I got a little bored – and I'm not exactly sure how to create chapter 2 in the sequel with Jacob and Lakota…so I decided to have a little bit of fun and have a little story of collected one-shots on Kota's and Jake's relationship as kiddies :D Hopefully it won't suck -_-

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**PipTheOrphan**

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue; you know I love you

Lakota's point of view(Kiddie Style;D):

"He loves me… he loves me not…he loves me… he loves me not…" I mumbled under my breath, ripping away each flower pedal as Rachel and Rebecca watched on the front porch steps, each of them smirking every time a flower pedal hit the ground. Jacob, however, wasn't paying much attention. Just circling around me on his bike without saying a word. Seeming at ease.

Turd.

"So, what guy are you thinking about?" Rachel teased, making Jacob glance over as well, curiosity evident on his face. I could only shrug. Was I supposed to be thinking of a guy? What guy did I want to think about? The only boys I've really come in contact with so far was Embry, Quil, and Jacob. And even then just thinking about kissing one of them was like eating my vegetables. Horrifying. Embry was too tall, and wasn't that sensitive; he was actually kinda mean when he wanted to be. Quil was too short and was always too…icky in his jokes. Jacob was the perfect height, yes, but he was…Jacob. And that's just; ew.

"I don't like any boys – they're gross," I shrugged, sighing as I picked off the last flower pedal, "he loves me not," I concluded, only slightly sad. Well…that was stupid. I've watched Rachel and Rebecca do this plenty of times. And each time – no matter what answer they ended up with – it was like they discovered something amazing. I didn't understand it one bit.

"You did it wrong," Rachel said, a little irritated as she plucked another sunflower from Sarah's garden, thrusting the flower back into my hand, "you have to think of a boy. Then it works," I glared over at her, wrinkling my nose before throwing the flower on the ground and stomping on it. There.

"I don't need a stupid flower to tell me if he 'loves me or not'," I crossed my arms, giving Rachel one of my brattiest looks before toeing at the crushed flower, digging the tip of my shoe into the center of it before scraping the sunflower against the gravel. Rachel huffed while Rebecca laughed, grabbing a daisy and gently putting it in my hand.

"Think of Jacob," she advised, making Jacob suddenly tip over on his bike, landing in the grass sideways, his eyes wide.

"What!" he objected, "No! I don't love Kota!" I smirked, raising an eyebrow at Jacob's protest.

"We'll see, Jakers. Maybe you do looooove me," I mocked, shaking my butt in the air as I gave him a cute little smile. He scowled, getting up from the ground.

"No. I don't," he grumbled, easily getting back onto his bike, but staying still as he glared me down. I sniffed once, giving him the evil eye.

"We'll see," I echoed, fingering the first flower pedal and ripping it off gently, "you love me," I nodded, making Jacob shake his head no.

"You love me not?" Jacob nodded.

"You love her?" Rebecca took over as I took off the third flower pedal. Automatically making Jacob narrow his eyes at his older sister. I could only grin.

"He loves me not," I pouted, taking off the worth one. Rachel laughed, joining in when I peeled off the next pedal.

"You love her!" The twins chorused in a sing song voice, making Jacob go completely white before clearing his throat, deciding on staying quiet as he glared.

"He loves me not."

"Love, love, love her!"

"He hates my guts," I went on quietly, staring intently at the flower. I wonder…

My face relaxed into a serious expression as I stared at the flower, ignoring Rachel and Rebecca's laughter in the background or Jacob's sluggish replies. Slowly peeling off the flower pedals as I whispered the pattern, suddenly making everything in the background go quiet.

"Loves me…" I whispered, "loves me not…" I stopped suddenly staring at the last two pedals in distaste while Becca and Rachel started to giggle uncontrollably. Jacob still didn't say anything.

"Loves me," I let out a deep sigh, plucking the last pedal off, "loves me not." The twins' giggles immediately got louder, making me hyper aware of Jacob's hand when it touched my back, his head coming next to mine over my shoulder as he stared at the flower too. A little frown on his face.

"Guess you were right," I shrugged, smirking, "you hate my guts," I nodded, making Jacob frown even harder. His glare not directed towards his sisters or me, but towards the flower in my hand.

"I don't hate your guts; you're my best friend."

"Nope," I popped the 'p', holding the flower closer to his face, "see? The flower says so. You hate my guts."

"Actually," Jacob huffed, pointing at a little stub of daisy left on the flower from when I hadn't completely ripped off a pedal, "you forgot one-" Jacob plucked off the stub, staring intently at the completely bare flower as he grinned, "now look; I don't hate you," I stared quietly at the flower, still frowning.

"That doesn't count; it was only half," Jacob smiled sadly, shrugging and walking back to his bike.

"Which means I only half hate your guts."