AN: As you've seen on the title now, this is just book one of the series I'm writing of the twins. I'm writing four books to this, you're all probably wondering as well what book I'm on right now of the Twilight series.

Well, the first book, Twins at Twilight, is combination of both Twilight and New Moon. Events will change, as this is a fanfiction, so it won't go with the whole story of both books.

The second book, Twins at the Eclipse, is of Eclipse and once again, events and storylines will change.

The third, Twins at Dusk, follows the events of the first half of the Breaking Dawn book, which will switch from Angie and Jacob's POVs.

And finally, the fourth, Twins at Dawn, will follow the events of the second half of the Breaking Dawn book. And like Twins at Dusk, it will switch POVs from Angie to Jacob.

Now, with that out of the way, let's get on with the chapter shall we?

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3. Jacob Black

When we got home, Ella ran straight for her room, without uttering anything that happened that day. I looked up at her retreating form in worry before pulling out my cell phone and texting the one person who might of know what had happened. Earlier that day during the rest of lunch, Sinead and I traded numbers, as well as with Ric, so we could keep in contact. I thought I might use this to see if there was any gossip about my sister.

I text both Ric and Sinead, saying my sister seemed upset and wanted to know if they heard anything. I only got a response from Ric as I went to the kitchen to make a hot chocolate, as the heater was taking forever to warm up in this cold house.

Well, I heard that Edward Cullen totally hates her right now, after storming out of the room of the class they had together. I later heard he wanted to change classes - Ric

I narrowed my eyes at the text as I leaned my body on the kitchen counter and text back Ric in thanks for the info. Why did Edward Cullen hate my sister? No one in their right minds could hate Ella, I mean, she was nicer than I was.

Shaking my head in confusion, I got two mugs out of the cupboard and placed them on the counter, waiting for the water to boil as I put chocolate powder in the mugs. Once the hot chocolates were made, I made my way carefully upstairs with one of the mugs and knocked on Ella's bedroom door. There was a muffled "come in" and I opened the door.

I hadn't seen Ella's room yet but it looked just like the same as mine, only with a different view out the window where Ella was staring, sat on her double bed and knees up against her chest, cheek resting on one of her knees. I sighed at the sight, knowing she was very upset.

I placed the hot chocolate on the bedside table before sitting on the edge of the bed, making sure she wasn't crying as I spoke, "You wanna talk about it?"

Ella let out a breath but didn't turn towards me, instead she kept her eyes outside the window. "We didn't even talk, so I don't know why the way he was acting. I don't know why all of the sudden he wants to change classes, all I know is that it has something to do with me."

I shook my head, "Nah, maybe he was just on his period." Ella gave me a side glance and I simply shrugged, "You never know, men could have them."

"Can't you take anything seriously for like five seconds?"

"Ella," I began, "Just because the dude was having an off day doesn't mean it was your fault, he could just be he doesn't like the teacher."

Thinking about it for a moment, Ella's brown eyes returned to outside the window. "Yeah, maybe."

"You better cheer up before dinner tonight," I stood up and stretched out, feeling my body needed one. "I don't want this dinner to be boring." I began to head out of the room.

"I'm not going."

I stopped short and spun around, "What? Over some guy?"

Ella shrugged, "I'm just not in the mood anymore."

"Well if you're not going, then I'm not going." I declared, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You have to." Ella argued back.

I made a face, "Why do I have to?"

"Because one of us has too to keep Dad happy, and if neither us go it will upset him." Ella looks to me again, giving me a firm look. "We owe him this for taking us in."

She was right, and even though I didn't agree with her for missing out because of some guy (who's ass I will be kicking tomorrow), we did owe him a lot, even though he was a terrible dad, even I could see he was trying to make up for it.

So in the next few hours, that's where I found myself, in the truck (since Ella wasn't coming I got to drive!) with Charlie in the passenger seat, him directing me the way to the Black house at La Push. I gave him some lame excuse about Ella being ill, and he seemed to have bought it.

"Slow down Ang," Charlie ordered as I drove through the dark, "You're almost over the speed limit."

"Almost" being the key word there, but I slowed down nonetheless, knowing never to disobey a cop. I learned that over my years getting into trouble.

"So..." The silence between us was almost deafening and I wracked my brain for a conversation starter. "What's new with the Black family?"

I barely remembered them, but I did remember Billy Black had three kids, two of them being twin girls like Ella and I and then there was Jacob. I remember hanging out with Jacob when we were small kids, but I don't remember what he actually looks like.

Wow, my memory sucks.

Charlie cleared his throat as he looked down at the road, keeping a good eye out for me as I drove. "Well, like I told you girls yesterday, Billy is in a wheelchair now, but he's coping. One of his daughters is off at college and the other got married, so she's living with her husband in Hawaii." Charlie then struggled, "Jacob however..." He trailed off and pointed out the window, "Take a right."

I did as I was told, "Jacob however...?"

Charlie coughed, "He was a good kid, keeping up his grades at school and looking after Billy, and then he was gone for a couple of weeks."

Gone? "You mean he ranaway?"

Charlie struggled again, "Yes and no, normally runaways don't come back. But after three weeks he came back and different than ever."

"Different?"

"Take another right," Charlie instructed and continued, "Yeah, he became all... buff, like he was on somekind of drugs."

I smirked a little, "Steroids?"

Charlie nodded, "He still acts the same... but he isn't, if you know what I mean."

I knew exactly what Charlie meant. After the Nick incident, I became a bit more guarded when it came to guys. Never once going out with someone again. My friends never knew the reason or what happened, but they knew it was bad enough for me to be thrown off guys. Not saying that all of the male gender was a disaster, but they were to me.

"There it is!" Charlie pointed out a small red house with a garage not too far from it. "Park up near there Ang."

Once again, I did as instructed and parked up near the small red house. It looked really homey and you could tell people were home with the lights coming through the windows. As soon as the car stopped, Charlie stepped out of the truck and someone was coming out of the house.

I hesitate before stepping out of the truck, locking it and following Charlie to the porch, where someone in a wheelchair - I presumed this was Billy Black - was waiting for us with a cheery smile as he watched us approach.

"Charlie!" Billy shouted, his voice matching his smile, as we approached. "I told you to bring both girls!"

Charlie just laughed as he stepped up onto the porch and gave a friendly slap on Billy's shoulder. "El felt sick, so I could only bring one of them." As I awkwardly came up to the porch, Charlie introduced us, "Billy this is my daughter Angela, Angie this is Billy."

Blly's wrinkled face looked to me and his smile widened as he took in my appearance. "Well, well, well, you must get your beautiful looks from your mother because I know your father doesn't look that good."

The two laughed and I decided then that I liked Billy, he had a sense of humour.

I put my hand towards him with a friendly smile, "Nice to meet you Billy."

Instead of shaking my hand, he pulled me down for a hug. Now, I wasn't much of a huggy person, but I couldn't deny, that the hug felt nice. It was the first real hug I received since coming here to Forks. It felt good.

When I pulled back after a moment, Billy gestured to the garage just behind his red house. "Jacob's in there if you wanna see him."

I was hesitant again, but shrugged, "Wouldn't hurt I suppose."

Billy's smile stayed plastered on his face as he nodded to the house to Charlie. "You help me out with dinner, as my son eats like a pig on thanks giving." The two laughed again as they went into the house and I made my way, slowly, to the shed.

I knew how Ella felt earlier today now, I felt nervous. Since I was with Ella earlier I didn't, and I knew what to expect. But with Billy Black's son, I didn't know if he was the bad-boy runaway or the eating pig that his dad so claimed.

I followed the light coming out of the garage and peeked my head through. The first thing I saw was a old time car, it looked to be really old but at the same time it looked to be in good condition. The next thing I saw were a pair of legs just under the car itself, like someone was working on something below the car. I entered into the dimly lit garage, feeling a bit anxious.

The person under the car must of heard me enter as he spoke with a rough voice. "I told you Embry, tell Sam I can't patrol tonight, Dad has invited some friends over and he says I have to be here."

I coughed to signal that I wasn't the person the boy under the car thought I was. This caused him to jump and hit his head under the car, followed by a "ouch". I laughed at the reaction and the boy came out under the and looked directly towards me, and I was struck at how beautiful Billy's son had grown up to be.

Though I knew he was the same age as I, he looked around in his twenties, with toned and muscular body build that reminded me of that Emmett Cullen today, but a lot less intimidating. Though, despite his delicious body (yes, I said it), he had a boyish face that would have the girls all falling for him, as well as for his body. His russet skin and his high cheek bones just added more to his looks so much that I was close to jumping on him right then and there, as he laid gracefully on the ground.

But as I met his dark eyes and everything was gone.

I don't think I seen such beautiful eyes, and that was coming from me. Because of his good looks and me looking... well, me, I felt really nervous under his intense gaze, that eyes shined into mine so much that I couldn't look away even if I wanted too. His face was still in emotion, as if he was trying to figure something out from just looking into my bright crystal blue eyes.

And then, it was like he suddenly got it and his whole face lit up into a goofy grin, which made my face brighten into a smile too.

Soon, the staring all got a bit too much and I had to look away to my converses, suddenly feeling a whole new level of awkwardness.

I heard him move about and I looked back up to see him stand, and I almost gasped at how tall he was. He must of been almost seven foot tall, but then, I could be over exaggerating (I do that a lot). I was surprised that he managed not to hit the roof of the small garage.

He talked, his voice calming my anxieties and stresses. "You must be one of Charlie's daughters."

I smiled, which he returned with glee, and nodded, "Yeah, I'm Angela - well, people call me Angie."

He then muttered my name under his breath, so quiet I almost didn't hear it. Angela, Angela, Angela. Angie, Angie, Angie.

"Sorry."

I raised my eyebrows and crossed my arms over my chest, trying to play dumb and act like I hadn't heard him say my name repeatedly. "For what?"

"For thinking you were Embry," He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

I shrugged my shoulders, "No worries, we all mistake people for other people, right?"

He smiled again, "Right."

There was silence again between us, but surprisingly, it wasn't uncomfortable, scary or awkward, it was quite nice.

He then leaned towards me, putting his left out to me and said "I'm Jacob."

Another smile went on my lips as I slipped my small hand into his huge one and almost pulled back when I felt an electric shock go through my body. "Nice to meet you Jacob."

We held hands for a moment as our eyes met again and in his deep, dark eyes I saw admiration, along with dedication and... love? Well, none of those made sense to me, but I didn't want to call him out on it just in case I was exaggerating again.

When our hands finally let go of each other, much to my disappointment as his hand was quite warm even in this cold weather, Jacob asked "Where's your sister then?"

My heart sunk a little, "What? Bored of me already," I half joked.

Jacob then frantically shook his head, "No, no, no, it's not that! Honestly!" I had to laugh at his desperate attempts to make me feel better. "I was just told there were going to be two of you here."

I nodded in understanding and looked around the garage, "She's not feeling very well." I said in a dry voice and turn my attentions to the car, "What are you working on?"

Jacob jumped slightly, as if he just remembered there was a car in the middle of his garage. He turned towards it, gesturing it with his hands. "Just a project I started doing ages ago, it keeps me busy from... well, everything."

Once again, I nodded in understanding. "Though I know nothing about cars, what make is it?"

Jacob then rubbed the back of his neck again nervously, "1986 Volkswagen Rabbit," He cleared his throat, "I started building it from scratch."

My eyes widened towards him, even though he wasn't looking at me as if he were nervous about my reaction, and took a step towards the car. "Wow, that's amazing!"

"Really?"

I nodded enthusiastically, "Totally," I touched the top of the car, being careful just in case I broke something. "I mean, I wouldn't have the patience enough to do this."

"I bet that's not true," Jacob disagreed.

"Oh yes it is," I turned back to Jacob, who was watching me intently, "One time I was getting my hair done and after washing it, they were suppose to cut it, but the lady got caught up with helping someone else, so after two minutes of waiting, I gave up and went home, with uncut hair."

"You didn't need it," I raised my eyebrows, "The cut, I mean, your hair looks... nice the way it is."

I smiled for what felt like the hundredth time - but in a good way - and replied, "Thanks, but I only needed a trim to get out the split ends." Silence again fell between us for a moment as I wracked my brain for another conversation as he was staring at me in a way that made me feel both uncomfortable and delighted. "Who's Embry?"

Jacob must of been in deep of thought of something as he snapped out of hungry gaze at me and asked me to repeat myself.

I laughed and repeated, "Who's Embry?"

"Oh" he rubbed the back of his neck again, which I found he does that when he's nervous. "He's one of my best friends, and someone I pa - work with."

"You have a job?"

"Yeahhh..." Jacob dragged out the word. "It's voluntary work though, for La Push. We patrol the area, make sure it's safe."

"Why wouldn't it be safe?"

Jacob struggled, "Ugh... you know... make sure no one..."

I burst out in to laughter at his struggles and his laughter soon followed. "Don't worry," my laughter died down, "I get what you mean. Making sure no one is doing any wrongings on the land."

"Exactly!" Jacob examined, making me laugh again. He opened his mouth to speak again when he stopped, titling his head as if he heard something. I tried to hear it myself, but all I heard was the wind outside. He frowned a little as he said, "As much as I'm enjoying this, it's dinner time."

What did he mean that he was enjoying this? I don't even know what this is! And how the hell did he know that dinner was ready?

Before I could rant my questions, I felt something capture my right elbow and, so into my thoughts I hadn't noticed Jacob come up towards me closer than before, tug me away slightly. I looked up and once again (I should really count how many times this happens) caught his eyes with my own. There was so much emotions in his eyes that made me freeze for a moment, not knowing what any of... this meant. Or maybe I was looking too much into it.

"Come on," Jacob says gently, tugging me out of the shed as he turns off the light to it. "I'm straving."

He led me into the small red house and it was more homey on the inside than it was on the outside, with the nice smell of cheese burgers. And Billy was right about Jacob eating like a pig, he ate around six burgers as the three men talked about the latest game they watched. However, whenever he wasn't talking to Charlie and Billy or eating like a pig, he would often look - well, stare, at me. As if I was some kind of treasure he needed to unlock.

Needing a break from all the staring, I excused myself to go to the toilet. After have been, I was making my way back into the kitchen when a picture on the wall caught my sight. It was of the Black family (I mean, why else would it be up there?). A picture of all five of them, mainly of the three children younger. This was the Jacob I remembered, small, cute boy. He must of been what, five or six when this photo was taken and the girls a little older then him. My eyes wondered to the woman in the photo, who looked a lot like Jacob and I guessed she was his mom. I wondered what happnened to her.

Obviously I'm oblivious to such things as footsteps because I jumped out of my skin when Jacob spoke softly.

"That was taken when I was seven," huh, I was close then. "Just before I went to school after the summer, Mom wanted a group photo just outside the house." He let out a throaty laugh. "Best photo of her in my opinion."

I looked up towards him to see he was closer to me than I originally thought, as his chest was almost up against my back, his heat (I was seriously worried for his health at this point) coming off of him and onto me.

In a quiet voice, I asked "What happened?" I realized then I was being rude, it was none of my business. I shook my head as I looked back to the photo. "You know what, it doesn't matter. I was being nosy."

There was a moment of silence between us before he spoke again, his voice as quiet as mine. "She died in a car crash when I was nine." Turning to him slightly, I could see he was deep in thought as he stared at the photo. "No one saw it coming, but a drunk driver thought he was fit enough to drive and well..." He trailed off.

I pushed my lips together as I thought of what to say. "You didn't need to tell me that."

"I wanted too," Jacob stated and looked down at me, "I wanted too."

There was that intense gaze again, swallowing me up whole. But thankfully, the gaze wasn't for long as Billy called out.

"You two better be behaving yourselves out there!" There was a loud bang then, followed by an "ouch".

Both Jacob and I laughed as I started to make my way back to the kitchen, until Jacob caught my arm, turning me back to him.

He gave me a small smile, "Thanks."

I narrowed my eyes, "For what?"

"For not saying you're sorry," Jacob said, "I hate it when people say that."

When we got back to the kitchen, Charlie examined us a bit, looking for any signs for any truth of what Billy said. Just as we sat down at the table, Charlie announced that we would be leaving in a moment, so we could check on Ella.

Oh yeah, I forgot all about my fake ill sister.

For some odd reason, Jacob decided to walk us to the truck. Don't get me wrong, I liked that he was gentleman, but he really didn't need too. As Charlie got into the passenger seat, Jacob and I walked to the driver's door.

Here goes the awkward goodbye with a guy you just met. But it didn't feel awkward, it felt kinda... sad.

I causally leaned on the car door with a small smile on my face, arms over my chest to help me with the cold. Jacob was smiling too, but it looked kind of forced, as if he were sad about leaving too.

"Thanks for this evening," I said, "It was fun, and your dad makes the best burgers."

Jacob naturally smiled, "Yeah, he's the cook in the family."

My smile widened, "Somebody has to be, with how much you eat."

He let out a laugh as I opened the car door. I was about hop in when (he keeps doing this) I felt a hand on my elbow. I looked over my shoulder towards him and saw he had pained look.

"Will I see you again?" He asked, his voice matching his expression.

I was aware that Charlie was watching us, listening in, but I didn't care too much as I got my cell phone out of my pocket and gestured my free hand to Jacob. "Phone?"

He dug into his shorts pocket (how can he be wearing those without being cold?) and handed me his cell phone. I added my number on his contacts and vice versa, handing back his cell as soon as I was done. "Just text me whenever you want to hang out."

Jacob nodded a couple of times "Definitely."

I smiled again, "I guess I'll be seeing ya then."

Jacob stared at me intently as he repeated "Definitely."