Hey guys, it's Monday and I'm holding up my end of the bargain and delivering another chapter. I received a great response for chapter, so thanks to the AMAZING sixteen reviews.

Well this is a rather short intro, but I guess that's because I can't think of anything else to say. Hmmmmmmm...maybe I should dilly dally a bit up here so the first few lines don't look so scrunched together. There we go.

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Jack POV

I let out a frustrated grunt as I kicked a pebble down my path home. I watched as it skipped and bounded down the path in front of me before settling to a stop. I continued to walk with my hands in my jacket pockets and when I reached the pebble I kicked it once again, pretending it was Jacob's head, or another spherical part of his anatomy.

"Stupid Bella," I said, "What does she have that I don't? A pussy? Tits? What's so great about those anyway?" I rolled my eyes, hoping that Jacob's reasons for Bella weren't at least purely physical, "And so what if they are, why should I even care?"

I nodded my head and continued walking home. When I could see my home approaching in the distance I grew slightly panicked and confused. There was a lone figure sitting on the front steps to my house and I silently prayed that David hadn't taken his morning sickness right to our front lawn. I wouldn't care about anything he had to say to me if I had to pass him; his slurs would be brushed off easily enough, no, I was more concerned with what people who saw him would say.

I wasn't the one who was drinking and getting piss drunk, but somehow I knew the words would find some way back to me and how it was all my fault, they always somehow did. I could just hear it now, "Have you seen David recently?" Fat Housewife asked.

"No," Bitchy Housewife replied, "Why, what's wrong with him?"

"It seems as if his son has finally driven him to the bottle," Slutty Housewife responded.

"Fucking bitches," I scoffed, just thinking about it making my blood begin to boil. Before I realized it I was nearly in front of my home and quickly preparing myself to get past David when I took another glance and realized it wasn't David sitting on the steps, but Quil.

I guess the sound of my feat trudging along through the kempt grass caught his attention and Quil looked up to smile at me just as I stopped in front of him. "There you are," he said with a simple, but quaint grin on his face, "I was beginning to wonder where you had gone off to."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I showed up about thirty minutes ago and knocked on your door, and when no one answered I got a bit concerned," Quil said.

"Sorry," I said, "I went to see Jacob; he said he wanted to talk but that was until Bella showed up, so I decided to come back."

"Well it's a good thing that you did," Quil said, "Otherwise who knows how long I would have been waiting for you to come back."

Speaking of which, why was Quil here? I sat down next to him and rested my head on his shoulder, "Not to be rude Quil, but why exactly are you here?"

"Don't you remember?" Quil asked me, "You said that you wanted to talk today."

And then I had remembered, I had asked him to come over on Sunday right before Jacob invited me to the bonfire. "That's right," I said, "I'm sorry Quil."

"What for?" he asked lifting my head so he could look at me.

"I forgot that we were supposed to spend the day together, and if Jacob hadn't been unavailable then I would have left you waiting for who knows how long." I said, "I'm not being very good to my boyfriend."

I looked down in a pinch of humiliation and a dash of shame. I waited for Quil to respond with some sort of angry comment, but instead was shocked when I felt his lips press against my forehead. My eyes widened and I looked up to find Quil grinning at me, looking extremely pleased with himself. "What was that for?" I asked

"You called me your boyfriend," Quil stated with a face splitting grin, "And unlike some people, you've been honest with me."

My heart swelled a bit as I looked at the pure and utter happiness on his face. "Still, aren't you mad that I went to Jacob's and basically forgot about you?"

"Not really, I know you have a lot on your plate," Quil said, "The fact is that you came back and instead of lying, you apologized and actually made me happy. Ever since Jacob and Embry stopped talking to me I've been really lonely, but with you it seems like that's starting to change, and I actually have someone who cares about me again."

We just sat there for a few moments, enjoying the silence and sounds of birds chirping off in the distance. Deciding to be daring, I leaned forward and slumped against his side, "I like you," I said as my arms moved around him to hug him.

"I like you too," Quil said hugging me to his chest, "A lot."

I couldn't help but smile and rub my head a bit against his chest. I stood and pulled him up, "Let's go inside," I said.

"Alright," Quil said, following me as I opened the door and led us to my room. I was going a little quicker than normal, hoping to make it there before David decided to appear from whatever dark corner of the house he was hiding in.

I let out a mental sigh of relief as my hand went around my door knob and quickly opened it. I beckoned Quil in before shutting the door behind us. Inside my room I looked down at my door knob and wished that I had a lock, but didn't dwell on it as I turned around only to find Quil examining my room.

"Cute," he said, "It's very cozy."

"Thanks," I said sitting down on my bed, watching him with interest as he looked around my room. I was slightly surprised as he took a deep breath and exhaled with what seemed like satisfaction.

"Smells just like you too," Quil said, "It's really relaxing."

"Oh really?" I asked, "And what exactly do I smell like."

Quil turned to me, a slight blush on his face, "Well it's hard to describe," he began, "There's definitely a scent of pine in there, a touch of mint, and the potent scent of vanilla."

"That's probably just my shampoo," I said, twiddling my thumbs.

Quil couldn't help the laugh that escaped his mouth, "Then don't stop using it," he said, causing me to look up at him in question, "Because it smells wonderful."

"Alright," I said, watching him as he took a seat in the chair across from my bed.

We stared at each other for a few seconds and just watched each other, this sort of awkward silence filling the room as we remained separated. "This doesn't feel right," I said.

"I know what you mean," Quil said, standing from the chair, walking over to join me on my bed. I swallowed the lump in my throat as he sat down next to me and pressed lightly against my shoulders, effectively getting me onto my back.

I blushed as he slid down next to me, resting on his chest so that we could look at each other with the slightest twist of our heads. "Better," he said as he looked at me.

"Quil?" I asked, "Don't you think this is a bit….intimate?"

"Well," Quil said, "I don't feel right sitting across the room from you, and I'm particularly fond of the idea of sitting hunched over on your bed and breaking our backs, besides this just feels right to me; it feels special."

"Special," I breathed lowly. I looked up at Quil and nearly melted and the sincere look of love and care he had upon gazing at me, while resting on his elbows. "I suppose your right," I said with a smile.

Quil lent down and kissed my forehead again running a hand through my hair as he did. I looked back at him in awe and truly loved being around him. We had hardly been "dating" for any time at all, but it seemed like we were both almost so desperate for affection that we truly relished in the fact that we were getting what we wanted from someone we could genuinely grow to love and care for deeply. In all honesty it still seemed to all be happening fast, but his warm touches and heartfelt looks were enough to make me overlook that fact.

"So, let's talk, shall we?" Quil breathed as he settled in next to me.

I nodded my head and we began talking on a wide range of subjects, spending the next few hours cut off from society as we learned more about each other and began to build a relationship off of the information we learned. Although it was such a relaxed environment with Quil I still kept my mind sharp, taking mental notes about Quil so I could try and be the best boyfriend possible to him.

I was about to speak up and start talking about a new topic when a yawn interrupted me. Quil looked at me with a cute grin, "Didn't get enough sleep?" he asked me.

"I guess not," I said as I yawned again.

Quil looked about ready to emit a small chuckle before he was unable to stifle a yawn of his own, "I suppose I didn't get enough sleep either. Care for a little catnap?"

"Here?" I asked, my face heating up at the prospect of sleeping in the same bed as Quil.

"Yah silly," Quil said, "Where else would we go?"

"Right," I said as Quil and I stood so I could draw back my bed's covers. I slowly slid into the bed with Quil and as we settled in a comfortable position, however I didn't realize how I seemed to inch my way to the edge of the bed, trying to create as much space between Quil and I as possible.

I heard Quil laugh from behind me before I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me away from the edge and against his chest, "Don't worry Jack, I don't bite."

I smiled and pressed back against him as I slid a hand up and down his bare arm. Once again this all felt extremely fast, being in my bed together, about to fall asleep like it was a common occurrence between us, but played it off on the fact that Quil was getting the much needed attention and love he lacked when Jacob and Embry essentially abandoned him, and I justified this to myself by telling myself that Quil was the first person to love and touch me in a passionate and deep way since my mother had left me.

I felt Quil rest his head on the crook of my neck as his grip around my waist increased and I was content with falling asleep then and there had it not been for the sudden flash back of images and sounds from the dream that had graced my presence just a couple of hours ago. Suddenly all I could think about was sex, "Was this leading to sex? Was I ready for sex if it did? Was Quil? Do I want sex? Does Quil?"

I was driving myself insane as a miniature war raged on in my head and I soon realized and admitted to myself that I wasn't ready for sex. Sure I had touched myself in the past and had fantasies about certain encounters, but I certainly wasn't ready to take that plunge with Quil, or anyone for that matter. I quickly decided that I needed to bring the topic of conversation up in case I found myself in a position that I wasn't comfortable with, but didn't exactly have the grounds to get out of.

I was so embarrassed with what I was about to do, but knew that I had to do it. While I wasn't some zero fun prude, I wasn't about to slip my clothes off and spread my legs, and I just hoped that Quil would understand that. "Hey Quil?" I began, noting the way he drew had his hands slightly under my shirt as he drew circles on my hips.

"Yah," he replied, the fatigue evident in his voice.

"What do you think about sex?" I asked.

Quil's hands immediately stopped and I thought maybe I had gone too far but was stopped as Quil began to speak, "I'm not really ready for that," Quil began, causing a wave of relief to flow over me, "I'm sorry Jack."

"Oh don't worry Quil," I said, turning over to face him, "I just wondered because I'm not ready either. I was worried because I didn't want you thinking I was inadequate or anything, I really do like you Quil."

Quil smiled at me, "Why would you worry about that?"

"I was just worried because I didn't want either of us to get the wrong idea or anything." I said, "I really like you Quil and I wouldn't want anything screwing up what we have with each other right now. This relationship is in the beginning stages and how we handle ourselves will really shape the things to come."

Quil nodded his head in agreement, "Good, because I'm perfectly content with hugs and just holding your hand at the moment."

"As am I," I said, "I mean I've never even kissed anyone, so sex is still a ways off."

Quil paused and looked at me, "You've never kissed someone?"

"No," I said, "We both know girls aren't my thing, and you're my first boyfriend, so I've never really been exposed to that."

"I see," Quil said, his eyes moving back and forth as he seemed to grow excited with the prospect of receiving my first kiss, "Well hopefully I can be your first," he said kissing my forehead yet again.

"Hopefully," I said before I emitted another yawn.

"Let's get back to that nap," Quil said, settling back down and pulling me back against him. I let out a peaceful sigh as I let Quil's warmth wash over me and rock me into a gentle sleep as I rested in his arms. This was how Quil and I were supposed to be, cute and innocent. Just this one meeting today quenched all my fears about him and showed how false my dream involving him had been. Sure maybe he could be dominant and demanding in bed and really know how to take control, but outside of that he was exactly as I knew and wanted him; cute, kind, gentle and caring, exactly what I wanted a boyfriend to be, and when those first times came I knew that Quil would be just as loving and caring as he always had been, and that left me excited for the future.

I fell asleep and waited to see what the future would bring.

Hmmmmm….I'm not really happy with this chapter mainly because I once again didn't get nearly as far as I planned.

I had so much more that I expected to do with my allotted space, but I once again incorrectly gauged what I had to work with.

I could have continued but I felt like this scene could and I guess, really needed to stand on its own, and there really was no time to start what I wanted to do next.

So once again, if I get a good amount of reviews the next chapter will be posted Thursday, Wednesday if I'm feeling really determined, but I still have another story that also requires and update as well.

I promise you that if I get to where I want next chapter that it's going to be a good one. I have this really great scene for Jack planned and I'm extremely eager to deliver it to you guys, so now all I need is the motivation from you guys.

I guess that there's nothing left to say except that I'm really sorry about how short the length is, but I couldn't start on what I had planned next because the chapter would have been longer then my tastes for this fic, and the very next scene just fits together with the next chapter better as a whole then it would have with this one.

One last thing before I go, I did this with another of my stories and I loved it so much I want to do it again. What does Jack look like to you? Feel free to send me a picture link or something and who knows, if I like him enough maybe I'll make him the official Jack. I've gotten some really great pictures, but I'm still eager for more.

Sorry for the long outro again and I hope to see you guys really soon.