Author's Note: Hi all. Yes, I am still very sleep deprived. I managed to get three and a half hours of sleep this morning. Those of you who don't know what I'm talking about, I'll have you know that on Friday night, I didn't go to bed. I was up all night reading Twilight on . I finally fell asleep at 7:30am Saturday morning. I wrote a fanfiction and posted it (visit my profile).
Right now it's 2:05am, Sunday morning. I really should go to sleep, shouldn't I?
I sat on the floor of the tent, shivering. Edward had said that the newborns would be arriving late in the morning, but the clouds covered the sun, impairing our abilities to estimate the time.
Edward sat in one corner of the tent, arms crossed against his chest defensively.
Jacob, however, looked perfectly at ease with our current situation, sitting in the opposite corner.
The atmosphere was so thick with tension that I felt compelled to blurt out the first thing that came to mind.
"Jacob. What's the time?" I asked. I really didn't care what the time was; I just had to say something to escape the cold silence.
Jacob glanced down at his watch. "It's 9:45."
"Oh," I mumbled, and went back to staring at the tent floor.
In his corner, Edward began sniggering.
Jacob and I looked at him questioningly.
"What's so funny, bloodsucker?" Jacob spat.
Edward composed his face. "Oh nothing, nothing."
Edward stared down at his shoes, a ghost of a smile playing around his lips.
He glanced up.
"What's the time, Jacob?" Edward asked in a singsong voice.
"It's 9:47. Why?"
Edward ignored Jacob's question, and went back to staring down at his shoes.
Several moments later he looked up again.
"What's the time, werewolf?"
"9:50," Jacob grumbled.
Edward nodded. His face was stretched into a grin that made me think he was up to something.
Sure enough, a few minutes later he looked up at Jacob again.
"What's the time, Mr. Jacob?" He asked deviously.
"9:53"
Jacob was starting to get agitated. I wasn't the only one aware that Edward was trying to wind Jacob up.
The tent was silent for a while, and all we could hear was the sound of the wind outside.
Slowly, Edward grinned and looked up at Jacob. Edward giggled.
"What's the time, Mr. Wolf?"
Edward collapsed to the floor, screaming with laughter at his own little joke.
Outside the tent, Seth's coughing bark led me to believe that he was also chuckling at Edward's ridicule.
Jacob growled threateningly. I allowed myself a small smile, but quickly hid it when I caught a glimpse of Jacob's face.
"Shut it, leech," he snarled.
Edward cleared his throat as he sat up.
"Sorry," Edward mumbled.
We continued to sit in silence for what felt like ten years. I was burning to know how long we actually had been in there, but I was too scared to ask Jacob the time, in case he took offence.
I was tracing patterns in the canvas floor of the tent, when I saw Edward look up at Jacob out of the corner of my eye.
Before he opened his mouth, I knew what he was going to say.
"What's the time, Mr. Wolf?"
Author's Note: This idea cam from my friend Maxine. We were on MSN, and she's like What's the time, Mr. Jacob? And I was all Woah! Did you come up with that on your own, or is it from something? And she's all I just made it up!
…Genius…
Thankyou to all of those who reviewed on my story Thoughts. It was pretty funny, wasn't it?