Chapter two of Lakota and Jacob's childhood…enjoy;) By the way…this is completely separated from the first chapter because this is, again, just a collection of one-shots :D Thank you for reading, and review?

**PipTheOrphan**

Puberty can just suck it

Lakota's point of view:

"Okay, it's time!" I yelled, holding out an empty beer bottle to Embry, Jake, and Quil, each of them giving me a weird look as I smiled.

"Time for…?" Embry asked curiously, putting his video game on pause as he turned to me, eyeing the bottle skeptically. Quil, on the other hand, seemed to have come up with his own ideas.

"Awwwww, yeah! We're getting drunk!" He cheered, making Jacob hit him on the back of the head. His angry 'it's empty, idiot' barely audible while Quil pouted and rubbed his head. I rolled my eyes. How stupid could they get? Isn't it bad enough that I have to practice my kissing skill with spin the bottle with them? But where else would I go? This, sadly, was my only option. I mean, 13 was way too old to go without kissing. In my opinion. And if I have to get kissed from my three best guy friends – so be it. I refuse to be the laughing stock of the party. Refuse!

"No," I sighed, waving the bottle, "we're going to play a game," Jacob stared at the bottle for a moment before his face cleared up to show complete horror. Like he found out that I brushed my dogs teeth with his tooth brush. But…that was silly talk. How would he find that out?

"No way. Noooooo way. No, no, no, no," Jacob objected, shaking his head frantically and holding his hands up, his palms facing towards me while Embry and Quil looked at him weirdly, "we are not playing spin the bottle with you," he finished. Making Embry out right gag as Quil sat up quickly, staring at me with a wide grin.

"Jake, man, speak for yourself. I'm game!" I smirked, satisfied as Jacob's horror stricken face turned into a glower towards Quil. Embry looked between the three of us, sighing loudly as he reluctantly started to talk.

"Why do you want to play spin the bottle…and with us?" He asked, quirking a brow. I cleared my throat, wringing my hands out. I wonder how mad they'll be when they find out they were my only and last choice. I mean, if my other friends weren't so young – A.K.A 10 years old – I would've chosen them. And considering the next best candidates were either girls or guys that were waaaay too old I had absolutely no choice but to use the three stooges. And picking any other random guy from school would've been a no, no without him making fun of me or for ratting me out by having to use practice in kissing. I stared at the three of them, shifting my gaze between Quil and his shortness, to Embry and his tallness, and then to Jacob, contemplating if I should tell them the truth. And, you know what? What the heck? Let's let em' have it.

"It's not like I had much to choose from," I shrugged, making Embry mumbled an 'ouch' under his breath as Quil snorted, Jacob smirking slightly.

"Why do you want to play spin the bottle, period?" Embry continued, looking rather excited now. I let out a groan, crossing my arms.

"Don't tell me you guys weren't invited to the Lahote's party?" The three of them exchanged glances, looking wary, "Oh. My. Gosh. You weren't invited!" I cheered hysterically, laughing as each of them glared at me, looking rather peeved off.

"Sorry," Jacob replied bitterly, "we don't seem to have the boobs," I smirked, snorting in amusement.

"I don't know, anymore cookies and Quil might be getting there soon."

"Hey! Not cool, Kota, not cool," laughing I gave him a pat on the head, pinching his cheeks slightly before he slapped my hand away. Fine; be that way.

"Ugh, buzz kills. Are you going to help me or not?" I asked, giving them my best puppy dog look.

Ultimate. Fail.

"No," Jacob grounded out.

"Urm…I'm gonna have to pass – mom wants me home," Embry said quietly, giving my shoulder a comforting squeeze as he walked past me and towards the front door. I hummed disappointingly, turning to my last option. Quil.

"You know, Koty," I raised an eyebrow at the name, "I would…but you're little comment about my nonexistent man boobs kind of turned me off. Sorry," I huffed in disbelief, crossing my eyes in the process before sluggishly moving towards my chair. Jacob watching me the whole time with a confused expression.

Sitting down in a heap I stared at the floor, glaring angrily. What was I supposed to do now? Miss the party? No…definitely not that. It was a miracle I was even invited! What kind of idiot would I be if I turned it down? But I'll look even more idiotic when I end up biting someone's lip off, or even worse…their tongue. Eck. I shuddered at the thought.

"What are you thinking about?" Jacob finally asked, the moment Quil excused himself to go to the bathroom to 'take a piss' as he so kindly put it.

"How I'm going to look like an idiot when people find out I can't kiss – and that my own three best friends turned me down!" I exasperated, sighing again in frustration. Did they think I wanted to kiss them? I simply had no other choice. It wasn't like I was ecstatic to give away my first kiss to the three idiots I called my best friends. It was just so wrong on so many levels. But, heck, I was desperate.

"Oh, come on…we didn't turn you down…" Jacob said slowly, looking hesitant. I shrugged.

"Might as well have," Jacob was silent, looking rather frustrated with himself as he looked between his handheld game and me. Obviously trying to figure out something. I just gave him a bored look, sticking my tongue out so I didn't have to say anything in his moment of silence.

"You really want to…you know?"

"Gosh, Jake, we aren't going to do it. Just a kiss," Jacob bit his bottom lip, looking over in the direction Quil disappeared off to before groaning loudly, giving himself a facepalm.

"This doesn't mean I like you," he hissed, I blinked at him, confused now.

"What-" and then his lips were on mine. I didn't know exactly how it felt to be kissed or if Jacob was even doing it right, but it wasn't bad. I mean…I could do without the- holy shnike. Is that his tongue?

Nasty.

I pulled away, making a face as Jacob blushed, clearing his throat.

"You did not just try to slip me the tongue," I muttered, shaking my head in disapproval. Jacob shrugged, his embarrassment going down almost instantly.

"I heard girls liked that."

"Not this one," I grumbled under my breath, making Jacob blush yet again. Looking away as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Sorry," he shrugged, "you seemed desperate." Oi, this boy was asking for a butt whooping. Deciding to let that little comment slip I flashed back to the kiss. It wasn't that bad. Actually, without the tongue it was actually pretty decent. For a first kiss, anyway.

"I- can we try again?" I asked, not able to look him in the eyes, "Without the…you know," I finally looked over at him, blushing myself at his wide eyes and gaped mouth.

"Wha- didn't you…? Why?"

"It doesn't mean I like you," I hissed as a reminder, repeating his words with a deadly look, "one kiss isn't going to make me a good kisser. I need practice. 'Sides, we already kissed once. Why not try again?" Jacob shrugged slowly, inching closer.

"Yeah. I guess."

"We just…no tongue," I narrowed my eyes, making Jacob nod eagerly, his hands shaking slightly as he brushed my short hair behind my shoulder only to have it swing back into place. Opting to leave that little action alone, he settled for slowly putting his hand on the back of my neck, pushing my face closer to his at much too slow pace. Squeezing my eyes shut tightly Jacob's lips connected with mine. This time it was slower. Better; in a way. Carefully I moved my lips against Jacob's as his hand gripped the back of my neck tighter. Not painful but…just tighter, I suppose.

"Hey guys, guess how far I can pee?" I yanked my head away from Jacob's as fast as I could, and him the same to me, just in time for Quil to come into the living room. Looking as oblivious as he did when he left. I coughed slightly, avoiding Jacob's gaze.

"Actually, Quil, I'm not really all that curious."