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We walked home with each other, and then we got scolded for walking into the house dripping wet. He told me he needed to talk to Billy, so I took my shower first. After my shower, I watched the game with Billy and Mom; the Lakers were wining five to two. After a short while, I moved over on the couch so Jacob could join us. When the game was over, Jacob and I said goodnight to everyone, and headed to bed. I immediately took the floor. Jacob scolded me, and told me to get into the bed. I told him I was perfectly comfortable sleeping on the floor. He knew he wasn't going to win, so he said the line he'd been using since four, "Sure, sure," and headed to his bed.

When I woke up, I was in his bed. That snake, he waited till I was asleep, and then traded places with me. Maybe I'd step on him on purpose this time. But I didn't, he looked so peaceful, and tired. It was my turn to do something nice, so with all my strength, I put him on his bed. Man was my back going to hurt. It was earlier then I thought, so I began to make breakfast for everyone. By the time I finished, everyone was up. When I gave Jacob his food, he stuck his tongue out at me. I did the same and hit him on the back of the head.

Mom shoved the food down her throat and left without a word. I shrugged it off and began eating. I dropped my fork to my plate and ran to the bathroom. I had the flu, and if I had it, Jacob probably did too. After brushing my teeth, I went to go tell Jacob. He said he was fine, but his forehead said otherwise. He was running a fever. Billy sent both of us to Jacob's room, whispering something in Jacob's ear.

Billy left about three hours, after our confinement to Jacob's room. We heard wolves howling like they were being slaughtered. Jacob just had a worried look on his face.

"Hey Jacob, if you keep your face like that, it'll stay that way," I teased making the face he made.

"Ya what ever," he paused for a while, "at lest I'd still look better than you," I threw a pillow at him, and we both laughed.

When Billy came back, the howling began to stop. Maybe Billy called the rangers or something? By the time Billy and Jacob finished dinner, (I still felt sick) Mom came dancing and twirling in. Once she saw me, the dancing stopped; she went into full Mom mode. She asked what was wrong, how I felt, if I'd eaten anything, the questions just kept coming. After about the thousandth question she asked, she made me lie down on the couch. I told her that Jacob was also sick. She went running over to Jacob and felt his forehead. She pulled her hand back in less then two seconds.

"Billy, you should call the doctor, his head is as hot as an oven," Mom said with great concern.

"Settle down Jillian, the kid's fine," Billy said.

"Ya Mom, you should know by now, Jacob's always been a hothead."

"Oh sure, sure, that's not calling the kettle black now is it?" Jacob responded back, but before I could say anything, Mom told us to cool it.

Mom ended up calling the hospital anyway. After about twenty minutes the doc. showed up. To my surprise, he looked like he was in his mid twenty's and he was the handsomest man I'd ever seen. But when he came in the room, boy did he smell. It wasn't a rotten smell, it was just too sweet of a smell, and it hurt my nose a little. He must have caught the expression on my face, because he asked me if I needed anything. I just shook my head. I noticed that Jacob had the same look on his face, just a little less intensified then mine.

"Jacob it seems you do have a fever, but it's only a minor one," I saw the doc. wink at him. Was he gay? "Take one of these for five days, after you put something in your stomach. Now let's take a look at," he trailed off.

"Jay," Mom hated it when I used my nickname, so she nudged me. I sighed. "Jayme M. Black, happy Mom?" this time she hit me.

"Well Jay, it looks like you have the flu, but is there something else wrong?"

"What do you mean?" I asked confused

"Well, you keep wrinkling your nose every time I come near."

"Oh," I paused, "well you kind of smell sickingly sweet," I said softly. Jacob whipped his head over toward me, with an ultra concerned look. The doc. also had a worried look.