By the time there was a knock on the door, I'd gotten dressed, done my hair - and by that I mean a messy bun - and brushed my teeth, with the books sitting on the table. I opened the door, wearing a smile and keeping it this time when I saw Jacob.

"Come in, they're just on the table." I explained, turning to grab them while he shut the door behind him.

"Thanks again. I really enjoyed the book. It was... intriguing." He said, and I smiled at him.

"It's been one of my favourites for quite a few years." I told him, handing him Seizure.

He took the book and studied the cover for a moment. "Would you mind if I stayed for a while? I mean, you're smiling at me..."

"No, I mean, since you actually aren't annoying the living hell out of me today, you might as well. See how long it lasts, right?"

"Right..." He sounded almost... Shocked.

I walked towards the living room, doing a little twirl in the doorway because I could, and flopping down on my back on the couch. Jacob walked in after me, evidence of a previous laugh still on his face. He smiled when he caught me looking at him and I narrowed my eyes a little.

"What?" I demanded.

"You just- In the doorway, you twirled..." He sat down at the other end of the couch near my feet.

"So?" I asked, grabbing the remote of the coffee table.

"So, I didn't think you were the type of girl that twirled..."

"Oh please. I'm the type of girl that does whatever the hell she wants." I explained with a nod before turning on the television.

He laughed, but didn't comment, and I flipped through the channels, looking for something that looked good. As I flipped, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Jacob staring at me. I didn't say anything to him, just kind of watched him stare at me from my peripheral vision. It was weird. He was always trying to be nice, and...

"I haven't given up because I don't want to, and I'll have to keep trying till you stop pushing me away."

There was definitely something wrong with this boy. He couldn't be older than seventeen, no way. It was in his eyes and the way he acted, but his body seemed to disagree. His russet skin was smooth and blemish free, his muscles bulging under the skin, like a body-builder, or one that hadn't gone to far. Or maybe like those really fit celebrities that you always begged to keep their shirts of. Yeah, like that. And his dark brown eyes held secrets, and whenever they were on me, they were full of love, caring and something else that I couldn't quite be sure of. And his hair, his black hair that shone and just made me want to run my hand through it, but it was also badly cut. Very badly cut.

"Oh, I love this movie!" I said, my attention back on the t.v. Jacob turned his attention away from me and back to the t.v. I had chosen The Avengers. I was honestly in love with Marvel. Have been since I was thirteen, and though I could probably recite each and every line of this movie to you without it playing in front of me by now, I still never got sick of watching it.

"You like Marvel?" Jacob asked. I nodded.

"Oh yeah. Have for like, three years." I adjusted so I was facing the t.v more and caught a flicker of Jacob's eyes to me and back to the movie. "'When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?' 'Last night.'" I recited with a laugh. We hadn't missed too much yet.

"How many times have you seen this movie?" Jacob asked. I thought about it.

"Well... That is a very good question, dear sir. I lost track after like, fifteen. That was still a month or so after the first time. This movie actually got me into Marvel." I explained.

"Seriously?" I nodded. "You're insane."

"Jury's out." I said with a smile. He rolled his eyes.

I didn't even hear the door open, or close, or the sound of everyone putting their fishing stuff away. I was deep in argument. With Jacob. Whom I was starting to hate less and less.

"No! He's just misunderstood!" I argued.

"Oh yes, killing millions of people and trying to take over Earth is misunderstood!" Jake argued back.

"Well maybe if Odin had thought of telling Loki as a child that he was adopted and that he was really a Jotunn, there wouldn't be the whole 'world domination' problem!"

"It wouldn't be there if Odin had given Loki back to the Jotunn's either."

"They would have killed him! How could you say such a thing?" I asked.

"Because it's true! They wouldn't have killed him." He reasoned.

"But then we wouldn't have all these kickass movies!"

"True, but there are other plots that they could have gone with!"

"Oh yeah?" I asked, he nodded. "Name three."

He frowned and I smiled, I had won this challenge.

"What's going on in here?" We both turned to the doorway where Charlie was standing, flanked by my mother.

"Well," I started. "Jacob came over to pick up a book-"

"-Then I asked if I could stay a while-"

"-And so I put on the television and I found The Avengers on-"

"-So we started watching it, and she said how she loved Loki-"

"-And an argument broke out. All in good spirit though." I finally finished.

My mother and uncle exchanged a shocked and surprised look. They looked back at us, sitting on the couch. I was sitting on my knees, leaning forward on my hands, and Jake was sitting cross-legged, lounging back against the arm of the couch. My mother smiled at me, and Charlie looked at us both quizzically.

"What?" I demanded. "Is there something wrong with good-hearted banter?"

My mother snickered. "Darling, you were both shouting." I knitted my eyebrows together in confusion and my eyes flicked to Jake. No we weren't. He didn't seem to be able to believe it either.

"No we weren't." I repeated aloud.

"Yes, darling, you were. We could hear you as soon as we stepped out of the car." She was fighting back laughter. I hadn't been close with a guy since... No, let's not go there.

"No you couldn't." I argued.

"Yes, we could. Am I right, Charlie?" She asked, turning to him.

"I'm afraid so, Pipes." He said. Charlie wouldn't lie on the spot like that.

"Liars." I hissed, standing, and walking to my room upstairs.

There was a cautious knock on my door. "If its you, mom, go away!" I yelled and I heard the door creak open. I was laying on my stomach, and my head was buried in my pillow. I looked up. "I swear to-" I stopped. It was Jake. I put my head back in the pillow.

I felt a scorching hand on my arm, and it was only then that I realized I was freezing. "Are you alright?"

"No." I snapped. He didn't recoil as so many usually did. He just started rubbing my arm and I started calming down slowly.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"My mom, she thinks that... Well, she's assuming that because..." I stopped. "She thinks that because we were acting like normal people, you're going to replace Simon!" I blurted and cringed at his name.

He didn't say anything at first, but just continued to rub my arm. "Who was... Simon?"

"He was a guy that I'd known my whole life." I told him, not moving my head out of the pillow. "And..." I paused, taking a deep breath, Jake's hand went to my back, rubbing it instead of my arm. "And last year we got in an argument. It was our first argument. The next morning, I went to his house since he was ignoring my calls, to apologize. When I got inside, I went to his room. He was dead... He'd killed himself..." I let out a sob that I had been holding in. "There was no note... So I don't know if it was our argument that had caused it, or if it was something else... But I haven't had a friend since." I explained, tears pouring down my cheeks, and sobbing as Jake soothed me.

I don't know how, but I somehow found myself in his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. I hadn't meant to do this, but I couldn't really stop it. Now I knew that the only way I could ever hate him again was if he did something extremely drastic. And I doubted he would. No more forcing myself to hate him. I would accept his friendship, and I would forget about Simon for a while, and have a friend, have a life. I deserved as much, Simon for sure wouldn't want me to stop talking to people and to become a recluse. No, no he wouldn't want that.