Hello readers! Sorry about the wait...I had a really busy but great week. All I missed was a great guy like Jacob...oh well. Anyway, I have chapter 10 almost done already...I was writing it and decided to make another chapter. I know, it's confusing. So I'll hand the reins over to Jake and Anna.

Jacob: Okay, clones to the following very nice reviewers- Icy Cullen and Jessica (not Stanley).

Anna: Thank for the reviews, you made my creator very happy! So onto the disclaimer. I belong to Fall Out Guirl.

Jacob: And I along with the rest of the Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer. Hey Anna, do you think it's possible to stop the clones early?

Anna: Of course not..This story is FAR from over...Enjoy!

After Jake drove me home, he insisted on leaving until Dad was asleep. I had to doodle and blare my music to keep myself busy, since Dad wouldn't be home until eight. I had gotten a shower since I smelled of sweat, and threw on a tank top and shorts, since I was home alone.

I grew bored quickly, and my stomach let out a horrendous grumble. I rolled my eyes, racing down the stairs and studied the pantry. There was some noodles, some tomato sauce…Sounds like I'm making spaghetti for one.

I spotted a stereo waiting over on the counter, and I couldn't resist. I turned it up nice and loud, beat pouring out as I turned on the stove.

"I'm not paralyzed
But, I seem to be struck by you
I want to make you move
Because you're standing still
If your body matches
What your eyes can do
You'll probably move right through
Me on my way to you"

"You'll probably move right through, me on my way to you!" I sang, dancing around the kitchen. The noodles were simmering, and I had not burned them. I heard a knock at the side door, the one that branched out from the kitchen.

Jacob stood there, a grin set across his lips. I opened the door, and he eagerly wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Hey, love," he whispered, walking inside. I smiled against him, and he sniffed the air.

"Hm…smells like spaghetti. I hope I didn't interrupt you," he said, worry hinted in his voice.

"Nah, don't worry about it. I have more than enough for me. Want to stay? My dad won't mind," I offered. He smiled, shrugging his shoulder.

"I'll stay forever if you'll have me," he teased, and I laughed as I reached down for two plates.

"Sounds like a plan," I replied. He helped by getting out a spoon to scoop out the spaghetti. He kissed my cheek, washing his hands before turning to help me sit. I sat down, reaching for a fork. His dark hair was hanging in his eyes, which he swung gracefully out.

I grinned, twirling my fork to get a good bit of noodles. Jake smiled over at me, almost mischievously.

"What?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He rested his hand on my unused one, smirking.

"I just was thinking about how much I loved your dance moves…I saw you before I knocked," he admitted. I blushed crimson, shaking my head.

"Oh no…I look like a drunk flamingo when I dance…" I mumbled, and he shook his head vigorously.

"Not at all. Actually, it was tempting not to kiss you senseless when you opened the door," he said, which caused both of us to reach a whole new level of embarrassment.

He sat there, his eyes meeting mine as he stroked my hand. I shuddered inwardly at his touch, causing me to wind up with sauce on my cheek. My fork had slipped, and it had wound up splashing there…

"Eww," I complained, reaching my hand out of his to grab a napkin. He snatched it back, dropping his fork so he could wipe it off.

"Do I need to get you a bib?" he teased. I waited until he had finished before I swatted my hand at his arm.

"No, thank you," I retorted, standing up with my plate. I didn't eat much, and Jake had finished at the same time with three plates. Fortunately, I had made enough for Dad to have too.

Jacob stood up, and I gathered the plates and dishes. I set one in the microwave, keeping it on warm for Dad. The rest I took to the sink, and I started running the water.

"Would you like some help with that, ma'am?" Jake asked. I smiled, nodding.

"Sure. Hand me the sponge," I said, my hands already pouring soap across the plate. He obeyed my command, getting a white dishrag. I scrubbed the plates and pot, and Jake rinsed them before drying. I scooped up a bit of soap when he wasn't looking, and blew it right by his cheek.

"ANNA!" Jacob shouted, soap flying into his face. I laughed, and he dropped his dishrag. He scooped up some soap, wiping it on my arm.

"No, no! JAKE!" I yelped, and I shut off the water. The dishes were done, and he was laughing manically at me as he ran into the living room. I chased after him, managing to catch him by the arm. He had fast reflexes, and his arm snaked around my waist and tossed me onto the couch.

"Oh, please…don't do what I think you're going to-" I begged.

"Oh, I will. Believe me, I will!" he proclaimed, and his hands began to tickle my sides. I screamed with laughter, and I could feel his fingers precisely tickling each spot.

I tried to reach for him a few times, failing miserably. He kissed my cheek, stopping. My breath was rapid, panting. I looked up at him, his dark hair dangling close enough to brush against my skin.

"I love you," he whispered, helping me up to a seated position. I cupped his tanned cheek, smiling.

"I love you, too," I replied, my other hand in his. The front door opened, and I winced.

"And I love both of you, too. Nice too see you, Jake," Dad called, setting his keys down by the side table. Jacob winced, releasing me.

"Um, fine, sir," he answered, a blush coming to his cheeks. Dad didn't look thrilled that I had a boy on our couch, but I'm sure that he preferred this seating arrangement rather than what we were minutes ago.

"Dinner is in the microwave for you, Dad," I said, hiding the tremble in my tone. He nodded, giving me a 'We'll talk about this later' look. I nodded, as I led Jake to the door.

"I'm sorry," we both said automatically. Jacob laughed, kissing my cheek and forehead.

"Don't be. We'll just have to be more careful," I stated. He nodded his head, resting his chin by my shoulder.

"I'll come back at midnight. If you're not awake, I won't stay long." He whispered, trying to keep it inconspicuous for my Dad.

"Stay either way. I want you there," I protested, running my hand through the side of his hair. He let out a low moan, barely noticeable from my ears.

"You like that, don't you? Canine trait?" I teased. He closed his eyes, nodding his head.

"Very much…I'll see you in a few hours," he finished, setting one final kiss on my lips. He kept it quick, and in a flash, he was down the porch steps and walking to the Rabbit. I watched him drive away, and I sighed as I entered the house.

Dad was seated in the kitchen, eating his spaghetti. "Nice job on the meal. Did Jacob help you?" he asked. I nodded my head, seating myself across from him.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Dad. We just hooked up a few days ago," I blurted out, trying to get it out of my system. He stared at me, before making a response.

"He's a good kid, Jacob Black. Keep it appropriate, and don't make any stupid choices. I trust you and him, so don't violate it. Got it?" he said firmly. I ran over to him, hugging him tight.

"Thank you! I love you so much, Dad!" I shouted, and he let out a grunt, sounding like an 'I love you too'.

I ran upstairs, waiting for the time to fly.

I had been reading all night, just to keep myself from sleeping. Dad had gone to bed hours ago, and I could hear his raucous snore down the hall. I had been starting to get drowsy, when I heard a knock on my window.

I moved my curtains, and my heart leapt at the sight. Jacob was there, and his hands were waiting patiently for the window to slide open. I did so immediately, and I was met by his warm hands.

"Hi," I whispered, but he didn't even respond. Nope, he was too busy kissing me senseless. I couldn't say a word to him from there, my head swirling.

"Hello. You stayed awake for me?" he asked, his voice thick with concern. I nodded, and I sat down on my bed.

"Yes. You said you were coming, and I wanted to see you," I answered, as he seated himself behind me. He moved the blankets of the bed for me, tucking me like a little girl. I smiled, moving my arms so that they would wrap around his neck.

"So, what did you do?" I asked in a hushed tone, switching off the lights. He sat there for a moment, his warmth just keeping me relaxed.

"Met with the Pack. We had to discuss some 'Issues with Vampires'. Very boring," he replied, and I frowned at that.

"Why do you hate each other? It's impractical. Shouldn't you use each other for allies?" I asked thoughtfully. He stared at me, shaking his head.

"No. It's complicated…Most vampires drink human blood, and we were made as werewolves to protect our people, each other. And as these 'guardians', that meant being enemies with the very leeches that could harm any human. So when the first vampire clans or groups came forth, we made a treaty that they would stay near the town of Forks, and they were forbidden from stepping onto our reservation. It's a long and complex deal, but our leaders and Carlisle Cullen agreed to it," he explained. I buried my head against his shoulder, and his arms tightened around me.

"But why hate? Why the boundaries when Edward's family does not drink human blood?" I protested, staring up at him. He blinked, and I could tell how hard he was thinking of it.

"Part of it is what we were raised to believe. Children were told legends of the cold-ones. That's part of it…and when I loved Bella, every ounce of my small hate grew a thousand times…" he stated. I stiffened against him, my heart stopping. He released that I had frozen, and he immediately kissed my head.

"But I don't have the same anger anymore…it's as though it's been cast away. I forgot about it all, and all I can think of is you. Anna, I can't hate them the same way anymore. Part of me will hold a sort of grudge for my tribe, but for him taking Bella, I'm pleased now," he whispered, as he cupped my cheek. His lips drew closer, and my heart began to beat rapidly. "Because if Edward had not been Bella's soul, I do not know where I would be. I know that the Quiluete gods blessed me to give me you."

He closed the space between us, and I cherished each second that he held me. But one final question burned inside me, and I had to ask.

"If Bella had chosen you, would you have ever found me?" I choked out, my heart dying to know. Tears began to streak my cheeks, and he kissed each one away.

"Didn't I tell you? I did not imprint on her. Apart of me would have realized this, and I would have searched the heavens for the angel meant for me. And she came to me," he explained. I relaxed into his embrace, my eyes, drawing heavier.

"Get some sleep, love," he whispered, and I cuddled against his warm flesh. I closed my eyes, fatigue catching up with me.

"I love you, Jake," I breathed, and I felt his lips descending on my brow.

"I love you too," he answered, and I fell asleep with my wolf by my side.

Hola again. I'll update probably tomorrow, since I'm almost done with the next chapter.

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