DISCLAIMER: Still not Smeyer.
He could feel Edward's cold hands pressing gently into his sides as he held his against the wall, both of their eyes closed in a momentary second of bliss before, leaning forward, he feels the bloodsucker press his cold lips
against his own too-hot flesh, and…
-Oh, God, that's sick! An angry female voice interrupts Jacob's subconscious.
A heavy blush would've taken over his face if he wasn't currently in his wolf form. Oh, shut up, Leah. You're only saying it's disgusting because you don't want to admit that you like it.
Leah rolls her eyes. Think whatever you like, Jacob. And she trots off.
Suddenly, Seth's thoughts invade his mind. While Leah way not mind that, Jacob, I definitely do. And…the other guys are rather freaked out by it, as well.
Jacob chuckles gently, sounding as if he's letting out a wolfy wheeze.
Edward blinks, his mind suddenly full of unasked for images. There were things going on in the dog's head, right now, that simply…weren't appropriate. However, and at this thought a smirk curls his lips, it doesn't mean he wasn't enjoying them. He was seeing that wolf's greatest fantasies about him and it was beginning to drive him crazy.
"Edward?" Jacob's voice suddenly breaks the tense silence, "is something wrong?"
He jumps slightly, his dark eyes moving over the tan-skinned boy slowly before settling on his face. "No, Jacob; nothing's wrong."
"Then, uh…may I ask as to why you've been staring at me for five minutes straight without blinking?"
"Because I'm in your thoughts, Jacob," he smirks.
The boy blushes brightly, mumbling about how he hadn't needed to be so blunt.
"Of course I did, dog; you wouldn't have understood my subtlety."
Jacob rolls his eyes at Edward and simply leans back in his chair, yawning softly. "So, uh…where's Bella?"
Bella had been spending the last twenty-four hours pouring her heart out into her diary. She hadn't even begun to realize what had been coming last night until she'd walked in on her now ex-boyfriend and her best friend kissing. It had sent a wave of shock through her body. And then, when they'd both proceeded to make fun of her, it made her feel even worse. They'd called her stupid and things like that for not having seen this coming. However, she didn't see how she could've. Edward acted like he was so in love with her!
And now…now he was gone forever. It was like someone had stabbed her in the chest with something and just…left it there. However, her emo-centered thoughts are suddenly interrupted by her father's thoughts.
"I told you he wasn't any good for you, Bells; but, did you listen to me? Of course not!"
Bella, however, doesn't understand a word he says because his voice is muffled by his annoyingly large moustache. "Dad, if you're gunna talk to me, shave that damn thing!" she jabs a finger in the direction of his mustache.
"But, Bella, the ladies dig mustaches!"
"Not this one," she folds her arms angrily over her chest, scowling at him.
"You're just jealous because my mustache wouldn't look this good on you."
Bella twitches slightly, realizing rather easily where she must've gotten her immense brain power from. And, instead of deigning to answer her father, she simply goes back to doing what she did best; moping about Edward.
A/N: Again I say feel free ot flame me. I don't care! In fact, your flames will bring me joy.