CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Miley R. Stewart's Point Of View

I really have to stop passing out. I decided, waking for the second time a few hours later, it was dark outside and I could hear Luanne snoring across the room. I got out of bed and grabbed my phone off the night stand on my way past as I crept out of the room and down the stairs of the three story house. I grabbed a apple from the fruit owl on my way through the kitchen and as soon as I was out of the house I took off running towards the old cubby house. I didn't care if it was one thirty in the morning - well actually I did, it made me pause for about two minutes - but I needed to talk to Jacob. I hit recall and waited thirty seconds before Jacob answered.

"Miles?" He asked tiredly and I felt guilty for waking him up. "What's wrong, Baby?"

With those three words I broke, I told him what Uncle Bobby had told, that my parents were going to get a divroce. I had always thought they were the perfect couple, they always looked so much in love and when I was little I wanted to have what they had when I grew up, Jacob listened patiently as I rambled about anything and everything to do withmy parents until I eventually stopped when my words were barely recognizable to me.

"Mi, they didn't tell you for a reason, because they sorted everything out." Jacob soothed and I felt myself calming despite what was happening. "They were that couple, it just took a little miracle like you to help them realize it." I was silent, I didn't want to tell him that I didn't believe him, I'd done enough of that earlier and look where it got me, I found out my parents had almost gotten divorced. Jacob sighed and I knew he knew I didn't believe him, but he thankfully decided to drop it anyway. "What are you doing today?"

"Start preparing for Christmas dinner today, cheesey Christmas movies until dinner, then decorating the tree and carols with the family." I listed, it was the same schedule we had every time we came to Mam'aws for Christmas. "And I get to play my new guitar."

"Sounds... Organized?" Jacob said, trying to find the right word to describe and I laughed.

"Well with a lot of people here we kind of need a schedule so it's the same one every year, then after all the kids would go to bed the parents would get out the presents and Uncle Earl would dress up as Santa and the'd put on a show for the kids who were waiting up to see him." I explained and it was Jacob's turn to laugh.

"How many time did you stay up to see Santa when you were little?" He asked and I blushed, glad that he couldn't see it.

"Like you didn't?" I shot back teasingly.

"Well, actually, I'll have you know Rachel and Rebecca told me Santa wasn't real when I was seven." Jacob said indignantly, like it was some sort of acomplishment. "Unfortunately no-one told Dad and he dressed up as Santa and I was waiting to catch Santa to prove my sisters wrong and-" He stopped mid-sentance, I found it kind of cute that he stayed up for Santa on Christmas Eve, I could almost imagine a little Jacob sitting up and looking out his window at night and waiting for the sliegh and reindeer.

"And what?" I asked, a hint of humor in my voice and I could hear him flustering around for a non-embarassing answer.

"N-nothing. And nothing... The twins were right." He sputtered and I giggled.

"You cried like a little girl, didn't you?" I asked and he gasped.

"I did not!" Jacob tried, just a little too quickly and a loudly for it to be true.

"I wouldn't feel too bad if I was you, I'm pretty sure I went through the stages of grief when I found out."

"My allergies were acting up." Jacob continued, trying to insist he didn't cry.

"Why is it that every time a guy over the age of, like, nine cries they say it's alleries or something?" I questioned, genuinely confused. "Girls like guys who aren't afraid to admit that they have emotions."

"I cried like a little baby when I found Santa wasn't real." Jacob burst out as soon as I stopped talking and I giggled.

"Awwe... That's so cute." I cooed and Jacob huffed.

"It's not cute." He insisted and I could almost see him pouting. "It's manly!"

"My manly man!" I said with an over-exagerated dreamy sigh.

"Not if you're gonna keep making fun of me." Jacob threatened and I fake-gasped.

"I'm sorry, my Prince." I appologized overly innocently. "I love you, I really, really do."

"I know!" Jacob said and I could hear his smirk. "I just wanted to hear you say it."

"I love you! I love you! I love you! I loooooove youuuuuuuu!" I sang happily and he laughed.

"I love you too, Miley!" I let out a breath of relief.

"Oh, good, I'd hate for it to be a one-sided stalker thing."

"Baby, I won't call the cops, 'cause I'm in love with my stalker." Jacob promised and I smiled happily to myself.

We talked light-heartedly for another ten minutes until I yawned and Jacob insisted I go to bed, even though I'd been in bed for half the day. But, either way I followed his instruction and was woken up by someone placing an ice pack on forehead what felt like only a couple of minutes later. I opened my eyes and lay there confused for a few seconds until I spotted Gammy out of the corner of my eye.

"Ruthie is going to be here any minute and I thought you might want the chance to get out of bed." Gammy explained as she left the room and I was silently thankful. I probably would have gone insane if I had to stay in bed all day let alone all week. A few seconds later I heard Mam'aw coming up the stairs to check on me and I quickly hid the ice pack under my pillow and hoped my forehead didn't heat up too fast.

"How're you feelin', Sweet Pea?" Mam'aw asked, coming into the room and sitting on the edge of my bed, pressing on of her hands to my forehead then her own for comparison.

"I feel fine!" I said honestly, waiting patiently for an all clear.

"Well, your fever's gone, so I guess you can get out and have some fun." She finally relented and I cheered silently for Gammy for thinking of the ice.

"Thanks, Mam'aw!" I smiled, sitting up as she stood up.

"Breakfast finishes in ten minutes, so you better get a move on if you want to eat before lunch." Mam'aw advised and almost let out a sigh of relief; no special treatment, this day was off to a good start. As soon as she was gone I jumped out of bed and quickly changed before brushing my hair and running downstairs for a quick breakfast. By the time I had put my dishes away Mam'aw, Aunt Pearl, Aunt Edi, Aunt Maggie, Aunt Kate and three of my older femal cousins were already talking about a cooking schedule and all the men and kids were outside playing football or somehing.

"Luanne tells us you have a special boy back in Forks?" Aunt Edi asked me, overly innocently and I frowned, had she been listening to me on the phone yesterday?

"What's his name?" Aunt Kate questioned and I blushed just thinking about him.

"Jacob!" I smiled shyly, seeing no way not to have this conversation eventually. "Jacob Black!"

MILEY + JACOB = MACOB

Jacob E. Black's Point Of View

I was suddenly grateful when my cousins on my Moms side came to visit for Christmas and I had something to distract me from being away from Miley for a whole week. Jayden was due to turn sixteen in three months and Brady had just turned thirteen in October. Jayden was a bit of a jock and always had girls falling all over him and he usually 'dated' more than one at a time whilst Brady was a kind of quiet kid who had a happy-go-lucky attitude and looked out of place if he didn't have some form technology in his hands.

"Okay, Dude, there are these two totally hot chicks free tonight, but they're only in if you come." Jayden said by way of greeting as Brady slipped past playing his PSP. "Be ready in ten minutes and you can have the blonde."

"Sorry, Dude, you're on your own this time." I shrugged, flopping down on the couch and letting my mind wonder to my Miley.

"What?" Jayden looked scandalized. "Did you not hear me? Two hot girls who want to double with us, how can you pass that up?"

"I have a girlfriend!" I replied with another shrug.

"You have a- you have a girlfriend?" Jayden as incrediously and Brady looked up in interest whilst I was more worried about his personal health. "Look, don't tell the girls that and you'll get further." He advised and I suddenly felt angry at him.

"I'm not cheating on Miley, I love her!" I all but growled, standing up and walking away, to my room where I slammed the door with a little more force than neccessary. Maybe having Jayden here wasn't as good an idea as I had originally thought if he was seriously suggesting I cheat on the love of my life. I turned my CD player on and waited for Miley's beautiful voice to flood out of the speakers. The first song was 'When I Look At You' and I could remember the day she first sang it for me with crystal clarity, from the taste of her lips to the smell of her hair, the feel of her body beneath mine, the way she took dominance... Oh, God, now there was a little 'situation' stiring downstairs. Thinking about how she kissed me that day led me to think about the way we were in the cave on Thursday and where she had moved my hand. Images of our increasingly hot make-out sessions, the day in the cave, the day at the waterfall in Tennessee, they all flooded my mind and I was long since passed being able to stop this. I took the 'situation' to hand and within the minute I had moaned and groaned my way to needing to change my shorts and take a long, cold shower.

"Jake, you've got a customer!" My Dad yelled from somewhere in the house and I groaned, guess I'd have to finish this later. I pressed pause on the CD, pulled my shorts back up and reajusted as best I could to make my problem as least noticable as possible before quickly running to the bathroom to wash my hands. When I went out to to my garage five minutes later I was shocked to see Sam there, leaning up against his old Cutlas that seemed to have a werid whit-ish-colored smoke coming out from under the hood.

"Jake!" Sam greeted, his voice stiff and his posture tense.

"Sam!" I muttered by way of greeting, walking over and lifting the hood of his car. I may want to rip the guys head off for attacking Miley, but that didn't neccessarily mean I couldn't do business with him. "What happened?"

"I don't know, Dude, one minute I'm driving back from Port Angeles, the next... Boom." Sam shrugged and I sighed.

"It's just over-heated." I said, noting where the smoke was coming from. I was kinda hoping for something a little more challenging.

Everyone in La Push knew I was the best mechanic there so I had a pretty good business going on, my standard rate was around fifty dollars unless it was something overly easy or particularly hard or I needed to get a part. I was doing pretty well, but Dad made put almost all of the money I made towards a college fund. Sam was gone within twenty minutes at which point Jayden came out of the house to try and convince me to cheat on Miley again.

"Okay, how 'bout this; I go on a date with the hot blonde, you drive us, and just hang out with the brunette and see what happens?" Jayden suggested and I scowled, I know we're cousins, but that doesn't mean I have to like him at all right now.

"Which is Jayden code for go on a date with her." I glared at him, I never thought it would be possible to miss Miley as much as I did when she left Forks in September.

"Come on, man, it's not like Molly will ever find out unless you tell her." I clenched and unclenched my fists repeatedly, I couldn't phase in front fo Jayden.

"Her name is MI-LEY!" I said, breathing deeply to try and keep the fire from taking over.

"Well, what does she have have that Natasha doesn't?" Jayden asked, following me persistantly. "A rockin' bod? Natasha is, like, a supermodel or something. Is she, like, dynamite in the sack? I bet Natasha could show you things that would have you asking 'Melinda who?'."

"Her name is Miley!" I growled, pushing past him on my way back to the house.

"Come on, just tell me what she has that Natasha doesn't?"

"Brains, wit, class, morals, virginity, my heart." I listed, deciding it was probably best to leave the fact that she's absolutely without a doubt the most gorgeous being to ever live because he'd probably try and make a pass at her when she gets back.

"So, you fell for a nerd?" Jayden snorted and I was about three seconds away from ripping his head off when I saw Brady on the phone with someone.

"Hey, Jake, some girl named Miley is calling for you." My little cousin told me and I all but sprinted over to him.

"Miles?" I spoke into the phone, ignoring thway Jayden rolled his eyes, ruffling Brady's hair in thanks on my way back to my room to talk to Miley in private.

So, I'm thinking Leah might imprint on Brady - for the drama - or Jayden, you guys decide, or you could pick someone completely different.

As to my last question, I got one yes, one no, and two no-votes. So that question is still out there until there's a clear winner. Should Miley give Jacob oral for his 17th birthday that's coming up?

Points in the name-Macob's-baby competition;
surferchickk525 - 70
Mileyhannahfan77 - 60
JacobBlackismineduh - 20
Icy4aReason - 10
nileyfan#1 - 10
Sheyenna Drantholli - 10 (Since the same person reviewed twice I only gave them ten points to be fair)
RawrIsTheSoundIMake - 10
JusTheUnderdog - 10
nksteezae - 10
Orihime-San - 10
If-I-Were-A-Wolf - 10
justanotherhannahfan - 10
Flaca 514 - 10

Another ten points goes to whoever can guess what I name Miley's puppy in the story. It's not an easy one either, and I'll only accept submissions made before I post the chapter with his name in it.

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