If you think it's possible then anything is possible
But I think you're impossible
I hope you prove me wrong
You only call me after you've had a few
You only want to hang out when you've got nothing to do
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
Oh, if you really want me you just gotta let me know
You only call me when there's no one around
You only wanna come up when you know I'm going down
Don't tell me you love me and act like you don't
Oh, if you really want me you just gotta let me know
-"Friends Don't Let Friends Dial Drunk"(Plain White T's)

A/N: Time to try my hand at writing a Jake/Bella drabble. gulp If people like it, then maybe I'll do this drabble like I'm doing with Careless, and make it a series of them?

Her hand reached for mine. It was such a natural action for us that I never thought twice about threading her tiny fingers with mine. The looks from the Pack, however, they always reminded me. She wasn't mine. She would never be.

It took me a minute to come out of my own little world and realize she was babbling about something.

Oh, Edward. Never mind.

I was tired of hearing about him, and I told her so often, but she was a girl in love. Not much I could do there. Even after she realized she loved me (and she had finally faced reality-I saw the light in her eyes when she did… and the sadness.) she still raved about the freak-of-nature as if he were God himself.

Not that I had any room to be talking, but at least I still ate real food. So I shifted into this big-assed wolf when I was pissed. That was nothing compared to drinking blood.

Blood. Yech.

The wind from the ocean ruffled my short hair and her dark curls, blowing strands in her face. A few stuck to her lips, causing her to stop rambling about the leech (thank God) for a few blessed seconds while she brushed them away.

I knew she was only here because he was away hunting. Otherwise, she'd be snuggling up to the statuary.

Seth and Paul walked by. It took a lot to keep from snarling at them. I knew they were here on Sam's orders, and I knew those orders also included the phrase "No snide comments," but that didn't stop Paul from glaring at me.

It also didn't stop Seth from giving me a look that gave a whole new depth to the words "Puppy-dog eyes."

I pulled my hand from Bella's and wrapped my arm around her shoulders for the benefit of seeing Paul twitch. Messing with his head had become a past-time, as of late. It was far too amusing for it not to be.

Seth's look of sadness deepened and I turned to Bella, and tried to start a conversation about something besides the bloodsucker. For a moment I wished we were in wolf-form. That way I could bitch at him without Bella knowing what they thought of her.

I gave him a look that said very plainly "I remember our conversation, now fuck off."

"Hey, Jake?" her voice saying my name sounded like cathedral bells and broke through my self-pitying thoughts. I really had to stop those.

"Yeah, Bells?" I tried my hardest to make my voice cheerful.

"Love you."

"I know. Love you, too."

She slipped her arm around my waist, and leaned her head against my side.

I did know. Hell, I knew a lot of things.

Seth kept telling me she was bad for me; almost as bad as Edward was for her. I was obsessed (to put it kindly), and I knew it.

I knew she was only here because he wasn't there.

I knew she loved me.

I knew-and, God help me, this was the one that hurt the most- that no matter how many times she told me she loved me, she would always run back to him. I was a convenience. As long as I stayed here, she would keep seeing me, and keep breaking my heart, because I would let her.

She didn't mean to be cruel, yet she was. Subconsciously she knew she needed that high and boost to her self-esteem that only I could give her.

She was using me, whether she knew it or not, but I knew it, and let her.

I would always let her. I was a freaking masochist, and there wasn't a damn thing anyone could do about it.

I closed my eyes. Tears were about to fall, and this was not the place.

Then, I lifted her into my arms, and amidst her squealing protests and shrieks, I tossed her into the surf, and laughed as I ran away, leaving her to yell angrily at my retreating back.

I would miss this too much if I left her as the pack consistently told me to do.

Masochist indeed.

A/N: Huh… A bit long for a drabble… Oh, well. Reviews are greatly appreciated. Oh, and Executive Decision: This will be a series. And I'm on a Plain White T's hitch, so the next few chapters will focus on some of the themes of their songs….