"Daydreamer" - drabble
I'm currently working on a set of drabbles/one-shots that go along with a soundtrack I'm putting together. They (both the writing and music) focus around Bella and Jacob, their relationship as is, or how I want their relationship to be. For feedback, I'm posting the title drabble called "Daydreamer", inspired by the song of the same name by Adele.
Title: Daydreamer
Fandom: Twilight
Author: Ashley
Characters: Bella, Jacob
Rating: G
Word Count: 535
Summary: Bella comes home and upon finding a welcome surprise, she decides to end some dreams.
Disclaimer: I am not Stephanie Meyer or Adele, so I don't either The Twilight Saga or Daydreamer. I just borrow them!
Click to viewYou can find him sitting on your doorstep / Waiting for a surprise / And he will feel like he's been there for hours / And you can tell that he'll be there for life
Daydreamer / With eyes that make you melt, he lends his coat for shelter / Plus he's there for you when he shouldn't be / But he stays the same, waits for you / Sees you through
- Daydreamer by Adele
I was on my way home from school. I felt something shake gently beneath my seat, then an unwelcoming lurch from the truck. I gently - yet forcefully - tapped on its dashboard, a calming technique most commonly used for animals; I used it on the truck quite often. A love tap, as I call it.
"Come on," I whispered to the car's imaginary spirit, coaxing it to continue on. "Just a little bit longer."
Every day coming home from school was a struggle, but it was always rewarded by finally making it home, without having to push any distance between the two locations. Thanks to a certain boy's mechanic skills, I never had to take my truck in to the overpriced Dowling's, or take it back to the familiar reservation that it once called home.
And today, as I neared my house and its porch came into view, I received yet another unpredicted gift.
He was sitting on the porch steps. I got an involuntary congregation of butterflies in my stomach. I gently swatted at the material of my shirt as if were to blame for the feeling.
He looked up as the customary cough and sputter of my truck announced my arrival. He smiled at me, that brilliant smile that seemed to break through the constant clouds that covered the small town of Forks. The color of his smile was so contrasting against his skin - bright white against a deep russet brown - but its difference was so welcome and natural in the process. I bit my lip nervously, wondering when his smile started having that effect on me. 'Had it always been this way?' I thought to myself.
I parked in to the unoccupied driveway and gingerly got out, careful of the snow that had started to liberally fall. I managed to walk over to him without tripping over my own two feet.
"Jake." It was a mixture of a greeting, with relief and comfort and it like home. He smiled again - or never dropped it in the first place, I didn't notice - and it reached his gorgeous eyes.
He was always here; always. Well, as much as Charlie would allow. But whenever I needed him, he was here in a flash - whether to lend an ear or a shoulder or a laugh. Maybe, just maybe, the butterflies were my notice, telling me to repay him for all the times he helped me.
As I reached my hand out to gently caress his warm cheek, I realized that maybe, just maybe, it was time to let him stop daydreaming.