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Foo Fighters- My Hero

Too alarming now to talk about Take your pictures down and shake it out Truth or consequence, say it aloud Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary

Don't the best of them bleed it out While the rest of them peter out Truth or consequence, say it aloud Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary

kudos my hero leaving all the best You know my hero, the one that's on

There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary

There goes my hero Watch him as he goes There goes my hero He's ordinary

Part 25

More Changes

(Bella's POV)

Charlie's "funeral" had become a grand event. The small funeral home had been unable to accommodate the number of mourners and so everything from the viewing to the memorial service the day of his interment was moved to the biggest church in Forks. I believe that every citizen of both Forks and the La push reservation came to pay respects. That was how a family of vampires, werewolves, and witches ended up sitting in the pews of a Methodist place of worship. My mind wouldn't let go of the ironies of that day. Charles Swan's devoted nieces, one still pale from 'blood loss' and the other still with various bandages and bruises, had stood by the closed casket and greeted all 4743 people who came during that three day stretch. My eyes were constantly irritated by the torture devices masquerading as colored contacts. People mingled and bantered, pretending they knew him inside and out. If I were still human, I probably would have vomited.

When Allen and Mischa had arrived, snide comments about witches and the occult circulated. I had to stifle a laugh when Mike Newton's mother had whispered into Jessica Stanley's mother's ear,"Gypsies, criminals, and devil worshippers' the lot of them. I don't understand how Chief Swan was ever able to bring himself to let those girls socialize with the likes of that family." Carlie vibrated with fury at my side. Edward was still as stone, hands clenched into fists as he glowered at them. Jake had actually let out a low growl when they walked passed him. Carlie broke first, walking up to them with a sickly sweet smile on her face. "Actually, I'd rather be friends with gypsies, criminals, and devil worshippers than a couple of old, bitter, dried up backbiting little whores such as yourselves. At least I have family that is loyal. Now if you don't shut the fuck up, you're going to discover really fucking fast the reason skanks like your daughter Jessica and her pal Lauren practically piss themselves when our names are mentioned. Got it?" They had gaped at her, which made things worse. "Clean the jizz out of your ears and answer me before I find something bigger than the baseball bats you need to satisfy those saggy pussies with and shove them up your asses." "You can't talk to us like that," Mrs. Newton had protested. My sister had gotten right in her face,"Did I look like I was asking your fucking permission? You'd better think real fucking carefully about the next things that come out of your mouth because if I don't like them, I am going to rip off your tits. I'll get away with it too. Temporary Insanity. A few months in a psych ward and I'm home free. I wouldn't mind going back if it meant I had shut you the fuck up for talking about my family like that. Am I understood?" They'd nodded rapidly and literally ran from Carlie.

I heard both of their vehicles had been stolen and torched by the side of the road that same night. None of the family would admit to doing the deed, but I didn't care, I laughed too hard over it. Could that only have been two nights ago?

The funeral had culminated in a trip to the cemetery and another round of 'I'm sorry's' and 'At least he didn't suffer's'. Vampires, werewolves, and a witch were the pallbearers of the casket of a man we didn't know. The charred corpse of a homeless man found in Seattle that vaguely resembled Charlie was in it. Hours ago that same body had been placed in the ground and the crowd had dissipated to gather once again at the church for the after burial feasting. I had only been able to contain myself for 26 minutes when the urge to leave had consumed me. No one tried to stop me when I had grabbed Edward's keys and walked out the door at a brisk human pace. Edward had only whispered, "Come home when you can."

I'd driven around aimlessly, only half-consciously making the decision to come back to this place. I had been surprised to see Carlie there, sitting with her back against the headstone. She was humming to herself and taking long pull off of a bottle. Alcohol. Wild Turkey. Charlie's brand of whiskey. I had sat down beside her in the drizzle that was the staple of weather in this town. Her shoes had been abandoned at some point, her scarred feet covered in mud. I didn't talk. She, on the other hand, ranted about everything. We knew this entire process was an empty gesture in the end. A creature that used to be our uncle was out there and eventually we would have to track it down and put it out of its (our) misery. We knew that we would have to finish high school if we didn't want the authorities looking at us too closely. We knew a thousand other things and they didn't mean a goddamn thing right now.

At some point, my now inebriated sister got up and stormed off. I didn't worry, I could smell Jake was near. I continued to sit, lost in thought. In the failing light I see a figure walking through the rows, occasionally stopping and kneeling beside markers. I can't make out their features because of the deep hood, but I can tell it is a man. He stops a few graves away from me and kneels to peer at the marker. "Rough day miss?" he asks. I should ignore him, but i recognize that he is only trying to be polite. "Yes sir, my sister and I had to bury our uncle today. He was our last blood relative in the world." He nods sagely,"Yeah, I suspect that would make anyone have a bad day. Shouldn't you be finding more suitable surroundings about now miss? At least drier ones?" I nod, "Yeah, but the rain suits my mood so well that I thought it would be a good time to wallow in self pity." "Ah, the self pity card," he chuckles, "Be careful with that one. You use it too often and pretty soon you're laying with these poor bastards wondering where it all went. Yes, even the strongest break eventually, but what will define you that is how you pick yourself up and move on afterwards." I nod but don't answer, staring into the falling rain. Then white and the scent of lily hits me. "A trifle to help brighten your day some small bit milady," he says. I take it,"Thank you Mr..?" He chuckles,"Mr. M will do just fine Bella. Now your fiance is worried about you, don't you think it's time to go?" "Yes, thanks again..Wait, how?" I look up and I am alone except for the white lily. I search the area around me but his form never comes back into view. I taste the air for his scent but find none. How odd.

"Bella?" Edward's soft tone makes my body relax instantly. I turn and peer at his slow saunter up the hill, hands buried in his jacket pockets,"Are you ready to go home angel?" he asks. I bob my head, "Definitely, I don't think I want to see another human outside of my family for a month. They're honestly beginning to scare me." He chuckles and pulls a pale hand out of his pocket to caress my cheek as he reaches me. "They scare me too," he confesses, "Especially this one I used to know. Little thing, all long strawberry scented hair and big, innocent eyes the color of milk chocolate. She could do shit to me with a look that a succubi would kill to have." I kiss his palm and wrap his arm around me as we begin our journey back to the car,"What ever happened to her?" He gives me that perfect crooked smile, "Well, I stalked her until she agreed to marry me. It was either marriage or I ate her. I'm so glad she opted for the first one, now I get her as my bride and I get to eat her." I smack his arm,"You are such a pervert sometimes." He opens the door of the Mercedes, "Isn't that just part of my boyish charm angel?" I shake my head and get into the car.

He held my hand on the drive home, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin. He informed me that Alice and Jasper were staying at his parents home for the next few days, so the four of us would have the house to ourselves. His phone rings from the console I I check the ID. "Jake." He nods. I open the phone and put it to his ear, which he proceeds to hold against his shoulder, "Yeah Jake?" 'Carlie and I are going to the store, she needs to get some things. We'll be back soon.' I hear Jacob explain. "That's fine Jacob, take your time," Edwards replies in a gentle tone then hangs up, "I guess we have a few hours to kill now." I shrug a shoulder,"The house needs cleaned anyways and I had thought about cooking up at least a few days of meals then freezing them for when the pack meets Carlie and Jacob won't have to be distracted with feeding them for a while." He watches the road in silence for a while, then turns to me and smiles,"I'll help you, if you don't mind the company?" I bit my lip,"Um, I don't mind, but are you sure you can handle the smell of so much human food?" He nods and winks,"I've had plenty of practice at this point love." He taps his temple with a finger,"Food Network and photographic memory, remember? The smell will be easy to deal with in comparison to that fucking annoying Rachel Ray and her corn porn." "Corn porn?" He gives me the evil grin,"Look it up on YouTube, you'll laugh your ass off." I shrug it off and settle for laying my head against his shoulder as he speeds through the greenery.

In no time we're stopping in front of our house instead of parking in the dry garage. He knows that I'm not completely comfortable in the garage though I don't immediately panic like my sister. He is always so understanding with me, like I am still so breakable even though we are technically the same species now. Lovable foul-mouthed savior. He is around the car and opening my door before I finish the thought. "My love," he extends his hand. I gladly accept it, propelling myself up to his lips. He is more than willing, his free hand fisting into my hair as we come together. His cherub lips break from mine and trail down, leaving an icy-hot trail of desire in their wake. I feel his hands play across my bottom before he grabs them and pulls me to him so tight that I moan at the instant friction our hips create. The delicious heat, which had receded to a tolerable level but never went out, blazed through me. "Bella," his husky voice pleaded. I lock my arms around his neck, "Hurry," I moan in a breathless whisper. He needs no further encouragement. In a flash I am in his arms and we're sprinting towards our room.

As soon as the door slammed behind us, the sounds of shredding fabric filled the space. He didn't bother putting me down, we just ripped around each other as he found our goal. Without breaking our kiss, we tumble onto the bed. He lands on top of me, his hands immediately cupping my breasts. He curls his tongue around mine once more, then diverts his attentions to my erect peaks. He latches onto the left one first and sucks my nipple between his teeth. A whimper boils out of me as his teeth scrape across my aching flesh and he traps my right nipple between his finger and thumb, rolling and twisting it enough to amplify the delicious ache in me. The moisture between my legs has begun to flow freely, I can tell the moment the scent of my arousal hits him. His nostrils flare and his topaz eyes darken slightly before closing. I run my fingers through his hair, causing him to hum around my nipple and bite down. I gasp and arch myself against him. He chuckles and gathers my wrists in one had, then pulls my arms over my head. His other arm snakes around my waist, sealing my body against his as he moves from one nipple to the other.

I decide to change the pace. I wrench my hands free and fist them into his hair, then pull him from his erotic endeavor. He gives me a questioning look, but smiles and lets me turns us over so that he is lying flat on the bed. I kiss my way down his marvelous body, memorizing him with my lips and tongue. I leave biting kisses my my descent, making him moan my name over and over, like it was a chant. I reach the V at his waist and run my tongue over it, a glistening trail left in it's wake. When I finally am hovering over his twitching member, I lick my lips in anticipation and my breath washes over it. His hips jump and an open-mouthed moan tumbles out of him. Then I dive down on him, my teeth gently grazing the tip as he slides into my mouth. His hands force themselves into my hair, but he doesn't force me to move. I tilt my head back enough to look at him. Edward's eyes are half-closed, dark with lust. For the first time I see him biting his venom-sheened lower lip. When our eye meet, his widen for a moment before his head falls back, a gasping moan escaping his lips. I use one hand to grasp what I cannot fit into my mouth and move the other to cup his testicles, massaging them as I move up and down on his shaft. Every time I graze him with my teeth, his hips twitch and another lust filled sounds erupts from him. His whimpered words become intelligible as I increase the speed and I have an epiphany. I am making Edward lose control. I revel in this new found power, teasing and biting him until he is panting my name and begging to be inside of me. Every time he grows close to release, I pull back in my attentions, forcing him to calm just enough to prolong this wonderful agony.

Suddenly I draw back, his organ slipping out of my mouth with a pop. His head snaps up, but I just smirk at him and glide my tongue over his sack before drawing one walnut orb into my hungry mouth. His moan turns into a pleading whimper as I suck, lick, and roll it around in my mouth. he is thrusting wildly into the air, his shaft begging for attention. I comply by holding my hand up and letting him brush against my palm. He cries out this time,"Oh god, Bella, that feels so good. I want you so fucking badly right now. Please, please Bella, I need to be inside of you." His voice is raspy and hoarse from his very vocal signs of ecstasy. He tries to force himself harder against my hand, his need for more friction eveident in his pleas. I push back more firmly for a few thrusts, then softens the touch once more. He releases my hair as he writhes and reaches to grasp the headboard. I take the opportunity to draw his member back into my mouth. He bucks hard into my mouth with a quivering moan and I hear the wood and iron of the headboard collapse in his grip. I glance up, he hasn't noticed what he's done. I watch his muscles ripple as he writhes under my attentions and I feel more moisture drip down my thighs. My own need intensifies as I gaze at him and I find myself moaning in rhythm to his thrusts. I sit up and crawl up his body. His head comes up,"I swear to whatever god you want Bella that if you let me inside of you now, I will literally worship the fucking ground you walk on forever," he whimpers, his golden orbs smoldering with need. I situate myself with agonizing slowness, reeling over the sounds of his ragged whispered cries. Then I feel the head brush against my center. He pushes his pelvis up, but I lock my legs against him so only the tip enters my dripping folds, "Beg me Edward," my own voice low and heavily laced with my own unfulfilled desire.

His turn to arch his back to me, "Please, please, oh god please Bella." I lean down and flick his nipple with my tongue,"Louder Edward," I urge, churning my hips in slow circles, furthering his torment. He throws his head back and roars in frustration. Another chunk of the headboard rips loose. He grabs my hips and I freeze, then shake my head,"Uh-uh Edward, you have to say it louder first or I'll stop," I threaten. He digs his fingers into my skin once and then returns them to the ruined frame," Please Bella," he chokes out in a louder voice when I shift my hips slightly. I bite his hard peak,"Louder!" I snarl. A sob bursts from him,"PLEASE!" he screams. I slam my body down on his and immediately thunder into a frantic pace. He's babbling incoherently as I hammer into him again and again. My climax explodes, but it's not enough this time. I push harder, deeper, until my cries echo Edward's. I grip his upturned arms for leverage, rolling, bucking, revelling in my ecstasy. I hear a creaking sound, then the braces of the bed fail, sending us and the mattress crashing to the floor. It has no effect on our focus. It is now a race to finish. Neither want to lose and care very little about waiting for the other at this point. I can feel the most powerful orgasm slam into me and I sink my teeth into Edward's neck, biting down hard. His hands fly off the headboard and around me, pinning me to his neck as his climax takes him.

Once his iron grip relaxes, I sit up and admire my godlike fiance. His eyes are closed, but he's grinning like a fiend. I trace the muscles of his torso with my finger tips, caught up in his perfect physique. "What are you thinking?" He playfully inquires. I kiss the tip of his nose, then his trembling, swollen lips, "How much I love you." I whisper, my lips still touching his. His lashes move slightly, I can see butterscotch peeking from beneath them, "As I love thee," he vows. Ooh, he knows I love it when he starts tossing out those archaic words. With deft fingers he brushes the fallen tendrils of hair from my eyes as he whispers, "O my love, my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, hath had no power yet upon thy beauty!" He claims my lips once more before laying my head against his chest. I let out a breathless chuckle, "You really are the perfect monster for me, my love." He buries his face in my hair and hums, a happy, contented sound. I just smile against him, wondering if he has realized that he is already calling me his wife.

(Carlie's POV)

"Why are we doing this?" I whine as Jake hangs up his cell, "I don't want to go anywhere." His eyes shift from the road to my face briefly, "I'm not going to fight with you about this Carlie. I know you've been having trouble with everything that has went on the past few days and just wanted to get you away from it for a little while. Is that so bad?" I sigh in defeat,"No, I'm sorry Jake. I'm just not myself right now." Of course half a pint of whiskey will do that to a girl. He slides his fingers through mine and folds our hands together,"I know that honey, why in the hell else would I find you in a cemetery drinking like a fish?" Ah, my werewolf in sync with me again. I lay my head back on the seat and close my eyes, "It seemed like the right thing to do at the time Jacob. I know it was stupid so don't start bitching at me again." He snorts, "The right thing to do? Yes, every time something goes badly we should all just go get hammered, it will solve all our problems." I yank my hand from his and curl up in the seat,"Fuck you Jake. You have no fucking clue what's going on inside of me." After a few minutes I hear his voice, softer now,"I'd have an idea if you would just talk to me Carlie. I'm just trying to help and you won't let me. Please just stop pushing me away. Tell me what to do and I'll do it in a heartbeat. It hurts, seeing you in so much pain, wanting to help you but not knowing how."

I'm lost as soon as the words escape him. "Jake..," my brain scrambles for the right words, "This is going to sound really fucked up..." His eyes focus on me,"What? Please Carlie, let me help you," his tone mournful and pleading. I reach into my bag and pull out my pack and lighter, deliberately slow as I light my cigarette. I bite the inside of my cheek, hoping my next words don't make me sound completely mental, "Jake, this isn't just about what I did to Charlie. It hurts much deeper than that, "I steel myself for his response, "It hurts so much more because I feel like my sister is dead. Really dead, not just vampirized. That person walking around might be Bella, but that's not my twin. My twin died, I can feel it. An empty ache in my soul Jacob. I keep trying to get over it, telling myself that I just need to adjust. I try to be close to her, but I just can't. What's wrong with me?"

Jake hits the blinker and turns onto the road leading to the reservation, "I don't think there is anything wrong with you Carlie. Your sister really did die, in the most literal way. Her body died. And her mind evolved into something other than human. Her wavelength changed, so to speak. Your minds used to operate on an identical frequency because you were identical twins. You never knew what it was like to connect to her like a regular person would because your minds were always touching. Now you are no longer connected because she's a vamp and you're still a human witch. That's just what I think though," he adds quickly after noting my horrified expression. I smooth my face out and take a deep breath, "That is the most logical and well thought explanation I have ever heard Jacob. Just because it shocked the shit out of me doesn't mean it's not true." I lean over and kiss his russet cheek, "Thank you. It helped a lot love." He gives a tentative smile and pulls me back against his side. I give myself over, glad to be huddled against his warmth. My body had discovered it was soaking wet and freezing soon after we had started this trip.

I'm dozing lightly when I fell the car slow down, so I lift my head and look at him questioningly. "My dad isn't going to be around the house for a few days, he's staying with Harry and Sue because he knew that you'd need me more, "he explains as we pull into his driveway. "and I thought it would be a good idea to get you away from all of the bullshit for a while." He gets out and comes around to open my door, "Unless you want to wait for me to get in the house so you can climb in my window again for old times sake?" he teases. I roll my eyes and exit the vehicle.

He reaches down and takes my hand as we walk across the yard. I peer at his face and notice a faint touch of embarrassment on his there. He doesn't like me seeing his humble existence, I can tell. Even with the improvements we have made to his father's house in he past months, he still has trouble accepting that I don't mind one bit that he wasn't rolling in money. "Love you," I say on an impulse, needing him to understand that I could care less about his less than wealthy lifestyle. His red-brown face brightens into that warm, rich smile that I love to see,"Love you more," he beams, joy radiating from every fiber of his being.

He opens the door for me, acting the perfect gentleman. I give him a chaste kiss and enter the living room. The place looks so different that the first time I seen it. Each room has had a new coat of paint, little renovations made, and all of the windows replaced. New curtains hang in the windows, I smile because I had been the one that purchased them and hung them up. A new television is surrounded by the living room set him and I had picked out a few weeks ago. "I didn't think you were going to buy any of it," I comment, nodding my head in the direction of the new furniture. He shrugs as he starts raiding the fridge,"Me and Embry broke the other one wrestling and dad was pissed, so it wasn't like I had a choice in the end." He stands up, fingers drumming on the refrigerator door and a thoughtful look on his face,"Fridge is damn near empty. We're going to have to go shopping for dad today, you mind?" I sit down at the kitchen table,"Not at all. Not really in the mood to go home any time soon today dear."

Memories of the days events resurface and I feel myself slump in the seat. He kneels down by me and gathers my hands in his own,"Carlie look at me sweetheart," he purrs lovingly. I raise my eyes to meet his, even they are brimming with love. "It's okay to be upset and confused about all of this," he presses a too warm hand to my cheek,"No one expects you to take all of this with a grain of salt. You have been through so much in the past six months and you've handled yourself like a pro. And that's some of the problem honey, you bottle it all up and pretend everything is okay until something triggers you, then you explode. It's not done you any good Carlie. At some point something's going to break and it's going to be you. That thought terrifies me," he lifts my hands and kisses the scars on my wrists,"because I don't want to lose you." I pry one of my hands loose and slide it through his silky hair,"Jake, you are not going to lose me. I might be prone to stupid shit, but I know what would happen if I did that and I'm not going to be responsible for your death too. You mean more to me than anything and I won't jeopardize your life because I get a whim to be an idiot." He lays his head in my lap as I stroke his hair, a low rumbling emanating from him. "Without you, there is no reason to live," he whispers so low that I'm not sure if I was meant to hear it.

Jake finally stands, a grin on his features once more,"I want to show you what else I bought." He pulls me through the house to his modest bedroom and opens the door. Inside, a queen sized bed nearly engulfs the entire space. "My feet don't hang off of it if I sleep diagonally," he chuckles and throws himself onto the new chocolate comforter. He moves into an exaggerated sensual pose. "Would you care to join me?" he mock purrs. I double over with laughter, "You look like one of those guys from a 70's porno Jake, stop it!" I joke. He rolls over onto his stomach, folds his hands under his chin and starts swinging his feet in the air,"What? You don't want me? Aren't I sschexy?" I push on him until he rolls onto his back and then straddle him,"Don't you ever do that again Jacob William Black or I will shave you!" He puts his hands up and with a look of horror, starts yelling, "Nnnoooo! Don't shave me! I'm so scared of the 115lb girl!" I poke his chest,"Hey! That's a 115lb witch who can turn your furry ass into a newt buster!" He begins laughing uncontrollably, tossing me off of him as he rolls to side side. "You are such a dick sometimes Jake," I snarl and smack him upside the head, causing him to laugh harder when I cradle my now injured hand to my chest. I glower down at him, "Aren't you even worried about my hand?" He wipes tears of mirth from his eyes, "You should have known not to hit me Nessie."

I storm through the house to the kitchen, seeking ice for my hand. "Honey, wait!" Jake calls after me, still laughing, as he jumps up to follow me. I give him the middle finger and open the freezer, smacking him in the face in the process. "Serves you right," I taunt, wrapping the ice into a dishrag and putting it on my hand. I close the freezer to see him holding his nose and decide to be increulous. "Ice?" I ask as I offer my wrapped bundle. "Har har Carlie," he grumbles and retrieves some paper towels to clean the blood up. I move to the couch and flop down, "Good thing you heal fast wolf." He sticks his tongue out at me,"You are such a brat. I am seriously contemplating spanking you." I give him a look, "And how do you know I won't like it Jacob?" He tosses the paper towels in the trash and dives at me, knocking me back onto the couch with a big Indian landing on me. He pins my hands over the arm, "Because I know you Carlie," he purrs, "You prefer things like this, " and runs a hand down my side, over my hip, and rubs the outside of my thigh once before hitching my leg around his hip. He then leans down and lays flitting little kisses across my neck and collarbone, coaxing a gasp out of me. "See? I know what you like so don't bluff if you can't back it up Carlie Elizabeth." He releases my arms and hops to his feet, a devious grin on his face, "Ready to go shopping?" I groan and push myself upright, "You are cruel Jake," I whine. He winks at me, "So are you, now let's go." He pulls me to my feet, "At least you aren't that drunk sweetheart. I'd have a hell of a lot more fun at your expense if you were." I throw a kick at his leg, which he neatly dodges "Kiss my ass Jake." He snickers as we walk out onto the porch,"Promises, promises." He makes a quick call to my sister and Edward as we leave the rez, informing him of our destination.

Jake has learned well from the vampires. The speedometer doesn't drop below 90mph the entire ride to Wal-Mart. "Wal-Mart Jake?" I ask as he pulls the Challenger into a parking space. He shrugs, "Yeah. That way we're not driving all over hell's creation to get stuff we need." I roll my eyes and open the door, "Great, field trip to fucking Wally World with the werewolf who decided today was a good day to be a dick." He walks around the car and takes my hand, "Only the best for the drunken witch my dear, " he replies sarcastically.

Going to Wal-Mart with a 15 year old hyperactive werewolf should be filed under 'Stupid Shit I'll Never Do Again', especially when you have a headache from drinking whiskey and your hand is throbbing from smacking the aforementioned hyper werewolf. To make things worse is when he disappears under the guise of looking for bandannas and comes back with a huge grin but no bandannas. Then deal with the fact that he wears this ornery grin all through the shopping trip. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I finally ask as we're loading the trunk up with our purchases. "Wait until we're in the car," he evades. I snort, but play his game. Once in the car, I get a few Tylenol out of my bag and swallow them with my Red Bull. I sneak a look over at my boyfriend to discover that his humorous mood has transitioned into nervousness. "What's up love?" An uncertain smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, "I bought you something, but I don't want to upset you." He reaches into his jean pocket and comes out with a ring box. "It's not an engagement ring, so don't panic," he defends as he sets the black box on my knee.

I try to keep my hands from shaking as I pick up the box. I gently lift the lid to reveal a white gold ring. It's band of tiny diamonds curves above and below a small round diamond. "It's beautiful Jake," I marvel and hold the box out to him,"Please put it on." He gently tugs the ring from its resting place and gives me a questioning look, "Which hand would you like it on?" He's giving me a chance to define what we are right now. I stick out my left hand and his face lights up into a full smile. His hands tremble slightly as he slides it on my finger. Then he raises my hand to his lips, "I promise to love you forever Carlie. This token is only a small representation of the love I have for you." I lean forward, expectant, and he doesn't fail me. He slides his hand to the back of my neck and lays a tender kiss upon my lips. My lips hunger for more and I dart my tongue out to get his attention. His lips twitch with a light smile as he complies.

Our kiss is so deep that the security guard has to use his flashlight on the window to get our attention. We jump apart, blushing, as the man tells us to move along. Jake starts the car and squeals the tires as we drive off. I put in a cd and light a cigarette. "So, maybe we should stay at your house tonight and cook out on the grill, we are the only food eaters left in the house, after all,"I offer as he navigates the car through evening traffic. He takes my left hand in his, rubbing its new addition, "Sounds good to me. Just the two of us and no one to overhear every little things we say." I laugh, "My thoughts exactly." I bite my lip, thinking about what I want to ask next. He notices,"What's up? You're chewing right into your labret honey." He lifts our joined hands and pulls m lip from between my teeth."Spit it out Carlie," he commands. I focus on the bumper sticker of the truck in front of us, "Do you think I could stay with you for a few days Jake? I really don't want to go back to the house just yet. It's too weird now, being the only human."

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