Wake Up
Title: Wake Up
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: He says, “I think I’m giving up.” And she says, “God, God, don’t you dare.”
Author's Notes: Another one written for the September drabble challenge at theair_thesun: genderswap. This is 'the proper one' done later. I feel like, as a girl, Jacob would have a better idea of when and how to push Bella during her zombie phase in New Moon. Meaning, he wouldn't push his own feelings onto her as much. The rating is because the elephant in the room in this fic is potential suicide. Originally posted here.
Wake Up
He says, “I think I’m giving up.”
And she says, “God, God, don’t you dare.”
---
Some of the other girls might think it’s romantic that he’s so broken up over the ex who dumped him in the middle of the woods, but she doesn’t. It frightens her to death. She wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, cold sweat on her warm skin, and has to fight everything within her to not pick up the phone and dial his number (memorized when they were kids) to make sure he’s still breathing.
It makes her angry, how many people there are who don’t see it. From the haunted look in Charlie Swan’s eyes, though, she knows that at least he isn’t one of them. She can trace the dark circles and lines on his face back to every moment he’s spent each night, peeking through the crack in his son’s door, just in case.
Nobody should make anyone hurt like this. Love shouldn’t drive you into the ground; it should consume you and then make you fly.
It frustrates her so much, how he doesn’t seem to see this.
---
“Wake up,” she says, pulling the covers from his bed in the light of the early morning.
“I was going to,” he grumbles. “My alarm won’t go off yet for ten minutes. What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Your dad let me in. We’re going out.”
“What?” He sits up and rubs his eyes groggily. “I have school.”
“Not today. I’ve been given express permission from the Police Chief of Forks himself to cut class and take you the hell away from here.”
“I don’t - ”
“I will wrestle you out of this house if I have to,” she interrupts. “I don’t care if you’re a guy; you know I’m stronger than you. So whether you want to be seen in public in your pajamas is up to you, okay?”
“My dad has a gun,” he threatens, his voice just a shade less monotone.
She rolls up her sleeves. “Well, baby,” she says, flexing, “I’ve got these guns. Is there really any contest?”
The smile on his face is just a ghost of what used to surface there, but it still makes her heart leap, because it’s a start.
---
He says, “I just don’t get it. The point of anything, I mean.”
And she says, “The point is to live. So get that into your head, dummy.”
---
The day he laughs for the first time is the day Charlie tells her there haven’t been any nightmares for a week. Father and son - their eyes are looking brighter.
---
Because it’s time, she asks, “What made this girl so special, anyway?”
And he says after a pause, “She loved me.”
She thinks, I fell in love with you a little bit the moment I first met you, but doesn’t say it.
There are some things she’ll push; there are other things she’ll wait for.
For now, she’s just working on those smiles.
Fandom: Twilight
Pairing: Jacob/Bella
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Summary: He says, “I think I’m giving up.” And she says, “God, God, don’t you dare.”
Author's Notes: Another one written for the September drabble challenge at theair_thesun: genderswap. This is 'the proper one' done later. I feel like, as a girl, Jacob would have a better idea of when and how to push Bella during her zombie phase in New Moon. Meaning, he wouldn't push his own feelings onto her as much. The rating is because the elephant in the room in this fic is potential suicide. Originally posted here.
Wake Up
He says, “I think I’m giving up.”
And she says, “God, God, don’t you dare.”
---
Some of the other girls might think it’s romantic that he’s so broken up over the ex who dumped him in the middle of the woods, but she doesn’t. It frightens her to death. She wakes up in the middle of the night sometimes, cold sweat on her warm skin, and has to fight everything within her to not pick up the phone and dial his number (memorized when they were kids) to make sure he’s still breathing.
It makes her angry, how many people there are who don’t see it. From the haunted look in Charlie Swan’s eyes, though, she knows that at least he isn’t one of them. She can trace the dark circles and lines on his face back to every moment he’s spent each night, peeking through the crack in his son’s door, just in case.
Nobody should make anyone hurt like this. Love shouldn’t drive you into the ground; it should consume you and then make you fly.
It frustrates her so much, how he doesn’t seem to see this.
---
“Wake up,” she says, pulling the covers from his bed in the light of the early morning.
“I was going to,” he grumbles. “My alarm won’t go off yet for ten minutes. What are you doing here, anyway?”
“Your dad let me in. We’re going out.”
“What?” He sits up and rubs his eyes groggily. “I have school.”
“Not today. I’ve been given express permission from the Police Chief of Forks himself to cut class and take you the hell away from here.”
“I don’t - ”
“I will wrestle you out of this house if I have to,” she interrupts. “I don’t care if you’re a guy; you know I’m stronger than you. So whether you want to be seen in public in your pajamas is up to you, okay?”
“My dad has a gun,” he threatens, his voice just a shade less monotone.
She rolls up her sleeves. “Well, baby,” she says, flexing, “I’ve got these guns. Is there really any contest?”
The smile on his face is just a ghost of what used to surface there, but it still makes her heart leap, because it’s a start.
---
He says, “I just don’t get it. The point of anything, I mean.”
And she says, “The point is to live. So get that into your head, dummy.”
---
The day he laughs for the first time is the day Charlie tells her there haven’t been any nightmares for a week. Father and son - their eyes are looking brighter.
---
Because it’s time, she asks, “What made this girl so special, anyway?”
And he says after a pause, “She loved me.”
She thinks, I fell in love with you a little bit the moment I first met you, but doesn’t say it.
There are some things she’ll push; there are other things she’ll wait for.
For now, she’s just working on those smiles.