Category: Twilight AU
Summary: Jacob whines and Quil tries to help him see the light.
Characters / Pairing: Quil, Jacob (implied Embry/Bella)
Prompt/inspiration: song Genie in a Bottle by Christina Aguilera
Complete. One shot.
Disclaimer: Derivative work. I make no money.
A/N: 2015 Tricky Raven Creative Writing Challenges: Prompt-Writing 101, Exercise C
101C flash fic 500
Part of the Brown Sugar universe.
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“Quil, nothing I do makes any difference!”
Quil unfolded himself from the front passenger seat of the Rabbit and shrugged. “I don’t know, Jake.” He rested his elbows on the roof. “Maybe she needs some more time or something.”
“Time?” Jacob gently pushed the driver door shut and then kicked the rattley old creeper across the garage. “I’ve loved her since I was a kid. Her dad would bring her over, and while our dads sat on the porch drinking beer, she would—”
“Yeah, yeah. Make mud forts or whatever.” Quil rolled his eyes toward the heavens, grabbed his soda from the floor board of the car, and then dropped onto the threadbare couch. He’d heard it a million times. Maybe two million.
Jacob threw his hands up in the air. “She could have played with my sisters if she wanted to, but she played with me!”
Quil dragged his hand down his face. “She couldn’t have played with them because they didn’t want the little kids hanging around, and that included you. It’s not like Bella had anyone else to play with while she was here.” He propped his foot on the hood of the car and crossed it with the other. “When she stopped coming around, did you ever hear from her?”
“No, and get your feet off my car.” Jake slapped the other boy’s legs away. “I never saw her again until she moved back. Then she met Cullen, and I still didn’t see her. He kept her—”
“I think it’s time to face the truth, man.” Quil scowled at Jacob and folded his arms over his chest. “The leech isn’t here. He’s not telling her what to do. She’s just not—”
“Embry.” Jacob slammed his fists down on the workbench, making wrenches and sockets dance. “I’ve done everything for her! I put her damn motorcycle together and taught her how to ride—took her to the hospital when she wrecked it. I helped her hide it!” He spun away from the cluttered work surface and glared. “I offered her eternal servitude, and what do I get? Nothing! Then Embry steals my girl!”
Quil jumped up from the couch. “She’s not your girl! She’s her own girl! Uh, woman … whatever!”
“I was there for her when nobody else was!”
Quil squared his shoulders and jabbed the soda bottle at Jacob’s nose. “That’s what a friend does, asswipe! You think you were making payments for something else? Putting in time so you could get a little sumpin’ later? Is that it?” Quil took another step, his chest forcing Jacob back. “You fed her shitty baloney sandwiches so she owes you?”
“What? No!” Jacob shouted. He’d never seen Quil’s eyes flash with such heat before.
Quil pinned him to the workbench with one finger. “If I remember right, she paid for all those motorcycle parts.”
“What the hell, Quil?”
“Since I imprinted on Claire, I look at girls a little differently now. You should, too!”
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