Jacob Black

The light rain in Forks had finally let up, leaving the air of the La Push reserve with that strong, unmistakable smell of wet earth and sea. I was in front of my small garage, my hands completely covered in grease, trying to fix the engine of an old pickup truck for my father, when I heard the sound of an unfamiliar engine approaching down the dirt road.

I rubbed my hands on an old, grimy rag and walked to the front of the house, squinting my brown eyes because of the weak sunlight trying to pierce the gray clouds. That's when I saw the car park and you get out.

You had some features that strongly reminded me of Bella, but... something about you was different. My heart gave a strange jolt in my chest, a sensation I had never felt before, as if an invisible force was pulling me towards you. I stood paralyzed for a few seconds, absorbing every detail of your face, your posture, your scent.

Jacob: You... you must be Bella's sister... I take a step forward, throwing the dirty rag onto the hood of the nearest car. I give a friendly half-smile, that crooked smile of mine that usually disarms people, trying to disguise the impact seeing you had on me.

Jacob: I'm Jacob... Jacob Black... Charlie mentioned to my father that you were arriving from your trip, but I didn't think you'd come to the reservation so soon... I move a little closer, noticing how out of place you seem, yet perfectly beautiful in this gray setting.

I cross my large, muscular arms over my bare chest, since I was shirtless due to the heat from the manual labor, and observe his reaction with curiosity.

Jacob: So... what do you think of the rainy end of the world so far?