A/N: Okay yeah…dude I suck at the updating of these things.

Love Kat

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Jacob:

Chapter 2: Phone call

I looked at the band-aid the number was burned into my mind, her name burned into my mind. I couldn't look away from it for a moment. Billy was getting pissed at me.

"Love sick pup," he said bitterly that morning over his coffee. "Just call her already, she's just a girl!" he exclaimed.

"She's not just some girl!" I said glaring at him, "She's my Imprint..the woman I could spend the rest of my life with, I just can't call her up and say "Yoh…Marry me!" It isn't right!" I sighed in frustration. This was not a good way top start the day.

Billy surprised me and looked picked up the phone and dialed in what I knew was her phone number and threw the phone at me, I caught it and listened to the phone ring. I gl;ared at him and waited for her to pick up.

"Hello?" her voice that was burned into my mind called over the phone lines. I didn't say something for a second. "Hello?" she asked again, sounding a little;e crestfallen.

"Hi!" I called quickly, feeling like a teenager again. "Um..Remi? Right?" I said, my voice shakey.

"Um…Yeah," she said, the joy in her voice was infectious.

"I'm Jacob Black, you gave me your number yesterday," I said smiling, I heard Billy snicker then wheel out of the room.

"Oh! Thank you for callikng me back! How is that cut on your face?" she asked, really worried, it was really cute.

"It's fine, it was nothing but what you get with a paper cut, its already healed up mostly, thank you for the band-aid," I added.

Remi seemed to smile over the phone, "That's nice," she said, "I'm sorry if that seemed forward, but it seemed a prime opportunity to introduce myself, I noticed you around a few days ago and thought you know the area and could help me get situated."

I blinked, "You're new to town?" I asked, please don't say three weeks, please don't say three weeks.

"Yeah, I am, I moved here about three weeks ago….maybe four….I don't remember. I moved here from France to be honest," she said.

"France? You don't have an accent," I said, then felt stupid.

"Oh, I traveled a lot, I spent a lot of time in England and Ireland, good beer they have there," she said putting on a flawless British accent, that was to hot.

I chuckled, "I see you are well rounded around a bar then," she laughed on the other end.

"Well, I can out drink most of my Irish friends so I should say so!" she declared. "So what about you, Jacob?" she asked, I imagined her getting comfy on a couch curling her knees to her chest.

I smiled, "I own a mechanic's shop with my friends Sam, Quil, and Embry it's more fairly priced then the one down in Forks, so we get good business. What do you do, Remi?" her name curled off the tongue.

Remi chuckled, "I'm a jack of most trades, I can do mechanics work on most European and Japeanese cars, then I have a good hand at accounting, I have a law degree and a pre-med…nothing too big, I decided to stay in school a bit longer then I actually needed, I really didn't need to work," she said rather bored with her life. "I moved here because my French relatives didn't want me taking up space that they could put better use for a brothel. I mean it they are so uncool," she kinda whined.

I laughed this time, a brothel, I laughed again and then Remi joined in. We calmed down and listened to eachother a moment. "Do you need a job? I could find something at the shop," I offered.

Remi faltered. "Oh…no thank you, I think between four guys that work is slim and in a town this small you don't get much work, I won't take up your pay roll," she said. "You could show me around, I need a ride around, until my car and bike get here, with what is left of my stuff, I swear that moving company sucks, if I find one scratch.,…" she trailed off the threat. I smiled to myself.

"I could do that," I said, a date, this could be a date. "How about I drive you to Port Angeles?" I offered, really I NEEDED her to say yes.

"Do they have a music store?" she asked.

"Yes,"

"Okay, that would be awesome, I need some new guitar strings, I snapped one yesterday and lost all of my picks….how? no idea…." She sighed and I heard a spring in the couch groan as she leaned back. "Well we'll figure out a time later," she said, "Because I really need to get my coffee or I'll be dead all day," she said.

"Okay, Remi, Talk to you later," I said "Bye."

"Bye," she said and the line went dead.

I held the phone to my chest feeling heat go through me. "Billy, I hate you!" I yelled.

All I heard was Billy laugh. "Well hey! I want grandchildren BEFORE I die!"

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