Um…SQUIRREL?

"You're playing again?" Leah asked.

"We…never finished." Quil said innocently. "Embry, wake up."

"Wait-Whoa-What-SQUIRREL? AM I A SQUIRREL?" He jumped up, knocking the table over and sending orange juice flying onto Leah.

"You are never coming to my house aga-WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?" She looked between them, sopping wet.

"I don't know, why is Seth here?" Embry asked.

"HE LIVES HERE! Despite the fact I deny being related to him HE LIVES IN MY HOUSE BECAUSE HE IS MY BROTHER!" She said as if they were deaf.

"Why is Jacob here? Did he sleep with you or something?" Quil asked.

"THAT'S A FUCKING CHAIR YOU RETARD!" SHe strangled him.

"Leah, don't strangle poor Big Toe." Embry groaned.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS, EMBRY? DAMN IT!" Quil yelled despite his lack of air. Screaming absolutely drained his oxygen supply and he proceeded to turn a quite ugly shade of blue.

"Leah, don't strangle Quil." Jacob sighed, walking in from the hallways to the left where Leah and Seth's bedrooms were.

"So…he did sleep with you?" Embry asked.

"OH HELL NO!" Leah and Jacob screamed together.

Embry raised his eyebrow.

"I climbed in the window, smelled orange juice. I don't really want it now." Jacob sighed, "Is this why Quil is getting strangled?"

"Yes." Leah growled, squeezing tighter.

"Proceed." HE waved, grabbing a muffin and walking out of the room after slapping Leah on the butt.

"BLACK, YOU GET YOUR FURRY ASS BACK HERE!" Leah screeched, chasing him out the door.

"QUIL, YOU OWE ME!" Jacob called from down the street.

"What just happened?" Seth yawned, walking in.

"You slept through all of this?" Quil stared at him in shock.

"Er..yeah…what'd I sleep through?" Seth asked.

"Leah and Jacob were fucking last night and she came in, took a bath in orange juice, Jacob slapped her on the ass, and they took off down the street to rub it in Sam's face." Embry explained.

"Good, good." Seth waved for them to carry-on, "I'm going back to bed."

Mrs. Clearwater shook her head from where she had seen all of the happenings in the corner of the kitchen next to the stove.

"I don't want to know…"

"Quil, you'll need to get a card." Embry reminded.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" He picked it up and stuck it to his head.

"Are you positive am not a squirrel?"

"YES!" The neighborhood screamed.