Here comes chapter nine, and I don't own anything. Sigh.


I woke up on something hard. The ground, I realized after I moved my hand over the surface. I grimaced when I thought of how dirty this would make me. It looked like it still was daytime, because it was light around me and I think I heard birds singing somewhere close.

I tried to get up, but something pinned me down. I looked down over my body to find a huge arm draped over me. I groaned and tried to push it off me, but it wouldn't budge.

Stupid, inhumanly strong werewolf, I thought and pushed again. Hopeless.

"Jared?" I said in a low voice. He didn't respond. I looked at his sleeping face and like what I saw. He looked so… I couldn't find a better word than gorgeous, but settled with tat despite the fear of sounding like Alex.

"Hey, Jared!" I said a little louder. He muttered something, but didn't wake up. I filled my lungs with air and bellowed. "JARED!"

Jared jumped to his feet, removing his arm from me at the same time. I took a huge, relieved breath.

"What?" Jared looked down at me with worry in his eyes.

"No worries. You were just crushing me with your unnaturally heavy arm," I said lightly. Jared frowned and then grinned.

"You fell asleep," he teased.

"Look who's talking! I woke up by the sound of your roaring snores!" I lied. Jared snorted.

"I don't snore," he said.

"How would you know?" I asked.

"I just do. You move a lot in your sleep."

"When did that become a crime?"

"When I said so," Jared grinned again. Now I snorted.

"The world doesn't spin around you, you know," I said matter-of-factly.

"It has until now," he said cheery.

"Spoiled brat," I muttered. "Oh, and do you know what you also do in your sleep? You talk."

Now he looked a little surprised.

"I do?"

"Yeah."

"What did I say?"

"Nothing intelligent, as usual." Jared pointed a finger at me and said in a rigid voice:

"Watch it. I might get angry." I laughed.

"Oh, I'm so scared," I mocked. Jared sat down next to me and smiled to me.

"You should be," he said. I was going to answer, but then I got lost in his dark, deep, beautiful eyes. They said that the eyes were the gate to the soul. What did that say about Jared's soul? Beautiful, definitely. Dark might mean mysterious, and he really was. Deep… There's a lot to him. A lot more than you first think. Filled with feelings…

My phone started ringing and interrupted my thinking. I think I heard Jared growl quietly when I dug it out of my pocket.

"Hello?" I said into the phone. Jared motioned to take it away from me, but I dodged his hand. I gave him a warning glance, and he just shrugged and smiled unashamed.

"Kim!" Alex's angry voice answered me. "Kim, where are you?"

"Um…" I looked at Jared. "Out," I said.

"Out where?" her enraged voice continued.

"Just out," I said again.

"Okay," Alex said, and then took a calming breath. I sensed that something was wrong, and went through the possibilities for what could have made Alex mad in my mind. I came up empty. I hadn't forgotten another shopping trip, had I?

"What's up, Alex?" I asked.

"I just had a talk with Cameron," she said, sounding like she spoke through clenched teeth. What did that have to do with me? "And he told me something about you and him on the mall yesterday." Oh. Oh. Of course. I had completely forgotten all about Cameron and his weird behavior yesterday.

"Oh, I was going to ask about that. What –"

"Oh, you were, weren't you?" Alex said acidly.

"Um… yes?" I felt like I was missing out on something huge.

"Okay, Kim, I understand that you're kind of broken after Jared, but you can't take comfort in other's boyfriends! And mine over all!"

"Um…" Great, I was back to my um'ing again. "What?"

"You can't steal Cameron!" Alex screamed to me.

I was speechless. My mouth hung open, and I stared into Jared's eyes. He looked just as shocked as me.

"I wasn't… I… what… what did he tell you?" I pressed out.

"Everything, Kim!" she hissed. "Can't you give the poor guy a break? He was completely shocked when he came to me and told me all about your strange and flirty behavior. Seriously, Kim, I didn't think this about you."

"I haven't… I didn't… What exactly did he tell you?"

"Oh, God, Kim! Just don't try and deny it!" With that she hung up. I held the phone to my ear, opening and closing my mouth like a fish as I tried to figure out what had just happened.

Jared wrenched the phone out of my hand.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yes?" I said. He smiled lightly. "Did you hear what she said?" He nodded. "I wasn't flirting, was I? Because I don't think I was. I wasn't trying to, anyway –"

"He knows that. He just didn't want you to go babbling about him flirting with you, so he probably just switched roles with you –"

"What?" Jared rolled his eyes.

"You didn't even notice that he was hitting on you?"

"Obviously not," I said thoughtfully. Was that what he was doing? I thought he just naturally was that annoying. And now that little brat was trying to make it sound like I was the bad guy? How dare he!

"I thought it had gone far enough when I stepped in. He was starting to get kind of…"

"Starting to get? He was all the time. From the first second of our talk, he was downright obnoxious all the time!"

"I'm glad you think that," Jared said, grinning.

"Bet you are," I muttered. I didn't want to be angry right now, so I filed the whole situation away for later. "How could you hear what Alex said?" I asked. Jared frowned of my sudden change of subject. Then he grinned widely.

"In addition to be strong, fast and absolutely gorgeous –"

"Narcissist," I muttered, earning a small growl from him

"I also have advanced senses. I can hear and see and smell and all that much better and more accurate than you can," he said smiling. I stuck my tongue out at him, playing offended.

"What more can you do?" I asked eagerly.

"I… heal very fast," he said.

"One that isn't boring."

"That isn't boring!"

"Is too."

"Is not! It means that if you sliced my hand open it would be back to normal before in like ten minutes!" he persuaded me. I paused, looking at him.

"Can I see?" I asked. He stared at me in disbelief.

"You're weird," he informed me when he saw that I wasn't joking.

"I know," I sighed. "Now show me!" Jared chuckled uncertainly but dug a pocket knife out of his jeans pocket.

"You carry a knife with you?" I asked skeptically. He shrugged.

"You never know," he said. He handed me the knife and held out his arm. I stared at him, shocked.

"I can't do it!" I said and held the knife in my open palms, not curling my fingers around it.

"I can't cut myself, can I? That would be sort of not smart," he said and smiled at my reaction.

"So I can just go around and cut people? Isn't that sort of not smart?"

"But it won't even leave a mark, I promise," he assured me. I looked at him with a doubtful expression. "It's really, really true," he added. He took the wrist of the hand I held the knife in and moved it closer to his arm. "Come on," he urged.

"You're crazy, has anyone ever told you that?"

"Says the girl who hangs out with a werewolf!" he snorted. I stuck my tongue out again.

"Are you sure it won't hurt?"

"Yes! Now do it already!"

"Okay…" I said and pressed my eyes closed. I moved the knife to his skin and moved it lightly over.

"That wouldn't even slice you're skin open," he laughed. I tried again, much harder, without opening my eyes. His low chuckle told me I hadn't done any damage. I jumped when I felt his huge, warm hand over my wrist. "Like this," he said, as if he was teaching a child something. I dared to open my eyes and felt him press the knife into his skin with his hand over mine. He used much more force than I'd been able to if I used all my strength.

The blood started to trickle out under the knife, and I gasped when I saw how deep the cut was. I heard Jared's low wince of pain.

Then the wound started healing by itself. The blood flow stopped, and under the blood that was already there the wound was gone. I just saw very light pink mark, almost not even visible at all. I swallowed.

"Was that cool enough for you?" Jared asked. I didn't know what to answer to that one, so I changed the subject immediately.

"You lied! You said it wouldn't hurt!" I accused him. Jared grinned unashamed.

"You wouldn't have done it if I told you it would," he explained.

"Of course not!" I said.

"And it didn't hurt very much. I can't feel it at all now."

I looked at him for a minute. "How hard is your skin?"

Jared chuckled.

"Pretty hard, I guess," he said, examining his bloody arm. "You didn't get through. But you're not the strongest person, either," he said, almost to himself. I hit his shoulder. "See, I barely felt that," he chuckled.

"I'll practice," I promised. He laughed.

"So, what are you going to do about the whole Cameron-thing?" he asked. I froze.

"You killed my moods!" I exclaimed.

"Sorry," he said, and looked at me with puppy-dog eyes.

"Fine! I forgive you!"

"Thanks," he said and dragged me in for a hug. I was going to throw my arms around his neck, but they were pinned between me and Jared's chest. I tried to pull them out without succeeding. So I figured I'd just enjoy the hug anyway.

"I was just wondering…" Jared said into my hair. "Afraid of dogs?"

I laughed.

"What, did you have a better explanation?"

"No. I was just wondering because if you really were, you would have a hard time hanging around me when I'm wolf-Jared."

"Wolf-Jared doesn't scare me. Human-Jared is actually much more frightening that wolf-Jared." He laughed.

"Do I scare you?"

"Not now, you don't. I'm talking about that day I was walking home from Gina's. You actually looked sort of dangerous then," I explained. His body tensed a little.

"Oh. Sorry about that, I was just worried about you. Or kind of mad, actually. I was angry that you would walk outside alone at night, putting yourself in danger like that," he said, and sounded very serious.

"There was no danger. And you're starting to sound like my parents. Danger everywhere. My mum thinks it dangerous for me to tie my shoe-laces in the street," I said and rolled my eyes, even though he couldn't see it. I was still cradled to him chest.

"If there's a lot of people in that street, you might be trampled down –"

"Overprotective jerk," I muttered. His body shook when he laughed.

"You need someone to protect you," he told me.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You don't have a clear view of the world."

"I do too!"

"Don't."

"Do."

"Don't."

"This is childish, you know," I said.

"What is?"

"This "do" – "don't" business."

"I like childish," Jared said, and I felt him grin in my hair.

"I've noticed," I noted, and then he poked my side. I gasped.

"You're ticklish," he said in a devilish voice.

"Don't you dare!" I challenged and struggled to push myself away from him. But he dared. I screamed and protested all I could, but he had no mercy. At last he stopped, and held me up to look at his huge smirk. He looked extremely pleased with himself.

"I'll get you back one day," I giggled.

"Sure you will," he said sarcastically.

"I promise you, I will. When you least expect it."

"That'll be fun," he said, still smiling. "So. What are you doing about Cameron?" I groaned.

"You really have a talent of making me depressed, Jared," I said. His face lit up when I said his name.

"Whatever. What are you going to do?" I sighed.

"Don't know. Let me think about it for a minute." He nodded and kept smiling at me. I looked away from the distraction that was his face, and thought through the whole situation.

"Now?" Jared asked after about sixty seconds.

"You were counting?" I asked lightly in disbelief.

"Sure. What did you come to?"

I sighed.

"That I'll have a talk with Alex. Hopefully she'll understand. Boys come and go, friends are forever, right?"

"I won't go," he protested immediately.

"Well, you're the exception that proves the rule, I guess," I mused, smiling.

"How come?"

"I don't know. I just heard it once," I grinned.

"You are so weird," he said.

"You say that a lot," I informed him.

"I know. Because it's so obvious. I just can never seem to stop to state the obvious," he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, you're as weird as me. You're even weirder, because you want to be with a weird girl such as me." He wrapped his arms around me again and held me real tight, speaking into my hair.

"But you're my weird girl. My weird Kim."


Here's a very weird thing:

My atlas don't have a map over the world. That's weird, right? I'm not the only one who finds that sort of strange?

That was just something that had to get out.

Now.

This chapter doesn't really have a real meaning. Not much happens, they basically sit on the forest floor all the time. But I felt like writing that for now, action can come in next chapter.

And to all of my GREAT reviewers, what are you doing disabling the Personal Message-thing?

I can't respond to any of you, if you keep on like that!

(This is for you, InWayTooDeep:

Kind of funny, we have the exactely same thing in Gym now too. I think I'm going to fail, I'm just so bad.)

And to all of those who asked about when he's telling her about the imrpinting-thing: Very soon. Next or nextnext chapter, I think. (haha, nextnext? What a weird thing to say...)

I'm going to shut up now.

So review and don't disable the personal message-thingy. It's unnecessary, and annoying for I want to tell everyone how grateful I am for them reviewing my stories!

Shut up...

Right.