"Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?"
~Henry Finck

Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky

Imagine all the people living for today
Imagine there's no countries
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too

Imagine all the people living life in peace
You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us
And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people sharing all the world
You, you may say
I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one
I hope some day you'll join us

And the world will live as one

~Imagine~
John Lennon


"Another two weeks?"

I heard a sigh on the other end. "I'm sorry, Anna, but Aunt Tracy's having trouble with the boys. They're going through some stuff-"

"And so am I, Mom, it's called boredom. It's a syndrome that will soon kill me."

"Ha-bloody-ha, Anna, that's not funny. Your father has to go back home, something came up at work so I'll be staying here. He can't have you running around the house like a chicken without a head-"

I scoffed. "Dad won't even notice if I'm there, Mom. Why can't I just go home-"

"Because you can't, and that's it. Now stop complaining and grow some balls."

I sighed. "I do have balls, Mom, I'm a hermaphrodite. Thanks a lot for my crappy fucking genes!"

I slammed the phone down, dramatics flowing through me as I let all my anger out on the phone, the sarcasm that had just flowed from my mouth still had its venom intertwined in my mouth.

Another two weeks?

It had been a week since Bella's wedding, and it had been five days since I had been down to La Push. After that day, I had just wanted to go home.

I was sick, and I wanted to go home.

I could just get in my car, and drive home.

It could be that easy.

I groaned as I raced to the bathroom, emptying my stomachs contents as I clutched at the pristine white toilet - my eyes closed in pain as my stomach became emptied for the second time today. Charlie was yet again at Billy's, and I had refused to go this time. I wouldn't allow myself to his face again, the face I had so longed for in the last couple of days.

And I didn't care if they held Charlie hostage anymore.

I would get the FBI involved, and then I would go matrix on their asses.

I had just had enough of forks.

I leant against the wall - trying to ignore the knocking of the door before I got up, wiping my mouth as I went down the stairs - my shaking legs becoming steadier as I ripped open the door, my watering eyes focusing on a tall figure of copper skin while unbearable heat that radiated from him and onto me.

I knew who it was.

I'd rather I hadn't.

"Jacob," I walked away from the door, asking him to close it as I grabbed a tissue - sneezing into it. "Sorry."

He rushed over to me, his gorgeous features contorting in concern. "Are you okay? Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

I shook my head, wiping my nose. "No," Shaking my head, running a hand through my knotted hair a I looked into his dark eyes, arching a brow. "Why are you here?"

"What?" He asked, dejected.

I shook my head. "What are you doing here? You blew up on me the other day, and now your here. Worrying that I'm sick," I exclaimed, chuckling. "So, what are you doing here?"

"I don't know," He said, deflated. "Charlie said you were sick and I just came because he said you were really sick."

I looked to him, narrowing my eyes as I pursed my lips. "Do you have different personalities or something?"

"No!" He exclaimed, his eyes narrowing.

"Well, what is wrong with you? Your a nudist one day, someone that has anger problems the next day, and now your all caring about my well being - your freaking me out."

He nodded. "Sorry."

I bit my lip. "You don't have to be sorry about it. Your giving me headaches."

He nodded, running a hand through his awful hair cut.

"I'm sorry, but I can't stand here looking at that anymore."

His eyebrows furrowed. "What!"

"That haircut. It's atrocious and it makes me want to kill myself with it's messiness." I said, grabbing him and I pulled him into a chair - grabbing the kitchen scissors.

I felt better.

My stomach no longer churned with sickness, nor did my head ache anymore.

Maybe Jacob was my cure.

Or maybe my stomach was just empty.

I started cutting his lopsided hair cut, biting my lip as I made sure not to cut his blemish less copper skin and my eyebrows furrowed as I concentrated in trying not to get distracted by his gorgeousness.

Pay attention, Anna, and just get through with cutting his hair.

"Are you going back soon?"

I cocked a brow. "Hmmm?"

"Back home." He said, almost painfully.

I shrugged, the sharp blade cutting at his raven hair. "A couple of weeks."

"When does your school start?" He asked.

"Oh, I graduated."

His eyebrows furrowed. "I thought you were sixteen!"

I smiled, ruffling his hair as my hands ran through his silky hair.

God, this guy really should do an advertisement for Head & Shoulders.

You are really, really weird.

"Turning seventeen in March, actually. I graduated early."

"Why?" he asked and I shrugged.

"I don't know. I skipped a grade a couple of years back, so I graduated."

He wanted the whole story, and I knew he would.

I should have just lied.

"My father is quite, well, he was the black sheep of the family. He's quite smart, and I guess I inherited that."

You didn't inherit it - you just had no friends.

He turned to me. "I'm sure your amazing."

Okay, he just got creepy.

"I think other people have different choice words for me." I said, hiding my smile.

He turned around, and I felt my breath escape me as he grabbed my wrist. "Your perfect."

I felt my erratic heart take off again and I looked down at him as his hot hand moved from my wrist, to tracing the curves of my breast, then down the curves of my torso until he reached my waist, pulling me closer to his hot body. Him sitting down was about the same height I was standing, just slightly smaller, and as he looked up to me - his other hand came up to my face, tracing the contours and lines on my face.

And then he looked up to me, his warm and mysterious raven eyes had me besotted and almost infatuated with their brilliant beauty - they're beauty astounded me.

Consumed me.

And then he raised his hand into my auburn hair, the auburn hair that hadn't been brushed in a couple of days and surely needed to be washed.

Yet I couldn't allow myself to worry about my insecurities.

All I could do was concentrate all my energy onto my breathing.

And not passing out.

Which is really hard to do considering it was taking every ounce of energy I had in me to stay standing.

"Your so," He paused, his hot breath on my face. "Beautiful."

And he was about to kiss me.

Me!

This guy could have any other girl he wanted, any other girl, yet he chose to kiss me! Elation swirled through me as he moved closer towards me, his lips inches from mine. I put my hands in his half done hair, yet instead of what I was expecting - my fingers found a wetness. I pulled my fingers back, my bitten nails covered in blood.

The metallic smell filtered through my nose and I shook my head, standing back. "Your bleeding!"

He came out of his trance, and looked at the blood on my fingers - his face that was so entranced before now becoming hard and stoic. "It doesn't matter. It's just blood."

I shook my head, wiping the blood on my sweat before going over to the counter - grabbing a cloth and I went over to him, looking at the two large holes that had obviously been caused by the scissors. "I'm so sorry,"

"It's fine." He said, and I shook my head.

"When I ran you over, I should have taken you to the hospital. I can't believe I didn't, I was so, so stupid. You could've been dead," I said, shaking my head. "I've caused you so much pain in a matter of a week. You must hate me."

He shook his head, smiling as I pressed the cloth to the wound. "I could never hate you, Anna. How could you think that?"

I chocked on my laugh. "So, the anger management five days ago when you blew up on the porch and said something about Bella. I could've sworn you hated me then." I accused, narrowing my eyes. "Or maybe it was the time when you walked in on me, naked, and then stormed out like I was the fucking plague! And then when I tried to help you, you went into the forest like George of the fucking Jungle!"

He looked up to me, laughter in his playful eyes. "Maybe you shouldn't have run over me then,"

I looked at him before laughing, taking the cloth off of his wound. "Well, then, maybe you should stop running in front of cars naked, and maybe, do what Tarzan did - if your trying to be like him - and put a loin cloth over it," I bit my lip, my eyes widening slightly at what I just said. "Not that 'that' is not attractive, I just mean, that most civilised people don't like seeing penei - multiple penis's - thrust into their face. No pun intended. And, just so you know, I think your, ugh, penis is very attractive." He sat in silence and I tried to cover up the awkward silence. "It's, urgh, very large and most girls like that. I guess you could call it statuesque, and in a way, very - urgh - pleasant."

He turned to me, his eyebrows raised. "Are we seriously talking about my dick?"

"It seems so, Tarzan. If you want - we can talk about my tits."

He smirked, chuckling lightly. "Do you mind if we talk about something else?"

My eyebrows furrowed, not liking where he was going.

Did he really want to go there?

Apparently.

Hey, you've been silent for a while - where were you?

Prefrontal cortex - interesting place, that one.

Ha-bloody-ha, your humour astounds me.

Your stupidity astounds me.

And we're back.

"Do seriously want to talk about vaginas?"

He took me look at me before bursting into laughter, shaking his head. "I don't want to talk about vaginas. I think, maybe, normal stuff might be appropriate."

I smirked. "Yeah, I guess."


Heres another chapter - did it while watching a documentary on John Lennon.

Just though you guys should know.

That guy is a legend.

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