I can't stop picturing Jacob and Leah singing together. 'JUST YOU AND IIIIIIIIIIII, DEFYINGGGGG GRAVITYYYYYY.' Seriously.

Jacob makes no sense in this. I'm sorry. I'm just not very... into anything right now. You're lucky I didn't make them sing.

"Wh- What are you doing here?" Leah asked as she closed the door behind her. Jacob leaned back against the kitchen counter, acting as if he owned the place. He was suddenly very serious.

"Where the hell were you?"

Leah gestured with her arm in a sweeping motion. "I was on house arrest."

Jacob scowled. "Yes, I know. Where were you before that?"

A bubble of anger started up in Leah's stomach and made its way to her throat, spilling out with a tumble of words.

"Why do you care?" She asked him defiantly. He opened his mouth to retort but Leah cut him off.

"Why does anybody care? Why does everyone act like me running away is cause to alert the fucking army, when whenever I'm actually home, all anybody does is ignore me! Why do you all act like I can't take care of myself, when I morph into a goddamn fucking werewolf! Why does everybody pretend to give a shit when I leave?"

Jacob stared at Leah in wonder, as if she had just sprouted an extra pair of arms on her head and was doing the YMCA.

"Do you honestly think nobody cares about you, Leah?"

Leah nodded, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Then you're a dumbass."

Her mouth dropped open. "Excuse me?"

"You're a dumbass!" He said, throwing his hands in the air like she was a lost cause.

"How fucking dare you! You can't just come into my house and then insult me! You tell me people actually miss me and then you say shit like this, and you wonder why I leave! Jesus Jacob, you're not the smartest are you?"

Jacob just shook his head, a smile poking the edges of his lips up, as if he couldn't believe he was having this conversation. Leah couldn't believe how arrogant he was. She clenched her fists.

"Why are you here, Jacob?"

"I'm here because I was fucking worried about you! Why do you always have to lose it, Leah? Why can't you just keep a cool head and talk things over, for once?"

Leah stared in amazement at him. "You're mood swings are really starting to piss me off, Jacob."

"As opposed to you, whose mood is bitchy, 24/7? At least everybody knows what to expect, right?"

"Why are you like this?" Leah asked incredulously. "Why are you so rude, and mean, and cold? Why are you acting like you don't care, Jacob? What happened to you?"

Jacob stared at her for a long moment, and then rolled his head up so he was looking at the ceiling. Then he brought it down again, and he was staring at Leah with such intensity she unconsciously took a step back.

"You. You happened to me, Leah."

"What?"

"You! Because I can't be nice to you Leah. I can't just make you laugh, I can't just joke around like with everybody else, because that's not who you are. You're sarcastic and bitter and I can't be just normal, funny, happy Jacob Black around you because you don't respond to that. I have to be like you. And after awhile of pretending to be like you, I become like you."

"So why do you still hang around me then? Why don't you just go back to being the happy, normal, funny Jacob Black that everybody loves?"

He smiled. "Well, that's the funny thing."

Leah could not honestly find anything funny, at all, in this situation.

"Because I don't want to, Leah."

Leah started shaking her head before she even realized it.

"I like being around you. I like talking to you and those rare times when I make you laugh or smile, they make me so happy. I like being around someone down to earth, hell, I even like fighting with you, Leah! Even though you make me angrier then anybody else in the whole damn world, I like being around you."

She started shaking her head harder now. No. Nobody liked being around her.

"You think that nobody likes you, Leah, but it's not true. It's just that you make liking you so hard."

Leah was still shaking her head, so hard she was starting to get a headache. Jacob crossed the room and took her head between his hands.

"Stop it. You're going to get shaken baby syndrome or something," he joked, smiling. Leah jerked away.

"Don't."

"Don't what?" He asked, his face confused. Leah looked away.

"Don't touch me," she whispered, staring at the wall.

"Leah…" he said softly, making his way to her again. She slunk back against the wall. "Leah, I'm sorry."

She laughed. "For what?" He hadn't done anything. He hadn't fallen for her. He hadn't imagined what it felt like to touch her over and over. He hadn't craved her taste, hadn't seen her face every time he closed his eyes. He had nothing to be sorry for.

"I think I owe you an explanation, Leah."

She stayed silent. Jacob suddenly turned awkward. "For that night that we… well… you know."

"Refresh my memory," she said dryly. Jacob sighed.

"For that night we had sex."

"Oh. Yes. That night. I'd forgotten."

Jacob flinched, and she felt the tiniest bit of remorse.

"What about that night?" She asked, wishing she had a chair to sit in, but she didn't want to move.

"A lot of things happened, Leah. All of that with Nessie… I mean, she's my imprint. I love her. It hurt, that she didn't want me anymore. She still doesn't. She's made that clear," he said, and Leah debated between asking what the spawn had done and going over there and messing up her perfect, beautiful face.

"That night… I wanted to get back at her. I wanted to hurt her. I was just so angry. I was hurt. All I wanted was to try and hurt her like she had hurt me."

Leah's knees started to give out from under her, and she slid down the wall and collapsed on the floor with a thud, pulling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She didn't want to hear this. She didn't want to hear Jacob Black say that the only reason he had slept with her was because he was angry at his stupid fucking little imprint.

"It was wrong. It was wrong to use you like that, Leah, and you can't even imagine how much I hate myself for that. But…"

Leah jerked her head up to stare at him. But? There wasn't supposed to be a but.

"It was all to get back at Ness, Leah, but that night… once we got into your bedroom, I didn't think about her once. Not once, Leah. All I could think about was you."

Leah's hands started to shake. She sat on them so he wouldn't see.

"And that scared me. And I know that doesn't make up for anything that I did. I treated you horribly, and I'm sorry about that. But thinking about you instead of Nessie… thinking about you in a… a… a romantic way…"

Leah's legs started to shake, so she brought her shaking hands up to try and stop them.

"It was just… Jesus Leah, I don't know how to say this."

She tried to get up, but her legs wouldn't hold her, so she just stayed against the wall.

"It's like… it's like when you're out in the sun for so long, and you get used to it. And then you come back inside, and everything is that weird, pinkish colour, and it takes your eyes a while to adjust to it. But then, once they do, you realize that, even though being outside in the sun is nice, it's just as nice inside, with air conditioning and lights and things you can control."

"Are… are you saying you can control me?" She asked shakily. Jacob grinned and laughed.

"No. Not at all. Nobody can control you Leah. Not even yourself."

She nodded, resting her head on her knees.

"But I can control how I feel about you. No, that came out wrong. I can control myself around you. Dammit, this isn't making any sense. It's like, when Nessie hurt me, I wanted to yell at her, to scream at her, to hurt her back. But I couldn't, because as much as I wanted to hurt her, I didn't want to hurt her. But with you? God knows how often we fight, and I can yell at you Leah. I can hurt you and scream at you as much as I like, and I don't have to worry about hurting you too much."

Leah was trying to figure out where this was going, and she was trying to figure out if this was a good thing. It really didn't sound like it.

"Because I'm not bound to you, Leah. I'm not your soul mate. But that's what makes this better. This is a choice. Being with you, I can hate things about you. I can't hate things about Renesmee. But all those things I hate about you, Leah- like how you won't trust anybody, how you won't let me in- it just makes all the things I love about you so much stronger."

Leah started shaking her head frantically again. "No. No, no. No. You're with… you… Renesmee. You imprinted on her. You can't just forget her!"

Jacob sighed, running his hand through his hair before letting it drop at his side.

"You're right. I can't. It won't be easy, and I'll still be over there a lot. I'll still think about her. I'll still hate Nahuel. And I guarantee you, you and I will get into a lot of fights about it."

He took a step closer to her, crouching down so he was sitting on his heels in front of her.

"But dammit Leah, this isn't right! Imprinting, it's not right. It's cruel. It's wrong. And I don't want to be a part of it. Even through it all, with imprinting on Ness and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I hated it. I loved her- I still do. But I hate how I'm drawn to her. I hate it, Leah, and I'm not just going to submit! I'm not going to just accept that I'm supposed to be with her forever because somebody said that was how it was! And I don't know if this will work. I don't know if I'll be able to do it, Leah, which is why it's wrong to ask you to be with me, because what if I can't? What if I need to go crawling back to her?

"I might not be able to change it, Leah, but I have to try."

Jacob reached out his hands and took hers in his.

"You're shaking, Leah," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"Thanks, I wasn't really aware of that fact."

"See? That's why I love you. Because you manage to stay sarcastic and bitter even through declarations of love."

Leah, for her part, didn't comprehend a word he had said, because she was too preoccupied over the fact that he had said love twice in that sentence.

"If you were thinking about me, then why… why did you go see her, after?"

Jacob sighed. "I told you it wasn't easy, Leah. I was upset. I was confused. I was supposed to be with Nessie but I had just slept with you and all I could think about was you, which didn't make sense, so I went to see her, because normally, being with your imprint clears up all your problems."

Leah rolled her eyes. Of course it did.

"So I went to see her and she was with Nahuel, again, of course, and she didn't even hug me when I got in, just gave a little halfhearted smile and turned back to him."

"You were arguing with her, weren't you? When I got there."

He nodded. "Yeah. I was telling her that being treated like shit didn't make anybody feel good and she said what are you talking about? And I said that she didn't appreciate me and that I would do anything for her and she treated me like shit. And then she said that just because I was drawn to her because of some weird wolf thing didn't mean she had to live the rest of her life by my side."

Leah let out a noise from the back of her throat. Jacob held up a hand.

"Relax, Leah. So then you came in and had your little, er, break down? And then you told her," he shook his head in disbelief, "your little speech about who she could fuck, and then you left and she turned on me and asked me why I couldn't control my beta."

"Little bitch," Leah murmured underneath her breath. Jacob let out a sigh.

"So I just… left."

Leah gave him a look. "You did not just leave."

He shrugged. "Okay. So I turned around a few times. But I never once knocked on the door."

Leah leaned back. "What can you expect, Jake? I mean, she's spoiled rotten, she gets everything she wants…"

Jacob just shook his head, looking down at the floor.

"Do you remember that day on the beach? When I said I didn't have any reason to fight against it?"

Leah nodded, her throat constricting.

"I lied."

She gave a halfhearted laugh. "You're making a mistake, Jacob," she said, and she hated herself for ruining the moment, but she had no choice. This was wrong, and Jacob would realize that it was wrong and he would leave and it would be easier to just end it now.

"No, I'm not," he said, laughing. And then he shifted onto his knees and leaned closer, his hands on either side of her head.

"You're going to regret this," Leah told him. He laughed, his breath in her face sweet smelling, and Leah could remember that night, and damn she wanted him, but dammit, there was no way this could be real.

"I guarantee you I will regret this many times, Leah. But it's not a mistake. It's real."

And then he brought his lips to hers, gently, and Leah responded with enthusiasm, bringing her hand up to cup around his neck as he brought her away from the wall and onto his lap.

Maybe she didn't have all the answers, and maybe there was nobody out there who could give her all the answers. But there was somebody out there who had some of the answers. There was somebody who wanted to find more of the answers. There was somebody out there who wanted to fight for her, who would rather stay inside then be out with the sun. There was somebody out there who was willing to go against the forces of nature, who was willing to fight gravity, all for her.

And she was sitting in his lap.

One last chapter guys. Are you as upset as I am?