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The Return of Bad Judgment

'I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.'

-Robert Frost

"My Jacob…"

He was kneeling over me, his eyes locked with mine. I felt his hand slide up under my nightshirt and take hold of my throat. His eyes were wild with anger and lust and they almost scared me. But I could never be scared of him…

"Jacob please…"

He wouldn't listen. He held me down and kissed my lips passionately. He poured his soul into the kiss, willing me to fall deep. His hands released my throat and I knew he wasn't trying to hurt me. He was trying to convince me. I heard a wolf cry out in the distance but I ignored the sound. He ignored it too.

He finally spoke to me. "I love you Bella. I'm here…"

His hands lowered to my legs, his body slipping between them.

I knew what I wanted him to do.

Then he disappeared.

I awoke from the dream to Edward stroking my neck. It was only a dream. I was here in Edward's bed and I was dreaming about Jacob. What a horrible girlfriend I was; no, not girlfriend anymore- fiancé! My eyes weren't open yet but Edward knew I was no longer sleeping.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he got up from the bed and walked over to look out the window.

"Yes. Why?" I asked a bit groggily. I wondered if maybe I had said something in my sleep. Knowing my luck I probably had.

"I think you were having a nightmare," he responded, his eyes still peering through the glass, almost looking for something or someone in the thick woods.

"I think so too," was all I said in return.

He finally turned to look at me and he looked happy enough. I didn't want to think about what might be going on in his head.

"I'll let you get dressed. We'll be leaving soon. We have a long hike ahead of us- well more of a ride than a hike for you."

I had almost forgotten about the camping trip. I'd be seeing the object of my dream/nightmare very soon. The thought chilled me to the bone. I almost wished that Jacob wouldn't show this afternoon, but I knew that he would.

We were on our way when I started feeling bitter. Edward had not given into me that night. I tried my hardest but it was of no use. He wouldn't so much as let me take my shirt off. How are you supposed to entice someone without, at least, the luxury of being topless? He told me that we had to wait to consummate our relationship until after we were married.

I am engaged, the thought occurred to me again as we walked. It never failed to stun me each time I was reminded of it throughout the day. I could recall the idea of marriage being a good one when I accepted his proposal, but I couldn't shake the feeling that it was the wrong thing to do. I really would do anything to hold on to Edward. Even go as far as to do the one thing that I swore I would never do- get married straight out of high school. Damn Edward and his vampire morals.

To top it off I hadn't even gotten what I wanted yet. He was going to get everything he wanted first. I guess I deserved as much. But I felt as if I needed to have sex with Edward right away to erase my memory of the experience I'd had with Jacob. I would not refer to it as sex- that only made me feel worse about it.

I guessed that Edward didn't know exactly what had happened with Jacob and he certainly didn't probe me for any details. I figured that he didn't know because a big reason he had for denying me sex was to protect my virtue; my innocence. I doubted he would consider me one of the innocents if I had just fucked a werewolf. That was as far from innocent as things got.

What had he thought happened- I changed into Jacob's shirt after we made out on the couch? He couldn't have noticed that I was without underwear because Jacob's shirt practically fell down to my knees- but still. He had to think something significant happened if he was willing to pick up and leave with his family again to let me have a life with Jacob. What was the significant event he had in his mind?

No, he must've known something big had happened that day. He was just using the whole virtue excuse to make me hold off on becoming one of them. He never wanted to take my life away from me. He considered me damned once I became a vampire like him. What good would it do for me to hold on to my virginity until marriage? That would hardly get me into the pearly gates of heaven once we died. If we ever died, that part was questionable, I just knew that I would have already amassed numerable sins after I made my transformation anyway. If I was going to go to hell he should have been willing to let me decide what sins were listed on my record- premarital sex being one of them.

I knew he would never hurt me either. He seemed unsure of his ability to keep under control while making love to me. It was an unwarranted fear. I trusted his self control more than he did. Maybe I was foolish, but I always trusted him despite the fact that he was constantly reminding me not to. The combination of him not wanting to hurt me- and him not wanting me to go to hell made me feel ridiculously overprotected.

He had already hurt me before by leaving me and I was going to go to hell no matter what I did at this point. I was a liar and a cheater and a heartbreaker and soon I'd be a bloodsucking newborn monster. Hell was inevitable.

I didn't know why I wasted my time pondering a possible hell when I was on my way to a definite hell, seeing Jacob. Edward was taking me to see Jacob so that he could safely take me far from the clearing, masking my scent in the process. The newborns wouldn't be able to find me this way, we hoped. I was not prepared to face Jacob after what had transpired.

Also, that dream had shaken me. The memory of his touch could not be dimmed or forgotten, no matter how hard I tried to preoccupy myself with wedding ideas or kisses from Edward. I needed something else big to make it fade, and that apparently would not be happening anytime soon. Now I would have to face him, with our wounds still fresh.

Suddenly, there he was. I could see him step out from behind a shadowed tree and I quickly gauged his expression. He looked as if he had made up his mind to be civil. As Edward explained to him where we would be going he was all business.

I knew once I was in his arms and we were flying up the mountain that I wouldn't be as lucky.

"Are we going to talk about what happened?" he asked me warily after about fifteen minutes of small talk.

"I'd rather not if you don't mind." I knew Edward was pretty far away at this point but I was never sure just how strong his abilities were. Could he hear us? Jacob didn't seem to care.

"He was lying you know. I never told him to leave you. I barely told him anything. You sure know how to boost my confidence. My first sexual experience and the girl tells me she hates me right after. I never should have left; he set me up for that. We'd probably still be going at it right now if it weren't for him showing up."

So we were going to talk about it. Here was the torture I'd been expecting. I promised myself internally to not let him get to me- and to not be cruel towards him. I could understand where he was coming from. Maybe he hadn't broken his promise to me but it was an impossible promise to keep. I felt bad about the way I'd treated him that night.

"I seriously doubt that we'd still be going at it and I never said I hated you by the way."

"You might as well have. I wish you weren't so stupid. I wish you could admit that you're in love with me and stop clinging to that asshole." He slowed his run and looked at my face. I would not falter under his stare. I kept my face serious and stern.

"Listen- I tried to make you happy but it's making everything difficult. The jig is up. You know how I feel about you, don't make me say it. I don't want to lead you on anymore."

He wasn't impressed with my mature rebuff, "Are you nuts? You'll open your legs for me but you won't tell me you're in love with me because that would be leading me on? Would it make you feel better to write another letter?"

"I did that because you convinced me it was the right thing to do! Don't talk like that. You make me sound so dirty. I just..."

He cut me off, his voice turning lewd; "You are dirty. You had sex with me- you're a dirty, dirty girl."

"Will you please stop saying that? Please?"

"Why- you think he's listening? He's a good five miles away!" he shouted and I visibly flinched at the sudden anger in his voice.

He noticed and calmed down before he started again. "Anyway, you think he even cares? He knows he has you hooked like some love sick puppy. Nothing I do will ever be enough to get you away from him. He's probably glad you fooled around with me. Now he can guilt you into staying with him and he doesn't have to put out as much. Did you tell him exactly what happened, or did he guess from my thoughts? I tried not to think of anything specific…"

I couldn't imagine Edward feeling glad that I had messed around with Jacob, but it did make sense that I get my rocks off with someone else and save him the effort of trying desperately not to kill me. Maybe that was why he wasn't mad. Was he so worried that merely being with me in an intimate way would set him off that he'd be willing to let me experiment with Jacob? I focused on answering Jacob instead of reading into his ideas.

"He doesn't know we did that. I don't think he knows anyway- and I stay with him because I need him! My life would not be the same without him in it."

Jacob looked depressed by that statement. His hope never wavered that I'd suddenly decide that I didn't need Edward around. I tried to give him some consolation. "I wish that was enough to make me feel whole. For some crazy reason I can't let go of you either. I need you in my life too you know."

That seemed to aggravate him more than please him.

"It's just some crazy reason, huh? You're sick Bella. You really make me question your sanity on a regular basis," he spit back at me but his tone quickly turned somber. "And don't think I'm going to stick around after you turn into a leech. Once you cross that line I can't be around you anymore."

"Jake…" I whispered and touched one hand to his face. But there was no point in arguing over that aspect. Werewolf, vampire- enemy, friend. I knew he wouldn't let go of me that easily, no matter what I became.

I slipped slightly from his grip and I felt his hand graze my ass as he tried to recover his hold. I couldn't stop the tingle within my stomach and I shivered as I remembered his intimate touch. Hopefully he thought I was just really cold. It was freezing out after all.

The minutes ticked by and we didn't say anything. The silence was deafening so I figured I'd say something to ease the tension.

"Are we close? How much further is it?"

"We're making a detour," he responded.

Panic struck me. Detour?

"What do you mean?" I whispered nervously.

"Well, your darling Edward said he'd see us in a couple of hours so I figure it won't matter if we make a little stop and finish what we started on the way."

"No way- Jake!"

I tried to jump out of his arms. I struggled against his grip as if my life depended on it.

When my attempts at release were unsuccessful I tried to reason with him. "Let me go. I'll go the rest of the way by myself. I'm not finishing anything so you might as well just let me go now."

"Yeah sure, I doubt you're in the mood to get lost in the freezing cold. Besides, you know you want it," he smirked.

"That sounds like something a rapist would say," I sneered, hoping that would break his hold.

"Bella, don't even joke about that. I'd never rape you," I was slightly comforted by those words- until he spoke again.

"You can't rape the willing." He was absurdly cocky.

He knew by now that I was weak in my resolve but I knew that I would not be able to give in to him now that I was engaged to Edward. That would be beyond wrong. But I wanted his touch. I was excited by the idea of him dragging me off into the mountains and having his way with me. I was sex deprived and he was all I knew of that feeling- that desperate need for release and fulfillment. I knew if he tried to pursue this that I would not be able to say no. I had to get him to give up. It was my only hope.

"I cannot finish anything Jacob! I gave you what you wanted! You were my first and you can hold on to that forever. You'll always be my first and I'll always be yours and that has to be enough. Don't make this harder for me…"

"Bella, that was barely a first anything. There are so many things I want to do to you that I didn't get to do. You think I want to remember putting my dick inside of you and then flipping out and turning into a wolf because your bloodsucker boyfriend was hanging around outside somewhere? Does that sound like a wonderful memory to hold on to?"

He had a point. I couldn't let him know that. "No. But…"

"But nothing. You don't choose me, right? I can't be the most important thing in your life or the person you go to sleep with and wake up thinking about every morning. I don't get to have you on that level even though I want you that way so fucking bad."

He dropped me onto my feet and I almost stumbled and fell. He caught my arm to hold me steady. When I regained my balance I tried to pull my arm away, to see if he'd let go and surprisingly he did.

"Go ahead and run if you want, I won't stop you. Heck I'll walk behind you the whole way to make sure you wind up safely in his arms. But if you really give a shit about me and you want to give me my perfect memory, which was what you agreed to do in the first place, then you'll stay." He finished his speech and closed his eyes in anticipation of my response.

I could run, I thought but I'd never make it all the way to Edward. I'd eventually have to turn around and ask Jacob for directions. That would be awkward.

I could stay, I thought instead. I had promised Jacob an experience and I hadn't really gotten the chance to deliver. I had made so much headway with Edward though! He did agree to give in to me once we were married and before I was a vampire. I was close to getting everything, would this change that? Not every fucked up thing I did would always turn out so easily forgiven, would it? Maybe the other time was interrupted on purpose; an intervention from a higher power that knew I'd be in trouble if things went too far.

I didn't know what the right thing to do was.

"You always do this to me." I complained. I had taken a step away from him, and then taken a step towards him. My body was torn between two worlds.

He opened his eyes and stared at me, hard. "Okay, times up!"

He swiftly lifted me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder. The sudden action knocked the wind out of me. I struggled to find the words to say. "Wait. I didn't decide."

"I think you did." He laughed, he suddenly had a lighter step and I could tell he was pleased by my non-decision.

I found myself smiling at his light hearted laugh and I knew that I wouldn't fight this. How could I be so dense as to think that this would not happen again? Edward practically gave me the go ahead anyway by sending me off alone with Jacob. It was entirely his fault. There I go blaming Edward again. But he had turned me down. If only he would have given in to my desire. If only he would have helped me erase the memory of Jacob. If only I wasn't fragile human Bella- maybe this wouldn't be happening. I refused to be plagued by thoughts of if only's.

"Tell me what we're going to do." I prodded him suggestively, giving in to my carnal urges. It was so easy to be bad with Jacob. No matter what the outcome and how much heartache I felt when things were done and over with- I always seemed to come back for more.

"First we're going to find a nice spot. Then I'm going to warm you up." His words sounded intriguing. I wanted to hear more but I could barely concentrate with all of the bouncing up and down on his shoulder.

"I could walk next to you. You don't have to carry me."

He scoffed at the idea of letting me go again. "And risk you changing your mind and running away? That's okay."

"I won't change my mind," I whispered as close to his ear as I could reach.

He turned his head towards me and whispered back; "So says the crazy lady who changes her mind every five minutes."

I ignored his dig at my indecisiveness. "Tell me what else you're going to do to me."

He paused to think and then slowly answered, "I'm going to taste you from head to toe, and then I'm going to fuck you proper."

I felt the wetness begin to form between my legs. His voice made it sound so obscene.

"Don't you mean, make love to me proper?"

"No. I don't make love to people who don't choose me. You want me to make love to you then you better rethink your decisions."

What? I wasn't expecting that kind of response out of him. He didn't give me a chance to react before he was saying something else I didn't expect.

"In fact, I refuse to kiss you. I think kissing should be reserved for people that are in love with me, and not just stuck on me for some crazy reason."

The idea of him not wanting to kiss me hurt my feelings. I never thought that Jacob would be able to withhold his want so much, just to prove a point or teach me a lesson.

I didn't want him to treat me like some whore he was fucking. That wouldn't make a good memory, would it?

"That's kind of mean Jake." I answered, my voice revealing the hurt I felt.

He didn't respond. I guess he figured it was mean of me to want to spend the rest of eternity with Edward and not him. That was probably more painful to him than any denial he offered me.

I felt his body come to a halt and I knew he had found a spot. I couldn't bring myself to feel excited by what was to come, with this new information he had given me. Now all I wanted to do was kiss him. I wanted to make him kiss me.

When he put me back down on my feet, I turned to see the spot he had chosen. It was perfect. There were patches of grass coming down off the side of a deep indentation in the rock bed. If we wedged into the natural nook we would not be seen. Not that there was anybody around to see us, I could only pray. How long had we been gone already? Would Edward be out looking for us yet? With his speed it wouldn't take long to find us.

He took me by the hand and led me into the crevice. Now I felt the familiar anticipation building up inside of me again. He stopped in front of me and started to unzip my jacket.

"I shouldn't be doing this," I couldn't help but feel the guilt along with the attraction.

"This is exactly what you should be doing. You shouldn't do any of the other shit." He mumbled as the zipper reached its end and he slid the arms of the jacket down and off. The cold air hit me and I automatically brought my hands up to slide down my arms for friction.

"I told you I'll warm you up," he insisted as he stepped closer and pressed his body against me. It felt like leaning into the heating vents of my truck. I pushed back against him to soak up as much of his warmth as I could.

While my face pressed into his chest I could feel his hands slide up under the back of my shirt. He leisurely stroked my bare back in smooth circles, massaging me into a state of calm. I was not cold anymore. I pulled away from him and tilted my head up to see his face. I couldn't stop myself, "Kiss me."

"No," he replied without even stopping to think about it. Instead of kissing my lips he bent down to kiss my neck. His mouth was just as warm as his hands. I felt chills go up my spine as his hands found their way into my jeans to massage my ass. His kisses trailed down from my neck to my arm and he had to kneel before me to go any lower than that.

Once he was on his knees he stuck his head up under my shirt instead of removing it. I knew my nipples were rock hard from both the cold chill blowing in on me and his proximity to them. The slightest touch of his tongue was instant gratification. He sucked one of them through my bra and I reveled in the reaction it caused inside my body.

One of his hands traveled up to the waistband of my jeans. He wrapped his fingers around the middle of the waist and tugged back and forth, causing the crotch of the pants to grind against my center. The buttons came loose this way. He slid the jeans down to my mid thigh and left them there. He was very careful not to give me pneumonia but I wanted the restricting clothes off.

My breath was coming out in pants as he slipped his fingers beneath my panties and began to rub me there. I wondered briefly if I was wetter than last time. Was that possible? Suddenly he removed his hands from my body.

He glided out of the jacket he had brought for me incase of emergency and tossed it onto the ground next to mine. His head dipped out from under my shirt and he looked towards the jackets.

"Here," he said, as he positioned both jackets on the ground like a small blanket. He tugged at my arm and guided me to lie down. I started to sit but he stopped me and turned me over onto my stomach.

It was strange having my shirt halfway hiked up and my pants halfway hiked down; my midsection was colder than the rest of my body without him applying his heat to me. I didn't question his direction and soon he was tugging my underwear down to meet my jeans. My behind caught the next cold breeze and I shivered again. The wind was particularly harsh on my exposed privates, already soaking wet- it felt like the air was tangible and it was stroking my flesh to drive my nerves a little harder.

Then I felt as if I might combust when Jacob snaked out his tongue and licked me from hole to hole. For some reason I didn't anticipate him tasting me there.

He didn't stop his tongue lashing at my pucker, he returned back to his start point and this time licked up the entire length of my crack, stopping to place a kiss at the small of my back. Another gust of wind came through and the wetness on my backside made it feel like a hurricane was blowing, applying all of its pressure to my sex. I never thought I could get so excited by the wind. I was never a big fan of cold wet things but this was my turning point.

Then I was being turned over. Jacob's expression was pure sex, just how I imagined it would be. I loved to see him in this state of mind- over me. The thought of his pleasure from being with me continued to feel like the best thing possible. Was that so wrong- to like the feeling of being wanted? Jacob was the only one that made me feel completely desired.

He kissed my forehead, then my right cheek, then my left cheek- my chin, my jaw. He licked the space between my breasts and his tongue didn't disconnect from my skin until he reached my belly button.

He leaned down towards my groin and I knew what he was going to do. It was what he did best. He started to lap at my center and the sparks flew in my head. I groaned loudly when his mouth covered my clit and sucked at it. His fingers traced the edges of my pussy, but didn't push in. I wanted them to.

Instead he wet his fingers with my fluids and guided them lower, to my ass. I felt one digit slip into my entrance there and the shock of the invasion caused me to suck in a deep breath. His tongue didn't stop stroking me and I felt my release drawing closer.

Jacob could probably sense that I was close but he halted his movements. He was climbing back up my body and tasting every inch of exposed skin on his way up.

"I was…" I panted, somehow trying to explain to him that he should do that just a little longer.

He breathed his answer into the patch of skin behind my ear, "I want you to get off while I'm inside of you."

Hearing him utter those words almost made me come then and there. He was going to be inside of me again. Could I handle it this time? The pain felt like a distant memory but who knew how long it would last. I hadn't made it long enough to find out last time.

I stopped thinking when the cold air hit my legs. My jeans were coming off along with my boots and panties and suddenly pneumonia sounded plausible.

But it was a brief moment of freezing cold before Jacob's body was completely covering me. His face was so close to mine that I tilted my lips forward and tried to capture his. He ducked his head down and licked my jaw instead. The pain of his rejection felt stronger this time.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice laced with pure desire. He slid his own pants down to his knees.

I nodded, unable to find words but knowing that I was ready to try this again.

I hoped that it hurt less with him taking the reins. Upon thinking of him entering me I realized that I hadn't even gotten to see his hardness today. Would the brief memory of it be enough to last me through the years? I attempted to look down between our bodies but at that moment he was thrusting himself into me and I missed it. My head flew back and my mouth flew open and a long gasp left my lips. It felt like he was splitting me in two again, but this time wasn't as bad. This time there was pleasure with the pain, instantly.

"Jake," I said his name unsteadily but could say no more because he was still entering me. He was not finished until I felt like I couldn't take anymore of him in. Then he stopped, leaving himself still inside of me. My body adjusted pretty quickly and the pain dimmed to a slight ache. He wasn't moving. I thought I'd give him some kind of signal that I could take it, so I focused on squeezing every muscle in my body that was connected to him. I tightened my legs around him, I squeezed his arms with my hands, and I gripped his cock tighter with my internal muscles.

He hissed and pulled out slowly. I could feel every inch of him against my walls - grazing me from within. He was hitting those spots, the places that I imagined nobody else could reach. Nobody else could make me feel this good. Could Edward do this? I wondered, but quickly pushed the thought out of my head. This was why Jacob wouldn't kiss me. This was why Edward couldn't trust me. I would constantly compare the two of them like they were pieces of meat. The people I loved didn't deserve the treatment I gave them.

Jacob was unaware of the turmoil in my head, I looked up at his face and he was in another world. Behind the state of bliss he appeared to be in I could see him concentrating on what he was doing.

He thrust slowly back into me and my body felt like it was in a fit of hysteria. I was shaking and sweating, despite the cold all around me, and more importantly I was high. It felt like the greatest adrenaline high I could imagine.

When he pulled back out again it took him less time to slam back into me. Each plunge went this way now. He was pulling out nearly all the way and driving himself back in to the brink at a desperate speed. I felt my body lifting off of the ground to meet each thrust. I was working on pure animal instincts. I didn't recognize myself anymore, I didn't feel like Bella. I was a girl in desperate need for release and Jacob was the only one capable of giving it to me.

"Yes," I cried out as his hands lifted my hips higher and he pushed into me at a deeper angle. I was so close, and I didn't want it to end but I had to give in to the want.

When his fingers started roughly rubbing back and forth against my clit while he was sliding back inside of me, I gave in to the built up pressure.

My orgasm ripped through me as he continued to thrust in and out. There were flashing lights going off behind my eyes and ripples of pleasure traveling through my body. Somehow he kept going, and now with my wetness dripping down my legs I could feel his slick cock going deeper and faster than ever. Electric tingles raced down every one of my extremities and I moaned in a voice that I didn't recognize.

"Oh fuck," I heard Jake gasp and suddenly he was pulling out and stroking his dick feverishly. He kept one hand rubbing my core, extending my pleasure- but I couldn't focus on that. I was focused on the streams of cum shooting out of him and onto the mountain grass. It was like a geyser going off at steady intervals. A part of me wished that he had left it in me or at least put it in my mouth, so I could remember the taste of him better. At least I had gotten to see his hardness again- in a completely different way than I'd ever seen it before. I would definitely remember this vividly.

I would definitely dream about Jacob again after this- just another complication to add to the mix. Somehow I knew Edward would forgive me. Somehow I knew I'd never say the words out loud anyway. I'd always guess if he knew and I'd always wonder if he even cared. This was the best outcome I could ask for. Anything else would be painful.

Jacob was spent, I knew because when I pulled him back on top of me he fell too easily. He was crushing me but I didn't want to disturb his recovery. Maybe this was the right time…

"Kiss me?"

He was more aware than I thought; he looked at me with hard eyes that grew softer as each second passed. "Have you changed your decision?"

I thought about his question. Had I changed my choice? No. Nothing really changed except that now I was closer to Jacob than I'd ever been before. But that didn't change how I felt about Edward- the need in me to be with him. He was going to be my husband! How could I give up what I knew to be the most important thing in my world for something that might not last forever? I knew that once I changed I would have Edward forever. Jacob wasn't a sure thing. Could I give up my world for that?

"I don't know. I can't…" I started.

Thankfully he stopped me before I had to finish my sentence. "Then stop asking me to kiss you. If that's all I have to use against you then I'll use it. The next time you ask me to kiss you I'll have to assume that you've changed your mind. So don't ask until then."

I'd never know the feel of Jacob's lips on mine again. The thought filled me with despair but I knew it was true.

Jacob was on his feet getting dressed so I followed suit. I felt something cold hit my face and I looked up to see that it was starting to snow.

"Oh man, we have to hurry," he stated, noticing the snow at the same time. He reached a hand out to me and I took it, jumping into his safe arms.

We didn't talk about what happened the rest of the way there, but it was all I could think about. Once I saw the tent and Edward's worried figure pacing back and forth anxiously I stopped thinking about it.

After my reunion with Edward, Jacob quickly left to change into wolf form so he could keep a look out. I knew he didn't want to be around us but his loyalty to my safety made me feel special.

As the night drew on and the temperature dropped I couldn't believe I'd ever thought that the weather was a friend of mine. It was beyond freezing. I silently wished for Jacob's heat to surround me again. I couldn't concentrate on anything but the cold.

Then unexpectedly Jacob was there. He crawled into my sleeping bag and wrapped his warm body around me- with Edward only a foot away. Yup, I was definitely going to hell.

A/N: As always feedback is appreciated. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far, you don't know how much it pleases me to have proof that people are actually reading this. It definitely makes it more fun to write. :)

Songs:
(Can't Get My) Head Around You - Offspring (Jacob)
My Life Would Suck Without You - Kelly Clarkson (Bella)
What Happens Tomorrow - Duran Duran (Jacob)
Head Over Heels - Tears for Fears (Bella)