I was given this fun prompt: Jacob and Bella playing Twister.
W e a k n e s s e s
"Ouch! Jake, that was my toe!"
"I don't get how your tiny feet can always get into my way."
"You're just too big. You shouldn't play this. It's unfair."
"Why? You're just a sore loser."
"I am not losing this and it's unfair because you don't even have to stretch."
"Red, Bells. Put your right hand on something red for heaven's sake. You're no fun."
Bella's head turned as red as the dot she was supposed to put her hand on but she tried to focus on that instead of the boyish grin on Jacob's relaxed face.
He was pretty much towering over her, one of his hands by her head, his foot by hers and his head strangely twisted hovering over her stomach. Still, there seemed to be no effort behind the awkward posture.
Bella, on the other hand, was covered with tiny droplets of sweat all over her forehead, hair sticking to it, body stretched to it's full extend like a push-up backwards.
She turned her head, looking for something red to put her hand on and groaned.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"What?" Jacob asked innocently, his eyes flickering down toward the only possible red spot for Bella to place her hand on.
"You… argh… push yourself up," Bella commanded, glad that her face was already anger-flushed so Jacob would not notice the embarrassment-blush that currently took over on her face.
"Why would I?"
"Because you… are in my way," Bella finished lamely, pointing her chin towards Jacob's hips hovering right above her destination.
"Sorry, honey," he said a little too quietly for it to be purely platonic and Bella avoided his gaze as she inhaled deeply and quickly put her hand on the red dot. Although Jacob had indeed lifted himself further of the flimsy plastic mat, Bella's hand still brushed the front of his jeans and he gulped.
Bella cleared her throat awkwardly, unsure whether she should jerk her hand away and lose the game or to keep it where it was and hope for Jacob to lift his hips up higher.
Gathering up all her courage and forcing something onto her face of which she hoped that it resembled Jacob's famous smug grin, she threw an expectant gaze at Jacob, clearly indicating that she was waiting for him to do the next move.
Needless to add that Bella in fact won the game.