Title: Cut the Ropes

Author: LazyWerewolf

DISCLAIMER: See chapter 2, Reservation for complete disclaimer. I don't own.

A/N: Yes. Yes I am pretty young. Yes, I am bi. In fact, I guess I can't even be bi because it's not all girls, it's just my soulmate and best friend :D I don't see why that's a problem though because it doesn't change the content. Don't like the heterosexual parts? Skip them. Don't like the story period? Move on and read a pure Alice Bella fic. I know this really good one called "Midnight" by ParanoidPuppy30. Just don't troll on my fic, kay? This story goes there, back, and twenty different places. The story is getting there as fast as possible, and if you stick with me, you will not be disappointed. And for Ash: it's a different kind of imprinting, I only used that word because I have no other word for what Bella's going to get :D curse my small vocabulary. And none of them really know about the wolves yet except Sam and friends. The six months thing wasn't a typo, Bella just got over them in the span of six months. So, we'll have a lot of issues in this chapter. Oh and get ready for some serious surprises and completely unexpected endings and edges. See you at teh bahtom. (Oh and does anyone know how to work the single line breaks? I can't get those quite right)

No! Wait one more thing! I need to make a note here because I'm not sure if I made it clear enough. Jacob did not phase before the dance, I repeat, DID NOT PHASE before the dance! He thinks it's just a fever. He chops his...Okay, now see you at the bottom.

Please Keep the Wolf from the Door

Happy birthday, Isabella Marie Swan.

Friday the thirteenth. Worst day of the year. A day renowned for terrible situations, with the added benefit of having everyone wish you happy birthday. Wow. Fuck my life.

It's funny how many times you fall on a day that was supposed to be the best day of the year for individuals. I mean, isn't your luck supposed to get better on your birthday? But I guess not when your birthday is on the day known for awkward situations and bad luck.

The day hadn't even started and I already knew this would be the worst day of the year. No toothpaste means morning breath. No breakfast means no food until one in the afternoon. And broken car means Charlie gets to drive me in the chopper. The only clothing available, thanks to my unexpected visitor, was a Radiohead shirt and a pair of paint stained jeans. And to top it all off, Jacob invited me to his school's Friday the Thirteenth dance through the phone at around two in the morning, not letting me get sleep. And I said yes.

God kill me now.

I got in the car with Charlie as he started the engine. A loud, obnoxious blaring noise erupted from the police sirens.

"Charlie! Turn it off!" I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Please, please don't let this be happening.

"I can't! It was stuck like that since yesterday!" Charlie screamed over the loud screeching. His head was pressed to his shoulder in an attempt to keep both hands on the wheel and still cover his ears.

I can't believe this is happening. "I...can't believe this is happening..." He couldn't hear me though, the siren was too loud.

The entire car ride through, civilian cars stopped and swerved through the side and people looked honestly scared to death at a cop car this early in the morning. People stared and looked on with wonder as they saw the Chief of Police driving at a civil pace with his daughter in the passenger seat. The road, which would normally be a bit crowded, were clear and people that did come by panicked and drove into the nearest exit. All while staring at the girl in the passenger seat.

When we finally got to the school, sure enough everyone stopped to stare. And yes, everyone. Every single fucking person stared at me like I was some sort of criminal and the Chief of Police decided to drop her off at the school. I got out of the car, bid my goodbye to Charlie, and everyone was still staring. Act calm, act calm, act calm...

"Hey Bella!" I shrieked and turned quickly around to face Angela. She was wearing an extremely amused expression on her face.

"H-Hey, Ange, how's it going?" My annoying nervous tick of stuttering while running my hand through my hair was coming out again. Damnit.

"Fine, thanks! How's Jacob? That kid yesterday really messed him up, man, I've never seen someone so angry!" As we were walking down, thankfully all of the looking and curiosity dispersed as Angela led me toward the entrance of the school.

We reached our lockers very quickly. "He's got the stomach flu. It looks like he got over it pretty quick, though, 'cause he invited me to the reservation school's Friday the Thirteenth dance."

"Aw. Did you say yes?" She looked inquisitive.

"Yeah...I wasn't about to say no!" I got my books out and headed to home room with her. She was in my first two classes, so I would have no trouble continuing our discussion.

"So...You said yes, just to not say no?" Angela seemed interested in my situation. Or, she was trying to hide the small wrapped box that she held behind her back.

I sighed. "Angela, I can see the box..." She looked disappointed, and held out a small box wrapped in silver wrapping paper.

She smiled. "Oh well! Happy birthday Bella!" I took the box out of her hand and carefully unwrapped it. It held a twenty-five dollar iTunes gift card. Well, that was awfully considerate.

"Aw, Ange! You shouldn't have!" I didn't like it when people spent money on me.

"Well, if you're worried about the price, you shouldn't be, because Ben and I both split the cost," She said, right as Mr. Banner walked in.

"Oh...thanks Angela," I whispered and waited for Mr. Banner to begin his daily lecture.

Maybe today would be okay.

~0o0~

I couldn't have been more wrong. The trip total for today was at an astonishing ten, many of which Mike had to help me up, which didn't put me on good terms with Jessica. I got two more presents. One was a set of movie tickets for two from Eric and Kate, and the second was from Jessica and Mike, who got me a Three Days Grace CD. All in all, it could have been worse. I guess I could be thankful, considering they had P.E. as an elective and not required, but still, having to show up in Charlie's chopper pretty much gave me twice the attention as normal. However, one good thing awaited me at the parking lot, not far from the place Charlie parked earlier today.

Jacob was leaning over a remodeled Harley-Davidson, with his hair cropped to be a little longer than a buzz cut. I was pretty sure I looked like a cartoon, with my jaw hitting the floor. I mean, wow. The kid's hair had gone halfway down his back yesterday, and now he looked like a grown man. Super puberty, anyone?

He walked over to me with a smile, and wrapped me up in his arms. "Hey Bella! Are you ready for the dance?"

Dance? "What dance?"

He leaned back to look at me with a confused face. "You know, the dance you said you'd let me take you to? The Friday the Thirteenth reservation dance? The dance you said yes to?"

Oh, that dance."Um, sure... I don't have a dress, though." Shit, that could be a problem.

He led me over to the motorcycle. "It's fine, I told Rachel to go get a dress from Seattle, and here it is," He patted a box that sat on the back of the passenger seat, right above the license plate. "It's really pretty, I'm sure you'll look great in it—um, uh, um—Not that you don't look great now, but... Nevermind. I got the dress." He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. I thought it was pretty sweet.

"I get it. So," I stared at the bike and raised an eyebrow, "I'm gonna go on that?" Emphasis on that, because Bella plus motorbike equals decapitation.

"Yeah. Need help getting on?" He mounted the bike with ease, and I mounted on after, nearly falling on my face.

"Um, yeah, eep!" He got off the bike and picked me up with extreme ease, and placed me on the passenger seat before mounting the bike again.

"There. We're going straight to my place. Now, hold on tight, I spent two months remodeling this, and I gotta say, it's a monster."

He revved the engine and I grabbed onto the front of his shirt, holding him in a death grip. I swear, if I fall and die, I'm gonna kill him. The wind whipped by violently, but I didn't dare open my eyes. But even before we left the school parking lot, I became aware of a searing heat, coming in the direction of...Jacob?

"Jake, you're really hot," I said.

"Baby I know," He looked back and gave me a dramatic, but suggestive wink before laughing and turning his head back. I blushed violently.

I furrowed my brow. "That's not what I meant, and you know it. Jake, you're burning up! Are you sure you're okay?"

He breathed through his nose loudly. "That's a side effect of what I'm getting. Don't worry, though, I made Billy get me pills so no one else can get it. I swear I won't start barfing in the middle of the dance."

I still hadn't opened my eyes because if I did, my eyeballs would probably fall out because of such high wind speed. I decided to make some conversation, because it got kind of quiet after we drove five minutes without saying anything.

"Jake, why did you cut your hair?"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Why, don't you like it?" He said, with a sort of sad voice.

"No, it's not that, it's just that I'm used to seeing you with your long hair, and it's just...Different, you know?"

"I cut it 'cause it was just getting way too bothersome. I mean, seriously, I kept having to buy like ninety bottles of shampoo a month. Just too much stuff to keep up with," He laughed.

The rest of the ride was quiet because I couldn't open my eyes and speak. I didn't want to risk falling off this monster, as Jake called it. But pretty soon, we were at his house and I had yet to let go of his shirt.

"Bella, we're here, you can let go now," He said.

I dared a peek out, and saw the familiar red paint of Jacob's house. "Oh...Right. I'll get off now..."

We both walked to the door, and just when Jake was reaching inside his pocket for his keys he was interrupted by Billy greeting us on the other side of the door frame.

"Kids! How are you?" He once again ushered us in the house, but Jake did a double take and ran back to the motorcycle.

He was grabbing a long, grey bag out of the box he had said the dress was in. Jake ran straight for the door, and entered when his dad smiled.

"Here it is! It's your first birthday present," He said with a ridiculous grin.

"...First?" I liked it even less when my best friend turned boyfriend bought me gifts with his own money.

"Yup! The second is already in your room," Billy said from behind us. He closed the door and Jacob took my hand toward the couch, where he plopped down and had me sit next to him. Man, did this kid swallow a heater?

"Charlie helped us get it into your room. You can see it when we go to your place," Jacob said. He reached for a remote on the floor and flicked on the TV to a movie called "Inception". It caught my attention when the protagonist passed out and started screwing with reality.

"Can I get a hint?" I might as well try my luck.

"It may or may not go well with the CDs your father got you," Billy said from the side of the couch.

Jacob sighed and looked at his father. "Great job, dad. You just ruined Charlie's gift."

Billy's eyes widened. "Oh! Um, it may or may not go well with a sandwich?"

"Cheap shot dad."

Billy laughed before wheeling off to another room farther in the house.

I sat there leaning on Jacob for a good hour looking at the struggles of Leonardo DiCaprio and his freak dream machine. Billy had wheeled himself over to the side of the sofa around thirty minutes in. It was a very good movie, but I had seen worse drama. I unconsciously touched the tender crescent bite mark on my wrist. Yeah, way worse drama, I thought to myself. Jacob shifted on the couch and looked at an invisible watch on his wrist.

"My watch isn't working..."

"Talk about cheap shot, Jake," Billy chuckled.

Jake snorted. "Your jokes aren't much better. I think the dance starts in half an hour. Bella?"

"Yeah, I'll go get ready, I guess... Can I borrow your bathroom for a while?"

"Sure Bella," Billy kindly answered. "Take the dress, too."

I shut the door behind me when I entered the bathroom. It was particularly big for a house this size, and oddly more renovated than the rest. The ceiling was pretty high, and the ceramic floor was a dark marble. The bathtub was on the far end, with the toilet next to it.

Sitting on the toilet seat I opened the grey bag, which contained a very pretty navy blue dress that looked like it would go down mid thigh. It was kind of like a silk, but the straps were made of something different. It was simple, but probably more beautiful and flattering than anything I would be able to pick out. I remembered that it hadn't been either Jacob or Billy to pick out the dress, but Rachel, Jacob's sister. This girl had a great since of style, I thought. I'm sure she would get along great with—My heart did a little stutter before I righted myself. Now's not the time. It'll never be the time.

I put on the dress and did my best to fix my hair, which was actually already done up in curls. My hair was naturally curly and wavy at the same time, so I didn't have to do much except fix the hair that framed my face. I looked in the mirror and examined myself. I really didn't look half bad. I guess wonders run in the family.

I was in the bathroom for fifteen minutes before I opened the door to the bathroom and saw Jacob sitting on the couch in a black suit.

"Wow, Bells...You look beautiful..." He came straight over and gave me a hug. We heard a cough behind us.

"Uh, parent in the room. And shouldn't you two be going? You've got ten minutes to get there," Billy said.

""Kay. Ready Bells?"

I thought for a bit. "We're going in the Rabbit, right?"

Jacob laughed his booming laugh before grabbing my hand and leading me out. "Car to prom? You wish."

~0o0~

"Tonight, lightning strikes,

Lets gooooooooo, into twilight..."

The music inside the crowded gym was booming. I hadn't expected to see so many people in one place. I really thought there was going to be a max of around a hundred people in the reservation high school, but it seemed as though families were getting less and less conservative by the year. The mammoth gym looked as though it held at least two hundred people already, and looked as though it could fit another four hundred.

The large circular stage in the middle held a band I had never heard of before. Their music was great, and the lead singer had a voice to make the number one hit seem like child's play. There were loads of kids cheering them on, and all of them had the characteristic tan skin and jet black hair native to the Quileutes. But all of them still partied just as hard as any kid in Forks High.

Jacob stepped in front of me and took my hand with the biggest grin ever. "You like?" I nodded. "Good, 'cause this band is as good as it gets. Here," He handed me the keys to his motorcycle. "I have no pockets. You have a purse though, so you know..."

"Sure, I'll hold on to it."

He led me toward the middle of the crowd and started dancing like mad along with everyone else. I decided to let go of my little klutzy act for once and have fun. If I fell, I had Jacob, right?

The band on the stage consisted of a bassist, drummer, two guitarists, and two singers. All of them were Quileute, and held the same native features everyone else but I had. The band switched on and off between the male voice and female lead singers. They were great. They didn't even get an auto-tune but they sounded better than any pop songs I had ever heard.

"First time I saw you..." The male voice shocked me. It was so perfect, it was hard to imagine a voice like that.

"...When we first met," The female voice was high but had a flair that I hadn't heard before.

"I had the fever,"

"As bad as it gets,"

"You let me see,"

"Much in my eyes,"

"It was so smooth, sparkle and shine...And it shined..."

The Quileutes burst into cheers as the singers took breaths to start the chorus again. Jacob was dancing like mad and held my hand while he cheered on the band.

"Tonight, lightning strikes,

Lets goooooooo, into twilight..."

"Everyday, everyday, everyday we're goin' all the way!"

The band finished with a flair of the guitars, and everyone erupted into cheers. People were throwing roses that seemingly materialized out of nowhere at the band, and the band took a bow. Much to everyone's dismay, the bassist and guitarists made their way off the stage, while the drummer left the drums on the stage but followed them. A short, familiar boy came up on the stage, grabbed the wrists of the two lead singers and raised them above his head.

Jacob put his hands to his mouth and started yelling. "SETH! SETTTTTHHH!" He hissed. Oh. Seth Clearwater, the kid with the dry ice fetish.

Seth turned to face him before smiling and nodding in our direction. Jacob rolled his eyes. "Kid let the host thing get to him."

Seth took a deep breath before announcing. "Ladies and gentlemen, PACK MENTALITY!"

The Quileutes roared in happiness, and loads of people threw roses and flowers at them with a frenzy. One person chucked a bouquet from across the room and hit the calf of the female singer. She bent down to get it, and across the stage you could see the guys on the other side with their mouths wide open. Must be quite a view. The guys received a death glare from the male singer. Probably together. The couple made their way across the room to meet up with the other members of their band, the female clutching the bouquet to her chest as people crowded around them, demanding autographs and photos.

"Best band ever," Jacob breathed. "Let's go see Seth!" He dragged me around the circular stage, where the crowd was only beginning to disperse. Pretty soon we came upon a group of people surrounding a flustered Seth, who was wearing a simple black and white suit.

"Yeah, they're great. The second guitarist is pretty cute too, but I think she's hooked up with the drum—Hey!" Seth protested as Jacob dragged him away from the crowd and toward a table covered in food and drinks.

"Dude, you just killed my cool, man," Seth sighed.

"You can't kill what you never had," Jacob replied.

Seth stopped letting Jake drag him to give him a look with a raised eyebrow. "Seriously dude? Cheap shot. You lost your game, bud." I laughed at the general situation.

Jacob shot me a glare that shut me up before giving me a smile. He turned to face Seth. "Dude you're the host? Of the whole thing?"

"Yeah. A sophomore hosts the senior junior dance and a senior hosts the freshman sophomore dance. I thought they did that when you were a sophomore too, right?"

"No, apparently they changed it."

"Aw, man! They probably changed loads of..." Seth trailed off. "Hey, didn't Paul already graduate?"

Jacob and I simultaneously turned to see Paul approach us. The man was wearing a sharp suit top, but instead of suit pants he had ripped up khaki shorts. He actually did a little feigned smile.

"Hey Jacob. Leech lover," Paul greeted us.

Jacob pushed him back. "Don't call her that."

"Ooh. Little Jacob wants to pick a fight," Paul didn't tower over Jacob like he did the other day. Now that I looked, Jacob grew a bit. Or a lot. He was a lot taller than the other day.

Jacob growled. "Don't insult my girlfriend," He gritted his teeth. Seth looked my way before moving carefully toward me, taking my arm and trying to move away.

Paul noticed. "Where do you think you're going, bloodsucker fucker?" He walked his way over to me, but Jacob pushed him back with a force that made him fall flat on his ass.

"I SAID NOT TO INSULT MY GIRLFRIEND!"

Paul got up and took a right swing at Jacob, which sent him teetering back toward Seth, who held a terrified expression.

Jacob started shaking. He hunched over and started breathing really quickly and heavily, and from where I was standing, you could see the veins in his arms popping out and his body heaving with large breaths. The change was happening faster and faster until Jacob let out a loud roar that silenced the entire room.

And then something happened.

My boyfriend exploded.

His ripped up clothing flew everywhere, and far off on the other side of the room I heard a scream. Seth held an expression of pure horror, and he ran straight toward the exit. It took a while before people started registering what happened, and then the gym broke out in to mass hysteria.

People were screaming and dropping whatever they were doing to try to shove past toward the entrance. The band dropped their instruments, the electric bass turning to matchwood in the process. Everyone ran toward the double doors, which couldn't handle the mass of students trying to shove their way past others. And when I turned around, I began to fathom why.

In Jacob's place was the biggest, most tremendous dog I had seen in my life. It towered at least four feet over my nearly six foot stature. The huge dog was twitching and thrashing, sending tables and cords, amplifiers and floorboards flying. Its fur was shades of brown that alternated between dark and light throughout its pelt. I noticed Paul on the floor a few feet in front of the mammoth wolf, when he looked me in the eyes and screamed, "RUN!"

My legs started working right then, and I sprinted as fast as I could toward the entrance, which was almost cleared of students. I forgot that I was naturally accident prone, and I faceplanted after tripping on a stray cord that emerged from the stage and connected to an outlet on the wall. The noise from the thud reached the dog's ears, and it turned to see me. It took a mighty roar before turning my way, but not before Paul exploded as well and turned into a huge, grey wolf.

This can't be happening.

I just got rid of the vampires, now this?

I ran as fast as I could toward the now clear entrance, and as soon as I got past the double doors I locked them behind me. Right after, I was pushed backwards and I looked to see that the two inch thick door had a huge dent in the middle. Holy shit.

Need to think fast. Okay. How do I get out of here?

Purse. Keys. Motorcycle. Go.

The Harley-Davidson was a few feet away from the entrance. I ran toward it while simultaneously looking for the keys in my purse. I mounted it and fit the keys in the slot, starting the engine right before a huge, russet brown wolf bursting through the double doors.

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, kick starting the bike that I didn't even know how to drive. I sped down the road that led to the rest of town. Looking through the rear view mirror, I caught a monstrous grey wolf attack the huge brown one. Of course, I didn't have a lot of time to care about the well being of the brown wolf while trying to keep balance on the bike.

The bike roared down the roared and I tried to keep from hyperventilating on the bike. Passing out would result in having a huge wolf eat my guts. I did not want that. I was driving as fast as I could, swerving oncoming traffic and watching the huge traffic jam that was the student body escaping the monster wolves.

I didn't have time to think before my hands and body acted on my own, and I felt the edges of my dress rip from the contact with the cars around me. The bike swerved in and out of the cars, while car horns blared around me. I didn't want to fathom the fate of the few cars heading toward the school. One way road equals certain death.

I examined the dashboard in front of me. Don't Harleys have a magic turbo button? Bikes have turbo buttons in movies, where is it?

I started flipping every switch I saw while simultaneously keeping the bike on two wheels. Apparently adrenaline fuels the coordination reservoir in me. The lights on the bike were flashing, but there were not desired effects. I flipped the last switch on the dashboard. Turbo turbo turbo turbo turbo... No, just a radio.

"I keep the wolf from the door but he calls me up,

Calls me on the phone, tells me all the ways that he's gonna mess me up,

Steal all my children if I don't pay the ransom, and I'll never see them again if I squeal to the cops..."

"Fuck you, Radiohead," I was at the head of the car pack, screeching down the road at 100 miles an hour when I saw a man in a wheelchair come out of a house.

"BILLY, CALL THE COPS!" I screamed when I passed Jacob's house. I was terrified for my life, no way in hell that I was about to stop to dial the cops when I have two deranged wolves coming after me.

Speaking of deranged wolves, the big brown one was knocking cars off the road as he sped toward me with a death glare. The grey one trailed right behind. Suddenly, a mammoth black one, bigger than all of the others behind, tackled the brown one. Spectacular. Now there are three wolves out to get me.

My heart was palpitating at a mile a minute as I drove the bike past the La Push border and down the small road. Okay, my house is thirty minutes away at forty five. I checked the dashboard for the speed. One twenty-five... I'm gonna get there a lot faster than thirty minutes.

Speeding past cars on the bike, I drove straight into town. The Forks High entrance was just a few stops away. I sped by with ease, catching the glare of an ongoing police light in the parking lot. Just then, I heard the loud blaring of a police chopper. Hell no, I have psychotic wolves after me, I'm not gonna stop for you to give me a ticket, I thought. The chopper was gaining speed, and following me down the road to my house.

Five minutes and a cop chase later, I had arrived at my house, where I hit the brakes and nearly fell off the now totaled bike. The chopper stopped in the driveway, and I saw Charlie running toward me with a worried and angry look on his face.

"Bella, what in the HELL do you think you're doing?" He hunched over me, and I started spewing out everything I knew.

"CHARLIE! You have to send people down to the reservation, the dance, and the people, I think some people may have gotten hurt, I got away as fast as I could, the...w-wolves and the cars and all the traffic and people hurt, a-and..." I rambled on and stopped because I was hyperventilating.

"Bella, calm down. I'm calling the station, I'm gonna get them to go down to the reservation to see if everyone's alright, but," His parent voice came out, "You go into your room, AND YOU DO NOT COME OUT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ISABELLA MARIE SWAN?"

I nodded, trying to mumble out a coherent response, but failing. I tore my shoes off and left them near the entrance, running as fast as I could up the stairs and into my room. I ran down the hallway to get into my room, and maybe pretend that my boyfriend didn't just explode into a wolf, that I didn't just see not one, not two, but THREE wolves the side of Manhattan trying to get me, and that I wasn't about to have a heart attack.

But just as I opened the door, something that would make me run out and head back to the wolves greeted me.

"I know what it looks like," A half naked, barefoot Emmett Cullen was holding one of my U2 band tees to his armpit. "But I swear it's not what you think!"

Nother A/N: Nevermind, I found the button for the single line breaks :DTold you you wouldn't be disappointed. All of the drama. I had a heart seizure writing this chapter, lol. To answer some questions that Ash asked: Too many spoilers. Waaayyy too many spoilers. I don't want to ruin the fic for anyone (everyone). And here I gave you Emmett. Even more questions will be answered next chap, and the Rosalie tampon thing will actually be answered. And yes. Jacob totally just phased in front of a gym filled with people and a famous band.

The first song (the one the band plays) is "Go All The Way (Into the Twilight)" by Perry Ferrell. It was on the Twilight soundtrack, which was the only part of the movie I actually liked.

The second song (The one that's playing on the radio) is "A Wolf at the Door" by Radiohead. I thought it fit in here pretty well.

Well, I might write tomorrow. I might also let this simmer for a while. You know, just to drive you people crazy :P Either way now I'm snowed AND iced in, so I'll write. Hope the winter snow isn't getting to you.

Cheers,

The Lazy Werewolf