A/N: This isn't really the part of the story I wanted to write from Jake's POV, but I felt it would be fun to write it anyway. So I'm going to post two "chapters" from Jake's POV today. One from pre-dinner, one from after. Hope everyone is cool with that... more for you! :) Enjoy.


'You make me wanna la-la,

In the kitchen, on the floor,

I'll be your french maid,

where I met you at the door.'

Lala, Ashlee Simpson

I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was like it was all my brain could process at the moment. The spoon, the spoon, the spoon. God, Lord, the spoon! Bella was clicking around the kitchen, looking much like she belonged there. She would reach for this or that. The soft material of her dress, sliding on her. She looked so gorgeous. Her hair was different than this morning, it was wavy, and I was guessing that was how it was normally. It curled around her face, which was also different, Because she had no make up on. I think she looked one thousand times better like this, than she had before, and she had looked amazing before.

But even the only thing about this scenario that was driving me crazy was the God damn spoon. She had it hanging from her perfect, warm, plump lips. She would use it to taste something every once in a while. Ugh, this was hard, being just a friend, when I wanted to bend her over the table and take her. Jesus, Jake...

She turned to look at me, her innocent eyes telling me she had no idea what my mind had just been thinking. I'd been trying for the last twenty minutes to look as though I'd been helping, when in reality, I had no idea how to cook things that didn't come pre-made.

She scooped a glob of potato salad onto her spoon. Yes, you got that right, the same spoon, that had been chilling in her mouth all night. "Want to try it?" Not only was I excited to taste the salad, which looked amazing, but I would also get to taste her.

I quickly closed the space between us, "Oh, yes, please." She held the spoon out, like an offering, and I being the humble God, accepted it.

I leaned down and opened my mouth around it. I did something else though, I kept my eyes glued to hers. I watched as her eyes flicked to my lips and then back up to my own as I silently begged her to understand. 'Please, look at me! Can't you feel the pull? Don't you want me? Love me! Love me!'

And maybe, just maybe, It looked like for a second she was seeing me. She was really seeing me. I could hear Charlie and Billy moving towards us, but I couldn't break this moment, she could see me now. This could be her chance.

I heard Charlie clear his throat. "You two seem to be getting along nicely," he murmured, satisfaction present in his tone. I knew Charlie would be thrilled if Bella and I were closer. I'm sure he wouldn't even mind knowing I was a werewolf if he knew I would take care of his daughter with every ounce of my will. Of course, that was against the rules. No one could know. Not even Charlie.

I pulled back from Bella, removing the spoon from my mouth, but remembering, and putting it back in to lick it. It still tasted spicy and delicious, but mostly it just tasted of Bella. Ugh.

A/N: Okay, onto the actual chapter. Thanks!

Bella's slow human reflexes were no match for my super natural ones. She threw a wet dish rag at me and I blocked it with the door. I heard her huff, from inside the door. I jogged over to the trashcan and dropped the bag inside. I heard the door opened quietly, and pretended not to notice...two could play at this game.

I finished putting the lid back on the trash as I heard the close approaching footsteps getting closer. I found it amusing that she had actually taken off her heels after my little comment. Maybe, she cares about what you think? Ha! Right...

When the feet were only a few steps away, I whirled around and grabbed her around the waist picking her up. The first thing I noticed was the scream, then the water. Her screamed was pleasantly surprised and filled with a smile. The water, was cold, even to me. That little sneak. She had gone back and gotten the towel and ran it through Antarctica, before throwing it onto my chest. I shook it off, and pulled her closer.

Her eyes were bright, and the closer I pulled her, the wider they became. I pulled her flush against me. "That wasn't very nice, Isabella..." I said darkly.

"Jake," It was neither a question, or a statement, it just was my name. She was gazing into my eyes with a look I see every time I looked at myself today. All of today was worth it if she would just look at me like this forever. Then she did the opposite. She pushed me away. "Jesus, you're hot." Then her cheeks exploded in color.

I burst out laughing. It was a good way to hide the pain. Rejection. Rejection sucked, especially when it was the second time in 24 hours. "You don't have to tell me Bells."

"No!" She said frustrated. "I meant your body temperature, is hot. You must have a serious fever, or, or, something, bad..." She was looking worriedly at me. Hot-diggidy-dog! She cared about me.

"Don't worry Bells, my amazing cool-ness, evens the playing field." She looked at me like I had grown an extra head. It wasn't that bad of a joke was it? "Seriously, though, its just a... thing around here. Happens to a lot of guys." I hoped that was a good enough explanation.

She looked strangely at me. She wasn't buying it. Shit. Hurry, idiot, think of something!

"Hey, Bells, I was just wondering if you might like to hang out with us tomorrow?" I hoped this would be a good enough change of subject, from my wolf qualities. "A bunch of us, were going to go chill on the beach tomorrow after school. Well, hopefully, not, chill, since it is supposed to warm up tomorrow. We might be able to get in the water if its not too cold." I waited for her answer afraid of rejection number three. Please, don't hurt me, baby.

She looked torn. "Um... well, is it going to be all guys?" She looked up at me questioningly.

"Oh! No, Kim and Emily will be there. You've already met Kim, but Emily, is one of our... friend's fiance." I looked at her still weary face. "Please, everyone wants to meet you. I'll take you myself." Okay, I was seriously pushing it.

Bella now looked skeptical. "Why would everyone want to meet me?" Oops.

"Well," THINK, THINK, "The Quileute tribe is sort of small, so..." I stumbled around my words, trying to make up a realistic reason. "Everyone knew your mom, so..."

"Oh great..." She mumbled. She looked down at her feet, which I realized were just as perfect as the rest of her. Her coffee colored skin flowed onto her feet and her toenails were painted a soft light pink.

"What?" I asked tilting her head up to me, with a finger.

"I just, don't want people thinking, that just because my mom was a certain way, that I'm going to be anything like her." She had an angry tint to her voice. She was about to tell me something. Please, let her trust me. "Okay, don't think I'm being stupid, but..." She hesitated and looked up into my eyes. Whatever she saw, must have been enough. "I've done a lot of stupid things, back home, I mean. I just wanted a clean start here. I'm not my mom, she was this little perfect, beautiful, woman, and I"m just...," her voice quivered, "I'm just a bitch with a pretty face, and nice tits!" He hung her head and tears began to leak from her eyes.

As awkward as I felt having this conversation, I could see she needed me, and I would be what ever she needed even if she did have a pretty face and nice tits...

"Bells, baby, you are so much more than that. I can tell and I've only known you for one day. I treated you like trash all day and you were so quick to forgive me, to like me. You are so wonderful, you are perfect, God, Bells." Shut up, shut up. "Don't ever change anything about yourself," Why am I not shutting up? I had been slowly pulling Bella to me, and she slowed her crying. I was now holding her, and she leaned into me. She turned her head to my chest and placed a cool kiss over the wet spot her towel had left.

Ugh...

She just kissed me.

I wanted to scream it to the world.

But instead, I just held her. Because I loved her, and I would do what ever she wanted me to. Forever.

I seemed like Billy and Charlie had the best damn timing in the world, because they came outside, just as Bella was relaxing into my arms. Damn it, Dad!

Charlie had a smug smile on his face and I grinned at him. Billy, winked at me, as he was rolled past. Bella slowly pulled away and looked up at me.

"Jacob?" She looked so innocent, with tears still standing on her cheek. I gently brushed them away. I hoped I wasn't being too intimate with her. It seemed stupid to think like that when I wanted her all the time.

"Yea, Bells?"

"I'll go with you guys tomorrow."

I pulled her back into a hug, and she gripped me back. I felt her little hand grip my shirt and it was incredibly sexy. "Thank you, Bells. I hope things are cool between us now, right?" Or maybe they are better than okay, and you would like to date me...

"Yea, things are okay. Thank you. It meant a lot to have someone to talk to about things, even if they were stupid and dumb." She smiled up at me.

"No, they weren't. I'm always going to be here for you Bella. I want you to know that." Because I love you.

She pulled her eyebrows together in confusion.

"Jake, you coming?" Billy asked, saving me.

"Yea, dad." Then I turned back to Bella and pressed my luck. I kissed her on the cheek, gently. "Good night, Bella." I'll see you tonight while I run laps around your house.

Then I turned around and left, without ever looking back. I knew she was looking at me. I could feel it and I liked it. Oh how I liked it. We were so close...


A/N: Awe, my Jake POV chapters always leave me mad at myself. I want Jacob and Bella... and trust me, the day at the Beach will be important... Haha wink wink. :) Jake and Bella are going to start getting.. LOTS closer. :)))

Please review, even though, this chapter was lil funky. Thanks

HWR