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Warning! The following chapter of Twilight: Reversed Roles contains major fluff, due to the fact that the author first followed the book's chapter on it, but was dismayed to find out that it was super-duper short. Thus, fluff was added. Enjoy! (Thanks again to OutsideJokes for Jared's catchphrase and thank you to Davii-Hime for the idea that could've subbed baton racing in chapter 15-16, but is now included in the fluff...)
I opened my eyes to a brightly lit room, one that was all too familiar to me. Light from the outside world shined into the room through the window behind me, and reflected off the glass top of the coffee table a few inches away from me. I was stretched out comfortably on the longer part of a white, L-shaped couch, with my head in someone's lap. I let out a rather loud yawn, and the lap moved slightly as the owner of the lap chuckled.
"Good morning, sleepy head," Jacob said, stroking the top of my head. "Did you have a nice…eighteen hour nap?"
"What?" I sat up from Jacob's warm lap, looking around my mother's living room in surprise. The clock on the wall next to the front door read out that it was six-thirty in the morning. "I slept for that long?"
"Like you said yesterday," he said, amused, "that werewolf blood is some pretty powerful stuff." He ruffled my hair in a natural gesture, and I leaned my head against his shoulder. We sat silently together for a moment, listening to the noises in the kitchen of the wolf-girls laughing with another familiar sounding voice.
"Emily called your mother yesterday," Jacob said quietly, "and told her our little cover-up story. She arrived a few hours ago…You should've seen the look on her face when I answered the door!" He smiled to himself.
"So wait, what's your masterful story?" I asked. "I need to know if I'm going to be the innocent victim in your play."
He kissed the top of my head. "Innocent victim? No. Damsel in distress? Yes." I opened my mouth to say something sarcastic, but he pushed his finger to my lips. "Now, as I was saying, I came to Phoenix roughly a day or two after you left, thinking about talking some sense into you. You agreed to meet me in your house, but you caught some sort of bug from being in the heat after so long. That's why you've been out for a while; Claire told your mother that long naps help cool you down and deal with the heat." He grinned, triumphant.
"Okay then," I said, "then tell me this, Mr. Stephenie Meyer: why are all the other Quileutes here?"
"Good question," he replied, playing along. "Well, some of the elders wanted a break from us teenagers, so Sam and Emily volunteered to take all of us to Phoenix for a little vacation, while at the same time, using them as backup for you returning to Forks. I tried to get them to stay at a hotel, but you were so insistent of them staying over here that they agreed…"
"Lies," I mumbled. "The wolves are going to eat everything in sight."
"Don't worry; the wolf-girls are limiting them. You now have a pickle and a few bananas left."
"By the way," I added, motioning down towards my fresh t-shirt and comfortable slacks, "who changed my clothing?"
"Relax; it wasn't me or any of the wolves. The wolf-girls took you to your room when we got back, changed you, and then I carried you back down here. It's not like I want your mother to think you had a massive nosebleed." We laughed together, and then relapsed in silence. Jacob began to hum a familiar tune into my ear, and I realized it was our song, our wonderful song from back in Forks. Forks…and the airport…I had done some pretty stupid things to get to my mother, who was safe all along.
"I'm sorry," I said suddenly.
"For what?"
"For…everything, I guess. For lying to all of the Quileutes, for running off to Syrah without even telling you…'
"For nearly dying and taking yourself away from me forever?"
"Yeah, that too." I thought for a moment, feeling a need to change the sudden tense atmosphere. "Did you guys know that Syrah was the girl the clouds predicted?"
"Yeah, we realized that after we killed her," he said, his tone slightly cold at the mention of the huntress. "Sam talked with the elders over the phone, and they said the Forks clouds announced that the threat was gone. Rather magical, don't you think?" He laughed, and I realized that Jacob was laughing an awful more since I had woken up. But there was a sound that touched the edge of his chuckles and laughs. That sound was of relief.
"Can I ask you something else?"
"Now what?" he teased.
"Did Claire like give you some magic herb to protect your skin from Syrah's whip?"
"Kinda," he admitted. "It was a special herbal remedy that was like a defense for our skin against any sudden hits. If Syrah had planned them, it would've hurt, but we all know Syrah wouldn't have done that…I suppose you're going to ask how we found you now?" Before I could respond, he continued on. "We followed your scent, which hung in the air for a mighty long time. No offense or anything but…" I put my hand over his mouth, glaring at him, and he laughed a muffled simper.
My mother suddenly entered the living room, and her eyebrows rose slightly at the sight of us sitting together. I could imagine what she was seeing. A handsome, beautiful boy laughing and speaking affectionately to her daughter…If she was going to have another talk to me about "when a man and woman love each other", I was going to die for real this time.
"Hello, Jacob," my mother said, surprisingly smiling a genuine smile. "There's some coffee and breakfast in the kitchen, if you'd like. Emily sure knows her way around the kitchen…I think she knows it better than me!"
"That's not surprising," Jacob said in response. He put his mouth to my ear, and my mother's eyebrows rose even higher, as if they were about to go through the roof. "I'll be right back. If you need a distraction, give the coffee table a kick."
"You're horrible," I giggled back, pushing him playfully away from me. Jacob stood up from his seat, and gently patted my mother's arm before waltzing down the hall to the kitchen.
My mother turned to me, the curious expression still in tact on her face. She sat next to me, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand as she examined me. After staring at me for a while, she leaned in and gave me a warm one-armed hug. I hugged her back, glad to know she hadn't felt the wrath of the angry Syrah. As I hugged her, I caught the scent of her coffee and stared back at her with my own puzzled expression.
"Why does your coffee smell like your air freshener?"
My mom flushed red. "Claire was making the coffee, and she wanted to know what herbs I wanted in mine…I couldn't think of anything else…She's very good at this for someone so young…But let's talk about you! You didn't tell me you had such good friends, sweetie."
Now it was my turn to blush.
"The boys are all rowdy –they kind of remind me of when I used to teach high school classes– and all of their girlfriends are so nice and sweet…And my goodness; they're all incredibly good-looking. Especially Jacob. I've taught you well, huh?" She wiggled her eyebrows at me, and I laughed, giving her a light shove.
"Yeah, I guess you have," I said with a sigh. "Hey, where's Phil? Did he come back with you?" I asked, ready for the sudden change in topic.
"He's still in Florida…but he called me as I was landing and told me he got signed to a baseball team! Isn't it wonderful? His team bought this perfect little beach house for us –part of the contract, I guess– and you have your own room with a walk-in closet and there's the biggest pantry for the kitchen…"
"But Mom," I interrupted, "what are you talking about? I can't have a room with you and Phil. I live with Dad in Forks."
"What are you talking about, honey? You said many times before that you hated Forks. Besides, the house in Florida is literally on a beach! We're going to get our own boat and everything!"
"Mom, I have a whole life ahead of me in Forks," I explained. "I have friends, Dad, and this whole other group of people that feel like a family of mentors to me. And I wouldn't trade them for the world." It occurred to me that as I said this, the kitchen had gone awfully quiet. As I ended my sentence, I thought I heard Emily sniffle.
My mother finally caught my drift and lowered her voice. "Is it Jacob? Can't say I blame you if it is..."
"Not just Jacob," I replied, flushing red again. "It's the whole group of Quileutes" –minus Leah and Paul– "that's my reason for staying. Besides, you seem to like them all rather well."
"Yes but…" She took a small sip of her coffee, and peered at me over the rim of the cup through her chocolate brown eyes. "I think he's falling for you." She didn't bother to say who she meant; it was implied in her tone.
I smirked, knowing he could hear me. "I think so too, Mom. But the thing is, I love him back. It may not be entirely equal, but it's pretty save to say it's just as much. I'm absolutely crazy for him."
"Yes, darling, but…you're so young, but so in love! I saw you before with him, and it's like nothing I've ever seen. I'm pretty happy with Phil, but your relationship with Jacob is a billion times stronger than ours."
"Don't get over your head, Mom," I said gently. "I'll get over it."
"I hope so. He kind of looks like a resident bad boy, and I know he doesn't act like it, but I hope he doesn't break your heart, sweetie." She patted my knee reassuringly and got to her feet. "Do you want some breakfast? I can get Emily to whip up those delicious pancakes she made before…"
"It's fine, Mrs. Dwyer," Jacob said formally, and we both turned to see him standing in the hallway, holding a tray with a plate piled high with pancakes, and a large mug of delicious smelling coffee. "I'll take it from here," he said with a simper, and my mother laughed, a genuine one that didn't sound forced at all.
"Of course, Jacob. And please; you know you can call me Renée. I should probably go call Phil before he worries…Did you make sure that the other boys didn't trample my garden?"
"Yes ma'am," he replied cheerfully, walking over and setting the tray on the table. "They're playing football," he explained to me, sitting down next to me and handing me the mug of piping hot liquid. I sniffed it delicately, and inhaled the most amazing scent of cinnamon, cocoa, nutmeg, and vanilla extract.
My nose touched the small squirt of whipped cream Claire had topped the drink off with, and Jacob leaned over to wipe it away with his finger. He examined the cream for a moment, and then stuck it in his own mouth with a smirk. My mother stared at us for a moment, and then finally left the room. Jacob watched her leave, and placed the heavy tray onto my lap.
"Eat up," he said, stabbing a piece of already cut pancakes and lifting it to my lips. I opened my mouth, and he popped it in. After chewing for a few minutes, I could taste the most original things in there and I turned to Jacob.
"Apple cinnamon blueberry pancakes?"
"Very close," he replied. "It's Emily's recipe. It's apple cinnamon strawberry cream triple chocolate chip blueberry pancakes, and topped with maple almond syrup. Do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it!" I opened my mouth for another piece, and he obliged. I took a sip of my coffee, and sighed at all of the flavors that lingered in my mouth. It was as if my taste buds were having a party…
"I'm surprised at you, Bella," Jacob said casually, popping another piece into my mouth.
"Mmph bwy?" I asked through a chew.
"I thought you would want to move to Florida with your mom. You like beaches, remember? Besides, I would be someplace where you wouldn't be in any real danger…Somewhere you'd be safe…"
It took me a moment to comprehend what he was saying, the way his eyes looked sad as he spoke, but in a rush, I understood and nearly spat my chewed up bite of pancake at him. I forced myself to swallow, and then spoke.
"What? Are you insane?" My lip trembled at the thought of him disappearing from my life, and a single tear ran down my face. "W-w-why would you say that?"
He sighed, and leaned over to gently kiss my cheek. His lips trapped the tear that had been slowly making its way into my food, and parted, allowing his breath to hit my cheek and warm it. "Bella," he said, voice muffled against my skin, "I won't go anywhere unless you want me to leave."
"Well, I don't want you to go anywhere," I retorted angrily. "After all, you're the reason I'm moving around with not a scratch on my body. You're the reason I'm even speaking to you right now."
"True," he admitted thoughtfully, "but I'm also the reason why you got tangled into the mess with Syrah. And standing in that alley, thinking I was too late to save you –too late to even hear you say another word– was the worst type of living hell I've even been through." He stabbed another piece of pancake, this time popping it into his own mouth.
"Hey!" He ignored me, lost in his own train of thought. "While you're eating my food, can I ask you something?"
"What is it?" he asked mid-chew.
"Why didn't you put the other two and a half pints in? Then I would've been just like you, a she-wolf like Leah. Who knows; I might've even imprinted on you."
"Bella…" He took my head in both of his hands, forcing me to look at him. "You are the holder of my heart now, and I could never put you through the pain and agony of becoming a wolf. Were you not there when you were thrashing about because of the suffering that was going on in your body? It hurts, Bella, and it gets a lot worse because your body needs to grow, preparing itself for staying permanently the same age until you find the one."
"But I could make it through that," I fibbed, looking straight into his amber eyes. "All you have to do is hold me down and take my hand."
He grimaced, and looked away for a moment. "What about your family? The rest of your friends in Forks?"
"Renée has her own life to live with Phil, and Charlie's used to being by himself. After all, he's lived off his own cooking for a while as well. The friends in Forks aren't even what I would call friends. Maybe Angela is one, but not the others." I thought for a moment, and then found another bomb to throw at him. "Besides, I'm going to be aging every single day and you're going to be dating a gradually aging girl. How are you going to deal with that?"
"If Quil can deal with Claire, I can deal with you," he said easily. "Besides, if we're staying in Forks, I would never find a reason not to leave you."
"But what if you imprint?" I pressed. "You would leave me, an aging woman, by herself while you stay with some other broad. But, if I were a wolf, then I could imprint on you and we would be all right."
"I've told you this," he said, pressing his forehead to mine. "A wolf can't control his or her imprinting, so you can't force yourself to imprint on me. And second of all, if you were a wolf and I did find my…other one, you would hear my thoughts twenty-four-seven, and I would be able to feel all of your jealous or angry emotions. Something like the other she-wolf in the family…"
"Fine," I huffed, my breath tickling his nose. I leaned in unexpectedly and planted my lips on his. He jumped at my action, but let out a groaning noise and kissed me back.
Unexpectedly, there was a loud crashing noise from the large window behind us. I flinched, as did Jacob, and we turned to see Jared tackling Seth into the glass, a football tucked under the younger boy's arm. The wolves were putting on a big show of being hurt, even thought it was obvious that they were both okay, but I knew my mother's window wasn't going to last that long.
"Aren't you going to stop them?" I asked Jacob.
"Hey, if you can't beat them, join 'em." He jumped to his feet, and helped me up as well. "I'll throw your pancakes in the microwave; you can eat them later," he said, picking up the plate with one hand and dragging me down the hallway with the other.
"Where are we going?" I complained.
"To play football, my dear," he replied, entering the kitchen and throwing the dish in a microwave without a second thought.
The wolf-girls, who were gathered around the kitchen table, preparing food for another meal –lunch, which made some sense I guess, because of the wolves–, looked up at us. Claire's eyes lit up like Christmas tree lights.
"You're going to play football, Bella? Hell, if you're playing, I'm playing."
"I'll play too," Kim volunteered with a smile. "Emily?"
"I'd love to play," Emily sighed, "but I've got to get this stuff prepared before nine o'clock, or else there won't be any lunch for the wolves. And you know how wolves can get when they don't have dinner…" She pointed to Jacob. "Don't you, Jacob?"
"Yeah, yeah," he said, rolling his eyes playfully. "Come on, guys!"
We herded outside, and the other wolves were more than happy to let us join their game. So, we split into two teams. All of the wolf-girls, plus Seth, were on one team while the wolves, minus Sam who had gone back into the house to help his love, were on the other team. My team gathered together in a huddle to go over the plan.
"So, here's what we're going to do," Seth instructed. "I need a receiver –doesn't matter if she's a wide or tight– to help my backs when we're doing the running. The strategy will only work if we have one back, two tight ends, and one wide receiver…Bella, you up for being a receiver?
I was in a daze. I had no clue what Seth had just said. A wide or tight receiver…for his backs? Was he insulting us? And how many backs did he have? "I…"
"Great! So, we're going to do a run to set up the pass. Bella, you'll have to be ready to fake a run in order to throw downfield to Kim when their team is least expecting it. Simple right? Right! Now, Kim, I need you to…"
"Do you know what you're doing?" Claire whispered as we separated to get into positions. I shook my head. "In the beginning, you just have to run with me to our end, and Seth will throw it to ether of us. If you get it, you're going to pretend to run, and then throw the football to Kim, who's going to be waiting at the other end, when the other team isn't looking. I'll try and just hand it to you when I have it."
"Thanks," I said gratefully, and she smiled back before jogging to Seth for the first move of the game. I followed her, a feeling of perhaps dread in my stomach.
Kim and Jared were head to head in the middle of my mother's wide backyard. Kim had the football in her hand, and was pretending to sneeze to gross out her beloved. But Jared had tricks up his own sleeves. When she wasn't looking, he stuck his tongue out and licked the top of her nose. She shrieked and pulled her head out of the crouch, wiping it with the sleeve of her shirt.
Seth stood behind Kim, a look of honest determination on his face as he watched the other wolves prepare for the game. He motioned for me to stand in the back with Claire, and I obliged, feeling rather silly. I looked straight ahead and saw that Jacob was playing the same position as I was. When he saw me staring at him curiously, he smirked and winked, causing me to turn away with heat rising to my face.
"Hut twenty one! Hut, hut, hut!" Seth cried out.
I had no idea what those words meant, but before I knew it, everyone started to move. Kim threw the ball between her legs, landing perfectly in Seth's ready hands. Claire was already halfway across the backyard, and I scurried to keep up with her. Jared was running easily alongside Kim, who was actually trying to outrun him, while the others tried to grab Seth's ankles. But, for a sophomore werewolf, he raced across the field easily. No one was guarding me, so I waved my hands to Seth.
He saw me, and threw the football over to me in a perfect spiral shape. I scrambled to catch it, feeling it bounce off my head before landing in my arms like a fallen treasure. I looked around, spying Kim making her way to our scoring area. I prepared myself to carry out Seth's strategy but, before I could, I felt someone tackle me.
I was airborne, hugged to someone's chest like the football I carried, and I had my suspicions on who it was that was holding me there. His arms formed a cage of steel protection around me, and he rolled himself to the ground with me alongside him. He gently plopped me onto the grass, and looked down at me.
"Bella, you okay?"
I sat up, grass sticking to my hair and staining my pale shirt. "Jacob! Why the hell did…" I looked around, immediately noticing that it wasn't my mother's backyard. "Why am I in my neighbor's garden?"
"Whoops; might've overshot it…" Jacob raised an eyebrow, watching me hold the football –which I had surprisingly not dropped– closely to my chest. "Hey, you still have it on you?"
"Yeah…What's it to you?"
"Well, in our kind of football, whoever has a body part on the football when it's dropped gets to decide who does the play. I guess that's you then." He did a back flip, landing on his heels without much trouble, and held a hand out to help me up. I got to my feet by myself, ignoring his hand, and lifted a loose plank on my neighbor's gate. The space was small enough for a teenager my size to fit through, but not one of Jacob's side.
"Looks like you're going to have to go around," I teased, slipping through the space and landing in the green grass of my mother's yard.
"I beg to differ," Jacob replied, jumping over the five-foot high fence like it was nothing.
As the game went on, the other wolf-girls looked like they were having a just as difficult time dealing with the opposing team of their boyfriends. When Claire got the ball and started to run home, Quil used his wolf speed to catch up to her and pick her up by the waist, throwing her over his shoulder and running back to his goal before Seth could try to tackle him.
Another time, Kim threw the ball between her legs to Seth, but Jared reached for it as it went through and also tried to stand up as he did so. Kim ended up with her legs draped on Jared's shoulders, refusing to let go of the football, but yelling, "Damn it, Jared!" the whole way to the boys' goal.
And, to make problems worse, every time I managed to get near the ball, Jacob would find some excuse to tackle me into the air and make us land in my neighbor's backyard. He always managed to make me land ether softly in the grass next to him, or flat on his chest, with me clinging on for dear life. I once warned him that he was going to wake up my neighbors, and he easily responded that he could hear them if they did.
Overall, the boys were having more fun than we were.
"Come on, guys," Seth encouraged as we huddled on our side of the backyard. "We've scored only twice so far, and they've managed ten touchdowns."
"They've been cheating!" Kim pointed out, rubbing her legs carefully where Jared had accidentally jabbed her while carrying her on his back to the goal. "Besides, I bet they can hear us right now, because they're using their werewolf hearing. Right, Jared?" she added in a barely audible voice.
"Right, sweetie!" called Jared from across the yard.
We all shot Seth looks, and he shrugged. "That's what they always do. What we need to do is keep trying, and hopefully the sun will be at its hottest point and we can go into the air-conditioned living room. Okay? Use your powers of a wolf-girl to your advantage!" His words seemed to inspire the two girls and they nodded in response. Unfortunately, they did little to help me.
When Quil had the ball in his hands, and Claire was running alongside him, she pretended to trip and landed facedown in the dirt. She let out a soft sob, and he immediately stopped what he was doing, walked back to her with the football, and bent down to see if she was okay. She slowly nodded, plucked the ball out of his unsuspecting arms and then ran like the wind, scoring a point for our team.
Kim used her words in the funniest way possible. Normally, she would yell, "Damn it, Jared!" if he outran her or was about to score. So, she acted as if she was out of breath and huffed her signature line for Jared. Satisfied, he slowed his pace to a more human one, and Kim caught up to him, grabbing from him and running off before he could comprehend.
But, like I said, I had no real plans that I could put into action against Jacob. If I tripped, he would score and then go to help me up. If I yelled, "Damn it, Jacob!", he wouldn't care because it signified nothing. The only thing I could do was brace myself for impact every time I went within one yard of the football.
"Why must you always tackle me?" I complained after another successful flight in the sky by Jacob Airways.
"Because it's funny watching your facial expressions as you fly," he replied, rolling over and letting out a yelp. I looked over to him, and saw that he had squashed several flowers of my neighbor's backyard. "My fault," he smirked, getting to his feet and offering me his hand again.
"Let's hope they think it's the squirrels," I commented.
"Ah yes, blame the poor, innocent squirrels. Like they have a chance." His eyes flickered with humor. "They kind of remind me of you."
I shot him a look. "Excuse me?"
"It was a joke, Bella," he said lightly, pulling me to my feet. "The squirrels don't have a chance, which is somewhat similar to how your team doesn't stand a chance at beating my team during this game of football."
I tried to give him a shove, but he didn't even budge. "Are you saying that a bunch of girls and Seth can't take on a whole team of mutant wolf players who act as if they are on steroids?"
His humorous smile vanished, and was replaced with a more mocking one. "Actually, yes, I do. In fact, I don't think your team can score another goal before lunchtime."
"Want to bet on that?" I challenged.
"Gladly. If we beat you…you have to…" He thought for a moment. "Ooh! I got it! You have to let me tackle you whenever I want when we get back to Forks!"
"Whenever you want?" I grimaced. "Fine, as long as it's never during school or in front of Charlie."
"Deal."
"But if I win…" I bit my lip, deep in concentration. "You have to…you have to change me into a wolf."
There was a long awkward silence, followed by a strange choking noise coming from Jacob's throat. "W-w-w-w-hat?!" he cried out, sputtering wildly. "I-I-I-I-I…You can't ask for that!"
"Why not? If you're so confident that you'll win, then there's no worry…right?"
"Y-y-yeah, b-b-but…"
"Then it's settled." I slipped underneath my neighbor's fence, and approached my team. "We need to score another goal," I announced to the surprised wolf-girls and Seth. I didn't bother to tell them about the deal; all they needed to know was that we had to score a point right now.
Jacob really didn't want to hold up his end of the bargain if my team won, and it obviously showed in his team's more aggressive approach to playing. The older wolves showed no mercy for Seth, tackling him so hard that the noise of their bodies clashing sounded like boulders crashing down from a mountain. They also seemed unfazed by the wolf-girls now, adapting Jacob's perspective at the game. It was as if Jacob had told them about our deal, and they were also determined not to turn me.
Eventually, Emily stuck her head out from the screen door and gave us the five-minute warning. Five minutes before the game would end, and we would have to go inside to eat lunch. This excited Jacob's team, and they huddled together, whispering in cheerful tones.
"Only five minutes left, guys," Seth sighed as we stood on our side of the field. "We can do this. One point is all it takes." We broke from our huddle, scrambling into positions as quickly as we could.
The ball was to Kim, and Seth hutted. The ball was transferred, and Claire and I ran to the side. Seth ran, but Quil was hot on his trail. Their motions were blurred to the point where they looked like out-of-focus pictures from a camera, and Quil pounced on the younger boy. Seth threw the ball just mere milliseconds of being tackled, and the football spiraled through the sky. And, dear God, it was coming straight towards me.
I was maybe two yards away from the goal. I could make it if I ran; the wolves were too far away to catch up to me in time. Maybe I could fake a run and a throw at the same time, so everyone was caught off guard. Yes, that was what I had to do.
I dived for the ball, catching the end of it by pure luck and rolling on the grass to my feet. I pretended to look for Kim, who was waving her slim arms around in the air, and faked a run and throw, my hand in the air. All of the wolves turned to Kim, who was staring around for the ball, perplexed. And that's when I started running.
Jacob was the nearest person near me, and saw what I had done. He started sprinting towards me, his feet barely touching the floor. Only a yard left now, if I could just close the distance…Jacob was gaining on me, maybe a foot away from me now. He was going to tackle me! Holy crap, he was going to tackle me again!
The chalk line on the grass showed the goal. I was half of a foot away when I felt Jacob push the small of my back. I fell forward, my arms outstretched to meet the line, and I braced for the weight of Jacob's heavy frame on top of my own. The lightest touch of Jacob's flat stomach and abs touched my back, sending shivers down my spine, and I realized that he in push-up position, hovering just an inch away from my body.
"Lunch time!" Emily called out from the kitchen.
Jacob chuckled, getting to his feet easily. "Looks like I win," he gloated, helping me up with a smirk.
"No way!" I exclaimed, gesturing to the football lying on the grass. From above, it looked exactly on the faded chalk line. "We agreed that any football on the line counted as a point!"
He shook his head, still simpering. "Look again, baby," he grinned, and I bent back down to the grass. From eye level with the ball, I could now see that it was maybe half an inch away from the line. "You see? I win," he boasted.
"B-b-b…I-I-I-I…"
"You know what time it is?" Jacob said, a big smile coming onto his face.
"Oh. Crap. You wouldn't…!" His beaming face told me the answer. "Damn it!"
And then I was airborne once more.
See? Aren't you glad I included the fluff? :D
As you can see, I tried to make Jacob lighter when it comes to the topic of Bella's changing, unlike Edward's reaction (Edward: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOO WAY JOSE! Jacob: You'll have to play me for it :D)
Criticism on my turn of fluff greatly appreciated (especially since I think I suck at fluff :P) but reviews are wanted even more, especially since we're this close *holds thumb and pointer an inch apart* to breaking 200+ reviews :)
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~Geneth