A/N: I am unconditionally and irrevocably sorry for updating this late. I know what's going to happen in the chapters, but I'm having trouble writing them down. Get my gist?

Anyways, trying to regain some of my spirit or whatever, I've taken it within myself to write a Harry Potter fanfic. I have one (yeah, yeah, I know, a little bit) chapter written down, and I'm still not sure if it's time to publish it. . . opinions? It's a Harry Potter/OC, by the way, but a slow Harry Potter/OC. I'd like to see if you'd be interested in reading it?

By the way...

HAPPY NEW YEAR! WE START A NEW YEAR; 2013! YAY!

Enjoy :)

4. DECEIVER

"YOU KNOW, I don't know why Damon puts up with Elena—he can have me." I told Kendra over the phone as I watched The Vampire Diaries on the TV. She giggled, and I imagined her shaking her head and rolling her eyes at me.

"What? What about my poor Stefan? He shouldn't put up with her either!" she protested. It was now my turn to roll my eyes at her, even if she couldn't see it.

"Let 'em. He wants her, he gets her. Damon still has a chance to get away from her clutches. I'm sorry bestie, but your man has been smooched off," I said, laughing when she hmph'ed loudly.

"I hate Elena," she said curtly. "Why does she keep all of them?" she whined.

"Amen, sister from another mister." I said, "She's a she-devil—that's why." I answered her, scowling as Elena began to talk to my Damon.

Kendra sighed dreamily. "They're all so yummy!" she squealed rather loudly. I winced away from the noise.

"Hey!" I yelled as loud as I could into the phone, "DON'T DO THAT!" I smirked when I heard the phone make a "thmph" noise. It must of fallen to the floor. Mission accomplished. I should totally be a superhero, or an undercover detective—I should ask dad.

"Vivienne!" she screamed, but I was prepared. I had already put the phone away from my ears. "You're gonna pay! Watch, when I see you at school tomorrow. . ." she trailed off angrily.

I giggled. "Ooh, is that a threat, Dumbledore?" We had an inside joke about her name. Since Kendra was Dumbledore's mother's name. . . and her last name was Dumbledore. . . okay, it isn't that funny. . .

"Oh shut it, Ugly Duckling." she grumbled.

"That later turned into a beautiful swan—I think. I haven't read that story since when." I grinned.

"You and I both, friend." she sighed. "Damn, T.V.D. ended."

"Aw," I pouted. We both stayed silent, and watched the little teasing glimpses for the next episode. I raised my eyebrow, "Elijah is cute." I said casually.

She gasped dramatically, "Oh no you did-int! Are you cheating on Damon Salvatore?"

I widened my eyes, and mock gasped. "No! He's my one and only."

"Okay," she agreed. "You better not cheat on my brother-in-law." she warned.

"Same goes to you," I warned back. We both giggled. "Ah. . . we're stupid."

"You said it."

"But," I began, "Elijah is cute."

Kendra made a muffling sound. "Eh, Klaus is better."

I narrowed my eyes. "Nah-uh!"

"Ya-huh!"

"Nope."

"Yep."

"No, Dumbledore."

"Yes, Ugly Duckling."

"Hey, what about Squirt? Where is he?" she asked, wanting to know about my new dog. Like me, she always wanted a dog, but her dad wasn't a dog's greatest fan.

"Sleeping upstairs, in my bedroom." I grinned.

"Aww," she cooed. "So cute. Can't wait to see him!"

My phone began to buzz, alerting me to an incoming call. I frowned, checking the Caller ID, and it read Bella. My frown deepened—why would she be calling, in work hours? This wasn't part of the routine she set up. Something must be up.

"Ugly Duckling?" came Dumbledore's voice, "You there? Hey, we should have these as secret, ninja codes."

I smiled. "Definitely. Uh, Dumbledore, I gotta go. Bella's calling. . . So. . . ?"

"Oh, right. Sure. Well, bye, then. See ya' at school Liv!"

"See ya' Kendra."

When she clicked, I immediately answered Bella. "Hello? Is everything alright? What's wrong? Do I call dad? Bella?"

Bella sighed into the phone. "I'm alright, Liv. Nothing's wrong."

"Then why are you calling me. . . during work hours?" I asked, surprised. The earlier anxiousness disappeared when I heard Bella's recovering, clear, growing voice. Even if it wasn't fully back to normal, like her old voice, I sought comfort in it like I always did before Edward left—yeah, I decided to start calling him by his name, again. It was my way of showing him and his fake ghostly appearance thanks for bringing my older sister back to the world.

"Mike let me out early," she explained dully. That hasn't changed.

"Oh," I said, not knowing what else to say.

"I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere." she stated, trying to make her voice sound casual.

The corners of my lips twitched. "Sure!" I responded back too eagerly, but I didn't care. Bella hasn't asked me to go anywhere—besides to the movies, obviously. I was glad that Bella wanted to go somewhere, and even pleased that she wanted to go out with me. She hasn't forgotten about me.

"Where to?" I asked, still smiling.

She hesitated, "To the Black's."

"The Blacks? As in Billy Black, Jacob Black—the Blacks?" I don't know why I was making a big deal out of it. But I was just a curious, happy and excited girl at the moment. "Why?"

Bella sighed. "I—I. . . Liv, this is a secret, okay? You have to keep it a secret. From Charlie especially."

"Dad," I corrected her—it was automatic, like two plus two equals four. Usually, I'd get upset if she called our dad by his first name, but right now, I was too happy about Bella to even care.

"And," I got back to the topic, "Bella, I'm not a little girl. I've kept plenty of secrets myself." I said proudly. "Remember that time we broke mom's glasses when we were little—actually, it was really you who broke them, but that's not the story here, right?—and you asked me to not tell mom—to keep it a secret? Well, I kept my secret." I reminded her.

"It's not that I don't trust you," she began slowly, "but this is big. Cha—dad won't approve."

I felt a thrill of excitement. "Something dad won't approve of?" I breathed, my eyes widening. "I'm in! What's our little secret?"

Okay, I realized I was being bad our naughty, but come on; I'm a teenager who's bound to break some rules! Plus, I'm doing this with Bella. . . I'm sure dad won't mind. . . much.

"So?" I insisted, expectant.

"I got motorcycles. . ." she said slowly.

My mind buzzed with dad's voice.

"Do you two girls know how many deaths motorcycles cause?" he had asked Bella and I.

"Depends," I remembered my seven-year old self frowning up at him as I answered. "The driver has to be pretty awesome! An awesome driver can't die!" I'd answered in awe.

Bella was twelve years old, and by far, much more mature. "No, Liv. You're totally wrong."

"No I'm not—right daddy?"

Dad had sighed, already foreseeing an argument. "Girl, girls, please listen. The only reason I brought this up is simple; never, EVER ride a motorcycle. They're dangerous and deathly. I don't want any of my two girls to leave me. Do you both understand?" he'd asked, his voice stern.

Motorcycles were pretty much banded. They were prohibited by dad for Bella and I to ride one—but I didn't care. Dad's warning was being locked onto the back of my mind, being ignored for all I care. I was being reckless, stupid, and crazy, but I'm a teenager, wasn't I? Besides, Bella held a tinge of interest for these bikes—something Bella hasn't been too keen on. This has been the first sign of keenness she's shown in months. I'm sure dad won't mind. . . if it brought Bella back to us, right?

I did feel the guilt, I really did, but I pushed it away. This was something both Bella and I wanted to do. Dad didn't need to know. It won't hurt him not knowing, so I don't see the problem.

"Okay," I said, keeping my tone now casual. "That's freaking awesome, Bella!" The casualness disappeared completely. "But why are we going to the Black's?"

"Well, the bikes aren't at all grand." she sighed.

I instantly caught on. "So you want Jacob to fix them?" I summed it up.

"Yes."

My brows furrowed. "But how are you gonna pay him?"

"With college money. . .?" she seemed uncertain. "Or, a bike for himself."

"Wow, Bella." I breathed, somehow awed. I never thought I'd live to see a reckless Bella.

"Yeah," she said softly. "I already called dad—he knows where we're gonna be. He also gave me the instructions to Jacob's house."

"How many bikes are there, exactly?" I asked, dying to know.

"Three," she answered. "One for Jacob—though I'm still unsure if he's up for this—one for me, and one for. . . you," when she said one was for me, her tone seemed to be regretting the decision.

"Really? I get one too!" I asked quickly, breaking any train of thought of her's that might be regretting getting me one.

"Great, so I assume you're up for this?" she asked me. I could now hear the distant roar of her truck.

"Definitely."

"I'll be there to pick you up soon," she said. "Bye."

"Bye," I said gleefully.

It was hard to really keep my mind concentrated and only concentrated on things beside motorcycles and. . . dad. It was hard because, well the first one was out of excitement and giddiness. I couldn't wait till I was riding one, with wind slapping my face as I skyrocketed through the streets at high speeds. It was also hard to keep my mind off my dad because I knew I was doing something he had made Bella and I promise never to do. I was guilty, and I knew this was wrong, but my mind and heart were both telling me different things. I just didn't understand the complexities of both sides. I was torn.

But, I told myself, I could somehow slide off my dad's promise, but still keep my promise. . .? Did that make any sense? In a way, for me it did. It meant that I was going to have to cheat my way out of that promise. It meant that I was going to have to deceive my poppa. A frown formed my lips at the thought of this, imagining his disapproving face.

How long would I be grounded if he found out?

Forever, probably.

A quiet whine made me break out of my thoughts. I looked down to see Squirt standing there with his four legs, looking up at me expectantly, his tail swaying behind him slowly, almost lazily. I sighed, running a hand through my hair, trying to get chipper again.

Where had the happiness gone to?

"What's up, boy?" I asked, kneeling down. He immediately came over, and began to lick my face. I covered my mouth with one hand so he wouldn't lick it. I gagged playfully, saying: "Eww!" to annoy him. He stopped, and sat down in front of me, looking at me with that expectant look again.

I looked at the stairs, my eyes traveling upstairs where my bedroom and his food were at. Was it possible that Squirt had ate all the food? My eyes widened in mild surprise. It was possible, I considered, because I have noticed him eating quite a lot.

"Doo-ya need more food, Squirty?"

He was responseless. I pursed my lips, and sighed lowly. I jutted my head out to the direction of the stairs. "Let's go see if you have food. I'm sure you have water."

I was right. Squirt did have water, but his food bowl was empty. He'd stayed in my room after I told him I was going to be gone, and didn't follow me when I exited the room.

I was waiting outside—I had already locked up the house—waiting for the familiar roar of Bella's truck when I heard something peculiar; a wolf's howl. I was startled and amazed. My favorite animals were wolves, then lions, and then elephants. And even though they were my favorite animal, I'm sure I wasn't their favorite anything and won't hesitate to pounce on me. I shuddered to think of that, and waited anxiously for Bella to hurry up. I kept on shooting wary looks at the wood's treeline, prepared to make a run for it.

Then I heard it; Bella's arrival.

She stopped, not even parking, in the street, and waved me over quickly. My eyes quickly drifted to her truck's bed, and noticed a huge bulge, covered in a blanket. My heart skipped a beat and a smile stretched my face. Those were the bikes. The motorcycles.

It was raining as I jogged my way over to the truck's passenger seat. When I was finally sitting there, wet and smiling at Bella widely, I said, "So, let's go."

She nodded, and mutely began her way towards the Black's familiar route.

Bella seemed worried and anxious. I questioned this.

"Is something up, Bella?" She seemed startled, as if forgotten I was there. I scowled.

"Well," she began, squinting at the mirror, "I'm hoping Billy won't answer us, but Jacob instead."

Something else was troubling her, I could tell, but I decided to back off. "Oh, yeah. Me too."

I wanted to see Billy, and Jacob, too. So when their familiar small, wooden place with narrow windows, and dull red painted house came into my view, I smiled widely again. Their house resembled a tiny barn. Suddenly, Jacob peered out of a window, before Bella had even parked the car, and I was surprised to feel a jolt of happiness at the plain sight of Jacob Black. I squinted my eyes, trying to pinpoint why he seemed so different.

I got out of the car, my hoodie on and my hands inside my sweater's pockets. I smiled when Jacob was already walking towards us with amazingly long strides, and met me halfway. Bella was still getting out of the car, I think, or just didn't want to catch up. Either way, it didn't seem to matter because Jacob had my whole attention.

He was different. He looked different. His long, jet-black hair was still the same, but this time it was loose. His smile was wide and brilliant, perfect straight teeth. I envied that. He didn't need any braces—I did, well I used to. He seemed to be gaining a bit of muscles. The veins in his arms were becoming much more prominent under his rich russet-y skin. His face hardened, too—his cheek bones seemed sharper, his jaw squared off. It seemed he was aging. Fast. I was happy to realize that the usual boyishness still remained. I guess somethings don't changed.

I was shocked that I hadn't noticed these changes last time I came here. I had been too focused on the electric current thingy to even really absorb Jacob in. I flushed.

"Liv!" he said happily, smiling widely, running up to me and wrapping me up in a hug. I flushed deeper, and wrapped my arms around him, too, laughing lightly.

"Jacob!" I used the same tone as him, beaming. It felt great to be near him. It was as if I'd missed him without me even knowing. "How are ya'?" I asked after he'd pulled away.

"Good, good." he bobbed his head, his eyes shifting back to glimpse at Bella. "Oh, hi Bella." he called over, smiling at her, too. His eyes flickered back to me, then back to Bella, a crease forming in his forehead. "So what's the occasion—not that there has to be any occassion for you two to be here," he added in quickly.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah right. I bet you want us away," I put my hand in my chest, smiling.

"No," he frowned. "I don't."

"Whoa," I breathed, just having realized something else. "Um, Jacob, you're freaking tall!" I exclaimed, surprised. "I feel really, really short," I scowled at him, narrowing my eyes.

"Six five" he announced proudly. His voice was deep, huskier than last time.

"Wow," I said, shaking my head. "Don't worry though, I'll catch up soon. So stop, will you—so I can catch up?"

"Yeah, Jacob, you're huge." Bella said from behind me. I jumped, surprised. She just popped out of nowhere!

He grimaced. "Still a beanpole, though."

I giggled. "Beanpole?"

He rolled his eyes. "Come inside! You two are getting all wet." Then he pulled something out of his pocket, and tied his hair. I smiled, amazed that a guy was tying his hair. In some sense, it seemed even fascinating.

Inside his house, Billy was reading a book. He didn't seemed to have heard Bella's truck.

"Hi, Billy." I greeted cheerfully

He looked up from his book, surprised. "Well, look at who showed up!" he smiled, his eyes looked behind me to see Bella, I guess. "Liv, you've grown quite a bit from the last time I saw you," he commented.

I flushed at the compliment. "We saw each other I think not even a month ago," I grumbled, smiling. "And yes, I have grown. An inch."

Jacob laughed from behind me. "An inch?"

"Not everyone grows at an abnormal state, Jacob." I narrowed my eyes. "So ha—ha, it's funny." I hated it when people said I was short because I really wasn't. I was tall for my age. Heck, I was as tall as Bella herself—I'd gotten that trait from my dad, unlike Bella who got it from mom.

His eyes widened all of a sudden. "Oh, uh, I wasn't making fun of you. Just the. . . amount. . ." he trailed off uncertainly.

"Don't worry," I shrugged. "I was acting."

"Oh," he said, smiling relieved afterwards.

"Well, it's good to see you too, Bella. Haven't seen you in a long time. How's it been?" he asked. Billy was looking at Bella casually, but I had an itching feeling that he was observing her closely. Observing her reactions.

He wheeled himself over. He handed the book to Jacob to hold, and extended an arm to Bella to shake. Billy turned then turned to me. He was much like a father to me, I'd known him since like forever—not literarily, but for a long time—and I grew up with him sort of. So it was only reasonable that I bended down to hug him. He chuckled deeply, patting my back as I started to pull away.

Billy smiled at me. "Is everything okay with Charlie?"

Bella answered. "Yes, absolutely."

"Why?" I asked, my brows furrowed.

He looked back at Bella, who stood behind me, observing the Black's house in.

"Nothing, just wondering what brought you here." As he said it, he reached for his book again. Jacob handed it back.

"Oh, just wanted to see my good ol' friend, Jacob." I grinned at Jacob who's eyes had brightened. He grinned back. "By the way, did you like my gift?"

His eyes widened. "Totally. The shirt was awesome, and so was the CD. And the letter. And the Toolbox." He grinned as he listed everything the box had contained.

I blushed. I had given him a letter because I wanted to congratulate him. I also wrote other stuff like; thanks for being a friend, you're awesome at mechanics, wish you the best, and that I hoped he got everything he wanted. The shirt was blue, with a collar. It was simple. But I liked it and picked it out for him. The CD was from this band he liked. And well, the toolbox dad had gotten that for Jacob.

"The toolbox was from my dad." I added in.

"Thanks, though." he smiled at me brightly. It was contagious. I smiled back.

"Can both of you stay for dinner?" Billy asked, sounding happy. I looked back at Bella, unsure. After all, Bella was the driver. . . with the car.

Bella hesitated. "No, I gotta feed Charlie and Liv."

"No." I said, pursing my lips. "I could make myself eggs."

She rolled her eyes.

"I'll call him," Billy suggested. "He can come over."

"No, tha's alright," Bella quickly protested, laughing fakely afterwards. Billy and Jacob didn't notice this. They didn't know Bella Swan as good as I did. "Plus, Liv and I will be here quite a while. You'll be wishing we'd leave." she said.

Billy chuckled. "Okay, okay. Maybe next time."

"Yep," I sighed. I really wanted to stay.

We left then, leaving Billy alone again. We were walking outside, the rain had paused.

"So," Jacob looked at me, then at Bella, "what do you guys wanna do?" Jacob asked.

I shrugged. "S'not much," I looked at Bella in the corner of my eyes. Should we tell him we have motorcycles now?

"What were you doing before we came?" Bella asked.

Jacob hesitated. "I was just heading out to work on my car, but we can do something else. . ."

I raised an eyebrow. "You mean the Rabbit?" He nodded enthusiastically at me. Last time I came to Jacob's party, he'd shown me the car he was working out. It looked like a lot of work, but I knew for sure that Jacob would finish it. "How much have you progressed since I last came?" I asked curiously.

"Almost finished," he said proudly, a smile curling his lips. And then his voice dropped into a lower key. "My dad made good on his promise last spring."

"Ah," Bella said.

Ah what? What promise?

Seeing the confusion on my face, Jacob thankfully explained. "My dad paid me last May to go to Bella's prom to deliver a messege about the legends I told you last time."

What Jacob meant by last time was when Bella decided to bring me along to her La Push beach trip with her other friends. Jacob had told Bella and I some legends about his tribe that were pretty awesome. I especially found the one where men turned into wolves—as if they were werewolves.

"Oh." I said dully. "Okay."

There was a pause.

"Jacob, how much do you know about motorcycles?" Bella finally asked. I sighed in relief. I thought she was never going to bring that up.

"More or less. My friend Embry owns a dirt bike and we sometimes work on it."

"Embry," I tested the name on my lips. Jacob looked at me swiftly.

"You know him?"

I flushed. "No. I was just testing out the name."

"Weird, isn't it?" He laughed. I grinned.

"Well," Bella cut in, shooting a me stare. I remained quiet, letting her continue. "I recently got some bikes, and they're not really at all that grand. I wonder if you could get them running. . .?"

I waited for Jacob's response.

"Awesome." He seemed happy, pleased almost. As if Bella'd given him a challenge. "I'll give it a try." His face was glowing.

"But you can't tell my dad. Or Billy, either." I added in. "It's a secret."

"Sure, sure." Jacob smiled. "I understand."

"Pinkie promise," I held up my pinkie, serious. Jacob tried to make his smile to disappear, but just pursed his lips instead.

"I pinkie promise." And then we joined pinkies. Like the last time when we'd made skin contact, I felt the familiar shocks and electric current passed through me. I was shocked, of course, fascinated by the sensation. I looked at Jacob, who looked back at me equally surprised.

"I'll pay you," Bella continued after Jacob and I had untangled our pinkies. I was still thinking about the sensation.

Jacob seemed distracted too, but managed to get out, "No. I want to help. You can't pay me," he said, in a offended tone.

"A trade then?" I beamed. "You get a motorcycle!"

Jacob brightened. "Really?"

"Yes," Bella agreed. "We also need to learn how to ride one—we need lessons."

"Sweet-eet!" he said. "So Liv's getting one too?"

"Yeppurz." I answered in a slurred voice.

"How old are you again?" Bella asked, uncertain.

"You forgot," he told Bella, but smiled at me. "I'm sixteen."

"Not that your age ever stopped you before," Bella muttered. "Sorry about your birthday. I was busy."

I resisted the urge to snort.

"Don't worry about it," he grinned. "At least Liv was there. And I missed your's, too. What are you, forty?"

Bella sniffed for some reason. "Close."

"Huh." I said.

Then Jacob turned to me, "And you must be twenty-one."

"Not really," I admitted. "More like sixteen."

"Maybe when the bikes are done—they'll be our presents to ourselves," Bella added.

"Deal. So when will they be here?" Jacob asked.

I looked at Bella, a smirk forming on my lips. "Actually, we already brought them along. . ." I said. I bit my lip, flushing.

This didn't upset him at all. "Great." He meant it. I think.

"Will Billy see us bringing them in?" I asked, frowning.

Jacob winked at me. "We'll be sneaky."

I winked back. "Together." I laughed at the expression on his face.

Back at the truck, Jacob was unloading the motorcycles. Bella and I watched in wonder as Jacob effortlessly lifted them off the the truck, and set them on the damp ground. The bikes looked rather heavy.

"Whoa, Jacob." I breathed.

He smiled. "These aren't half bad," he said once we'd taken them back to the garage—being sneaky, of course, together. "This one," he motioned to the one he was holding, "will be something when I'm done—it's an old Harley Sprint."

"That's your's, then." Bella confirmed.

"Are you sure?" he looked at Bella, then at me.

"Absolutely."

"Yeah," I said, nodding.

"They're gonna be worth a lot of money—their parts. . . We need to save up some money for the parts."

"We nothing." Bella said firmly. "If you're doing this for free, I'll pay for the parts."

"I don't know. . ." he muttered.

"I've got some money saved. College fund, you know."

"Yeah," I nodded again. "I'll even add in my own savings." I was saving up for a car in the future. I'll guess I'll start saving up again in the future.

Bella shot me a stare. "No, not even you. I'll pay, Liv."

I sighed.

Jacob nodded after a all made sense to him, and me, too.

This was great, I thought to myself. We found ourselves a perfect boy who would help us. Jacob seemed like a friend I've been needing all this time—a trouble, sneaky kind of friend. Now I had someone to get in trouble with, and best of all, to have fun with. Sure, my other friends were fun, but not in the andrenaline, adventurous kind of fun. Jacob was sent to me from Heaven.

Hallelujah.

A/N: I know, we barely saw Jake ^-^ But he will be appearing a lot, trust me. I already started writing the next chapter yesterday, and I'm proud of myself. So, did you like this chapter? Oh, and by the way, Jakey likes Liv!

Why?

Well, because she's his imprint. The whole reason Jake even started liking Bella because he felt a connection to her. We later know that the connection was Bella having Renesmee. So, since Liv is his future imprint and soul mate, he likes her. :P She sorta likes him too, but that liking is being overshadowed by the infatuation she has for Arthur ;) Jake won't like Arthur O:

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