NPOV

It was a typical college day. I went to my classes, sort of paid attention, and went back to my dorm room to help Bree with the latest scheme. I didn't think we would ever have anything in common until I learned about her love of college pranks. Bree was extreme when it came to school spirit, and any school that challenged us deserved to be punished in her eyes.

Together, we had decorated campuses, broke into locker rooms, and kidnapped mascots of all shapes and sizes. Trying to steal that bear would go down in history as one of the dumbest moments of our lives. The city was not happy when they found out the damn thing was running loose downtown. No one seemed to care that it was running after us! We made the evening news with that one. Even though we were wearing masks, Bella still called to tell me how stupid that was. I was a little insulted that she automatically assumed the idiot on television was me. It was, but that's not the point.

Back to the drama at hand, I was getting ready to head out with Bree, but she kept insisting that I try her smoothie. Finally, I drank the damn thing, so she would shut up about it. It wasn't anything special, so I didn't see the big deal.

We got in her tiny little car, heading off campus. We weren't far away when I started to feel sleepy. "What the hell is wrong with me?" I grumbled. That's when I noticed the guilty expression on my roommate's face.

"I'm sorry, Ness," she said quickly. "They said it was for your own good."

"Who? What in the world is going on?" I demanded. The crazy bitch drugged me. Before she could answer, I blacked out.

I don't know how long I had been out, but I woke in a dark room tied to a chair. "Shit," I whispered. This was a slasher movie waiting to happen.

"Nessie?" someone behind me grunted.

"Jake?!" I couldn't see, but I would know his voice anywhere. He was the bane of my existence who I happened to kind of be in love with, but I'm pretty sure no one knew that last part. "Fancy meeting you here."

"We're tied up in some dungeon, and that's all you have to say?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, I can't very well talk about the weather. There are no windows in this shit hole," I replied. I can't believe he was starting with me at a time like this. "How are we going to get out of here?"

"Hold on," he growled.

I shrieked when the asshole suddenly rocked his chair. Since we seemed to be tied back to back, both of our chairs tipped over. We hit the ground hard enough that the damn things broke. I think my arm cracked with them. "Son of a bitch," I groaned. "You should warn a girl before you do something like that."

"I told you to hold on," he argued. Once he was rope free, he helped me sit up. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding much nicer now.

"Peachy," I answered sarcastically. "I should have known the bitch would go crazy. All those spirit fingers finally made her snap."

"What are you talking about?" Jake asked.

"Bree!" Duh. "The girl who drugged me and brought me here."

He ran his fingers gently into my hair. I guess he was looking for injuries or something, and I had no idea how I ended up in his lap or how long I had been there. "Quil and Embry did the same to me. The bastards kept apologizing, saying it was for my own good."

"That's what she said!" I exclaimed.

"I don't know what the hell is going on, but we need to get out of here," said Jake. I couldn't have agreed more. However, Getting out was easier said than done. The door wouldn't budge, and we kept running into shit until Jake finally found a light. "What the--" he looked around at the different boxes. "We're in the storeroom at the fish house!"

"Billy had us kidnapped?" There was no way. That man loved me.

Jake was glaring at something. "I don't think he worked alone." He snatched the piece of paper off the door. "You want out? Kill each other or admit you're in love. You're driving us all crazy." he read.

"No way," I took the letter from him. "Normal people don't this kind of shit in real life."

"Since when do we consider our families normal?" Jake reminded me. He tried to get the door opened again, slamming into a few times. Nothing worked. "We might as well get comfortable. I don't think they're going to let us out for awhile."

I groaned and slid down against the wall. Jake found us some chips to munch on and a massive bottle of water. We didn't have glasses, so we just took turns drinking out of the bottle. "This reminds me of our first date. Only, I was the only one being held against my will, and we had pizza instead of chips."

"That wasn't our first date," Jake argued. "That was the night I arrested you for prank calling the police station."

"You call it whatever you want. When our kids ask, I'm telling them that was our first date." There was no point in him arguing with me over it.

"Kids?" His face had the lovely panicked look about it.

I rolled my eyes. "I was kidding. I'm not knocked up or anything." Then I got a little defensive. "Why are you so freaked out anyway? Am I not good enough to be your baby mama?"

"I don't think the world is ready for either of us to reproduce," he admitted. "Why? Do you want me to get you pregnant?"

"Hell no," I replied. "It's hard enough hiking that campus without a bun in the oven." He was shaking his head, but I could tell he was fighting a smile. I sighed and crumbled the paper into a ball. "What could possible make them resort to this? We haven't been that bad."

Jacob disagreed. "We do fight a lot, and we're never really quiet about it either. It's usually your fault though. I don't know why they had to drag me into this."

"My fault?" I scoffed. "I don't know when it happened, but sometime between now and the day I stole your car, you've become a professional pain in the ass."

"I learned from the best," he smirked, bumping into me with his shoulder.

I glared at him. "I still don't see the big deal. We always make up afterward." Hell, that's why I started fights to begin with.

"Alright," said Jake, getting to his feet. "If we're going to get out of here, we better get on with this."

"You don't have your gun, do you?" I asked warily.

"I'm not going to kill you," he replied, helping me up. He held onto my hand, tugging me with him over to the light switch. He flipped it, leaving us in the dark again. "Cover your ears," he warned me before firing a couple of shots.

The man was a genius. It wasn't long before the door was thrown open and a crowd of people frantically rushed in. Jake and I ran out behind them, locking the door behind us.

"I can't believe they really thought you shot me," I laughed.

We were now sitting in the empty restaurant, eating the dinner that our captives had yet to finish. "I know. I'm insulted. Dad knows how much I--" he abruptly shoved a hushpuppy in his mouth.

"How much you what?" I asked. He shook his head. "How much you what, Jake?" No way in hell was I letting that go.

"Shit," he whispered angrily. "Look, this doesn't change anything. Just because I'm in love with you, doesn't mean I won't arrest your ass."

I picked up a dinner roll and threw it at him. "You're in love with me? Why the hell didn't you say so sooner? I could have skipped my make-shift group therapy sessions with the cheerleading squad."

"Why would you need that?" he asked.

"Because apparently, I'm in love with you too, but I have a hard time expressing myself," I replied. We heard a crash from downstairs. "Shit! They got loose."

Jake jumped up. "Let's get out of here." He grabbed my hand, and we ran for it.

JPOV

After being drugged and kidnapped by my friends and family, I ended up confessing my love to Satan and escaping in a truck that she hotwired.

"Things are going to change," I warned her. It was inevitable.

"How?" Nessie asked, sounding disappointed.

"Well, now when we're fighting and yelling and trying to annoy the shit out of each other, I might slip and say I love you," I confessed.

"But we're still going to fight and yell and annoy the shit out of each other," she replied, just to make sure. I nodded and she sighed. "Good, I was afraid I was going to have to break up with you already."

We were going to suck as a couple.

"Where are we?" Nessie asked when I killed the engine.

"Dad's house," I answered. "I figured someone would give him a ride home since you stole his truck."

Nessie scoffed. "I stole his truck? You were the one driving."

"Are you getting out or not? I'm starving, so I'm gonna find something to eat." We didn't really get to eat much at the restaurant.

Using the hidden spare key, I unlocked the door and headed inside. Nessie was close behind me. "This is cozy," she said, looking around. "You get dinner. I'm going to find baby pictures."

I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the kitchen with me.

I was making us some grilled cheese sandwiches when she peeked over my shoulder. "You're not doing it right."

"Go away," I swatted at her with the spatula.

"They're gonna burn," she sang.

"Nessie," I growled, but it didn't do any good. She kept irritating me about the damn sandwiches. Finally, I handed her the spatula and made her do it.

"Thank you," she said, smiling. I shook my head and made the tomato soup instead.

We ended up eating on the sofa and watching movies. It was nearly impossible to understand what was going on since she kept talking so much. She kept creating her own commentary, half of which didn't make any sense. I eventually had to cover her mouth with my hand, and it was a struggle to keep it there.

I was sitting with Satan in my lap. I had one arm holding her down while the other covered her mouth. She was being unusually still, so I brushed her hair away from her face to see her. The devil had fallen asleep. I shifted her around, so she wouldn't get a crick in her neck, and finished watching the movie.

Billy came home an hour or so later. He walked in the living room with his hand over his eyes.

"What are you doing, old man?" I asked quietly.

He lowered his hand. "I didn't know what I would be walking in on. I love you kids, but there's some things in life I don't need to witness."

I glared at him. "You think we would go at it on your couch?" What kind of people did he think we were?

"You go at it everywhere else," Dad shrugged.

I rolled my eyes. "I need to get her home. Then, you and I are going to have a little talk about meddling. Locking us in the storeroom, Dad. Really?"

He sighed, "It's late. Why don't you two spend the night? You can stay in your old room, and we'll talk about this in the morning."

"Fine," I agreed. I stood up, trying not to shuffle Nessie around too much. "Goodnight," I grumbled.

"Goodnight, son," he smiled. As I walked out of the room, I heard him mumbling, "I'll be sure to take out my hearing aids, just in case." Old bastard.

Nessie didn't even stir as I pulled the covers back and placed her on the bed. She had already lost her shoes somewhere downstairs, but I didn't know if she would want to sleep in her clothes or not. I could put one of my shirts on her, but even though I had seen her body several times before, I didn't feel right doing it while she was asleep.

"Ness," I whispered, shaking her gently.

"No," she grumbled, turning over and burrowing into my pillow.

"Do you want one of my shirts to sleep in?" I asked.

She pulled her shirt off and tossed it across the room without even getting up. I had to help her with her pants since she was too lazy to stand up. When she was all situated, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed beside her. It had been a long day, so I was looking forward to getting some sleep.

When I was just about to doze off, Nessie rolled over. "Jake," she whispered. "You awake?"

"Nope," I grunted.

"That chick on the wall is staring at me, and it's kind of creeping me out," she admitted.

Seriously? She was keeping me awake over a poster? "Don't look at it."

"That won't work. I can feel her looking at me," she insisted.

Grumbling, I got out of the warm, comfortable bed and ripped the damn poster off the wall. Then I got back under the covers. "Happy?"

"Thanks, Jacob," she whispered with a smile in her voice.

"Go to sleep," I replied.

There was silence again.

"Jake."

I knew it was too good to be true. "Yes?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"I feel weird," said Nessie. "I've never slept with you without getting laid first. I feel like I'm getting gypped."

"I'll make it up to you," I promised.

"Okay," she smiled. "Goodnight Goodbody."

I pulled her closer. "Night Satan."

AN: I orginally wrote a cheerleading group therapy session, but changed my mind. This was originally supposed to be BS:K outtakes, so someone needed to be kidnapped. If you want to read it though, I'll post it on my blog. There's a link to that on my profile. Just click on the link that says Homepage. Thanks for reading. Reviewers get a preview of chapter 11.