Thank you for choosing to read my story. I've been really into Jacob/Bella FF after picking up the novels again after about 8 years. I used to be super Team Edward when I read them when I was 12. Now, after graduating college, I realize how much Jacob's character got butchered and I ventured into the FF world when I couldn't stomach Jacob's torture in Breaking Dawn. I really wanted to see/read more stories based off of Jacob and Bella's friendship before all the angst and pain. In this world Edward will never return and Jacob and Bella slowly build on their friendship. Its humorous, sweet, and angst free.

Also, I would say I am darn good academic writer, however, I haven't dabbled in fiction in a long time. This is my first attempt at fan fiction so hopefully it's not totally dreadful.

Song of the Chapter: Thriller by Michael Jackson

Enjoy!

Story is mine, characters belong to Stephanie Meyer.

Edit: The writing gets better I promise.

"Thriller"

"Jake" I whined. My shoulders slumped as he reached for the remote and proceeded to smash down the tiny plus sign. The little volume bar at the bottom of the screen inched farther to the right almost reaching 100. I'm not even sure this television's tiny speakers could handle such a demand.

The box television old enough to be a middle school child started blaring Michael Jackson's Thriller. The living room was quickly filled with the deafening 80's hit, effectively drowning out the rain.

Jacob glanced over at me with a sly gleam in his eye as the howling wolf filled my ears. He shimmied to the music and mouthed the words: It's close to midnight. Something evil's lurking in the dark… He clenched his eyes as if he were straining his vocal cords and belting out the lyrics.

I slapped my hands over my reddening face as continued his pseudo serenade me from across the couch. I curled farther into myself in hopes that the old cushions would swallow me whole.

There were very few times in which Jake got into such a silly mood. Usually when MTV was on we would bob our heads to the music and critique the dance moves of the hourglass bodies on the screen. However, with an empty house and an eerie fog floating in the night air, he thought it would be a perfect opportunity to take on the role as the 80's werewolf.

He suddenly gripped my wrists and yanked my hands away from my face and pulled me from my fetal position to stand in front of his wiggling dance moves.

He laughed loud over the music at my face of discomfort and horror as I thought about busting out dance moves on the shag carpet.

"C'mon, Bells. This is a classic," he laughed again as he continued to flail to the music. His towering frame and 70 foot limbs caused me to flinch and cower away.

"Jake, trust me, you do not want to see me," I said as I gestured to his shimmying form in front of me. "Besides, Charlie would hate to see me come home with a twisted ankle," I shrugged as I tried to sink back into my shriveled position on the couch.

Jake, being the annoyingly swift buffoon that he was, quickly clamped his arms around my waist and forced me back upright. He swayed both of us to the fast music as he continued to lip-synch: 'Cause this is thriller, thriller night. There ain't no second chance against the thing with 40 eyes, girl. He ducked his head down to look directly in my eyes and wiggled his eyebrows at me as he falsely sang those words with a wicked smirk on his lips. Holy Moly.

I quickly averted my eyes and a giggle escaped by lips as my body woodenly swayed with his. "Jake, stop," I laughed as he continued to force my body to move with his.

His smile widened as he saw that his attempts of getting me to cut loose were slowly worming their way into me. He laughed again and dug his fingers into my ribs which unleased more giggles from me. I involuntarily crouched forward to escape the tickles he was inflicting on my sides.

"Dance or we do the choreography, hand claws and all," he yelled over the music and my hysterical laughs. My head snapped back up at his threat as he started to slither away from me with that stupid grin. That little-

Before I could react he quickly bent over to push the coffee table away to give himself more space for famous routine.

I lunged over to grip his arm to stop him from making this more humiliating but he was already marching back and forth across the carpet. I felt my face contort even more at the horrific sight before me. He really was going all out. Hand claws and all. I didn't know whether to cringe at the retro dance moves or fall to ground laughing at his attempt at the iconic MJ moves.

I winced at what I was about to do. As much as I wanted to shrink down and crawl into the VHS slot, I had to put an end to this.

He just started to thrust his hips and wiggle his legs when I yelled over the music, "Okay fine, you win!"

I let out a sigh of relief as he straightened back up. However, my relief was quickly washed away when he turned to face me. I whimpered as he flashed me a toothy grin and quickly closed the gap between us. He grabbed my wrists again, but this time securing them around his neck. He continued to smile evilly down at me, as he gripped by waist and forced us to dance again. "Jackass," I grumbled which received another barking laugh from him.

As much as I hated dancing, I would rather hobble around like the tin man in need of oil than to witness Jacob do the Thriller again.

With my heart beating wildly in my chest from humiliation, excitement, and nervousness, I attempted to sway my hips a little more smoothly with his. As much as I hated to admit it, he was a pretty good dancer for giving the green giant a run for his money.

He smiled smugly down at me as his eyes darted from my twitching hips back to my eyes. I felt my blush deepen under his appraisal. I just hoped the limited light from the kitchen didn't illuminate my tomato-ness.

He nodded in approval and, without warning, yanked one hand from behind his neck and jerked my arm around. I squeaked as he twirled me around in a full turn, before he pulled me even closer to his body.

Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together. All through the night…

The lyrics swam around the room along with the last of my composure. Jacob chuckled and squeezed me tighter as Mr. Jackson sung those suggestive lyrics in the midst of the teen wolf drama.

I swatted his arm as I felt every bit of my blood continue to swim under my cheeks. I tried to fight my smile as I secretly enjoyed how close he was holding me. If he let go I'm pretty sure I would crumple to the ground from my sensory overload from the past few minutes.

Although I was absolutely mortified, I couldn't help but laugh at Jacob's enthusiasm as he continued to lip-synch the lyrics. By the end of the song we were barely maintaining the swaying movement as we gave into our giggles over the silliness of the situation.

As the song faded to its end, Jacob continued to hold me close breathing heavily from the impromptu dancing and subsequent laughing.

His chest rose and fell quickly against me as his eyes twinkled down at me.

I couldn't bring myself to look away from his gaze. If there was anything that I was sure of, no one else on the planet could ever bring this side of myself out. I have always been timid, self-conscious, and dangerously uncoordinated. Despite this, Jacob has never allowed me to pass up an opportunity to have fun and live a little. As embarrassed and flustered as I feel at the moment, Jacob would never point it out. Instead, he basically attempted to turn himself into Michael Jackson, all he needed was the red jacket and jerry curl.

I giggled quietly as I revisited that memory from a few moments ago. I unconsciously gripped his arms tighter never wanting this feeling to end. Jacob was such a goofball and it made my heart swell with how much I adored that about him.

He grinned down at me, "Who taught you how to dance like that?" he teased as he lightly ticked my waist again.

I rolled my eyes, breaking out my thoughts, "I wouldn't count that as dancing as much as me wobbling like I have two peg legs."

He laughed at the image I painted and dropped his hands back down to his sides. I fought to keep from frowning at the lack of his heated hands on my waist. I reluctantly slid my hands away from his arms.

"Okay, Peggy, let's get you home before you snap those ankles," he snorted and went to grab his car keys.

At the top of my to-do list for when I get home: download Thriller from iTunes. Thank you Michael Jackson.

I smiled to myself and gathered what was left of my composure and followed Jake out into the night.

Thanks for reading! More little snap shots to come soon! There won't be any rhyme or reason to the chapters. No plot and, like I said before, no angst. However, this version of Jacob and Bella is gonna be continuing throughout this story/universe. There may be call backs to previous chapters etc.

Have any situations you want me to write? Let me know! Thanks for reading!