Jacob

Unlike most garages Harry closed at twelve on Saturdays. That was something Leah loved. It gave her a chance to go shopping and me a chance to watch the game, before she got back talking my head off. I took a swig of my coke as the final play was made. I realized it was almost five and she still wasn't back.

My stomach was growling and I knew I wouldn't be able to wait much longer. I hadn't cooked since we've been here. I used to cook all the time for Billy. It couldn't be that hard to cook for Leah. I took out the chicken that she had thawing in the fridge and prepared it to be fried. Then I sliced the potatoes, and put them on to boil. She would probably die of a heart attack when she gets home, but I owed her this.

Just as I sat the table, lighting the candle that I found in the back of a drawer, Leah entered with a couple of bags in her hand. She paused at the sight before her.

"What's all of this?"

"I wanted to eat something that wouldn't make me sick later, so I decided to cook."

She gave me a denoted look. "Funny, did you come up with that all on your on?"

I walked over and took the bags from her, placing them on the couch. I turned to see her looking at me. I bit my bottom lip pulling it in, then making a popping sound, I walked over to the table and pulled out her chair. She hesitated a moment like she was trying to read my motives. Then she took her seat.

"Thanks." She said confused.

I walked around the table and took a seat myself. "So, did you buy out the entire store?"

"Actually I just bought a couple of outfits." She passed the potatoes to me. "And I thought you could use a little help with your style so I bought you some clothes too."

I grinned. "This I'll have to see."

"Yeah, well, trust me, anything is better than those God awful T's and jeans."

"Don't knock the jeans." I said taking a bite of the chicken.

"Wow." She licked her lips. "This is like the best fried chicken ever. You're so on cooking duty from now on."

We spent the rest of dinner laughing and talking about the events of the week. Little things that happened at Harry's. Like the fact that Harry had a crush on her. Which she totally denied. Harry was a forty something year old man, that was already half bald. And the fact that he was missing a few teeth was a total turn off to her anyway.

She offered to help with dishes and since I hated doing the dishes I didn't refuse. I washed as she dried. When I caught her drifting away into thought I took the sprayer from the sink, and sprayed her. She started to laugh as she began to wrestle with me, trying to get the sprayer away from me. Then there we were soaking wet, standing in the middle of the floor, our eyes locking. We both moved in slowly to one another. Hesitantly our lips met. Slowly moving in sync with each others. I placed my hand on the back of her neck, pulling her close to me. I let myself disappear, everything that I wanted and needed. I let slip away.

She wrapped her arms around my neck, I reached down and lifted her up, placing her on the counter. Our breathing was heavy, and uneven. I paused resting my head on her forehead. What was I doing? I was kissing my best friend, wishing that she was the love of my life. This wasn't right. No matter how hard I tried to make it feel right, it would never be.

"Leah,… I-I'm sorry."

She pulled back, placing both hands on either side of my face. "Jake, I lied."

The knock at the door interrupted us. I opened it to find Edward and Sam standing there with goofy grins on their faces. My body shivered with anger. How dare they interfere in my life?

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Bella has been worried. She sent us out looking for you."

Bella? "I don't care who sent you. I'm not going back."

"Edward?" Leah said walking over behind me.

Edward made his way into the house pushing me out of the way. He walked straight to Leah, placing his hands on her cheeks as hers were just on mine.

"Take your hands off of her, you bloodsucking son of a…" I grabbed him turning him around.

"Jake,… calm down." Sam ordered me, but I didn't listen.

I hit Edward, but it didn't faze him.

"What are you doing?" Leah asked. She looked at me with disappointment, as she check Edward to make sure he was okay.

"Jake, Bella wants you. She is barely eating enough to stay alive, she hardly sleeps, she can't live without you. Now we both know that this isn't what you want. Come home with us." Sam pleaded. "Where you belong."

I stared at Leah. There was a look in her eyes. A look I couldn't place. She stared at Edward, and he at her. My head began to spin around. I stumbled backwards, and took a seat on the sofa.

"I don't want her to love me out of force." I said with my head resting in my hands, still out of the corner of my eye watching Leah gaze at Edward.

"It's not out of force, Jacob. The two of you need to talk. She doesn't want anyone-else. She only sees you."

"I'm ready to go home, Jake." Leah walked over to me, kneeling beside me, taking my hand. "We don't belong here. You and I both know that we were living a lie. Trying to make something work that was fighting against nature." She wiped the tear from my cheek. "So, what do you say? You ready to go and get your heart and soul?"

I nodded in defeat.

Sam sat in the cockpit with the pilot on the private jet that Edward had chartered. Leah sat on the sofa with Edward and I sat across from them. Leah rested her head on his shoulder, her hand entwined with his. I stared in disbelief. I was too blind to see what was in plain sight.

"She didn't know what to say to you." Edward said, reading my mind. "She didn't want to believe it herself. She thought that the pack would think less of her for imprinting on me."

I didn't say anything. I just stared into his eyes.

"I do love her. And I want tell Bella about the kiss. That's between you and Bella."

"Leah is special, Edward. I want let you use her."

He halved grinned. "You don't have to worry about it. I would die before I hurt her."

"So just like that, you two see each other for the first time and now your head over heels and you've forgotten all about Bella."

"I'll never forget Bella. But now I see clearly. I see Leah. I see whom I am suppose to be with."

His words were smooth as silk as they flowed from his pink lips. I turned to look away from him. He was beginning to get on my nerves with his flawlessness.

"Stop being so naive, Jacob. Stop fighting against what you've been fighting for all this time. There is nothing in your way now."