A/N: New Moon. Cullen's never returned and everyone has gone wolf. Jake/Bella. GG is my wonderful awesome Beta who fixed this up for me. She came up with "Drunk Me" cos she's fabulous. Thanks so much darling. Also thank you JJ for showing me just how much Teenage Dream is a perfect song for Jake and Bella.

You think I'm pretty
Without any make-up on
You think I'm funny
When I tell the puch line wrong
I know you get me
So I'll let my walls come down, down

Before you met me
I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy
You brought me to life
Now every February
You'll be my valentine, valentine

Teenage Dream – Katy Perry

One Real Kiss

I was drunk. Not a little drunk, but a lot drunk. I was so drunk that the word drunk no longer fit just how drunk I was. I needed a new word. A better word. I looked over at Jake, whose eyes were focused on the dark road, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"Jake, I'm drunk," I told him, my words slurring a little.

"I know, honey," he sighed, his face lit up by the glow of the dashboard.

I shook my head at him. "No, you don't know. I'm like sodrunk right now," I explained, throwing my hands out to prove just how smashed I was. One of my hands hit him in the face.

"Bella, I know," he repeated, grabbing my hand and placing it in my lap. I laughed at him, twisting our fingers together.

"I'm so drunk, I'm crunk," I announced loudly, giving him a very serious look. Jake shook his head as small smile crept onto his face.

"You're so lame," he said with a little laugh, glancing over at me.

"I'm not lame, I'm awesome," I snorted, rolling down the window of the Rabbit. I leaned my head out as far as I could with the restraint of the seat belt.

"I'm awesome!" I yelled out into the quiet street. Jake grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back into the car.

"Jeez, Bella, you're worse than Embry when he has had one too much peach schnapps," he muttered, his eyes darting back and forth between me and the road. I shot Jake a look and crossed my arms over my chest. The urge to stick my tongue out at him like a child was almost overwhelming. Drunk Me was all for it though. Drunk Me was also pushing me to look at Jake. Like, really look. There was nothing to look at really, it was just Jake, but Drunk Me was insistent. I decided to humor her.

Jake was trying to hide a grin none too successfully. Yeah, nothing special, I told myself, but Drunk Me wasn't having that. I found my eyes lingering on his strong jaw, the way his bicep strained the sleeve of his tight black shirt. Drunk Me was all but erecting an neon sign that said, 'Jacob Black is hot'. My eyes widened because Drunk Me was definitely right. Jake was hot; how had I not seen it before? I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol talking, or the fact that we had been gradually sliding into the more-than-friends category over the last few weeks. I shook my head vigorously – it was the alcohol. Maybe.

"What are you looking at, Bells?" Jake asked suddenly, his eyes still on the road. I managed not to jump out of my skin and turned away quickly. If only you knew, I thought. A small laugh escaped my lips and I clapped my hand over my mouth.

"Are you laughing at me?" He glanced over at me, his voice full of suspicion.

"Uh…" I tried to will my brain to work, but it kept pointing out just how nice Jacob's skin looked and how strong his shoulders would feel if I touched them. Jake was still watching me and it made butterflies explode in my belly.

"You are staring again, Bells. If I didn't know better, I'd say you had the hots for me," he said cheekily and I felt my face flush. Drunk Me crowed with victory and was all for flirting with Jake. I looked at his right hand, resting on the gear shift and reached out. I traced a little circle on the back of it, enjoying that his skin was so warm. Jacob cleared his throat and I looked back up at him. I didn't want to go home yet; I wanted to stay with Jake, I decided.

"Jake, I wanna go back to the beach," I whined as he let got of my hand to reach across me to roll up my window, his eyes never leaving the road. Stupid werewolf skills.. I did want to go back to the beach, though. For the first time in ages I had had fun. I had laughed and joked with people other than Jacob and it had felt good.

"It is one am Bella, and you were supposed be home an hour ago. Charlie's going to kill us," Jake muttered as he turned left down my street. The street lights lit up his features again, and I traced his straight nose and high cheekbones with my eyes. Yeah, Drunk Me was right. Jake was definitely hot. But I just couldn't understand why he was wearing a shirt. He never wore a shirt and he had to wear one now? Just as I'm learning to appreciate his hotness?

"But I want to dance!" I moaned. I was surprised that I did end up dancing tonight, given the fact that I'm such a klutz. Quil had coaxed me out of my seat after my third vodka, and lemonade and I had found that dancing wasn't really that bad. After my fifth vodka, I had been dancing on my own, 'round and 'round the bonfire. Jake had needed to save me from falling into the fire more than once.

"You danced enough. You should be all danced out," Jake said softly, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he turned into my drive. I noticed all the lights in the house were off as he killed the engine.

"You suck," I mumbled as the headlights flickered off.

Jake glanced over at me. "What?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. Drunk Me found this hilarious. I burst into laughter and poked him in the belly.

"Nothing!" I giggled. Jake glanced toward the dark house quickly and then shook his head at me.

"Bella, you've gotta be quiet. I don't want to wake up Charlie, okay?" he warned, pushing my hands away from his stomach.

"Shhhhh!" I grinned at him whilst holding my finger to my lips. Jake rolled his eyes at me. I undid my seatbelt, which I found to be surprisingly difficult. I got all twisted up in it, and it took a lot of concentration to become untangled.

"Freedom!" I cheered as I escaped from the seatbelt. I heard a snicker and looked over at Jake, whose shoulders were shaking with barely contained laughter.

"Are you laughing at me?" I snapped at him, echoing his words from earlier. Jacob shook his head, still grinning.

"Okay, let's go inside," he announced abruptly, ignoring my profound accomplishment, and reached toward the door handle. I reached out and grabbed his wrist with one hand, the other twisting into his shirt front.

"No, let's stay outside," I pleaded, pulling myself closer to him. The gearshift stuck into my hip, but I didn't mind. He was so warm and smelt so good. Like sunshine and the forest after a rainstorm, all at once. I knew that if I wasn't this drunk, I would never have rubbed myself up again him like this, but I just couldn't stop myself; I wanted to be close to him. I laid my head against his strong chest, his heartbeat slow and steady under my ear.

"Bella, why are you doing this now?" Jake groaned, and I could feel the vibration of it in his chest. It sounded delicious. His hot hands were on my shoulders, trying to push me away. I tried not to pout as I looked up at him through my eyelashes, my chin still resting on his chest. Jake never pushed me away.

"'Cause I wanna kiss you and, like, that would be really weird in front of Charlie," I told him boldly, watching his mouth drop open with satisfaction.

"What?" he gasped his hands still for a moment on my skin.

"Kiss me, Jake," I all but purred, my hands sneaking their way up his body. My fingers wrapped around the base of his neck and tried to pull him closer. I frowned when he tipped his head back so all I could see was his throat, his Adam's apple bobbing. He let out a frustrated groan. I tugged on his neck again, but he reached up and pulled my hands from his feverish skin. I let out a whimper of disappointment.

"Bella, you're really drunk. I don't think we should," he whispered as he dropped his head back down to look at me. He pushed my hands back gently, but as soon as he let go, I scrambled onto my knees. I wriggled into his lap, his hot hands on my hips.

"Bella, please, you are making this really hard for me," he muttered under his breath, his eyes closing tight. I gripped his shirt with one hand and dropped my face to his shoulder, inhaling the smell that was so uniquely Jacob.

"Oh, come on, you know you want to," I whispered in his ear whilst tugging at his shirt. "And why are you wearing this? You never ever wear a shirt. You should take it off."

"Yeah, tomorrow, ok? When you're not intoxicated," Jake grunted, pushing on my hips. The boy would just not let up. I pressed my mouth against his neck, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. My body throbbed at the little gasp he allowed to escape his lips. I tried to move closer to his heat, but his hands wouldn't let me. They were pushing me back, and with a groan, Jake managed to dump me back into the passenger seat so quickly I didn't even have time to try and stop him. I looked over at him, stunned for a moment by my sudden position change.

"You are a party pooper," I huffed at him, wrapping my arms over my chest. I felt cold without his heat and I wanted it back. I wanted to kiss him more in that moment than I'd ever wanted anything. Jake grabbed the door handle and the cool night air flowed into the small car.

"You will thank me tomorrow," he assured me as he stepped out of the Rabbit.

"Not likely," I grumbled as Jake made his way to my side. Why did Jake have to be chivalrous tonight of all nights? Especially when I had finally found some small scrap of courage to tell him I did want to kiss him?

Our relationship had most definitely shifted in the last few weeks. Causal touches lingered longer than they should. When he would glance at my way it would set off deep burn inside me. And the innuendo filled flirting was enough to have me red faced for days at a time. But we hadn't kissed yet, and right now, I sowanted him to kiss me. I wanted to know what his lips would feel like against mine and if he would taste as good as he smelled.

I kicked my door with as much force as I could muster from my wobbly legs. The door flew open and I heard Jake's shoes scruff against the concert drive way. Big hands wrapped around the frame and I looked up at Jake sheepishly.

"You just about took my legs out," he accused, and I stifled back a laugh. Serves you right, Dunk Me thought.

"Wouldn't they just grow back, you being a werewolf and all?" I asked seriously.

Jake rolled his eyes at me. "Yeah, I'm good Bells, but I ain't that good."

"I bet you would be that good Jake." Jacobs's eyes bugged at the obvious innuendo. I grabbed the door handle and got out of the Rabbit. Well, tried to, anyway. I actually fell out onto my knees. Thank God for jeans, otherwise my knees would have been scraped up for sure. I felt hot hands wrap around my rib cage, lifting me up. Jake didn't let me go once I got to my feet, and instead he swept me up into his arms bridal style. The heat was back and I wrapped my arms around his neck. My fingers danced over his shoulders and I liked that they were as strong as I had thought they would be.

"Wee!" I giggled as he carried me, the whole world whirling around me. The only thing that wasn't spinning was Jake's face just above mine; yeah, we definitely needed to move into the more-than-friends thing. I flung an arm out as we reached the door, banging on it loudly.

"Bella, we're trying to sneak in," Jake hissed under his breath.

"Sneaky, sneaky," I laughed at him, my hands running over his chest, wondering why I had not noticed before just how gorgeous my best friend was. It was more than looks, too. Jake was funny and smart and always made me feel better no matter how down in the dumps I was. The fact that he had a stomach you could grate cheese on was just an added bonus.

The front door flew open then and a thunderous Charlie appeared. I glanced at him and smiled. His hair was sticking up in a million directions and the sleep creases on his face told me he had nodded off on the couch while waiting for me.

"Dad!" I tried to sound contrite, but it came out more as a hysterical giggle. I heard Jake groan.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" Charlie muttered, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"Sorry, Charlie. I, uh, guess I didn't check my watch," Jake lied unconvincingly.

"Watchy watch," I hooted. Charlie looked from me to Jacob and back to me again. Even with my blurred vision I could see the vein start to pop out on his forehead.

"Is she drunk?" Charlie asked, looking at Jake, his voice dangerously quiet.

"Um…" I had never seen Jake's confidence fail him before. He shifted nervously and my legs bounced as he fidgeted.

"You gave my underage daughter alcohol?" Charlie's voice was rising in volume quickly. His face was red.

"It's ok, Dad, Jake looked after me," I assured him, even though it sounded like mush coming out of my mouth. "Quil wanted to do body shots, but Jake wouldn't let me because he sucks! But that's ok, 'cause I was gonna kiss him-"

"You gave my daughter alcohol and then you tried to take advantage of her?" Charlie cut me off as he stepped closer to us.

"I would never do that! Ok, yeah, she had a drink or two-" Jake stuttered, taking a step backwards. I laughed because it was funny to see Jake scared of my Dad. I mean, he could turn into a werewolf and he was scared of Charlie?

Jacob's words finally sunk into my alcohol riddled brain and I shook my head at him. "Or five! Or was it six? I forget." I tried to correct him, but the details of the evening were sort of hazy now.

"You're not helping, Bella," Jake hissed at me.

"Sure I am! And then we danced and there was music!" I sang excitedly and flung my arms up, smacking Jacob on the chin. "Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight!"

Jake looked back up at Charlie with a sheepish expression on his face. I reached up and poked him in the cheek. He had stubble and it pricked my fingertip.

"I'm really sorry, Charlie. I'll go just let me just take her up to bed," Jacob told my dad while trying to dodge out of the way of my hand. I was sneaky though, and got him in the chest instead.

"You're not setting foot into this house, Jacob Black," Charlie all but growled. I turned away from Jake to pout at my Dad. First Jacob was the party pooper and now it was Charlie!

"Aw, come on, Dad. We will be super duper good," I pleaded.

"I'm just gonna put her to bed Charlie. I'd never try anything like that. You know me," Jake promised. Dad glared at Jacob with such intensity that he should have become a smoldering spot on the ground. But, my drunk mind protested, that would kind of suck because I would lose my more-than-a-best-friend, never mind the fact that I'm pretty sure the bruise I'd get on my bum would be epic if I fell from this height.

"Pleeeease?" I begged, fluttering my lashes at him innocently. Charlie could never resist that, even when I was little. It pretty much guaranteed me to get away with murder. Charlie broke eye contact and heaved a heavy sigh.

"Fine, but if you're not back down here in two minutes, I'm coming up with my shot gun. And it's loaded," he warned, opening the door a little wider so that Jake could squeeze in passed him. Jake turned to walk up the stairs and my head fell back. I waved good-night to Charlie as Jake slowly made his way toward my room.

"Watch your head," he muttered as he used his knee to push my bedroom door open. I grabbed a hold of his neck again and hoisted myself up. If carrying me up a flight of stairs had strained Jake at all, he didn't show it. His heartbeat was still steady and his breathing was even. He placed me gently on my bed and pried my fingers away from his skin. I felt him undoing my sneakers and my eyes drifted shut. It felt like the bed was spinning.

"Night, Bella," I heard Jake whisper. He sounded far off and my eyes opened quickly. His back was to me and he was already at the door. I sat up, pushing the covers off me.

"Hey, you can't go yet," I told him sternly. I wanted Jacob to stay. I wanted him to crawl into the bed next to me and just hold me. He looked down at me from his ridiculous height. I stretched out a hand to him and he dropped to his knees, taking my hand. He pulled the blankets over me again.

"Your Dad is about to get his gun out and shoot me Bells. I gotta go," He reminded me gently. He squeezed my fingers. He couldn't go yet - I wasn't ready for him to leave. I watched as he licked his lips nervously and I just wanted him to kiss me.

"No, you have to kiss me first," I insisted softly. I let go of his hand and ran my fingers over his cheekbone.

"Bella," he sighed, leaning into my hand, his eyes closed. But then they opened after a moment, and he pried my fingers from his face. The rejection stung.

"You owe me a kiss," I demanded. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the fact that it hurt that he wouldn't kiss me. Jake sighed and reached over the bed, pulling me closer to him. His warmth was amazing; I just wanted to bury my head in his chest and never, ever leave. I had been stupid to think that we could just be friends. I tilted my face up towards him, and his large hot hands cupped my cheeks. I closed my eyes, my heart hammering as I waited for his lips to brush against mine. But then I felt warm lips press against my forehead. I scowled.

"I meant a real kiss," I told him, my fingers gripping his biceps. They flinched under my touch.

"Tomorrow, if you still feel like kissing me, I'll kiss you Bella, ok?" he whispered, his words husky against my fore head.

"Oh, I will. You owe me a real kiss, Jacob Black," I promised him as he pulled back. He smiled at me and I felt his warm fingers ran down my cheek. My eyes closed against my will as the warmth from his hand seeped into my skin. As I drifted into darkness, I was sure I heard him say one last thing:

"I love you, Bella."

When I woke up the next day, my head was pounding. I could hear Charlie banging around downstairs making food and it was way too loud. I glanced at my alarm clock. It read 2:38 pm. Holy crow, I had slept all day! I jumped out of bed and my stomach heaved.

I am never drinking again, I vowed as I stumbled to the bathroom. I couldn't remember too much; just the heat of the bonfire and lots of laughter. I vaguely remembered Jake carrying me up the stairs to the bedroom. I felt my face heat up as a vivid memory of me begging him for a kiss popped into my mind. Then, other blurry memories flooded me; of us in the car, his hands on my hips, my lips on his neck.

I am definitelynever drinking again.

I wanted to be more than friends with Jacob; really, I did. But not while being completely obliterated. Oh Lord, he probably thinks the worst of me right now. I cringed in embarrassment as I pushed the door to the bathroom open, shielding my face against the bright light filtering through the window. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I stepped in front of the mirror. I dropped my hands and glanced at my reflection.

I burst out laughing.

I was expecting to see crazy hair and bags under my eyes, not a fluorescent yellow post it note attached to my forehead. I leant closer to read it in the mirror. It had a big pair of red lips drawn on it in magic marker and Jacob's messy writing scrawled underneath.

I.O.U

One real kiss.

Love, Jake

I pulled it off my head, a grin on my face, my upset tummy and pounding head ache forgotten. I felt a rush of warmth as I smiled, re-reading his note.

Oh, we were so going to jump into the more-than-friends category. Soon…

No! Today.

I bit my lip and walked quickly back to my room. I snatched up my phone and dialed the number I knew by heart.

"Hello?" Jake's deep voice answered after the fourth ring.

"I believe you own me a kiss. A proper kiss," I whispered into the phone softly.

"I'll be right over," Jake said quickly, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

We officially became more than friends that evening.

I kept the post it note.