Drabble# 4: Status Quo
Disclaimer: S. Meyer owns Twilight.


Jacob came whistling into the Clearwaters' house. He was always in a good mood; but these days his mood was even lighter. There were only five more weeks till he and Bella walked down the aisle. He settled on the couch waiting for his sweetie; his long legs stretched out in front of him.

Bella and Leah arrived a few minutes later laden with school books. Leah went straight to her bedroom.

Jacob hopped up from the couch and gave Bella a hello kiss that could melt lead. Breaking the kiss, he launched into a veritable inquisition. "So, how was your day today? Did you get a good grade on that test you were worried about? What did Mr. Eddington say about getting into his advanced English Comp. class? Did you find that book you lost?"

"Holy cow—hold on—at least, let me put my books down."

Bella placed her tote on a coffee table and walked with Jacob into the kitchen to get a drink. As she drank her glass of water, the tote tipped over, spilling its contents.

"Crap! There go all my papers."

"I'll get it," Jacob replied.

Bella's' breath hitched in anxiety. "No, no, that's okay. I'll get it. I don't want you getting my papers all out of order."

Too late—he was faster than she was. He was already on his knees picking up the books and loose papers. Among the assignments was a certificate that caught his eye. "The Body Beautiful", it read.

In a panic, she reached for it. "Jake, no—give that to me!"

She tried to snatch it away from his grasp, but she was no match for his quick reflexes. He skimmed the card rapidly. He suddenly grabbed Bella by the arm and walked her out to the back porch—his airy mood had all but vanished.

"What's this?" he inquired. His voice sounded irritated. He was holding up the card in front of her face. "You made an appointment to have your lip plumped?"

"You weren't supposed to see that. It's a present from Alice—a wedding present. I wanted to surprise you."

"Yeah, well—I'm surprised all right! What are you thinking? This will be permanent. You can't go changing it back, it doesn't work that way. If you want plumped lips, I'll kiss you till your mouth is so swollen, Angelina Jolie will pale in comparison."

"But, Jake, I've always hated the way my top lip looks. It's so small. It looks deformed. I want my two lips to match. I want to look perfect for our wedding."

"Jeez, did you ever think to ask my opinion? I love your mouth the way it is. That's what makes you unique. I don't want you to change a thing for me.

"Listen to me, my face isn't perfect either. My nose is too big and my eyes are deep set. Would you want me to get some surgeon to correct that?"

"No—I love the way you look."

"I rest my case."

He hesitated, letting a sigh escape. "Look, all I'm saying is, if you want to change something, dye your hair or get new makeup—I don't care. But please, don't change your appearance permanently. You won't look like my Bella anymore.

"I love you, Bells, deformed lips and all. Now come closer and let me kiss those lips of yours again."

That Saturday, Bella ambled through his front door. Her hair was cropped and spiked, and colored red with a purple stripe running along the side.

Jacob stood there with his mouth hanging open. "I love those lips," Bella said right before she kissed him. Then she stepped back, pulled off the wig, and shook out her long mahogany waves.

Jacob let out a sigh of relief. Well, wouldn't you?