I own only Gabrielle and other characters not associated with Twilight. …Damn it. By the way, this is taking place in Eclipse, and Jacob's not gonna be all emo either.

Chapter Two

Breakfast is Served

I was finally able to have a dreamless slumber after I assured myself that Jake would be alright. I ended up waking up at around four-thirty in the morning though, but I didn't mind. I'm the morning person, despite the number of hours of sleep I acquire. Pressing the snooze button, I threw the covers off myself as I swung my legs over the bed. I went over to my closet after I made my bed, a habit I developed. Realizing that I didn't have school today, I waltzed over to my closet happily humming a tune of "Beautiful Saturdays", picking out the first pair of clothes I saw; a bright yellow tee-shirt with a black bleeding heart on it that hugged my hourglass figure, black loose fitting jeans, along with my undergarments.

After taking my morning shower, I walked downstairs to the kitchen. Since it's my official first day here, I decided on making breakfast for the boys. Dad and I used to make breakfast every Saturday morning whenever he wasn't at work, ranging from French toast to spaghetti and meatballs, but I doubt Jake and Billy would want Italian for breakfast. Strolling into the kitchen, I opened it's cabinets and refrigerator, greatly surprised by the amount of food stacked in them.

"Guess Jake wasn't lying about being able to eat three cows per course." I murmured fishing out the ingredients for pancakes, French toast, eggs, bacon, and hash brown. "Well then dear Jake, let's see just how much you can eat."

About an hour and a half passed by as I was currently cracking an egg and singing along with one of the best songs in this planet, "You Spin Me Round (Like a Record) by Dead or Alive. Before I started cooking, I needed vanilla extract for the French toast, which is the best part of a French toast in my book. Looking behind a Captain Crunch cereal box in the cupboards, I noticed something shiny tucked away in the top shelf. Curiosity getting the better of me, I pulled out the shiny object from it's corner which revealed to be an old radio. I was a bit confused why a radio would be hidden away in a cabinet especially when it's still in good shape. Blowing the collecting dust on it, I carefully flipped the switch on the top, the speakers making a soft buzzing noise stating that they're still good. Tuning into the best station, I finally found one of the eighties since they didn't have any alternative rock which what brings where I am now, singing and dancing to a popular song in England. Little did I know, two eyes stared at me from the kitchen door, a mixture of confusion and amusement clearly written on their faces.

"Nice dancing, Gabe." came Jake's snickering voice after the song ended, Billy trying to prevent himself from laughing, but failed horribly. My eyes were as huge as saucers as I faced them, my horror struck face adding to their now roaring laughter. How the hell was I supposed to know that I was that loud and that they were awake?! I'm talented, but I'm not psychic dammit! I ushered, no, threw them out of the kitchen, my face redder than a fox's ass. Mental note to self: never sing early in the morning. EVER. Especially when you're in a house with men.

They were still laughing when I came into the dining room with platters full of food, much to my annoyance. But I didn't mind, in fact, I was smiling. A very sickly sweet smile, the kind you see the people in those gay preschool cartoons when you know they're ready to rip their hearts out. This earned me a few concerned glances, the laughter replaced with confusion.

"Here's your plate Jake, and yours too, Uncle Billy." I said, my voice laced heavily with sugary sweetness. I sat down across from Jake, my plate already made. Jake gave me a strange look as I began eating my food slowly, but apparently shook it off as he piled his plate high with at least six pieces of each separate dish. He started eating like a piranha would on fresh meat, as I stood up with my empty plate. Walking into the kitchen, I placed my plate and fork into the sink as I grabbed a small bottle off the counter. Going over to the kitchen door, I rested my ear on it, restraining the giggles I so desperately wanted to have out.

"Maybe we shouldn't have laughed at her like that, Jacob." Billy said guiltily. Now I pressed even harder against the door, awaiting for Jake's answer.

"Yeah, maybe you're…oh shit." Was Jake's reply as two loud grumbling sounds emerged. "Oh, she didn't-GABRIELLE!!!" The next sounds were a wheelchair scraping and feet thudding loudly upstairs to the bathroom. Now it was my turn to laugh, and I laughed loudly and hysterically. Turning so my back was against the door, I slid down to a sitting position, tears streaming down my face. Pulling out the small bottle, I gazed at it thoughtfully.

"Laxatives, you truly are a girl's best friend." I giggled as I kissed it sweetly, still able to hear the many, many swears and death threats from Jake.

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And that's the end of chapter two, Breakfast is Served. Yes I know it's much shorter than the last one, SUE ME. I had a brief writer's block (and on the second chapter, too!), but after watching Monte Walsh, that's when the idea just blew up in my tiny mind. Sorry I didn't have it out as soon as I promised, but I'll try the best I can to update the next chapter for ya!

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