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Disclaimer: Yeah yeah, I don't own it. Stephenie Meyer does:)

Song: Blue foundation – Dead Woman


Phone

Jacob hadn't normally been sleeping at our house before. Sometimes he would be sleeping in my room, but only if we'd been up real late to watch a movie or something, and we'd simply fallen asleep. I guess we'd fallen asleep in the living-room too a couple of times, on the sofa or in a chair. Now, it seemed obvious that he would be sleeping here. In my room. Bed.

I was standing in the bathroom, looking into the mirror. Normally, I wouldn't have been thinking about this. When he was just friend-Jacob, I wouldn't have speared it a thought. I did think about it now. For the first time, it felt a little bit awkward. I mean, we weren't dating, but we had...feelings. For each other. He had made it very clear how he felt about me, and I...well, I did have feelings for him. I did. Yesterday I had definitely needed him to stay after what had happened. And I really really didn't want him to leave tonight. A chill crept down my spine just by thinking about it. But still. A little bit weird. A little bit. I just didn't know exactly what to do, how close I should be. I took a deep breath before I went into my room.

He wasn't there, but when I turned around to call his name, he just entered the room behind me. He walked up to me and put his hands around my waist.
"I was just out, checking"

"Checking?"

"To see if everything was normal. Everything is cool"

"Stop worrying, Jake. What could possibly happen here?" I smiled up at him "I think you're being paranoid."

"I know. I guess I am." he smiled back, a little bit embarrassed. "I just had a bad feeling. I'm scared for you".

"You don't need to be. What are you worrying about? I can take care of myself."

"I know. You just got me a little worried since what happened last night"

"Well, no harm done, right? I'm fine, thanks to you. Let's just forget about it, okay?"

"Sure, sure" he said, in his most Jacobish way, and I laughed.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to fall asleep on my feet if I don't go to bed." I said, and wiggled out of his arms. I sat down on the bed and scooped over to my side before I folded the blanket over my legs.

Jacob was still standing were I'd left him in the middle of the room, and he seemed a little hesitant. Then he slowly walked towards the bed before he laid down beside me on his stomach, on top of the blanket. Maybe I wasn't the only one who'd been thinking about awkwardness. I turned over on my side to face him.

"I don't want to leave you alone tonight" he said

"Then stay"

"Are you sure you want me to?"

Was that what he was worrying about? That I didn't want him to stay?

"Yes" I said simply.

A genuine smile spread on his lips, but then he seemed unsure again.

"I just don't want you to think it's weird or anything. I mean, you said you needed time to adjust..."

He looked down on his hands.

" Forget that I said that, that was stupid." I tried to find the right words, and his eyes met mine. I continued. " It's just new, that's all. That doesn't mean I want you to leave".

He smiled, but still seemed nervous somehow. I couldn't blame him. I knew perfectly well where I had him, what he felt and wanted. What did he know? That I needed time to adjust? Okay, Nessie. No more selfishness.

"I don't want you to leave" I said again before I leaned down closer to him and kissed the tip of his nose. Then I hesitated before I leaned down to kiss his lips. Just briefly, just a little kiss. When I laid my head back on my pillow, he had a marvelling look on his face, all doubt blown away. He scooped a little bit closer to put his arm around my waist and I rested my head by his neck.

"I do like you, you know" I mumbled, my voice heavy with sleep. "You don't have to worry about that."

I must have fallen asleep right after that, because that's the last thing I remember.


Monday morning I woke up laying on my stomach, my arms stretched out over my head, my face buried between two pillows and my hair in a mess. I must have been sleeping uneasy. Actually, it looked like we had done far more than just sleeping... Mental-slap. I quickly banished the thought from my mind. Forbidden, forbidden thought. Then I remembered that my dad was not home, and relaxed a little bit.

Jacob still had his arm draped over me. He was sleeping beside me, breathing heavily. It was a cloudy day, the fog swirling around outside my window. The clock was about ten.

I carefully tried to get up without waking Jacob. As soon as I tried to sit up though, he opened his eyes and sent me a sleepy and earnest smile. I went into the bathroom to take a shower. When I came back (fully dressed this time) he was up too, standing by the window looking out on the fog. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him, witch made him smile.

I made him breakfast while he took a shower. I wasn't hungry myself; when I hunted I could go for many days without eating. If I only ate human food, I needed to eat more often.

We were sitting by the kitchen table, when his phone rang. He picked it up and frowned as he saw the number on the screen before he answered.

"Hello?"

I watched him while he was on the phone. He frowned a couple of times, accompanied by the question "why?" or "how?". There was something about his car, I think. When he hung up, he stared down on the phone for a couple of seconds before he put it down.
"What's up?" I asked.

"That was one weird phonecall" he said, still frowning. "It was from the police-station, they said I needed to bring the Rabbit for some..what was it? Re-something with the car signs? They had obviously had a control and written down my car-number because it lacked...something to do with a registration sign or...something. Weird, I've never heard of any new rules."

"Why didn't they just stop you? Writing down your number and then later call you, in stead of just tell you right away? That's not very smart"

"I know, it's a bit weird. They said I needed to go and fix it today, as soon as possible"

"Oh. You going right away?"

"I guess..." he hesitated, before he sighed. "Might as well get it over with".

He sent me a smile as he stood up. Then he went out in the hallway and I followed.

"Do you think it will take long?"

"I'll be quick, I promise. It probably wont take long. I'll be back in an hour, I guess"

He went over to me and smiled down at me.

"You could come, if you want. It'll probably be real boring, but if you don't want to be alone..."

" I'll be fine" I didn't want him to leave, but I didn't want him to think I was desperately dependant on him either.

"Sure?"

"Positive"

I smiled, and he smiled back. He leaned down slowly and kissed me carefully on the lips. His lips were so warm and dry and I felt butterflies all the way down to my feet. I definitely could get used to that.

"Bye" he smiled, cupped my cheek quickly with his hand, and then he left.

I didn't know there would be a lot more than an hour before I saw him again.


What to do, what to do. I went into the kitchen again, to do some very seriously neglected dishes. On the way I went into the living-room to put on the stereo. Everything is more fun with music. Especially the boring stuff. I walked into the kitchen again and started to fill the sink with water, humming quietly for myself. I found the soap and some gloves, and was just about to start when I heard a car-door close quietly outside. Wow. That was quick even for Jake. He must have forgotten something. I hadn't heard his car approaching, because of the music. I removed the gloves and walked toward the front-door to meet him.

One foot away from the door I was startled when he rang the doorbell. Weird. He never did that. Not before then did it hit me that maybe it wasn't Jake outside. Embarrassed I realized I should have turned down the music, but too late now.

I opened the door, and saw the face of a smiling man. I also realized that something was off. The smell that his me was not just from him – there were someone else there. A movement caught my eye from the right and I turned around to see a man standing on the right side of the door, a little too close to be polite. Then something hard hit me in the back of the head and everything went black.


A.N: Sorry! Cliffhanger, I know. Muhahaha. Next chapter up in a couple of days;)