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Vampires vs. Werewolves Roleplay (The one with twilight charries)
Jacob followed her up. "Do you guys keep any boxes anywhere?" He asked.
"Yeah." Susannah said. "In the basement."
"I'll go get a few then," Jacob said, leaving the room.
Susannah followed him, but stopped at the door of the basement.
"You ok?" Jacob asked looking at her over his shoulder.
"Yeah." Susannah said, taking a step down into the basement. "I'm. . .I'm fine. It's just. . .nothing, it's stupid." she said, but she stopped again on the second step.
"Nothing you could say would ever be stupid," Jacob said as if there was nothing in the world more obvious then that.
"It's just. . .I don't like the basement." Susannah said. "It's so dark. And every spring, when my mom decided we should start 'spring' cleaning, we'd always come down here together. I don't think I've ever been down there without her in my life."
"You don't have to come," Jacob said. "I can just run down and get the boxes."
"Ok, I'll stay up here." Susannah said, running up the stairs.
Jacob got a couple of boxes and was back up in just a minute.
"Thanks." Susannah said. "You know, for going down there."
Once she was in her room, Susannah took a good look around.
Jacob set the boxes down and sat on the floor next to the bed. "So what are we taking this trip?" He asked.
"Some clothes in one box, my computer and books in the other." Susannah said.
"Alright," Jacob said getting back up. "I'll pack your computer and stuff. You choose which clothes you'll put in the box for know.
"Ok." Susannah said. She took a box and started to put some clothes in it.
Jacob packed up the stuff taking extra care with the computer.
Once she was done, Susannah closed the box up.
Jacob closed up his box and took the both of them. "So lets go take this stuff to my place," he said. "But just so you know until I can turn my garage into a guest room you'll have to take the couch, unless you want to stay in my room."
"The couch is fine." Susannah said. "It's better than staying here alone."
"Well then let's get thins stuff over there," Jacob said. "We can pack more tomorrow."
{{srry on the phone w/ my dad}}Jacob took the boxes down to the car.
((its ok. I had to go to bed early))Susannah followed him.
Jacob put the boxes in the car then opened the passenger door for Susannah.
"Thank you." Susannah said as she got in the car.
"You're welcome," Jacob said. Then he got in and started driving.
Jacob pulled up infront of his house. "Come on we should go check with my dad before we bring in the boxes," he said.
"I'm sure it won't be a problem," Jacob said. "He adores you almost as much as I do."
"Really?" Susannah asked skeptically.
Susannah sighed. "Then let's go. It's now or never."
Jacob got out of the car and went in holding the door for Susannah.
"Thank you." Susannah said as she walked in.
"You're welcome," Jacob said as Billy rolled in. "Hello Susnnah," he said. "How are you?"
"Um. . .fine." Susannah said, her voice suddenly strained as the thought of 'how she was doing' almost sent her to tears again, something she was trying to avoid.
Jacob wrapped an arm around Susannah. "Dad you remember those shifters I told you about? The ones after Susannah?" He asked."Yes."
"Well I killed them both today but not before one of them killed her mother. And I thought that she could stay with us."
"Of course she can don't be ridicules. You don't even have to ask," Billy said then turned to Susannah. "I'm so sorry, and I'm affraid we can only offer you the couch."
"That's more than enough." Susannah said. "It's a lot better than staying at home. You know, without her."
"Of course," Billy said."And I'll convert the garage into a room for her," Jacob said.
"You don't have to do that." Susannah said."The couch is fine."
"I want to," Jacob said. "Now lets get your stuff from the car. You can use some drawers in my dresser until we can get you're stuff from your room into the garage."
"Alright." Susannah said. "And thanks so much, Mr. Black." she said to Billy.
Susannah went into the house via window, not wanting to use the door.