And we are back at it again with a new chapter! Is my foot better? Nope. But, I've had this idea in my brain and I had to write it down. I got inspiration from a fan fic I read that alludes to Jacob listening to Mariah Carey and I had to write a scenario about it. I can't take all the credit. I don't remember what fic it was unfortunately. But hopefully you all enjoy! Thank you to those who have favorited and reviewed! I see each one and I'm so thankful you guys read my stories! I didn't really think anyone still read Jacob/Bella fan fiction so its nice to know I'm not alone. I'm doing this for you lol.

Songs of the Chapter:
"Fantasy" by Mariah Carey
"Tiny Dancer" by Elton John

Story is mine, characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

"Fantasy"

We pulled up to the Black's little red house. Jacob was doing his usual maintenance on my truck and, I must say, it was nice to have a personal mechanic. However, it would be nice if he let me pay him once in a while. He's incredible at what he does and it feels so wrong to not pay for his hard work. More often than not, he finishes a job with sore muscles and a very, very sweaty back and chest. Seeing him exert so many strength and energy over something he loves doing was down right, for lack of a better word, hot. Now, I would never tell him that. Secretly it was one of things I love most when I watched him work, aside from his easy conversation and sunny presence, of course. I brought a wad of cash just in case I could convince him today.

Usually, I would sit with him and watch, offering little help except supplying him with riveting stories of my boring life. However, I spent today restocking the house with essentials and wasn't able to keep him company. He said it would be just about done around 4 PM and it was 3:54 PM. Close enough. I wanted my truck back, since I've been chauffeured by the Chief of Police all day. I also wanted to see Jake, but only I needed to know that.

"Thanks for driving me, Dad." I said as I began to get out of the car that turned the 15 minute drive to a 25 minute drive.

"Don't mention it, Bells," he grunted as he heaved himself out. "Bill's got some beer that's just calling my name," he grinned and headed towards the front door.

I laughed at his enthusiasm. "Okay, Dad. Don't get too drunk. I won't drive you home this time. I may have to report you to the police for driving under the influence," I called over my shoulder as I headed to the garage.

"Hhumph," I heard him respond as he bounded up the porch.

At least it was Saturday.

I walked up to the garage and the wooden door was ajar from the weathered hinge. I was about to step in when I heard something. I slowed my steps and slid up next to the door to carefully peek in. Jake had his back to me and was leaned under the hood.

"But it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, babyyy. When I close my eyes, you come and take me," I heard Jacob sing in a high pitched voice attempting to rival Mariah in a cracking screech. He swayed his hips and bobbed his head, still tucked under the hood. Man he sucked at singing. My hand flew to my mouth to stifle the giggles threatening to erupt from my lips. I realized the ancient radio he always listened to was on the same R and B station I had playing when he helped me clean my house. He usually stuck to classic rock when I was with him, but since I wasn't here he was taking advantage.

I slowly crept in to catch the full show he was putting on, attempting to make my steps silent.

"It's so deep in my daydreams, but it's just a sweet, sweet fantasy, babyyy," He sang-screeched.

I nearly crumpled to the ground with silent laughter as he continued at full force, clearly oblivious to my presence. He casually switched out tools and pushed loose strands of hair that escaped his braid out of his face. He continued to sway his hips to the music, making this a million times more hilarious. Oh I will never let him live this down.

I crept as close as I could behind him as he continued his unintentional serenade. And then I said "if you attempt a whistle note I'll just go buy a used car and find a new mechanic."

"I'm in hea- oh shit!" He yanked himself back from my car, clipped his head on the hood, stumbled back, tripped over his feet, and crumbled onto his butt. He scrambled to the radio and flung it off its place on an old crate, sending it crashing to the floor, effectively cracking it into a bunch of random pieces of plastic and wires. Mariah Carey's voice effectively cut off.

I jumped back with both my hands flying to my mouth trying to muffle the hysterics threatening to make an appearance. "Oh my god-" my laughs finally broke free and I fell onto my hands and knees, my body quivering with my giggles. "Jake- you-" I wheezed through my words "sounded-" wheeze "terrible-" I panted and lifted to my knees, clutching my aching stomach, tears rolling down my face.

He shoved himself off the floor with a scowl on his face. "Well nice to see you too," he spat and dusted himself off.

"Oh wow," I huffed and puffed as I fanned my face that was turning red from my laughter. "I really needed that," I dabbed my eyes with my sleeves letting out a few more laughs.

"Great. Now I have to fix this too," he grumbled as he started picking up random pieces of radio.

"I never pegged you as a Mariah Carey fan," I said as I tried to return my breathing back to normal. I stood up and brushed off my knees.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," he sighed and gathered the radio's remains into a pile.

His face was about as red as it could get and he tried to hide it with the wisps from his braid.

"C'mon, Jake I was just kidding," I smirked at him as he pulled up his tool box and settled onto a crate next to the pile.

He made a face mocking my words and started to put his puzzle back together.

I giggled at his immaturity and folded myself on the floor next to him. "If it makes you feel better, you have a lovely voice," I gave him a cheesy smile.

His eyes flicked to me for a moment then returned to the pieces in his hands.

"Jaaake," I whined and poked his ribs.

He continued to ignore me.

"Fine, I guess I'll go keep an eye on our dad's to make sure they don't get too drunk," I sighed and got back up.

Nothing.

I started to walk away. "And I guess I better start looking for a new auto shop too. Since my mechanic doesn't want to acknowledge my presence," I said as I slowly took steps towards the door. I turned my head to look at him.

Still nothing.

"Damn," I said forlornly. "My mechanic was such a hunk too," I sighed and continued my trek to the door. "And my new mechanic might charge a fortune." I shook my head and turned back to check his reaction.

He was fighting a smile as he worked at his puzzle.

"Oh well," I shrugged and took the last few steps to the door.

"Oh just come back," he said exasperatedly.

I giggled and turned back around to skip back to his side. I returned to my spot on the floor. I watched him as he quietly put the pieces back together. Surprisingly, it already almost looks like a radio again. Damn those hands can work magic.

I sat quietly and watched. I figured I poked enough fun at him. He was so cute when he got all worked up. He never gets embarrassed. He always carries this amazing confidence and charisma wherever he goes. Embarrassment was just not his in nature. I'm not sure what bothered him more. The fact that someone walked in on him singing; the fact that it was me who walked in on him; the fact that I walked in on him singing Mariah Carey; or the fact that he listens and knows the words to her songs. Probably a mixture of all four. If it was me he walked in on, I just know he would poke fun at me for hours. But, at some point I just got used to the fact that I would embarrass myself often. And although he would tease me, he would always get me to laugh with him. I wish I could do that for him. Maybe I was just coming across as a bitch. I sighed.

"What? My embarrassment doesn't amuse you anymore?" he asked.

I looked up at him. He was smirking at me.

"No it does," I reassured him.

He breathed a laugh. "Great," he grinned more and returned to his radio.

I laughed softly and leaned my head on his arm. Maybe he wasn't mad at me after all. "I am sorry. I hope I wasn't being mean," I said quietly.

He snorted. "Bells, I would do the same to you."

"Plus more," I grumbled.

I heard him snicker. "Oh, honey, you better watch your back. 'Cause next time you fall on your ass you'll be sorry you ever laughed at me."

I lifted my head and glared at him with my eyes narrowed. "That's not fair. I fall like once a week."

He leaned his face down and looked me dead in the eye, his face inches from mine. "Aww," he mock-pouted and kissed my nose. "Guess you better be extra careful then," he leaned back and put the last few pieces of the radio together.

I dropped my head and let my hair shield my growing blush. He's never kissed my nose before. Holy Moly.

"Fantastic," I grumbled under my breath.

He barked a laugh and clicked the radio back on. He quickly started to switch the station and the radio flicked between static and clipped voices. He settled on his go-to station. Elton John's Tiny Dancer poured out of the speakers.

"Alright, Bells," he pushed himself up from the crate. "You embarrassed me, now I get to embarrass you," he held out his hand to me.

"Technically you embarrassed yourself," I pointed out making no move to take his hand.

His eyes glimmered with mischief. "Oh yeah?" He grinned. He squatted down in front of me and whispered "Get your ass up before I make you," and grinned devilishly at me.

My eyes widened. Well shit.

He held his hand out to me again. I shakily placed mine in his. I really didn't want to know what the other option was.

He yanked me up from my position and I collided with him. He steadied me and took my hands and placed them on his shoulders. He placed his on my waist and started to sway us to the slow music.

"This isn't fair," I whined, my face growing even redder than before.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Oh how the tables have turned, Miss Swan."

I rolled my eyes and swayed woodenly with him.

"Hold me closer, tiny dancer. Cloud the headlights on the highway," he sang in his high pitched singing voice. Just as terrible as before.

I cringed and laughed at him as he shamelessly sang. He laughed with me and took one of my hands and spun me around in a full turn. "So what did we learn today?" He asked he finished my turn and pulled me tighter against him.

"I learned that Jacob is a mean, rotten, little boy," I grumbled as I stared at his shoulder.

He threw his head back and laughed louder. "I thought I was a hunk?"

"Ugh," I groaned and hid my face in his chest. How could this get any worse?

He leaned down and I felt his breath near my ear. "You're so fuckin' cute," he whispered.

"Shut up," I murmured back and pressed my face further into his shirt. I'm pretty sure I was turning to a tomato.

He chuckled and continued to sway us in a small circle.

Today I learned that I was completely, totally, horribly in love with Jacob Black.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed and got a laugh out of this one! I have bunch more ideas so stay tuned.

If you have scenarios you would like me to write, let me know!

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