after Jake and I, in a wheelchair?