A biting wind swept through Forks high school's parking lot, causing most teenagers to rush to their cars after a swift goodbye to their friends. Some, however, remained un-phased by the cold.

There were the Cullens: Alice, Emmet, Rosalie, Jasper and Edward. They would not feel the cold as humans would, because they weren't human.

They were vampires.

They talked in hushed tones to themselves, except for Edward, who stood by Bella Swan. She tried to look casual as if the cold was nonexistent, yet couldn't help but shiver when a gust of wind would blow her hair to the side. He'd fix it and flash her a heart-warming smile, causing her to stay longer. One boy watched them as if looks truly could kill.

"Stupid vamp…I'd never make her stand in the cold like that. Better yet, I could keep her warm. She deserves better than that blood-sucking loser," he sneered, his temperature of 108.9°F boiling.

Why, you ask, is his temperature so high?

It's Jacob Black.

He's a werewolf, after all.

"If I could just get my hands on him," he growled, thinking of all the ways he could hurt the man without killing him. Suddenly, Edward sent him a direct glare that caused Jacob to walk away.

"Stupid…mind-reading," he mumbled, scuffing his shoes on the side-walk angrily. He had shoved his hands in his pocket and was thinking about taking out his iPod when a car slowed down until it halted to a stop beside him. The window was rolled down, revealing Carlisle Cullen, one of the best doctors in town.

"Dr. Cullen?" Jacob said the title with respect. Edward, he could understand hating, but his father hadn't done anything wrong. He was a great doctor who saved lives. He hadn't been rude or cruel to anyone…ever. He didn't see anything wrong with treating him like he was anyone else.

"Jacob, kindly get in the car," he requested.

"Why do you-"

"It's about Bella," Dr. Cullen explained. Jacob was in the car as soon as the words left his mouth. He dropped his deformed book bag to the floor of the vehicle and turned to look at the older man intently.

"What's wrong with her?" he demanded. He knew he was a bit brash, but if anything happened to Bella…

"Calm down. Nothing's wrong," he started driving again, "I just need to know some things about her family. Let's talk at the diner, shall we?"

"You paying?" The boy's question was met with a short chuckle.

"Of course."

"Fine, I'll come," he folded his arms across his chest, slumped in his seat and sat in silence.

He stayed that way until they were sitting in their booth at the diner as he ate his meal of two burgers, fries and a milkshake: just a light snack. The doctor watched him devour the first burger in seconds, not sure whether to be disgusted, amused, impressed or all three.

"So, why do you need to know about Bella, Dr. Cullen?" Jacob resumed talking after a quick slurp from the chocolate milkshake. Carlisle leaned forward, trying to confirm Jacob was the only one to hear him.

"She and Edward are considering becoming serious," he replied in a tone so quiet, it would be impossible for a regular person to hear; however, Jacob wasn't normal so he heard. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened.

"You mean…" he mouthed the word sex.

"No! I won't let that happen until after they're married."

"They're planning to get married?" Jacob stated, his stomach threatening to do gymnastics.

"We've had a few debates on whether we should…turn her."

Jacob's stomach was going for the gold.

"I need to make sure there's no one…untrustworthy in her family: a rogue vampire, a serial killer, a werewolf. Even if it's not a direct connection, I need to know everything. You're her childhood friend, so I assume you know enough to tell me what I need to know. Also, I'd like to just get a sense of the girl. Edward doesn't bring her home much," he continued.

The crowds cheered as his stomach stepped onto the winner's platform.

"Will this help Bella?" he decided to ask, instead of replying with a snarling "There's no chance in hell I'd help you decide whether to turn Bella into a blood-sucker like you and Sparkly Boy-Wonder!"

"Yes, it will help us protect her," the blonde told him. Jacob couldn't tell if it was a lie or not, so he had to assume the man was truthful.

"Fine, I'll tell you about her. Better take notes, though…I know my Bella," he slipped the possessive phrase in, wearing a slight frown. Carlisle grinned, his flawless teeth forming a smile beneath flawless lips.

Actually, Jacob couldn't help but notice how gorgeous the man was, regardless of gender. He was beautiful with his blond, model-like hair and his saint-seducing golden eyes. His facial structure, complexion, smile, his body…all of it: perfection.

"She's always had a kind of fetish for unreal stuff. It's a real closet kinda thing for her. She grew out of it eventually…or so she says. She's probably so in love with," he stopped himself from calling him a crude nickname, "Edward because of it."

"Really now?" Carlisle propped his chin in the palm of his hand, his elbow resting on the table. He continued to listen, obviously interested by the stories Jacob sometimes exaggerated. They were so absorbed in the conversation that they didn't notice time fly by until Jacob stretched his arms. He glanced at the clock above the bar and slammed his hands down on the table.

"Shit, it's late! I told Dad I'd be home by six!" he exclaimed, before guzzling down the last of his fourth milkshake. He stood up, hauling his bag with him.

"Sorry, Dr. Cullen, but-"

"Please, Jacob. After talking for so long, you don't need the formalities. Carlisle is fine," the man smiled the same heart-warming smile Edward had given Bella. It even made Jacob, of all people, stagger in time. For a moment, he forgot what he had wanted to say or where he needed to be. All he could think was how that smile made his heart jump a beat.

Surprise.

He kept telling himself it jumped out of surprise.

"Okay…Carlisle," he paused again but remembered the time, "I have to go. Dad's expecting me and it would not, and I mean not, be good if he caught me here with a…Cullen." Jacob worded it as best he could without actually saying vampire.

"I understand. You should hurry home then. Make sure to get there before it's too dark. Stay safe," he set the money on the table for their meal offhandedly, even though – courtesy of Jacob's ferocious appetite – it cost around fifty dollars.

"Yeah…you too." The werewolf rushed from the restaurant and jogged down the street – which equaled to a running human – as he reminded himself to complain to the diner's manager.

There was something in his food that had made him feel strange; it was a kind of bouncy feeling that seemed to make him feel lighter, happier.

It had to be something in his food.

It just had to be.

-ooo-

A/N: Don't yell at me if the dialogue doesn't completely fit! I skimmed through the first 7 chhapters of Twilight and decided it wasn't good. [My mind has been semi-changed for all you TwiFanatics. So don't send my any "You suck!" bs. I WILL report you. _] I watched the movie once [Buying it tomorrow.] so I'm going off those short moments. When I watch the movie again and read the book [Yes, I'm buying that too. =_=] I'll make any corrections/edits that need to be made.

And just fair warning, there will be some moments where it'll seem OOC, but it's not.

It's called being vulnerable. Raw emotion. The inability to contain one's feelings. [Yeah, it happens.]

Anyway, thanks for reading! =^_^= [P.S. Constructive, helpful comments/tips are welcome. So are compliments and praise. XD]