Jacob Black

a black and white photo of a young man 's face looking at the camera . ALT: a black and white photo of a young man 's face looking at the camera .

#OldCharacter
#NewStory

Kayden Caine (he/him)
Student
Model (Part-Time)
Works at "Cozy Reads" Book shop
Bisexual (no lean) #SS
Friendly Writer
Seeking Banter/SLs
Lit/Descriptive
(Varies)
#(n)sfw
#TW/#CW may apply
#bluwskyrp
#MDNI
#OC #Fandomless
NOT #DTF
DM OPEN To Plot
💜&🔁 Please?

- Push Cemetery.

- of you kid.’ She cupped my cheeks and looked sad for a moment. ‘Wanna go tell your Momma the good news?’ She asked making it clear why she looked a little heartbroken. I just nodded. ‘Good boy… okay. C’mon then.’ She smiled and we exited the diner.

This time she drove. All the way to the La -

- deepened her voice. ‘Why thank you, Jacob! That was so sweet of you to say.’ she added in her normal voice as as grabbed her purse from the back of the chair. I laughed harder and stood up with her.

She pulled me into a hug, so short she had to stand on her toes to kiss my cheek. ‘I’m so proud -

- to stop being the cool Mom.’ She narrowed her eyes but she was smiling too much to be serious.

I just laughed and shook my head, finally folding the score sheet and slipping it into my pocket. Resolving not to obsess over it. ‘Yes Auntie, you are the coolest Mom that ever mommed.’ Tiffany -

- hand and then squeezed it. ‘And never forget… What is Momma T’s one rule.’

I chuckled and smiled at her. “If we ever find ourselves in a situation where we shouldn’t drive, call you, day or night. No questions asked.”

‘Good… and remember that. Because if I find out otherwise I won’t hesitate -

- When he talked about getting beer for a party it wasn’t much different than doing it here. I didn’t say any of this to his Mom, for obvious reasons…

‘You should be proud of today Jacob. And now… you respect the privilege and don’t do anything to have that privilege taken away.’ She patted my -

- the Makah tribe. “I knew the tribe was a lot bigger but I didn’t realise it was so different there.” I had no idea that there was no alcohol on the Rez… at least not officially. I knew that Embry had been to parties there… but even if it was allowed… he would have been underage anyway. -

- the reservation or live off the tribal lands, there’s more integration. And then, of course, the fact that there is no alcohol on the reservation probably eases the issues that kids face when it comes to things like driving… jobs and so on.’ Tiffany explained.

I knew that she was referring to -

- Tribal ID?” I asked… because Embry’s features weren’t nearly as light and soft as his mom’s… even if they did share the same darkest brown eyes.

‘He does, but it’s different there. I won’t tell you that there are no troubles but there are a lot of Kwih-dich-chuh-ahtx who have bought land off of -

- to say 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. And it really wasn’t my place to bring up his father.

‘No, Embry’s blood quantum is higher than mine. But there was a reason why he took his test on summer vacation in Neah Bay.’ She explained. So apparently Momma T knew how to say it politely.

“But… he still has a -

- laid-back parent… even if she was also a bit overprotective at times.

“Embry didn’t have this problem, did he?” I asked her.

Tiffany sipped her coffee and sighed. ‘Things like this are different for Embry and me.’

“Because you're part white? But Embry isn’t…” I wasn’t sure of a polite way -

- driving test. And trust me… that one is way harder to pass.’ She smirked and ate another forkful of her pie.

I laughed. I remembered her taking Embry out driving when he was learning and it was probably the only time I had ever seen Tiffany be a bit of a tyrant. She had always been more of a -

- were alone again she continued. ‘That’s what your father will see… that someone that tried their best to find wrongdoings still couldn’t manage to fail you on that test. If you still don’t believe we can eat this pie, get back in the car and I will give you the Tiffany Call edition of the -

- status had anything to do with this.

“You don’t think that he was…” I started.

‘I do… he was trying to find as many faults as he could, Jacob.. and you STILL passed.’ She patted my hand as the waitress set down our pie. “Thank you, Cora.” I smiled at her.

Tiffany thanked her too and when we -

- knows you are a good driver. The only mark on that paper that matters is the word pass.’ Tiffany tried to make me feel better. But all I could think about was my conversation with Bella. But… Was the guy in the car in a bad mood? Sure… but he hadn’t said anything that would imply my tribal -

- again. I pointed out the places I was marked down… and sure, some might have been a small error on my part but some weren’t. Like my parking… it was perfect… speed and reactions… I couldn’t think of a single reason I lost marks there.

‘Jacob… I know that you are a good driver. Your father -

- sulking? How mature!

‘Okay… pie it is. Get in kid. You and I need to talk.’ She climbed into the passenger seat of her own car and I wasn’t left with much of a choice; I drove us to the diner.

While we waited for our pie, Tiffany nursed a coffee while I analysed the sheet of paper again and -

- home.

‘How about you let me buy you a slice of pie, to celebrate… and we can talk about it?’ Momma T leaned on the car. ‘Unless you want to go right home and tell your dad the good news?’

“I doubt my dad will even want me driving with scores like these,” I muttered, again… Damn… was I -

-
As we walked outside, Tiffany pushed my hand back when I tried to give back the keys to her car. ‘Why don’t you drive us home? You have a license… might as well use it.’

“Barely…” I muttered, but I nodded and agreed to drive. She had done me a huge favour, I could at the very least drive her -

- with my temporary license and the carbon copy of my test scores… which due to Tiffany’s quick hand I didn’t get to look at again until we were outside in her car. She scooped up the envelope and thanked them all in her most polite smile, thanking them like they had just done us a huge favour.
-

- file the paper and you’ll have your license in a week, okay?’

She took hold of the corner of the clipboard and pulled, encouraging me to let go. ‘We can talk about the rest later.’ She promises. I let go and she slipped it back to where I had taken it from. I filled out the application and left -

- the trainee to go grab the papers and left us at the desk again. I looked through my test results, eighty-four…. Wow! When he said I barely passed he meant it! I looked at the places I lost points… This wasn’t… I flipped to page two. “What the…”

A hand squeezed my knee again. ‘Jake… let’s just -

- explained.

‘Of course you don’t.’ He huffed and now Tiffany straightened and cleared her throat.

‘If you could just tell us where the find to application form we can take care of that, and you get can back to your tests.’ She smiled at him. ‘We would greatly appreciate it.’

He grunted at -

- asking what he meant.

‘You can apply for your license online. Then you will have to come in for your photo and your eye test.’ He said like he was reading from a script. “Oh… I was planning on applying in the office.” Now he looked up… annoyed. And said nothing. “I don’t have a computer…” I -

- Tiffany beamed and patted my knee. ‘See I told you you would!’

‘Yes… he just about scraped by, there are a few things he should really work on though. One more mistake would have been a fail.’ He grumbled. Tiffany and I bother tilted our heads at that but she squeezed my knee, stopping me from -

- car stood off to the side and the one that was next to me took a seat and looked like he was long overdue for a nap.

‘Well, Mr Black you have met the minimum standards for a driver's license.’ He said looking at the clipboard and not me. That sounded like a good thing… right?

‘He passed?’ -

- idea, the tester rushed inside.. and I followed assuming I was meant to. Tiffany caught up as we passed and came with us. We were told to sit at a desk where we were left for almost 20 minutes. I filled Momma T in on the weird vibes in the car before they came back. The guy from the back of the -

- was perfect…

The drive back to the DMV was about the same.

Momma T was outside, leaning against the building under the awning, she pushed off the wall when she spotted her car pulling in. As we approached the building she searched my face for any hint of how it went. I shrugged… I had no -