All Nighter

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Summary: Jacob is pulling an all nighter. But why?

Rated: T

"Bella," He growled.

She giggled. "Jacob."

"Stop playing games with me, this isn't funny."

Sitting cross legged on the bed, she quirked her head to the side. "What's funny?"

Glowering, her best friend plopped down in front of her. "You. Are. Not."

"You sure?"

"Bella!"

"My name." Bella hugged his pillow to her chest, burying her face into before giving him a big grin. She pointed to him. "Yoooouuurs is Jacob. Did you know that?"

He sighed. "How much?"

She winked. "For what?"

An eyebrow rose before he ran a large hand down his face, in turmoil. "How much did you drink Bella?"

Scrunching up her face, she seemed to be in deep thought for no more than a second before throwing up her hands. "I don't know. I wasn't keeping count, Jacob." An idea took as her eyes twinkled with excitement. "I know! Why don't we start over and this time I'll count."

Jake couldn't help but laugh. "Not gonna happen, Bells."

She gave a pouty lip before she swayed. He grabbed her shoulder before she pitched forward and brushed her hair from her face. "You need to sleep." She gave a weak nod and crawled up on his bed to lie down, arms still clutching the pillow.

When he watched her finally fall into a light sleep he plopped down in his desk chair.

While a drunk Bella seemed all fun and games, she was far more reckless. He still could see her almost drive the motorcycle he'd given her down the dirt patch of road in the woods with that Mike Newton kid cheering her on. Nearly pummeling the idiot, he had taken her off the bike with just one arm, pulling her up over his shoulder while handling the bike in the other. Sometimes it truly paid to be stronger. He didn't know what satisfied him more, Bella snuggling into his arms or the ashen look that fell over Mike's face as he backed away from the taller, obviously stronger man. Taking her back to his home so as not to let Charlie see her and ground her ass, Jake had been up trying to handle the giggly girl all night. He looked to the clock. Fifteen past three in the morning. He sagged. Finding that he was just as tired, he crawled beside Bella and closed his eyes, fishing for the captured pillow until he seized it and pulled it under his head just as Bella moaned in her sleep.

She turned and cuddled against him, a silly smile on her face. Yeah, sometimes it was good to be good.