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JPOV

I was bored. I'd spent the whole day with Bella, but she had to go home and cook for Charlie. She'd given Billy a ride up to watch the game at her house. I would've gone too, but Billy had told me I had to finish my homework. My grades had been slipping due to the excessive amount of time I had been spending with Bella and our bikes. When I have a project I get kind of obsessive. I knew I should do my homework, or even go and work on the bikes, but I really couldn't be assed. And, what was worse, I was hungry. I could cook, but once more with the CBA. My cooking abilities weren't something to write home about, and I wasn't really in the mood for scrambled eggs anyway. I picked up the phone. I had to call Sneh; there wasn't any other option unless I wanted to die from a mixture of boredom and starvation. I hoped she wasn't too mad at me for not telling her I couldn't make it on the beach yesterday. Here goes nothing, I thought to myself as I dialled her number.

SPOV

The phone rang, and I ran downstairs to get it. I knew Kiowa wouldn't pick it up, but he would hit me if let it ring too long because it would be 'giving him a headache' or some such crap. I yanked it off the hook and glanced at the caller ID. I stopped short. How could he have the guts to call me now after not so much of a word yesterday?

"Pick up the fucking phone, bitch!"

I hurriedly pressed the green button and put the phone to my ear.

"What do you want now?" I hissed. There was a shocked splutter from the other end of the line. He had obviously forgotten that he ditched me yesterday. Or maybe he thought I wouldn't be pissed. Well he had something coming. "I'm hanging up in five seconds if you don't start apologising. One...Two..."

"OK, OK, I'm sorry, Sneh. I was really busy. Billy wouldn't let me leave the house cos I had loads of homework. S'not my fault. Forgive me?" he pleaded.

I could imagine the puppy dog eyes he would be putting on if we were having this conversation face to face, and I couldn't resist.

"Fine." I said shortly, "What did you call for?" He laughed embarrassedly.

"Well...I was wondering if you could do me a favour." Did he honestly think I would do him a favour after he stood me up? Yes, I answered my own question, yes he did. He paused, waiting for my response, but when I didn't give him any, he continued in a rush.

"Basics, Billy went to Charlie's, and I need feeding, so I was gonna ask you to come over, but seeing as you're so pissed, I doubt you would want to now. I'll just sit here and starve, I don't mind." Damned reverse psychology.

"I'm on my way now," I said resignedly. I was pathetic. I couldn't resist him anything.

"No, no, don't worry about little old me. I don't really need food. Don't do anything you don't want to do." He teased.

"God forbid I do anything I don't want to do," I muttered, before hanging up and getting my jacket. I knew Kiowa would give me hell for not cooking him dinner, but I would prefer him to starve than Jacob, and at least I got to spend the evening with him. I was about to leave when I saw a box sitting on the kitchen counter. It was probably from one of Kiowa's many girlfriends. I picked it up and looked at it, pondering. I knew it was stupid and I shouldn't, but it was just too tempting. I knew I was just making myself more vulnerable to a painful rejection, but it couldn't hurt too much to give it a try...could it?

JPOV

I knew she would be pissed, but that pissed? I must have really upset her. It seems I was forgiven though, for now. She'd probably yell at me when she got here. Ah well. At least I'd get a decent meal. I let my mind wander back over my day with Bella. She was officially my Valentine! Poor love, she was so out of it that she didn't even know the date. I had seen the hesitation in her eyes. She was definitely still messed up over that Cullen, but she had accepted. That meant something, right? It meant she wanted to be my Valentine. I knew she was still capable of loving, and I knew she just needed time to heal. I would give her as much time as she needed. I'd wait forever and a day for her. My stomach growled angrily, interrupting my thought shower. Now where the fuck was Sneh...

The sound of the doorbell made me jump. I sprinted to get it, hoping it would be Sneh, even though, logically, it couldn't be. We never rang the bell at each other's houses; we just walked right in. I yanked the door open, and there she was. She looked kinda cute in her jeggings and gray knit sweater. It wasn't quite long enough to be called a dress, but it showed off the shape of her legs. It surprised me to see how wide her hips were. I'd always thought of her as a little girl, but it seemed she was growing up into a young woman. I stopped that thought right there and tore my eyes away from her legs and straight to her face before I could notice how other parts of her were 'maturing'. That would just be wrong. I felt kinda perverted even looking at her like that. She was practically my little sister for God's sake. It was only then that I noticed the expression on her face. It wasn't pissed like I expected. It was sorta...hopeful.

"Come in, honey, it's pouring out there," I said quickly, to hide my confusion. I started to walk back into the living room, but I stopped when I realised she wasn't following.

"Jake," she said. Her voice shook, "I've got something for you."

SPOV

I offered him the pink, heart-shaped box of candy, scrutinising his face for his reaction. I saw a flicker of emotion flash across it, screwing up his eyebrows for a second, but before I could place it, it was gone, replaced with artificial excitement.

"Candy!" he yelled, "For me? Oh you shouldn't have!" he grabbed the box, ripped it open and shoved two into his mouth immediately, before motioning with his hand for me to sit down. A shudder of disappointment ran through me. The emotion I had seen, it hadn't looked like happiness. It looked like confusion, sadness, maybe even anger. Before I could fall to pieces entirely, Jake swallowed his mouthful of chocolate and announced the extent of his hunger, before shoving more candy in his mouth.

"Honestly," I said, reprovingly, "D'ya have to be so uncouth?" Jake smiled through his full mouth, and continued to concentrate on getting the food down his throat so he could reply.

"Yep, that's me. Take me or leave me!"

"I'll take you."I said with a little too much intensity that was required under the present circumstances. I ran to the kitchen before my blush could betray the double meaning behind my words.

"Keep it simple, yeah? I'm bloody starving."

"Yeah, I know, you'll die if you don't get some food in you soon." He chuckled and I heard the TV switch on. I concentrated on the fried chicken I was making. My Valentine's Day present had been an epic fail. And it did hurt. It hurt more than I ever imagined it would. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed the pink, heart shaped box, but he ignored the connotations of it completely. I'd seen the flash of intuition in his eyes. He'd guessed my intentions, and had rejected me in the kindest way he could. He was trying to be nice, but frankly he wasn't interested in me at all. I was just a free dinner ticket to him. The lazy git called me to come and cook for him. He hadn't even said 'come and spend some time with me', no, he just wanted dinner. I growled unimpressively under my breath. As soon as I was done with the chicken, I was going to leave. Jacob's voice snapped me out of my reverie.

"Oi, Sneh?"

"Mmmm?"

"Why'd you ring the doorbell when you came? I know you've got the key."

"To make you get off your fat arse and open it, lazy git."

"Aw, that's harsh. I'm not that lazy, am I?"

"Prove it. Come here and I'll teach you how to fry chicken."

"Nah…" he laughed, and went back to watching reruns of Monster Garage. I shook my head, laughing as I tossed the chicken out of the pan and onto a pile of waiting paper towels. I scooped them onto a plate, trudged into the living room, and put it on Jake's lap.

"Hey!" he said indignantly, "you can't put the food there; that's your spot!" he lifted the plate and patted his legs. Unthinkingly, I automatically responded to his invitation, unceremoniously plonking myself onto his laps. I snuggled into his bare chest and sighed contentedly. He wrapped one arm firmly around my waist, the other dipping in and out of the plate of chicken which was now balancing precariously on my lap.

"Jake…" I started, but he had started to speak at the same time, so I stopped to let him go first.

"Ladies first," he said graciously, in a bad English accent.

"I was gonna ask if I can stay over here tonight. Kiowa's going to one of his girlfriend's houses, and I don't want to be alone."

"Alone, on Valentine's Day? Well ain't that a tragedy. Are you sure you haven't got a legion of lovers that you're trying to avoid waiting for you at home?" he teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"Yes, Jacob, I have got a legion of lovers in my bed, but I had to leave them to come and cook for you!" I said sarcastically, while slapping his arm.

"You did all that for me? Well of course you can stay here!"

"But I'm not sleeping in Billy's room. Remember last time he was 'staying at Charlie's house' and he came back to find me in his bed? I literally died of embarrassment." Jake laughed, but looked down, abashed when he caught the glare I gave him.

"OK, you can sleep with me."

JPOV

I cringed. I hoped she wouldn't take that too literally. What a great choice of words. Way to go with 'not encouraging her'. She could sleep with me? Whoa, that was seriously messed up.

"Hey Jake?" I quickly dispersed the disturbing images that were suddenly flooding my mind.

"Do we have to watch this? We've seen this episode sooo many times."

"Sure, change it. I don't mind. Just don't put it on some crappy girly sitcom." I loathed those programmes. 'Vampire Diaries' was by far the worst. I mean, how unrealistic can you get?

"Do we have to watch TV? Can we just talk instead?"

"Sure thing honey, go ahead. Talk." I had a feeling she was going to have a go at me for yesterday.

"So, what did you do yesterday?" she asked, her voice sugar coated and deadly. I was right.

"Not much really. I … er… recently acquired some old bikes that need fixing up. I was mostly working on them."

"Alone?" her eyes were daring me to lie to her.

"No…"

"With…?" she encouraged

"Quil and Embry," I lied quickly. She didn't need to know about Bella.

"Oh, but they came and found me on the beach, and they happened to let slip that you were with Charlie's daughter. If you said you weren't though, maybe I misheard. My bad." Well crap. She already knew about Bella.

"OK, OK, fine. I was with Bella. She bought some messed up bikes that she wanted me to fix. She said I could have one when I'm done. How could I resist a free Harley Sprint?! I'm sorry; I didn't mean to leave you alone. Forgive me?" I did the puppy dog eyes I knew she couldn't resist. I could see her trying to stay mad; and failing miserably.

"You could've at least called me." She sniffed, trying to worm her way free of my arms. Apparently I didn't deserve to hold her any more. Well I wasn't having that. I refused to let go and, try as she might, there was nothing she could do about it.

"Jacob Black, you get your filthy paws off me right now!" she threatened, her voice rising to a shriek.

"Aw, you know you don't mean that," I teased, crushing her closer to my chest.

SPOV

I knew I was supposed to be mad at Jake, but here I was, in his arms. He was holding me; pulling me tight against him. I couldn't find in me the ability t be angry with him. I turned my head slightly and pressed my lips against his bare shoulder. He squeezed my waist and whispered delightedly into my ear,

"Hopefully that means I'm forgiven." My only reply was to kiss him again. With us, forgiveness was always accompanied by a kiss. We never questioned it. That was just how it had always had been. We kissed and made up. Although I had kissed him a countless number of times, I couldn't help but feel tingles in my lips where they had touched him.

"Seeing as I'm forgiven, can we watch a film?" he asked hopefully.

"Sure," why not? "Whaddaya wanna watch?"

"I've got a surprise for you," he grinned, loosening his grip on me. He slid me gently off his lap and onto the sofa. I whimpered slightly at the sudden gust of cold air that hit me, but I was too intrigued by his 'surprise' to complain. He proceeded to put a disc into the DVD player, hiding the case expertly from view, so I had no clue what it was. A slow smile spread across my face as the menu came up on screen. The familiar music filled the room as Jake turned round to see my reaction. I knew I was grinning like an idiot, but I couldn't stop myself. Last time we had watched a film together, we had watched Lord of the Rings and I had been enchanted from beginning to end. And yes, I cried when various people died. Seeing as watching films at home was forbidden, I hadn't had the chance to watch the second one.

"So, what do you think?" he asked expectantly.

"Ah! I love you so much! Thank you, thank you, thank you! You are undoubtedly the most wonderful and talented person I know! Come here you beautiful boy!"I yelled, not caring if I sounded like the love struck teenager I knew I was. He grinned, exultant, and came and sat by me on the sofa. I threw myself at him, squeezing him as tightly as was humanly possible.

"Whoa, easy girl," he smirked, "Being a pretty good looking guy I am quite experienced with pretty girls throwing themselves at me, but I expected better from you!"

I pulled away from him, glaring.

"You are so up yourself," I hissed, before leaning back on the arm of the sofa and crossing my legs so he couldn't grab me again. Soon enough I was so lost in the magic of the film that I jumped violently when Jacob lay his head in my crossed legs. He chuckled, and grabbed my hands, laying them against his chest and holding them there. I sincerely tried to watch the film, but the beating of Jacob's heart and the subtle movements of his toned pecs beneath my hands as he breathed proved too much of a distraction. I contented myself with ogling his chest, something I rarely got to do in fear of his always wary eyes catching me. His eyelids began to droop as I took in the perfectly formed eight pack that was his abs, which showed even when he was totally relaxed. His skin was so pretty. Like russet coloured silk. It made me jealous. Sure, I was Quileute too, but my skin was more beige than russet. I could pass for a tanned white girl. And not even that tanned. His head was heavy, and I could feel my legs going to sleep under me, but I knew I wouldn't be able to shift his gargantuan weight, and I didn't have the heart to wake him. I buried my face in his silky black hair and inhaled his deliciously musky and distinctly male scent. I was just slipping into the beginnings of sleep when Jake jerked awake.

"Whoa, Sneh? What time is it?" he asked, disorientated.

"S'only half twelve," I murmured sleepily. I gasped as he lifted his head of my legs and I felt the blood rushing back into them.

"Let's get to bed, honey. Come on, up you get." He said softly, while half lifting me awkwardly off the sofa.

"You'll have to carry me. I can't move my legs; you're so damn heavy." He smiled apologetically and swung me easily into his arms. Before I had a chance to really get comfortable, he dumped me on the bed.

"Have you got clothes to sleep in?" he asked, removing his sweats. I was rendered momentarily speechless by the sight of him in nothing but pale grey, tight fitting boxers.

"Um…" I fumbled, trying to remember the question. "Oh, er… no. I'll just wear one of your T-shirts." He rolled his eyes at my presumptiveness, but he tossed me a brown shirt from his closet. I laughed out loud when I saw the slogan: 'Quileute and Proud'. He just shrugged and smiled. I quickly stripped off my sweater and tank top until I was just in my bra and leggings. Luckily I had a nice bra on today; black and lacy with a pink bow in the middle. I was examining the patterns the lace made on my skin, when Jacob looked up and noticed my lack of clothing. I glanced at him expectantly to find him speechlessly staring at my chest. I cleared my throat loudly.

"Do you mind?" I asked pointedly.

"Whoa, girl, put them away!" he yelled, a little too late, and pretended to shield his eyes and stumble around as if he had been blinded. I rolled my eyes at his antics, and proceeded to pull his shirt over my head, but inside, I was thrilling. He had looked at me! And in an obviously non-platonic way. And I recognised the look in his eyes. He had looked at my legs in the same way when he opened the door for me. I looked at him speculatively. He was still covering his eyes.

"You can look at me now; I'm decent."

"Sure?"

"Completely and utterly."

As soon as he opened his eyes, I began to slide off my leggings. I had the satisfaction of watching his eyes popping out of their sockets before he controlled his expression. I smiled inwardly. Although his shirt was ridiculously large on me, it was short enough to be considered slutty if worn in public without tights or leggings. Perfect. Another idea came to me in a flash of inspiration. I reached under my top and behind my back in a weak attempt to undo my bra.

"Jake," I whined, "I can't undo my bra strap!"

"What d'you want me to do about it?" I looked at him meaningfully and went to stand in front of him with my back facing him. He hesitated.

"I know you don't have any experience with bras, honey, but it's not that difficult," I soothed.

"I've had plenty of experience with bras, I'll have you know." He said, overly defensively.

"Sure, sweetie. You probably need to wear one, looking at the size of those moobs."

"Actually their pecs, and…"

"OK, whatever, just undo it, will you?" I interrupted impatiently. I felt his hands tremble as they reached for the hem of my shirt and as they travelled slowly up my back. His inexperience showed when he fumbled a bit with the hook, but too soon his hands left my body. I sighed softly, but controlled the wistfulness of my expression before I turned around.

"Thank you sweetheart," I sang, stretching up on tiptoes to peck him on the cheek. He shook his head, as if to dispel an unwanted thought, then yawned hugely. He got into bed, wordlessly dragging me with him. It was luck I was so petite because he took up most of the space in the double bed. Since I was likely to get crushed if I slept anywhere else, I curled up on his chest and waited for sleep to find me. I had been just about to fall asleep when Jacob had woken me, but now sleep was avoiding me like the plague. I felt wide awake and was boiling in the loose circle of Jake's arms. I heaved at them, but they wouldn't budge, so I wriggled down and out of his grip. It was still too hot in the room. I cracked open the window, welcoming the cool, briny breeze which caressed my face gently. I glanced at the clock, ten past one. Plenty of time for a stroll. I shoved against the stiff window frame until the gap was wide enough for me to slip out of.

I wandered aimlessly through the sleeping reservation, but inevitably, I ended up on the beach again. I stared out at the endless grey sea and dark sky. Suddenly feeling agoraphobic, I rushed for the cover of the trees, hoping to find comfort in the familiar undergrowth. I walked deeper into the forest, the pressing gloom of the trees more welcoming than the emptiness of the beach. I had no fear of getting lost. All I had to do was climb a tree and stick my head above the canopy to get my bearings. I walked a while longer, enjoying the relative silence, broken only by the sound of my bare feet squishing the damp earth.

"Sneh!" the deep voice shattered my silence and sent the birds screeching from their roosts.

"Are you OK? Why are you here? What happened?" turned around, all but trembling with rage.

"Get out of my life." I spat, coldly and distinctly, only just managing to get the words out through my tightly clenched teeth.

"Jeez, we're just trying to help," muttered Jared belligerently.

"Have you been hurt?" persisted Sam.

"Why the fuck would it matter to you? I'm just taking a walk anyway."

"You honestly expect us to believe that?" Paul guffawed. I whipped round, the wind chaotic in my hair, and gave Paul the iciest look I could manage.

"Fuck off."

"Why should I? Ungrateful little whore. We're wasting our lives trying to help you out, and you tell us to fuck off? …"

"Paul, cool it." Said Sam, authoritatively.

"God, Paul, chillax. Overreaction much?" said Jared, rolling his eyes.

"Talking like a girl much?" I added under my breath, but nobody heard. Everyone was watching Paul as another violent shudder ripped through his body.

"Whoa, WTF?!" I yelled as the boy in front of me exploded into a huge silver-grey wolf with his teeth bared, growling distinctly in my direction.

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