So, Charlie and Billy went into the kitchen to discuss the snowstorm some more, and chat. The boys and I stayed in the living, whooping as quietly as possible once the parents were out of earshot.

Quil, Embry and Jacob all high-fived, then stared at me, grinning far too big for normal.

"What?" I asked warily.

"You've obviously never had a sleepover at the Black's." said Embry.

"Yeah, late night talks, prank calls, mindless TV, belching contests—the whole sha-bang." Quil elaborated.

"Wait. Will there be pillow fights, and nail painting too?" Then I got whacked with three pillows.

The pillow war had begun. I had a makeshift fort behind the couch, stealing a few pillows for ammo, while the three boys had their fort across the room. We ruthlessly whipped pillows at one another, hoping for the other to surrender. No one did. I tried to distract them by saying I had to go to the bathroom, then planned on sneak attacking them. But just as I slid past them, about to attack, they smothered me with pillows while piling on top of me.

We heard steps coming to the living room, so we quickly scrambled off each other and had our pillows ready. When Billy and Charlie appeared, pillows were launched. They both smiled, but then Billy said it was time for bed. So Jacob was helping his dad get out of his wheelchair, and Charlie was helping me find the extra sleeping bags, blankets. And pillows, most of which were strewn about the living room.

Quil and Embry complained about sleeping on the floor again, but I still got the couch. The reason being I'm a girl. It was a sexist reason, but hey, I wasn't about to complain.

Just as Quil, Embry, and I were making our beds, Jacob came downstairs from helping Charlie and Billy. He smiled, because now was when the real fun started.

But before we got to business, there was the matter of bed clothing. Quil, Embry, and I weren't planning on staying, so we obviously didn't have anything with us of ours. For the boys it was easy: give them some shorts or sweatpants and they were good. Though Embry said he'd just sleep in his underwear, Jacob insisted on actual clothing because I was here.

The problem though was when it came to me. I was much smaller than Jacob, and his clothes would fit awkwardly. But he refused to let me sleep in my jeans. In digging through his closet, he found a pair of sweatpants and t-shirt that didn't fit him anymore. He left his room, so I could quickly change. The clothes smelled good; it made me feel warm and safe.

When I entered the living room, all the boys were in their "pajamas", sitting around on the floor. Jacob was sitting on the floor near the couch, so I joined him, while Quil sat leaning against the TV unit and Embry in the middle of the floor.

"Well, guys…we've never had a girl on one of our famous sleepovers. What should we start with?" Jacob started.

I personally had never understood what boys did on sleepovers—they seemed so girly—but Jacob had decided to do the belching contest first. He said if I could put up with that, then I would survive the rest of the night.

So we quietly went into the kitchen and each drank a whole can of soda, taking turns to see who could burp the loudest and/or longest. Quil's was long, but nowhere near as loud as Jacob's. But Embry's, though not as loud as Jacobs or as long as Quil's, won because it was the loudest long one. Though, I didn't want to enter in the first place they had me try. It was short and more like a hiccup than a burp, so Embry won.

"Third-time champion!" Embry boasted, thumping a hand on his chest.

Then, by my suggestion, we played truth or dare. Which was weird, and different for me, cause usually girls only pick truth. But with boys, they're all about the dares.

I got to ask first cause it was my idea, so I asked Quil and he picked truth. I asked if he had ever like a teacher of his. At that Embry and Jacob laughed, because apparently, they already knew the answer.

Sighing and rolling his eyes, Quil answered, "Her name was Miss Namlin."

"Tall, blonde, and superb curves." Embry said wincing at the beautiful memory of her.

"Quil always chased her around, trying to help—such a sad story. Sorry dude, but she was a teacher. It's just weird."

"Hey, at least she wasn't married!"

Then Quil asked Embry and he picked dare. He was dared to drink a disgusting concoction that Jacob had made. He didn't know what was in it, but I over-saw the blending of it. It had peanuts, vinegar, hot sauce, milk, strawberries, and onions in it, all mixed in the blender together; it smelled gross beyond belief.

He winced at it, but drank the whole shot glass Jacob had given him. I was amazed until, ten minutes later, he threw up.

Then Embry asked me truth or dare. I hesitated. They went all out on the dares, but would they soften it because I'm a girl? I hoped so. But if I picked truth, I didn't know what they would ask—completely unprepared. Cautiously, I picked dare, at least having an idea of what to expect.

Embry smiled at my bravery, and leaned back, deciding what to do. It looked as if several thoughts had crossed his mind, but finally he decided on one.

He quickly glanced around, then told me. "Kiss Jacob."

I felt my jaw drop, then pull back up to bite on my lip. I hesitantly looked at Jacob. He was looking at Embry, as if they were having a mental conversation, then he smiled a little and started down at me. He didn't say anything.

To me, that implied a lot. He probably wanted to say not to worry about it, because he wanted me to feel comfortable. But he didn't say that, and that only implied he wanted me to.

I didn't know what happened when you didn't do the dares here, and I didn't want to find out. Plus I figured, how much could this hurt? And I kissed him, on impulse.

He was so warm, and inviting. His hand quickly wrapped around my waist, trapping me there with him. His smell engulfed me and oddly, didn't make me feel trapped, but warmly wrapped and safe. When he deepened the kiss, someone coughed, obviously signaling to stop. Jacob glared quickly at the boys, but sighed and pulled back.

Embry and Quil glanced at each other briefly. "Okay. Night festivities are over." And went to climb in their beds. I was confused but followed suit. Jacob just chuckled under his breath and went to his room.

Everything was quiet, and just as I was about to fall asleep I heard a door open, then a whisper. "She asleep?"

Silence.

"Yeah."

"Okay, come in." And I heard scampering to Jacob's room.

Curiosity got the best of me. I quietly slipped off the couch, and tiptoed over to press my ear against the crack at the bottom of the door.

"I knew it," said Embry's voice.

"Sh, guys, keep your voice down. We don't want to wake her." Whispered Jacob.

I giggled. Apparently too loud, because I heard a shushing, followed by silence. Assuming it was just the wind, they went back to talking.

"Why didn't you tell us, Jake?" Quil whispered.

"I figured you guys would figure it out eventually."

"Yeah, before or after you kissed her?" Embry asked sarcastically.

"Look, I didn't even know until you said it. When you dared her…I realized how much…I wanted to."

"Well, she is fine, and—" Embry said. I heard a smack, followed by a mumbled "ow".

"Don't talk about her like that." Then there was silence, and he whispered, "She's beautiful."

"So, what are you gunna do?" Quil asked after a while.

"She might not feel the same way." Embry said quickly.

There was more silence.

"See what happens I guess." Jacob said. Followed again, by more silence. Then footsteps, signaling they were leaving. So I scrambled back to the couch, and had just slipped under the covers when the door opened and Quil and Embry exited.

I waited until I heard the slow pattern of breathing, ensuring that they were asleep. Then I quietly got out of my bed on the couch, and headed towards Jacob's room. I opened the door a crack, and saw him in his bed. I slipped into his room, shutting the door behind me quietly.

He looked so peaceful asleep, so serene and innocent. I tiptoed over to his bed and shook his arm a little and whispered, "Jake."

He moaned and opened his eyes. "Bella?"

"I couldn't sleep," I said quickly.

He rubbed his face then sat up. And stared at me, saying nothing.

"Can I sleep with you?" I whispered, looking at the ground, then meeting his eyes.

He was smirking a little. "Sure." He said, and pulled the bed covers aside. I slid in next to him, and instantly felt warmer. He draped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I didn't know of he was doing this cause he apparently liked me that way, or if he was trying to console me.

Just as I was beginning to fall asleep Jacob asked, "Bella?"

"Yeah?" I whispered.

"I…do you think," he hesitated a little, "Do you think I could kiss you again?"

"If I remember right, I kissed you."

Silence again.

He wanted a real answer; this wasn't a joke. I didn't know if I wanted to kiss him. I quickly imagined myself doing it, being wrapped by him, feeling the warm deep taste of his lips, his hand sliding down…

I could feel my cheeks heating up. "Yeah, I guess you could."

Suddenly, I was flipped onto my back, and he was hovering over me, careful not to press too much of his weight against me. He was smirking again. "Good," was all he said.

His lips brushed mine at first, taking slow tastes, and rubbing his hands up my arms, and in my hair. Then his hand started reaching at the hem of the shirt he gave me, and I distracted him by deepening the kiss, letting him flavor even more of me, and me more of him. I felt his heart hammering in his chest, and soon mine raced faster to match his.

I pulled away, my breath ragged, as was his. "I think…that was enough…for one night."

He panted a little, then said, "Yeah, I guess you're right." But he brushed his lips over mine, one last time, then slid behind me and wrapped his arm over my waist again.

"'Night, Bella."

"'Night." I mumbled, and drifted off to sleep, with his sweet taste still lingering on my lips.