I could hear his footsteps as he trudged up the stairs, just getting back from patrol. His feet dragged down the hallway, a sign of how tired he was. He didn't know I was here, laying on his bed. Waiting for him, because I needed reassurance, I wanted to be sure that he loved me. I wanted him to say it, just one more time.

I listen to the bathroom door creak open, my advanced hearing catches the thud of his shorts hitting the tile and the shower starting up. I sigh, resting my head against the pillows. When did I turn into this? When did I become the hopeless romantic, I've been acting like a fucking imprint. And when the hell did I start liking it?

Lately it's been the highlight of my day to see him. Go to class, go to work, get home from work, do the piles of homework given by my monstrous professors, clean the house, make dinner and finally, see Jacob. Which means be happy for a while.

Being with him, well for one, much better than Sam ever was and a hell of a lot better sex, might I add. He's not condescending and he cares about my opinion. Although Jake and I fight a lot, it's better than Sam's avoid conflict at all cost attitude.

Another thing about him is he just… understands. Like I understand him, we've both had to deal with heartbreak. Some days are bad, and we understand that the other just needs space. It doesn't need to be requested. Just an easy, go with the flow type of relationship.

The way it should be.

Bored with waiting, because he was taking his fine damn time in the shower, I shoved off his bed and made my way towards the bathroom.

I doubt he heard me, he was singing loudly, thinking himself as alone in his apartment. The words to a familiar song coursed through the tiny bathroom, his body swaying behind the teal curtain as he sang.

"Heeey, heeeey, heeeey!

Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains
I knew I wouldn't forget you and so I went and let
You blow my mind
Your sweet moving
The smell of you in every single dream I dream
I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided
Who's one of my kind

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. mister on the radio stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey soul sister I don't want to miss a single thing you do,
Tonight"

Tears formed in my eyes, I tried best I could to blink them away. It was beautiful, though his singing was nothing compared to the original artist, it warmed my heart. I silently pulled myself onto the counter, leaning my head against the mirror and slipped my eyes shut, enjoying the music.

"Heeey, Heeeeey heeeey!

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me
You gave my life direction
A game show love connection we cant deny
I'm so obsessed my heart is bound to beat right
Out my untrimmed chest
I believe in you like a virgin your Madonna
And Im always gonna want to blow your mind

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mr. mister on the radio stereo
The way you move ain't fair you know…"

I smiled moving my head from side to side like an idiot; this song was one of my favorites. I was so absorbed in the words that I hadn't noticed the shower had been turned off. And that Jacob Black, with a towel around his waist, knelt beside the counter I was resting on and finished the words…
"Hey soul sister I don't want to miss a single thing you do… Tonight"

I smiled at him, clapping dramatically as he pulled my face down to his level. But of course, being a love sick fool I lost balance and fell on top of him.

He just laughed, holding me close and whispered, "I love you too."

I don't know what you think of this, but I liked it.
And I KNOW that I didn't use the whole song. But really, it irritates me when someone just takes up a whole page with lyrics i already know.
So I shortened it. haha (:

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN Twilight. or the song: Hey, Soul Sister by Train.

So please, if you enjoyed it, review! PLEASE? Puh-leeeaze? plzzzzz? with a cherry on top? (: