Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns twilight I just play around with her characters and use them for my own selfish needs. And McFly sing the song used in his chapter, it is not mine, I have just used it to make my characters look stupid.
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"I'm making a list of all of things that I miss whenever we're far apart. The way that you kiss, the taste of your lips. I'm telling you from the heart cause baby I just wanna knowww…" Laila sang loudly twirling around the kitchen laughing. Joining in I slid off the counter and shook my hips comically as Laila snorted.
"Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya love me?" I screeched picking up a fork to use as a microphone. Laila reached for the radio and turned it up as loud as it would go. I twirled around as I continued to shake my hips.
"No. I don't love you," she smirked flicking pancake batter at me. Trying to pout and failing miserably I giggled as she pulled on my hand and spun me towards her.
"Do you need a little tiiiiime..?" I stuck my tongue out at Laila as I wriggled from her grasp. She narrowed her eyes in mock anger as she began to chase me around the kitchen.
"No I definitely don't need time," she laughed above the music. Crawling under the table to get out of the reach I stuck my leg out to trip her up.
"Do ya, do ya, do ya want me to hold you when you cry?" I sniffed mockingly and rolled my eyes. Laila dipped her fingers into the pancake batter and grabbing my leg pulled me out form underneath the table. Wriggling around the floor I let out a scream as she tickled my sides an evil glint in her eyes.
"Pfft as if I would cry," she muttered sarcastically pulling me to my feet. Shaking my hip I twirled around with my hands in the air. Laila grabbed a spoon and shimmied towards me. My stomach hurt from laughing too much. We both glanced at the radio and grabbed each others hands as we continued to shake out hips.
"Do ya, do ya, do ya love me?" we both screamed dramatically through our laughter holding our make shift microphones up to each others lips.
"Oh definitely," a low rumble came from the doorway. Squeaking loudly I slipped on some pancake batter on the floor and fell into Laila's arms as my eyes flickered to the doorway of the kitchen. My face flushed a bright red and behind me Laila let out a high pitched sound as she stopped dancing.
Paul stood smirking in the doorway as his eyes raked the length of my body while Jared's eyes were sparkling and his mouth literally hung open as he gazed at the scene in front of him. The music continued to play in the background but Embry's laughter seemed to drown it out.
"Oh my God," Laila groaned picking a piece of food from her hair, "kill me now."
"Gladly," I muttered under my breath trying to regain my balance and used my hair as a human shield so the boys couldn't scrutinize my embarrassment. I could have sworn that I had locked the front door.
"I thought," Embry gasped between laughs, "that you c-couldn't dance Kimmy."
Turning my back on them I scraped my hair into a messy bun as I turned down the radio and tried to clean up. I heard Embry's wail of pain and I smirked slightly to myself, he had deserved that. Jared always knew what to do to make me feel better.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Laila asked, her voice still slightly breathless. She didn't encounter embarrassment much and when she did she found it hard to forget. My face flushed a deeper red again as I remembered the way I was shaking my hips and screaming the lyrics. I wondered how long they had been watching us.
"We came to see the show of course," I could hear the smirk in Paul's voice without turning around and I could tell Jared was watching my every movement as heat crept slowly up my neck. Pulling at the bottom of my too small tank top I wished the floor would just swallow me up.
"Kim's Dad had to stay late at the council meeting and we offered to bring over some pizzas and stay with you for a bit." A smile tugged at the corner of my mouth as Jared spoke but I still didn't turn around trying to calm myself. Running a cloth over the counter I ignored Embry's remark of 'you missed a spot.'
"We were making pancakes," Laila spoke almost defensively. Turning around I noticed the stubborn set of her jaw and the slight pink tint still staining her cheeks. I leant against the counter as my eyes briefly met Jared's, he smiled widely.
"Was that before or after you decided to paint the kitchen with pancake mixture?" Paul muttered raising an eyebrow. Laila scowled at him.
"Pizza's here," a low voice announced as he walked into the kitchen placing the pizzas on the table. I forgot my embarrassment for a second as I ran up and hugged him tightly inhaling his new scent of the forest.
"Quil," I murmured almost disbelievingly. Hadn't it only been the day before that he had sat alone minus his friends? Trying to fit my arms around his newly developed frame I realised he had experienced a growth spurt like the other. Something wasn't right, but I had no time to analyse it as Quil picked me up off the ground and spun me around. I buried my face in his chest, he smelled so much like Jared.
"I better let you go now," he whispered into my ear, "or Jared might break every bone in my body."
Surprising myself I jumped out of Quil's arms and into Jared's just as quickly, receiving a light kiss on the cheek from him which sent familiar shivers down my spine. Laila who still sat at the table rolled her eyes at my dramatics. I felt a little drunk on the air around me, it was strange for me to feel so free.
"How come I didn't get that welcome?" Embry frowned mockingly as he grabbed a piece of pizza from the box and stuffed it into his mouth. Jared pulled me tighter into his arms and pressed his lips to the top of my head.
"Because she has better taste than a self centred jackass such as yourself Embry," I could fell Jared shaking slightly with his arms around me, his skin seemed boiling hot as always but I turned to frown at him.
"Your not cold are you?" I murmured, "we could shut the windows?"
Around me the boys burst into fits of laughter, but Jared only smiled gently down at me. I didn't get the joke.
"No," he kissed me chastely on the lips, "I'm not cold."
Lily sat at the table looking slightly like the was in the middle of a mental hospital as Paul, Embry and Jared threw insults at each other over her head. So much for our girls night in. I shot her an apologetic smile but it didn't quite reach my eyes as there was no place else I'd rather be than in Jared's arms.
An hour later I was smiling triumphantly as I fell back onto the armchair and snuggled into Jared's arms. Quil looked outraged as he glared down at the controller in his hand and Laila merely rolled her eyes as she flicked a page in her magazine.
"I cant believe your girlfriend beat me again," I froze in Jared's arms as Quil spoke, "are you some sort of weird Xbox fanatic who stays up all night playing? I bet you are!"
"No," I managed to choke out still frozen, "I just have raw talent."
"Upset that you got beat by a girl," Paul elbowed Quil as he grabbed the controller I had left on the floor, "winner plays Embry?"
"Sure," Quil spoke grudgingly still glaring at me.
The word girlfriend seemed to consume my whole body. It seemed to echo in my mind. Such a casual use of the word from Quil made me wonder if that's what Jared referred to me as. Jared sensing my anxiety tugged on a loose strand of my hair and shuffled me around on his lap.
"You don't have to be my girlfriend if you don't want to," he smiled limply, it was almost as if he always knew what I was thinking, "I mean I can hardly blame you for not wanting to be considering I haven't even taken you out on a proper date yet-"
"Of course I want to be your girlfriend," I interrupted shrilly.
"Play hard to get," Laila mouthed from across the room. The phrase made me laugh, I had never been so willing to just throw myself into Jared's arms. 'Hard to get,' had never really been my thing anyway.
"I promise to take you out on a proper date soon," Jared ran his hands up and down my arms as if trying to warm me up. He was like my own personal radiator. I laughed a little as he picked a piece of food out of my hair that I had obviously missed earlier. Scanning the empty pizza boxes on the ground and listening to the sound of Quil's groans of defeat I wondered what I had ever done before on a Friday night without Jared. He seemed to complete me.
"You don't have to," I laced his hand with mine, admiring the way they seemed to fit perfectly together, "we're going to the dance soon. And you're here tonight."
"I cant believe your expectations of my originality are that low," he winked to let me know he was joking as he continued to play with my hair, "this is going to be one of the best dates of your life."
"Well I haven't been on many dates," I laughed, "so that wont be hard to beat."
"Well we will have to change that. Wont we?" My heart skipped a beat as his face moved closer to mine. Breathing in the scent of trees and rain I inched forwards a smile on my face. He placed his hand lightly on my hips and shifted me closer to him. Our lips were mere centimetres from touching. I licked my lips in anticipation.
"Kim!" a high pitched voice exclaimed. So shocked I fell from Jared's lap my lips still pursed. Landing with a thud on the ground I let out a wail of pain as Jared knelt down quickly beside me. Looking around him I chewed on my lip as my eyes widened. No way. No fricken way.
"Mum?" I croaked. Another figure appeared behind her pulling a suitcase along. Everyone was silent. Even Paul managed to stay quiet.
"Jared?" the figure spoke quietly. My heart seemed to slam against my chest as I gasped for breath. My mind flashed back to the kitchen and Jared's hands inching their way under her shirt, his lips on her skin. I shivered and lowered my gaze.
"Bethany?" Jared's voice was hesitant and glancing up I saw he was looking at me rather than her. I was eternally grateful for that tiny gesture. Laila's eyes were practically popping out of her head and Bethany looked confused as Jared relaced his hand with mine. My mum looked furious.
"No offence," I spat, "but can you please explain what the hell you are doing here?"
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