I gasped. My mouth hung open stupidly and I knew that it was, but I still couldn't close it.

I was delirious. Charlie's cooking was so potent that the smell alone gave me some kind of food poisoning and now I was utterly delirious. That was the only solid explanation I could come up with. Why else would he be standing on my doorstep, wearing a cowboy hat?

I know what you are thinking. You're thinking, A cowboy hat? Really, Isabella?

The truth is I am just as shocked as you are. I had no idea I had a cowboy fantasy tucked away. Maybe the image was so hot that my subconscious tried to protect me from sexual frustration by suppressing the image to the best of its abilities. Now, having failed in its attempt, my hallucinatory erotica was here to fulfill a fantasy I didn't know I had fantasized about. All because Charlie cant cook.

Only a few seconds had passed, but it was long enough for me to realize that Charlie's cooking was not that bad, I did not have a cowboy fetish, and this image was a turn off because, damn, talk about making out with your brother…

"Hey, Bella," Jacob greeted with a smile.

"Hey, Jacob. What's with the hat?" I asked, stepping aside so he could come in.

"Huh? Oh! Hat Day at school."

"Hat day?"

"Oh, yeah, our school has a policy against hats during school hours, but they've got Hat Day, where you pay five bucks to wear a hat to school. It goes to buying new books or something, I don't know, but people usually get creative about it. My buddy, Quil, he showed up with one of those beer dispensing helmets, except it wasn't beer it was Sunny D."

"Fascinating," I muttered.

Now that the surprise of the visit has worn off I began feeling slightly disappointed that there was no pizza in the house.

As if he was reading my mind he asked, "So where's the Chief?"

"He's gone out to pick us up a pizza." I informed him. "Jake? Not that I don't appreciate the visit, but…"

"Oh, dad sent me by with some of Harry's fish fry." Jake raised a fist and I noticed the paper bag in his hand for the first time.

"Thanks," I told him.

I meant it too. I knew my dad was an avid fisherman and our utility freezer in the basement was stockpiled with enough fish to get us through Armageddon. My mother wasn't a big fan of fish, yet another reason for their break up, so I never had much cause to cook it. This saved me some stress until I could find some clever recipes.

"Put it in the fridge," he advised, "It will last longer."

I nodded my affirmation and headed to the fridge.

"How was your first day at Forks High?" He asked.

I flashbacked to gym class and as I was swinging the door shut I closed it with more force than I intended.

The fridge and its few contents rattled.

Jacob laughed. "That bad huh?"

I didn't have enough dignity left to risk losing more of it by defending or explaining, so I settled for glaring.

"Why don't you come by the rez tomorrow? We can hang out," He offered. "I will show you my new project. I've been restoring a new car, a Volkswagen Rabbit."

"Is it fast?" I asked, having never heard of it myself.

"What kind of pizza did you get?" he asked.

I grinned as I caught his not to subtle subject change. "Pepperoni and bacon. Want to stay for dinner?"

"Nah, I should get home."

Jacob hesitated then walked over to me. He took the hat from his head and set it down on mine. Before I had the chance to react he had grabbed me and I was experiencing hug number two.

"Cheer up, Bells," He said pulling back. "It can't get worse, can it?"

It shouldn't be able to… But this is my life we are talking about and it usually does.

Ha-ha!

You all thought it was going to be Emmett, didnt you?

I know this was a small chapter and i apologize, but i really think the sarcastic cuteness of Bella makes up for it.