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**PipTheOrphan**

Jacob's point of view:

Which was better? The fact that it was just Lakota and I in her house...together...alone. Or that she was now absently running her soft fingers through my hair while her other hand unconsciously rubbed a knot out of my shoulder? Both seem like absolute heaven to me, but considering that those two things are, in fact, happening right now was enough to make me want to pass out from happiness. I've never thought having an imprint would be so...well, it was freaking awesome, basically. I can't even imagine what the hell was going on in my head when I was pining after Bella. Bella this, Bella that, when Lakota was around. My Lakota, listening to me jabber on about another girl? I could've killed myself. Another thing about this whole imprint business, I think it has actually gotten me to mature. Just think, all this time I've been thinking Sam's got a stick shoved up his ass was because of Emily. Not that I'm saying Lakota's turning me into a boring stick in the mud...the opposite of that, really, just that I'm more mature while doing it. As little of sense as that made, it was positively true. And I loved it.

Lakota snorted behind me, both her hands leaving my body entirely. I frowned glancing up from her lap to see her grinning down at me. Momentarily making me forget what I was doing just a second ago. I probably would've stared at her too, if she hadn't started to talk.

"Dude, you were purring. Seriously, what the hell?" I blushed at the thought of me purring when she was running her hands thorugh my hair, and her hands kneeding my shoulders. That was a tad bit embarrassing.

"Sorry," I grumbled, too embarrassed to actually come up with a half ass excuse.

"Don't be, I thought it was kind of cute." There...this is where girls get so damn confusing. The moment I glanced up at Lakota she had looked away from me, almost like saying that my purring was cute was absolutely nothing. Well it meant something to me. Did it mean she liked me more than a friend? Had she always liked me? Had I always liked her without realizing it? Yet she was acting like she just commented on the weather. Girls; so fucking confusing. And, trust me, imprinting on one doesn't make anything easier. Maybe Harder, if you can believe that.

"Cute, how?" I pushed, smiling innocently. She only snorted in response, making me frown at the lack of explanation. The living room was silent for awhile, giving me a chance to stare at her without being noticed as her eyes were glued to the TV screen.

"I don't know," she finally muttered. And, if I didn't know any better, I would've guessed she was embarrassed. Then again, this is Lakota we're talking about.

"Maybe it's that I'm just a naturally cute guy?" I guessed, winking up at her. Lakota smiled, making my heart soar and shrugged, biting her bottom lip. Something that Bella used to do a lot - but, honestly, it looked impossibly sexy on Lakota.

"You honestly have to stop with that staring...kinda creepy. It's like that time Quil tried hitting on an older chic...only that it was a dude," I shuddered, remembering that day on the beach when some guy with long hair wore a speedo and a girls bikini top. Don't ask me why he'd do that, I don't have a freaking clue, but he did. And Quil found it in himself to hint on him...in his defense, the guy did look like a chic. However, his deep voice said otherwise.

"Quil so had that coming," I argued, grinning.

"I think they might've made quite the couple." True. I couldn't disagree with that. I could only shake my head, chuckling as I remembered Quil's face that day. He looked ready to shit his pants.

"We so have to bring that back," I hinted, Lakota nodded eagerly. Making me smile widely. Now I've realized what I've been missing. All those times I've whined about Bella...made me think about what Lakota was doing that whole time. Now that I think back at it she didn't seem too eager to hear about my obsession. She might've even seemed a bit jealous. That, idea, however flew straight out my head. Lakota, jealous? I'd like to live to see that day.

Lakota's point of view:

Jacob and I haven't hung out like this since...well, since Bella came. Or since the second I actually realized she existed. Honestly, if Embry hadn't mentioned her on the beach I'd probably still have no freaking clue who she was. Oh how I missed not knowing things. It makes it a hell lot more easier to act stupid when you're actually oblivious to it. However, when you actually know things is when stuff gets difficult. Le sigh...I looked down at Jacob in my lap, returning my fingers to his hair as I brushed through it, silently sending his hair a secret message to grow longer and coaxing it to comply to my wish. Seriously, I really wanted something to braid.

"We should go cliff diving!" I shouted, pushing Jacob's head away in a hurry, making him just about fall off the couch when I stood up on the cushions, jumping up and down. The idea was absolutely perfect! We haven't been cliff diving for the longest time ever. Oh how I missed throwing my body off large dangerous rocks and hurtling towards a possible death into dark waves of the abiss. I sighed, imagining the rush and the wind pushing angrily against my face.

"It's going to storm soon," Jacob frowned, his brows furrowing as he stood up, looking down at me with a whole lot of concern and worry.

"Well...I'm sure we can get in one good jump in before that, right?" Jacob watched my face carefully as I beamed up at him, clasping my hands together in my usual begging stance. All of which would usually deserve a hand to the face, a snort, and a 'hell no', today - however - seemed to be my lucky day. He said yes. Even though Jacob didn't look too happy with the decision he still said it. Resulting in me nearly breaking a body part when I attacked him in an excited hug, while screaming in his ear.

"!" I yelled, making it all sound like gibberish. But how cool would that be? Me speaking gibberish? I'd rule the freaking world.

"One jump, and only if the sky is clear," he said sternly. I frowned, making a face. Since when was he the boss of me? Right; since he's the one with the car. My shoulders slumped. If I had a car...the dangerous things I'd be able to do, I tell you, I'm a force to be reckoned with. But all I need is a moving vehicle, and a license of course.

"Come on, what about two? Just two," I said, holding up two fingers to make my point. Jacob frowned, giving me a look before sighing.

"We'll see, Kota." Hahaha! I believe a triumphant fist pump is in order.

"Just get in the car, we're jumping off cliffs," I said hurriedly, running outside and taking a quick glimpse up at the sky. So far, no clouds. Good, good...

"What's the rush?" Jacob chuckled, opening up the passenger door for me. I eyed him suspiciously for a little bit before ducking down and getting in, ignoring his comment for me to 'buckle in'. Seriously, no way in hell. Buckles are evil little things that restrain you, no way am I willingly going to clip that bastard thing onto me.

"We have to beat the clouds, of course! Jacob, tell me, when was the last time we threw our bodies off the highest-"

"Highest? No, Kota," I frowned, crossing my arms and glaring at him, a plan already forming in my head. Did he expect me to jump off the mini cliff? Because, that thing is, like, for the unproffessionals. And I, for one, am a total proffesional. I sweep the floor with all of those cliff divers. I am...the MASTER to all things cliff jumping. I'll be damned if the one person who actually had the nerve to push me off the highest cliff says I can't even jump off of it. Because if that's the real case here, Jacob's head needs to be checked. Or he's seriously turned into one boring stick in the mud.

"Why not?" I asked, watching as the trees thinned out a bit to give us a good view of the cliffs and water, what I didn't expect however was a certain bitch to be standing up on the highest cliff.

"Oh, so Bella can jump off the highest cliff and I can't?"

"What?" Jacob stomped on the brakes, his eyes turning directly to where Bella was standing on the cliff. How did I know it was Bella? Please, since when was there a pale face stupid enough to jump off a cliff alone? That shit's dangerous, people. Trust Bella whats-her-face to do that. I always knew there was something wrong with her head. And apparently Jacob caught whatever it was. Because they're are both unbelievably stupid.

"Tell me that isn't Bella," I said, crossing my arms and giving him a smug look. Jacob, however, looked very panicked. Next thing I know that boy has his foot pressed down on the gas pedal and we're nearly tearing the roads up. I had to literally dig my finger nails into the seat to keep myself from flying forward when he came to a screeching halt.

"Jacob, what the-" he tore open his door, screaming Bella's name as he ran towards the cliff. I sighed, rolling my eyes. Drama Queen. I mean, as long as she can swim...wait, can she swim? I shrugged my shoulders.

Eh, we'll found out soon enough.