He sighs, rubbing the grease off of his palms onto a no longer white rag. He uses his rag to wipe his forehead as well, going back to working on the old car.

His mother’s old car, which he had made it his summer project to fix it up. He wants to be driving the car she drove, and he had found it one day covered up in their garage.

After being told he was a werewolf, and getting all these new feelings and powers, Sam told him with his anger it was imperative for him to find an activity to put all of that anger into.

He started working out. And that wasn’t enough, so he decided the car and working out would be perfect. It took his mind off of things, and made him calmer.

What he hadn’t accounted for was your return to Forks. It had thrown a wrench in his plans. No, literally. He can’t focus when you’re here. Thankfully the two of you hadn’t run into each other, mostly due to him not really talking to Bella currently.

Another thing he hadn’t expected was how distracted it made him. He could turn the corner at the store and you’d be there, knowing he’d missed you. Hugging him. Distracting him from his pack and all.

So, he stayed away.

After a few weeks, you had gotten impatient. Why didn’t your childhood friend, and the man who sent you letters for the past 10 years not want to see you??

So, you gave up trying. Until a lovely Wednesday, your father drove the two of you over there. To his house. He glances up when his truck pulls into the driveway, outside the garage. He doesn’t give it a second thought, since your dad is always here with his, but then he sees you step out.