A/N: I am another of those people who are in love with Jacob Black. So before you read this fic, you'll have to pretend that a homicidal fanficion writer murdered Renesmee because the said writer had an awesome idea for a fic, and everyone else in the book forgot about her completely.

Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Twilight.

Dedicated to Jacob. Because he rules, and no-one can change that.

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CHAPTER ONE

One sunny day, a loser called Isaac Newton went for a walk to see his girlfriend. Since he was such a geek, this was his very first girlfriend, so he was considerably excited. In fact, he was so excited, that he had to sit down for a while to calm his frazzled nerves. All of a sudden, he got a very rude shock when an apple fell on to his wig-donning head. Instead of eating it, like a normal person, he opted to wonder why it fell downwards, instead of up. And consequentially, the bane of my existence was named.

Gravity. Gravity, with its random tugs at me, just to enjoy the sight of me falling flat on my face.

It's probably laughing its head off at me right now.

"It's extraordinary," I said, thoughtfully, "how the basic attributes of life manage to defeat me. I tried the 'sticks and stones may break my bones' theory, but that kind of optimism never works when sticks and stones break my bones on a daily basis."

My best friend, Jacob, snorted. "Mushrooms, I told you to lay off Emily Bronte." He carefully began bandaging my arm.

I pouted. It's not fair, the way he guesses which book I'm reading just by knowing my mood. "I don't depend on books that much." I protested. "Not enough to start talking like them, anyways." A sudden thought occurred to me. "Jacob, what did I sound like last week?"

He frowned as he tugged viciously at the knot he was tying. "You sounded like….you, actually."

Dammit! "I was re-reading my short story again." I admitted.

"Explains a lot." Concluded Jacob, grinning. "You only get mood swings when you're reading something worthwhile."

"And you're saying that my stories aren't?"

Challenge given. Challenge accepted.

"Of course I am. It's garbage straight out of the dump." Jacob's dark eyes sparkled.

The fight lasted for ten minutes. As a result, Jake and I lay next to each other, panting and laughing, and various items that had represented the furniture of my room lay haphazardly around us.

"Hey Mushrooms?" Jacob piped up after we were done laughing. "I don't like the way that the new guy who moved in stared at you."

"Oh, you mean Tom?" I reflected. "He's harmless, man. His parents are Ivy Leaguers, and his sis is your age. I didn't see them, but they sound alright."

Jacob exhaled noisily. "Not exactly what I meant-oh God, look at the time!"

We both sat up.

"Patrol?"I asked, casually, after Jacob had gotten up and stretched. He shot me a lopsided, apologetic grin.

"Yeah. Young Toby Donovan's first day." His face clouded. "Poor sucker's under a lot of pressure."

I nodded. Toby Donovan, who had won some music competition or the other, was the closest thing La Push had to a musical prodigy.

"He'd probably be psyched enough to get over that stuff." I comforted. "Being a part of the pack is cool enough to forget that."

The look of uncertainty passed. "You think so?"

I reflected on every wolf I knew. Quil, Embry, Sam, Seth, Paul, Jared, Coug. "Yeah. The only ones who didn't like the transformation were you and Leah."

He grinned. "Man, those were the days. Me all moody and secretive, and you, the pissed-off stalker."

I shuddered involuntarily. That had been one of the worst parts of my life, back when Jake had just joined the pack, and was forbidden to tell any outsiders. It had taken everything from death threats to shiny-eyed pleading to coax it out of him.

He saw the expression on my face. "Hey, hey." He draped a warm arm around my shoulders, and I automatically leaned towards him. "I'm here now."

I smiled softly. "Sure, sure."

Maybe that was enough for now.

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Being the best friend of an Alpha wolf ain't exactly a walk in the park. Jacob was perpetually out on patrols, around La Push and sometimes even beyond. He comes back totally exhausted and on some days, injured. He was the one who had to constantly watch out for every other wolf's back.

I sighed as I parked Jake's Rabbit in Sam and Emily's new garden. I tried not to think about it, but there was always a large part of me that missed Jacob by my side.

Emily, Kim, Rebecca, Leah and Claire were already in the kitchen. I was surprised to see Leah. She always went on patrols when pretty-boy Liam did.

"Don't ask." She said, as I raised my eyebrows.

All five girls present right now were imprinted upon by a member of the pack. In fact, Claire, a four-year old, was imprinted upon by one of my best buddies, Quil. I was the only one here who had absolutely no physical connection with any of the wolves whatsoever, not counting the time Embry had kissed me for a dare. Even that couldn't blossom in to something, due to the fact that Jake pried him off me and proceeded to beat the crap out of his friend. I've told Jake a million times to lay off the whole brotherly thing he has going on, but he only goes 'Sure, sure' to me in that patronizing way of his.

"Hey, Mushrooms" Kim greeted me over the rim of her cup of coffee. "Did you meet that annoying little boy who bullied Claire?"

I nodded absent-mindedly. "He looked freaked. Whatcha do to him?"

Claire looked up from her drawing. "Quil scared him." She announced proudly. "My QUIL!!!"

Rebecca grinned. Her grin was like her brother's- Jake's- grin, unexpected and brilliant. "Quil was pretty intimidating, even with Jacob yelling through the phone at him."

Emily glanced at me over a frying pan. "Speaking of which, how's Jake these days? I hardly see the boy."

"Still the same annoying, incredible wolf." I informed her.

"You okay?" Kim sounded worried. "You look kinda……depressed."

I pulled myself together. I had been thinking about the uncertain future, about what would happen to me if Jake imprinted upon some girl. I figured I would have to forget about him –shudder- and go on with my life. The prospect seemed too scary to contemplate.

I looked around at the girls and women around me. Emily, who was happily married to the love of her life. Rebecca, who was already engaged. Kim and Leah, who had steady relationships with devoted boyfriends. And Claire, who would have all that in time. All of them, certain of their men, and of happiness.

And me. Always the bride's maid, never the bride.

I grinned at their worried faces. "I'm peachy."

A/N: I introduced two new wolves, Coug and Liam. And Mushrooms is just a nickname. You'll find out why. Team Jacob!!!!!!! Pleeeeeease review!!!!!!

Hansi ;)