Time to muscle Lara into Jacob's way and have some fun. Potentially.

Shout out to the Guest who reviewed this who said some really nice things about how the original was a coping method and that you're glad this is back! Really needed that today, you're rad. Shame you didn't want the nudes though.

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Lara's P.O.V

I had to use a map to get to La Push. This did not go well. The journey was probably doubled in time because I took more wrong turns than white people do in horror movies. I did get there though, and by the time I arrived I was glad to jump out of the truck. It was a clearing that was by the houses, where lots of the other cars were parked. I slammed the door shut and grumbled to myself about the time as I pulled the shit from the passenger side.

I made my way to the one Charlie had previously mentioned to be Billy's, and used my foot to knock on the door because my hands were full. I stood there, shoulders sagging and an increasingly pissed off look on my face as I waited. And waited. The old fucker was in a wheel chair but there was no way it would take him this long to get to the goddamn door. I stepped away from the door and peered around the house, seeing a garage with the door pulled up. I couldn't see if anyone was inside yet but I figured I'd take my chances and made my way down. I could always just dump the shit there anyway.

"Bells!" I cringed, my shoulders lifting up as I heard someone call after me. I turned around to see a tall, Native American babe with long black hair and and wolfy grin.

"Jacob?" My voice tilted with uncertainty.

"Come on Bella, be a little happier to see me." He was directly in front of me in a snap second, grinning down. Do I hug him? Would Bella have done that? I wanted to do that.

I decided on a yes, and placed the things down to sling my arms around his neck in a hug. He picked me up and squirmed. "Crossing a boundary there Jakey!" He chuckled and put me down, running his hands through his hair. I remember being disappointed when he cut it all short for New Moon. "I've got this shit for your dad."

"Such language!" He feigned offense and I punched his shoulder jokingly.

"Don't be such a pussy. Charlie said to give him these too." I lifted the case of beers and an idea clearly hit Jacob in the forehead. He started walking past me and to the garage so I followed. There was a bike there and a lot of its components beside it on the ground. "You've gutted the poor thing!" I laughed. He grinned and took the case off me, pulling two out and handing me one. I wasn't gonna say no.

"It'll thank for me for it later. You like bikes?" His voice was filled with doubt and his eyebrows were high. I cracked open the beer and drank heavily, having missed the taste. We drank a lot back home.

"Oh yeah man. I work summers in a garage, they don't let me touch shit but I like to watch when I'm on break." I explained. "It's fuckin rad." I added, peering closer at the bike. It looked rough, banged up and dirty. But that was just how I liked it. Sex, too.

Stop pretending to yourself that you're not a virgin. I chided to myself. Good point, me.

"You worked at a garage.. but not on the vehicles?"

"Too girly innit. And paid too little." I laughed, leaning back against one of the work tops. "I did inventory and carried shit around for them. Answered calls and shit."

He laughed. "A glorified secretary, then." I picked up a greasy rag and threw it at him, but he caught it straight out the air so I stuck my tongue out instead.

"Perhaps I should have worn a cute little pencil skirt and a blouse undone to here.." I gestured at about half way down my cleavage - or, well, where there would have been cleavage if Bella wasn't so damn slim.

That wolfish look returned to his face. "Hey no complaints here. You can be my glorified secretary if you want." I downed the rest of the beer and threw that at him instead, this time catching him in the chest. "You wound me, Bells."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "So, how's tricks? You do much around here?"

"Bikes, surfing. Bonfires."

"You fucking surf in this weather? Have your balls shriveled up and died?" He laughed boisterously. Didn't quite compare to Emmett's though.

"I'd say it takes pretty big balls to go out in waters that cold."

I nodded. "Oh aye, but those are metaphorical balls. I bet your real ones are prunes." I snorted. I was still holding the fishing stuff, so I set it down. "Am I alright to leave this here?"

"Yeah, I'll tell him you came by. Shame he can't see you, I know he was pretty chuffed about giving you that truck."

"Oh did he want to torture me by giving me that piece of shit?"

"Hey, I worked on that!" He sounded defensive, but still had a twinge of humour in his voice.

"Oh so its your fault then?" I grinned. "It fucking splutters at me every time I turn the engine on. Some day it's gonna drive me off a cliff, "Herbie Goes Bananas'" style." Boy, what a film to reference. Nice one, Lara.

"Eh, bring it over when I've got more time and I'll get it sorted for you."

"I dunno if I can trust you with it, considering the state its already in after being in your care." I stood up straight, taking his remark about not having much time as a cue to get gone.

He grinned wildly and stepped closer. "Oh, so is the glorified secretary gonna fix it instead?"

I laughed and met his eyes with challenge burning in mine. "Only once I've got that little skirt." I stepped back then and smoothly turned around, setting back off toward my car. "Have a good time with your shriveled ballsack, Jakey!" I called back, knowing he'd not followed me. He was far too big and heavy-footed to follow quietly, after all. I got back to the truck and pulled myself in, music straight on and seatbelt done up in seconds.

I set off toward home, being careful of the way back this time. I'd have to be careful not to get a lusty werewolf on my heels, so I resigned that I probably wouldn't be seeing him much. It was a shame, because I enjoyed his laddish company that always felt lost on Bella. I never cared enough to be 'team Jacob' or anything, because I fucking hated the lot of them, but he was definitely the closest this world had to my real type.

At least I'd managed to get a few laughs out of Eddie, though.

This one is shorter, but it was pretty much just a silly filler chapter. She wouldn't be going to La Push with the kids from school anymore because of her punching Jess so this seemed like the best way to get them to meet.

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~I.F~