First name: Mabs/Mabsy/Zoe

Screenname: MaryAliceBrandon

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Title: Loving Werewolves.

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Mike's face was dripping with perspiration, and his body shook with incredible force. He hightailed to the door, holding his hand over his mouth and looking more feverish than I would have thought possible. Jacob, on the other hand, was much more entertained by the movie than Mike's sudden sickness. I tapped the back of his hand, resting comfortably on the sticky armrest of candy-coated movie theater seats, and asked if he wanted to come with me to go check on Mike.

"Jake? Mike got sick, I think he's blowing chunks, do you wanna come with me to check on him?"

"Yeah, the movie's not that good anyway," Jacob quickly tore his eyes from the screen, focusing on the dull gray of the cinema's walls as to hide his interest in the movie. I pulled him out of his chair and we snuck past what seemed like millions of legs before finally getting to the stairs to climb down from our row near the back of the theater.

We approached the bathrooms and heard heaving noises from the mens restroom. I groaned, almost feeling sick myself, and putting my head between my knees, when Jake saved me from having to check in on Mike.

"I'll go in, you look like someone kicked you in the groin." Jacob walked away, chuckling.

A few moments later both Mike and Jacob released themselves from the closet, Jake first, then Mike following, looking only slightly better than before.

"Do you guys mind missing the rest of the movie? I really need to get home," Mike broke the silence with a sickly voice.

"Sure, no prob," Jake agreed. "You can sit in the backseat so that you have more room to breathe, Bella will sit in front next to me, we can drop Mike off first." Jacob gave me an inconspicuous wink, and I smiled back.

I tumbled into the Rabbit, almost killing myself in the process. The car drive was long and extremely unpleasant, Mike was hyperventilating in the backseat, interrupted only by sudden gagging noises. We dropped Mike off at his peach-colored home, and Jacob and I went back to my house. On the way back, Jacob attempted to strike up a conversation, and he succeeded.

"Bella, do you love me?" Jacob asked, out of the blue.

"Of course, Jacob, why else would I hang out with you and your freakish overgrown friends so much?" I teased him, trying to lighten the mood.

"No, Bella, do you really love me? I mean, the way that I love you? You must have noticed, I've been dropping hints for weeks, even Quil and Embry picked up on them."

"I don't know, Jacob, I know that I love you, but I don't know if I'm in love with you. You have to give me time to think about it," I took his hand, hoping to show him that I was unaffected by the awkward situation at hand. "Jake, you're burning up, I practically burnt the skin off my fingertips!"

"What are you talking about, Bella? I feel fine," Jacob slipped right into defensive mode.

"Jake, you'd better get home and rest. Will you call me tomorrow?"

"Sure, bye, Bella." Jacob slipped back into his car and sped off into the dark, hidden by forests of trees surrounding him.

The next day, Jacob didn't call, but Billy did.

"Bella, it's Billy, Me and Jacob wanted to know if you would come down to La Push for dinner tonight,"

"Sure, Billy, I'll tell Charlie can come too," A natural response for me, considering Billy and Charlie were best friends, I wondered why Billy's reaction was so weird.

"No, just you. That's all, see you later, Bella," I heard the buzz of the dial tone, meaning Billy had hung up the phone.

Charlie called my name from downstairs, and I bounded down to meet him as he got home from work as Police Chief Swan.