"I think I need a job," Leah said, stabbing her fork into the pancakes Quil had just placed on her plate.

"What makes you say that?" he asked, turning the stove off.

She shoved a few pieces of pancakes into her mouth and shrugged, licking syrup from her lips. "I feel like I'm wasting away and doing something with my hands might, I dunno, make me feel better."

"Didn't you just quit your other job a few months ago? Go back."

"I cant," she shook her head. "It's not the same. That's the job I had before Sam died. It's like if I got back, I'll go back to that life before everything."

Quil shrugged and wiped his hands on a towel. "Well hey, I know that dive bar in town is hiring a new waitress. It might not pay much but you'll definitely be doing stuff with your hands," he offered.

Leah remembered that bar and she remembered being drunk off her ass and getting some sage advice from Black Santa. "What's the owner's name?"

"Jared. He's friends with Jake I think. He might be able to give you a little bit of a push in."

Leah felt her stomach flip at the sound of Jacob's name and shook her head. Even just thinking about him stressed her out, especially since they hadn't spoken since their kiss and frankly, she wasn't sure that she wanted to speak to him. Kissing him was one thing, and she definitely felt like crap about it but he lied to her. She actually had it twisted in her head that she was friends with him and then he lied to her.

"Nah, I'll just go in," she finally said, reaching for her orange juice.

Quil narrowed his eyes at Leah suspiciously. "Alright… well I'll see you later. I've got a bunch of 4th grade minds to enlighten today," he said, grabbing his satchel and heading out the door.

"Thanks for breakfast," she called, trying to eat her last few bites of pancakes just as she heard footsteps coming from downstairs. She assumed it was Seth heading to class but nearly choked when she saw it was Jacob, shirtless and dripping wet like he'd just gotten out of the shower. She looked down quickly and tried to avoid eye contact, like she was so interested in her plate of syrup.

"Oh," he said, noticing her and slowly walking into the kitchen. "Uh, morning.."

"Hey," she cleared her throat, reaching for her juice.

"This fresh coffee?" he pointed to the coffee maker.

"Um yeah," she nodded. "Quil just made it."

"Cool… you want some?"

Leah shook her head. "Thanks."

The tension was so thick, she practically felt like it was weighing her down and all she wanted to do was escape. She picked up her plate and quickly maneuvered around Jacob without actually being near him and tossed her dishes in the sink before bolting upstairs and shutting her bedroom door behind her. She covered her face and groaned into the palms of her hands, wincing when she realized there was a bit of syrup on them. Of course she got syrup on her face and of course the one person she didn't want to be alone with, much less speak to was the only person in the house.

Of fucking course.

This was her life. All the things she didn't want to happen had to happen because no day could go by where Leah actually had an okay day. She peeled her sticky hand from her face and cursed under her breath as she opened the door to head to the bathroom. She stopped, seeing Jacob standing there, his arm raised in a fist and his face, shocked.

"Uh…."

"Why are you standing in front of my door?" Leah frowned.

Jacob pointed to the mug in his hand and started to ramble. "Uh.. I brought you some coffee."

"I didn't want any."

"You're right, this is for me. Not you. This is my coffee. I don't know why I said I brought you coffee when this is mine, " he continued to trip over his words before groaning. "Leah we need to talk."

"I have syrup on my face."

"What?" he asked, confused.

She waved her hand, wishing he just understood that she didn't want to speak to him right now. "I ate pancakes for breakfast and I have syrup on my face and I need to wipe it off. Can we talk later?"

"Um, yeah that's fi-"

"Great!" she cut him off, pushing past him and practically sprinting into the bathroom. She silently screamed into the sky and angrily turned on the faucet.

"Fuck me, right?" she mumbled, splashing her face and staring up at the ceiling. "If there's anyone up there, what the hell did I ever do to you, huh? Why don't you cut a girl a break?"

Jacob opened the door suddenly, causing Leah to jump and take a giant step back.

"What the hell!"

"We need to talk," he said quickly, placing his cup down on the counter.

"This doesn't qualify as later Jacob," she said, reaching to turn off the water.

"I don't wanna talk later."

Leah scrunched her face, trying, her hardest not to scream at the top of her lungs and let out a long steady breath. "You're not gonna let me out of this bathroom unless we talk, are you?"

"Nope," he said, with a pop. "Look, you cant pretend I don't exist the same way I cant pretend you don't exist. I'd rather you hate me than whatever the hell is happening right now."

"Well lucky for you," she quipped.

"I'm sorry," he said suddenly, not meeting her eyes. "I was trying to protect Sam and it just got kinda fucked in the middle so… sorry."

Leah stared at Jake as he finished, his eyes still on the ground. She couldn't believe her ears. He followed her around the house, blocked her into the bathroom and practically held her hostage for that half assed apology?

"Oh my god, you're incapable of apologizing, aren't you?"

"What?!" Jacob's jaw dropped in shock.

"Is it your pride or like what?" she cocked her head to the side.

he threw his hands into the air in frustration and groaned. "What the hell is it that I'm doing right now then Leah?"

"You're avoiding eye contact and not really talking about why I'm upset. You're talking about it without talking about it which is a cop out," she said. "Look, Sam did what Sam did. And I hope to god he's paying for it but since he's dead, I cant take it up with him. You looked me in the eye and said it was before me. You are the one who lied about that specific thing. I don't need you to apologize for Sam, I need you to apologize for you."

Jacob gulped and ran a hand through his hair slowly. "You're right."

"Wait, what?" She wasn't expecting him to agree with her, much less do it this quickly

"I shoulda told you and I didn't. And I'm a dick for that and I swear to god if I could go back in time and change this entire shitty thing, I would because you might be a pain in my ass but you didn't deserve to be lied to. Not by me and not by Sam. I thought I was doing the right thing by hiding the truth about Emily from you but I wasn't. And for that I'm sorry."

Now it was Leah's turn to be at a loss for words. She wasn't expecting such an eloquent apology. Honestly she just thought that Jacob would just repeat his previous sorry and tell her to get over it if she didn't like it. A part of her wanted to hate him but she couldn't fully. Not after his apology.

Leah opened her mouth and shut it, not finding words and crossed her arms before giving an indignant nod.

"Also," Jacob continued. "I'm sorry for the other thing… you know… the kiss thing. That was just..."

"Weird," Leah said, filling in the blanks.

"I know right," he agreed. "I don't even know what came over me. You were just yelling and all I wanted to do was make you stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" Leah frowned.

"Like I was Sam breaking your heart all over again," he answered, meeting her eyes. "I don't think I ever wanna see that look again. Apart of me understands why Sam never told you about Emily because if he saw your face, it woulda killed him."

Leah nodded slowly. "Yeah well, good thing an aneurysm got to him before I could," she darkly joked, Jacob giving her a half smile.

He went to say more but as the words left his mouth, they were interrupted by Seth, his towel in hand and a confused look on his face.

"Why are you two in the bathroom. Together?"

"Talking," Leah answered.

"Coffee," Jacob said at the same time. They looked at one another and for the first time in days, shared a smile. "I was getting my coffee and Leah decided to blab my ear off. As if I wanna hear about her life."

"I'm sorry you only like the sound of your own voice Jake," she quipped, pushing past her brother and leaving the bathroom.

Seth still looked confused but shrugged a shoulder, not caring what his sister and roommate were discussing. "Whatever. Get out Black, I gotta shower."

Jacob grabbed his coffee and excused himself from the small room. "As you wish your highness."

A/N: Well I figured it was time Jacob and Leah reconciled. How long will it last for?