Just a Little Pixie Dust

Sarabelle (Chapter 18.)

When we’d gotten back I had went straight for bed, I needed rest. My body couldn’t keep up with me anymore really and I knew that Jacob would be fine on his own so I wasn’t all too worried really. I didn’t know how long I slept, but I just knew that when I got back up the burns were healed over a good bit but still there and the sun wasn’t so high in the sky any longer.

Groaning I got out of my bed and headed down stairs towards the living room, almost forgetting Jacob was there until I saw him crashed on the couch. Glancing at my clothes I sighed, I should’ve changed but I was already down there and I wasn’t naked right? He’d survive seeing me in underwear and a T-shirt if I had to see him in nothing but a towel.

Glancing into the living room I saw the TV on the news channel and frowned deeply. He’d been watching that and fallen asleep… He was going to kill himself with how much he immersed himself within’ his work half the time. Shaking my head I started looking for the remote before finding it and pulling it from his fingers slowly and shutting it  off.

Setting the remote down I started to move away but felt his hand wrap around my arm, turning to look at him I hiked up an eyebrow and blinked a few times. “Yeah?”

“You didn’t have to do that, I’m awake see?”

I frowned at him and walked over leaning down some. “Jacob, you were asleep… you need to rest.”

He sighed and nodded. “I know.”

“Then why are you sitting here!?” I smacked his arm, trying to resist the urge to smirk when he hissed from it. “Go to bed!”

Ignoring the topic he glanced at my shirt for a moment. “How’s your back?”

“Fine.” I started narrowing my eyes “Bed, Jacob.”

“Tink, I’m not a kid.” He frowned and stood up, staring at me. “Is it still burned?”

“Yes.” I snorted “It’ll be healed in a few hours ok?”

He shook his head and started towards the stairs before I went after him and grabbed his arm. 

“Listen, I’m sorry about everything that happened today, I am.” I started and shook my head.”I’m sorry we let them get loose, and I’m sorry your home is gone, but you can’t not take care of yourself due to that you got me?”

He furrowed his brows together beginning to speak but then stopped so I continued on.

“You’re going to kill yourself if you keep this up, you may be immortal but you’re still like a normal human.” I said and made fists out of both of my hands. “You can die just as easy as any other human and for f***s sake, I’m not going to sit here and let you do that to yourself, even if it makes me sound like a b***h or your m-“

My tirade was cut short by his lips being crushed against my own. He moved closer and slid an arm around my waist being careful about where he placed it, smiling against my lips for a moment before pulling back.

“I know.”

I blinked several times, swallowing slowly as he stepped back. “Let me go get pick some stuff up at the store then I’ll come back and rest okay?”

“Jacob…”

“Tink… I have pills I have to grab or I won’t really be resting for a while.” He said and grabbed the keys off the hook right next to the stairs and turned to go around me towards the door. I followed after him stopping at the door. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, I promise.”

“You better be…”  He smirked looking at me for a long moment, making me start to freak out. ”What?!”

“I swear, if I didn’t know any better I’d begin to think you’re not nearly as mean as you act.”

I narrowed my eyes ready to rebut with something snarky when he said that, but I was silenced by his lips on mine again though it was cut twice as short as the first time. I didn’t know what to do again and he used that as a reason to go out the door as fast as he could and get to the car. I cursed and sighed shutting the door.

He’d be back, it’d be perfectly fine. I didn’t have anything to worry about…So why did I have a feeling something bad was about to happen anyways? Squeezing my eyes shut I headed into the kitchen to retrieve my phone and call Wendy to let her know that I was okay. Plus with how I felt, I needed a distraction and she was the perfect one. As I reached for it though I heard a familiar ringtone blasting from it and saw ‘Isabelle Christianson’ across the caller ID, had to have been Izzy’s new number.