The Look
By Casper
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AN: Written for twilightprompts livejournal, this is my take on Bella Swan and Jacob Black's relationship. Now, I actually have a few more of these, like my Alice/Jacob ones and some will be in a relationship while others are simply friendship stories.
Guess you could say this was set before Eclipse. Maybe around New Moon.
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Disclaimer: Twilight is owned by Stephenie Meyer.
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Rated: PG / T
His eyebrow perked up in question.
My mouth fell open. "No!"
He raised the other and my voice rattled with nervous laughter. "No, Jacob are you trying to get thrown in jail?"
Jacob shrugged, his body hunched over the handle bars of his bike.
I laughed again, this time with wry amusement at his macho calm demeanor while he proposed the idea again. "Aw come on Bells, I'm sure you would think it fun."
Shaking my head, my serious face falling back into place. "Racing around in Forks on the bikes that we both know will get me grounded is not a bright idea. Forget fun. Try suicide if I manage to survive and Charlie gets a hold of me."
He laughed. "Don't worry about that. I'll protect you."
I couldn't help but laugh at him. Something though told me he would. That or stand back and be a witness as I was sentenced my punishment.
"Jacob, no."
His eyes widened, alarming me out of surprise and batted his eyes. "Please?"
"Don't. Do that."
He lost the look. "What?"
"That look."
Jacob frowned. "Bella what look?"
I sighed, grabbing to pinch my nose between my forefinger and thumb. "The puppy dog eyes."
There was a throaty laugh as I found myself staring down a rolling wolf on the floor. Yeah, he laughed now. A smirk pulled at my lips as I thought about exactly what I could use the puppy dog eyes for.
"Jacob?" I made a small cry and immediately, his eyes sprang open to find my saddened.
"What? What I do? I didn't hurt you're feelings did I? Bells?" He straightened, pulling at my wrists to make me look at him.
He was startled when I made a noise and threw his arms around me. Little did he know I was laughing so hard, I had to bite my bottom lip.
Finally, for once, I managed the last laugh.