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THIS MORNING BELLA WANTED TO GO THE JUNK YARD AND YOU'RE NEVER GONNA FIGURE OUT WHAT WE PICKED UP. We picked up old motorcycles. Shocking that Bella wanted to do something like this in the first place but I supported her. We were now ending to Jacob's pace.
We pull up in her truck, a tarp covering something big in the back. Jacob comes out of the house. A huge grin
"Bella! Hey Delilah." Jacob greets us
We hop out, Jacob gives up both hugs. Bella's surprised by his affection, but doesn't mind.
"Bout time you came by." Jacob told Bella
"We bought you something." Bella stated
Bella pulls the tarp back, revealing two dilapidated, rusting motorcycles.
"Scrap metal. You shouldn't have." Jacob told us
I chuckled
"We rescued them from the dump. They'd cost more than they're worth to fix... unless one had a mechanic-type friend." I stated simply to Jacob shrugging my shoulders
"Me, being the mechanic-type friend? Since when are you guys into motorcycles?" Jacob asked us
"Recently."
"Never."
Me and Bella looked at each other.
"The parts alone will be pricey." Jacob told us
"I have college fund I can dig into." Bella stated
My eyes widen, Charlie's not gonna like that
"Charlie's gonna love that." Jacob said sarcastically
"Carlie won't know." Bella told us
I raised my eyebrows at her
"Wow. Lying to Dad. Blowing through college money. Repairing dangerous machines that I'm guessing you two want to ride?" Jacob questioned
"I really get it if you think this is stupid and reckless." Bella told him
Jacob glanced at me and then back at Bella
"Oh it's totally stupid and reckless. When do we start?" Jacob grins looking at me
I smirked
We pull the bikes off the truck, we laugh and joke; it's as though Jacob has brought Me and Bella back to life but someone's watching as the two of them wheel the bikes into the garage. Next to Sam stand two others, Jared, Paul. All three have cropped hair, sleeveless shirts, it's unsettling how they watching Me, Bella and Jacob; the ferocity in their eyes. The danger. Sam looking at Delilah.
"Let's go." Sam told them sternly not wanting to talk about what just happened
Motorcycle parts are spread out on blankets. Jacob movies among them excitedly, piecing them together. Me and Bella watch
