Summer vacation has started... actually, it has been going on for a month now :| ; re-posted "What a Twisted Happy Ending", that was quite rudely taken down because of a naughty word in the summary. Therefor the reviews and readers are now gone; but it's okay because I know they were there in the first place X)

…though I'm still kinda pissed… `-` On other notes, I think I might update more often now, perhaps not every week, perhaps not by a schedule because I've realized I'm no good at keeping up with those. Maybe I'll post two chapters in a row. Maybe three days apart; who knows?

Forgive me for being a nugget?

..and..

Review?:}

**Jelly-Bean-Jr.

Lakota's point of view:

"Lakota!" I glance up in a bored manner from the TV, my body cuddled quite comfortably against Quil with Embry's head in my lap. All the while watching a very gorgeous man kiss a less attractive women with makeup artists that don't seem to understand when enough was enough. Seeing Jacob I salute with my laziest arm and yawn. Lolling my head back to the screen and assuming the butt munch would drop our issues from earlier today to indulge in an amazing, talk-less activity such as TV watching. Waiting a long while and noticing that Jacob didn't do as I was mentally willing him to I bring my attention back over to him and decide that he probably wanted an introduction as well as an invitation.

Because Jacob is just complicated that way.

Cue the eye roll…

"How've you been, Black? Kiss any girls lately?" I ask, doing my dandy best to lighten the mood. But judging by his unhappy lip pursing I hadn't done a very good job. Staying quiet for a long moment he gestures me forward. Huffing heavily I reluctantly roll off the couch and away from the humongous people heaters. One human heater complaining that their amazing headrest was gone – meaning Jacob upset two people. Which gives him two strikes. One more strike and I'm back to the couch. Dusting myself off I walk over to him and smile sweetly, clasping my hands together with an adorable eyelash battering.

"Yessss? What is it you need?" I groan, frustrated with Jake's serious face. Hesitating for a long moment Jacob clears his throat and grabs a hold of my hand, leading me upstairs. Frowning I glance over my shoulder at Quil and Embry, scowling when I realized neither of them – with an exception of Embry's complaining earlier – had anything against Jacob whisking me away. For all I know he could be planning to murder me – take me out of the picture so he and Bella could ride off on one of those horses with the horns between their eyes.

…who could also, quite possibly, vomit glitter. Hell, who knows?

Taking me to my bedroom Jacob sits down on the bed, sniffing a bit and frowns. Squinting at him curiously I hesitantly sniff as well, but couldn't find any scent that would make the boy frown. My room smelt the same as always. Very similar to artificial vanilla bean – courtesy of my ice cream.

"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting my fine butt down on the floor by Jacob's legs, peering up at him with my best innocent and ignorant expression. Expecting him to give me an explanation about his unhappy sniffing, he completely misunderstood my question and jumped right into the whole Bella thing. Which immediately made me want to do nothing more but hold my breath, plug my nose, and hope that would get me out of this conversation.

"You know I'm sorry about what happened earlier, Kota. I… I didn't kiss Bella, she kissed me, and I pushed her away as soon as I figured out what happened," he defends, looking down at his lap. Raising an eyebrow I shake my head at the sorry sight before me. Now, I know, very well, that I've stressed the fact that Jacob was a drama Queen. And who doesn't seem to see the signs when I've officially let go of a problem – and my whole Bella problem? No longer exists. But, deciding to be a good girlfriend for once, I'll soothe his worrisome thoughts.

"I know," I nod, staring up at him, my gaze flickering over to the dog toy under my bed – a small, nagging voice in the back of my head saying this wasn't the time.

But how tempting it was…

"You know? Good then… no," he pauses, shaking his head as if he were distracted, "no, you don't know," he sighs, making me look up again, starting to get the suspicion this was some kind of lead in to the whole imprint talk. Hopefully this one will be a hell lot less sappier than the one Seth gave me…

If not, I could always hold my breath and plug my nose.

"Are you implying that I'm stupid?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowing at the second possibility.

"What? No… just, Lakota… I love you." Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock…

Staring at him with an open mouth I blink a few times, cocking my head to the side. Jacob loves me? Well, duh, but… it was kind of weird hearing it from him. My eyebrows furrowed, not entirely sure if he was going to tell me about the imprint now, or if he just wanted to get lucky. Because, let's face it, Jacob can't stay a virgin much longer – especially if what Seth said was true. Meaning… I'm stuck with Jacob forever. Blinking again, my eyes widen even more. Crap. Oh crap. I hadn't thought of that, living with him forever… getting married… having to probably push out living creatures? I shudder at the thought, vomiting a little in my mouth.

"Oh jesum," I groan, wrapping my arms around my stomach.

"Lakota?" Jacob asks, his voice laced with concern. My mind, however, was much too busy trying to conjure up a traumatizing scene of me birthing. Something a teenage girl most definitely does not want to see or even think about, thank you very much.

"Kota… what's wrong baby?" he asks quietly, making me look up and glare at him, keeping my eyes locked on him firmly, very much determined to get this out.

"I will not have sex with you until we're at least 30," I growl, making him give me an even more worried look. Hell, even I was worried for my sanity. I mean, did I not just imply that I'd willingly stay a 30 something year old virgin?

How pathetic.

"Lakota," he repeats slowly, reaching out to kiss my forehead. Sighing quietly I roll my eyes and look up at him impatiently, wanting him to continue before my brain started to think of even more disturbing images. If possible, that is.

"I love you," he says again, watching me intently. After a long moment of silence something snapped into place and I snort, covering my mouth to muffle the sound that already escaped. Oh, right. He wanted me to say it back.

"Yeah, yeah, I like you too," I roll my eyes, leaning back and watching him. Frowning in response to that he leans closer, squinting his eyes and repeats himself for the third time, adding emphasis.

"I LOVE you."

"Ahuh…" I say slowly, smiling at him now, "I like you too." Groaning in frustration he moves to sit down in front of me, grabbing my hands and leaning so close that I was almost positive it would be considered as him breathing my damn air.

"I love you, and I want you to know that I've probably been in denial earlier on about loving you. And it nearly killed me to see you like that when you found out about the kiss, and I- I just figured right now I shouldn't keep any secrets from you from now on," I smile at that, nodding along and waiting for him to say something about the imprint.

"So I wanted you to know that Bella invited me to her graduation," he says seriously, watching me. Staring at him my smile falls slowly. That's it? A freaking graduation? This out of all the other crap he could tell me came out to be the most important? !

Okay… keep calm, Lakota. Don't kill your boyfriend… even if you want to wrap your hands around his beefy throat… keep calm and… try to look somewhat interested.

"…oookaaay," I start slowly, glancing around and humming, "so… you aren't going?" I ask, raising an eyebrow and smiling again at the thought of Bella's face when she realized Jacob wouldn't be there.

"Erm… actually, I thought you'd want to go as my date." Not going to lie. I liked my idea better.

"So you want to go?" I ask, trying to figure out what this meant.

"Only with you," he rushes out, grinning in what I assume he thought was charming. Rolling my eyes I give up on trying to be a good girlfriend and reach under my bed for the dog toy, squeezing it a few times to make it squeak.

"I'll only go with you if we play fetch," pausing when Jacob gives me a startled look I clear my throat, quickly trying to think of an excuse, "you know to… prove your loyalty to me?"

Like a dog…

Heh. Sometimes I make myself laugh.