— closed starter;
@plurestellae
Most people around here were eager to leave Washington, and post-graduation presents often came in the form of new cars and dads’ old trucks. Not Seth though, not as long as he had his trusty motorbike; an upgrade from years of pushing pedals and skidding thin tread marks into the pavement of Forks and La Push as he delivered papers every morning in his youth. Though he’d relinquished the title when he’d started college last year, he was still fond of waking up before sunrise and taking advantage of having the full morning to spend with the pack before afternoon classes.
Just short of a trot away – he knew, he’d counted how long it took him to get to all his usual haunts especially while on these lazy joyrides to get his brain and muscles kick-started for the day ahead, was the Uley house. The morning dew had already been disturbed around the house and a hazy thought formed: who’s up at this ungodly hour like him? Curiosity got the better of him as the young man dared himself to check, parking the bike at the base of the porch. “Sam? Em?” The call was soft, the knock coupling it even softer in case either were still asleep.
