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I've been roaming around

Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can't reach

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody

Someone like you, and all you know, and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street

You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you

Off in the night, while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice

Someone like me
Someone like me
Someone like me, somebody

Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody
Someone like you, somebody

I've been roaming around,
Always looking down at all I see

Margo couldn't look at me for the first few hours. And normally her tight-lipped lips would be an accessory to her overpriced outfit, but the veins popping out of her forehead only showed me she was pissed. And I knew it was because of me.

Matt noticed, but he didn't want to ask after today. Being hungover and hiding from young girls seemed to do a number on him. I was too tired and scared, a little lightheaded so why would I speak when I could nap. So, the ride home wasn't filled with anything but our lifeless bodies.

"What happened?" Matt asked

I currently was topless, the black bra only concealing my boobs from my best friend who was typing away on his phone. This wasn't as weird as many thought it was. My mother was shocked the moment she walked into my room and Matt was sitting on my bed watching me walk around in my underwear while getting ready for my brothers' graduation. Matt has seen the worst sides of me, and it wasn't like my vagina was out.

"She just freaked, I guess. She doesn't really like Billy." I sniffed the article clothing I had draped over the lamp shade looked clean but I was never too sure.

"Billy is William, right? "I asked

I nodded and threw on the large oversized black hoodie. It was long enough to reach a little past mid thigh but above my knee. It was very Ariana Grandesque. We stan in this household.

"I never understood that, where the hell do people get Billy from William? Cant it just be will? Maybe Willy."

It was the question I asked myself every night too.

"People are weird, this okay?" I asked

Matt sat up and looked me once over. His finger tapped his chin and he then nodded.

"You should probably wear some color, so they don't think you're some sort of mortician. Maybe Jacob doesn't want to fuck a corpse, you know."

"There's no fucking…. "I sighed but ultimately understood. Searching through my clean laundry basket I pulled the long pumpkin colored sock that had become my current obsession. The moment I held it up with triumph Matt nodded enthusiastically before going back to his game.

I normally never did my hair, brushing it was a task due to the damaged parts from bleaching it. And my roots were starting to show, the dark brown hair wasn't my favorite, I preferred the black dye and all the chemical goodness it gave me. But at this point I was too lazy to buy dye and massage it in.

Makeup was another story; I didn't take long. I did the basics and a little more. Plus it helped the hair situation. Some part of me had to look good.

The dark orange lip matched my socks that came just below my knee. The black doc martens secured tightly on my feet thanks to Matt who double knotted them. My face hidden under expensive foundation and setting powder. There was a time where eye makeup never existed in my life and then James Charles's existed and I soon began the coloring of my eyelids . Bronzy orange blended out for a real cool look. It was literally all I could do. One color packed on and blended out, simple and boujee.

But overall, I felt good.

And when I walked out finally and saw Margo sitting on our couch, I knew she agreed.

"That's a cute outfit, Noelle."

Though I was apprehensive at what she would be like after, she didn't like annoyed. Instead Margo looked relaxed and poised.

"Thanks Margo, I like your coat."

The fuzzy leopard coat was new, fresh off the Paris fashion week runway. Margo looked like the coolest woman in the world with giant red hair that extended in all directions. White cat eyed glasses and nude estee Lauder lipstick I wish she would just hand over.

"Its faux fur. "

I nodded as Matt finally appeared. Sky blue hoodie, his Jean jacket thrown over it as he held out my own giant rain coat. The hood was fuzzy on the inside , keeping my ears warm for what I knew was going to be one of the coldest nights of my life. Beach climate wasn't the best in Washington. Too cold for my desert ass.

"Everyone ready?" Matt asked

The drive to the bonfire was awkwardly silent still. And even when I asked who sang the song currently playing, no one budged. Even matt was a little suspicious on Margo's mood. And I was a bit nervous from any repercussions that could've been going on. But Margo didn't say anything. Normally the blunt force. She stayed quiet but allowed whatever she was feeling into the air. And I felt that.

"Turn left here, Matthew." She whispered

"You ever heard these stories, Margo?" I asked breaking then silence indefinitely

"I have. Long ago, Sarah invited me once. "

I nodded hoping Matty caught my gaze to keep it going.

"William is an excellent story teller. You'll really enjoy it, Noelle. " She spoke before he ever could.

Matt sent me a reassuring smile and rubbed my knee.

"As good as you?" my eyes looked into the rearview mirror and met Margo's who's lit up at the mention of her natural talent. And that's when she knew I was Team Margo.

"I'll let you be the judge of that. " her eyes had softened and the edge of her lips curved.

The moment we arrived I wasn't so sure if we should be here. The beach waves were loud, a full moon was evident. A couple of bonfires were going off on the beach with Groups of teenagers loitering the parking lot and inspecting my big Ford bronco coming up and parking. It was packed but it was also Saturday night.

"Which one could it be?"

My eyes scanned the beach and scanned the serval groups as we satin the car. Margo was rummaging through her giant purse.

There were Some college kids drinking from a small keg, teenagers crying together, a family that seemed to be in the middle of a serious talk and right off to the end was a giant group of giants I knew.

"That one."

Matt squinted his eyes and nodded once he saw them.

"Great, they have their own little spot away from everyone else." He joked

"They got secrets. " she said

As I unbuckled my seatbelt, I turned to look at Margo. Her eyes looking past mine and to the beating ocean waves not too far from the group we would be joining. Something in the way she said it gave me an eerie feeling.

"Everyone does." I commented hoping the words would clam me down.

She shook her head furiously

"Theirs are different. I always knew there was something off and I still do. Promise me you won't be swayed by their magic. Noelle."

Margo's hand reached for mine. It was warm and soft, gently cupping mine and it was then that I knew that Margo had much more than hate towards these people. And she was far more concerned then I believed.

"Margo, you're my family. I wouldn't ever leave you."

Her eyes narrowed in and her sad smile turned cold.

"You don't get it, Noelle. And maybe you wont. My intuition tells me you will, but it did with Sarah too. Just remember why we are doing this. Where these dreams stemmed from."

I nodded and hopped out of the car. Matt was patiently waiting outside and raised a brow and I simply shrugged. We walked towards the wooden stairs leading us down to the beach. I didn't know what to say or feel but my heart was beating fast. And part of me wondering if my body would be found by Matt's in the woods. The pressure of my chest was slowly coming forward and I wasn't so sure of what to think and I caught Matt's arm to stop as the sharp pain encased my under boob.

"You good?" he asked rubbing my arms up and down while Margo stood before us. Her hand rubbing my back as she watched me closely.

"Yeah I'm going to get my water bottle from the car. I forgot it "

Both Margo and Matt knew that meant I needed to breathe and be with myself. And a quick look to each other only told me they were reconsidering the options. Last time I freaked I passed out at a Safe Way on aisle 4. Margo scratched my head and rubbed my back.

"You want to go home?" she asked and part of me wanted to. All I wanted was to throw myself into my bed and clutch whatever blanket I had around me until I felt suffocated. Enough so my cries and trembling sobs wouldn't leave the room. I felt the underlying pain just want to scream out and misbehave while my body shook, and mind merely laughed at my expense. My brain was scolding me for being at the beach as if I ever liked it. I knew better, and being out on a cold Saturday wasn't ideal when I could be watching the new queer eye

"no, I'm just going to get my water bottle. "

"You want us to go with you?"

I shook my head and took a deep breath. Palms sweat and the pulse behind my head was removing me from this conversation as the anxiousness was reaching my fingertips.

"Well be close by, okay?" Matt reassured and I nodded. Reaching for my car keys and walking away quickly. The sand was no chance for my boots. As much as they tried to find their way into them, they couldn't. But it still was a tad difficult to walk when I wasn't trying to stomp away. The bile of vomit rose from my esophagus and nearly up my throat and as I made my way to the back of the bronco I busted open those back doors and I quickly shifted through the blankets and the clothes I had piled in the back and found my gym bag. The black Nike bag had belonged to my brother until he bought himself the expensive one. I took advantage and took the one embroider with his name and called it mine. The bright pink hydro flask was stuffed under the softball glove and a workout jacket but all that was soon shoved aside for the obnoxious pink Las Vegas flask I had. I needed relief and even though Jessica said I should avoid the drink when I was nervous ,she didn't feel the pulsing of my heart and my head. Let alone the chest pain I had tickling at my side.

So, I sipped more than enough. I wouldn't be drunk; I handled my shit but just enough that the smooth and bitter taste can coat my mouth and send my body the signals of relief. I swished it around like mouthwash and allowed the bitterness to keep me awake. Keep me here and not in the horrendous confides to over analyzing Margo's moods.

Why was I so nervous and felt this pressure I knew I didn't need to have? Margo's words were scary and the look she gave me sent whatever plausible idea I had in my mind to run off and hide. I liked William/Billy and Jacob like I would with any other client or person we would have met. The entire council had treated us well. But I also could see their distaste for Margo despite her push for a reading program. And after that talk I knew Margo an they had personal vendettas that I wouldn't ever understand or possibly want to but there was something she knew that I didn't. But this left me in a spot I wasn't so sure I belonged in. The more I thought of Jacob the more I felt guilty because it's like Margo knew that I had looked at him like a piece of meat. And the only person who knew that was Matt, he understood the hardships of my love life and Jacob just was good eye candy. But to ever allow something to bloom was ridiculous since I was me and he was this tall god who reeked authority and pride. In a way, Margo knew something I knew too but was denying whatever pull I had to the tall Calvin Klein model. In my mind, I harbored a crush that helped me rub one out every night. And to Margo I was going to dive myself in to a world I didn't care to know of.

But that was just jumping the gun, I would be lucky to move past everything I went through in the last year. Maybe she knew I wasn't capable of loving someone. She and I always had that in common, too selfish to ever care for anyone else. But I loved bonfires and story telling, so why wouldn't I come. To learn about a New culture was a beautiful thing but also to see Jacob Black by a fire would send my burned ashes into flames like a Phoenix. It was much more sexual curiosity than a connection, but the way Margo made it feel she knew I craved more.

"You okay, loca?"

The voice pulled me back out of my thoughts. His eyes soft but stern as he looked me once over and back to the Truck full of teenage boys who were looking over here.

"Yeah I just…. "And this is where I noticed I wasn't around people who understood me. People who were in my life for a while learned the things about me, especially the drinking habit I had since I was eighteen. His eyes scanned my hand as I stupidly gestured to the flask. And he might think I'm a drunken idiot when I had only a few sips. But instead he rolled his eyes and smirked.

"Not a fan of crowds? "

His body was soon covering any vision I had of the loud boys by us. Their eyes were tracing over Jacob and me. But as I looked up to see a blushing Jacob and his arm prompting open my door, I wasn't so mad.

"Umm Its complicated."

Not complicated, difficult.

"Explain, I might understand."

I fiddled with my hands, finger nail chipping away at the polish before I took another sip.

"I don't like new people. Like the numbers are off. More of you then me and that makes me scared."

"We aren't going to bite."

"I hope not, but that's not it. I'm just not good with meeting people. I could come off as a bitch "

Jacob chuckled

"you haven't met Leah, I guess. Don't worry, we all get it. You're not the only shy person we have had. "

I looked up at him

"Jared's wife threw up right before she came down… One of Seth ex girlfriends nearly fell into the fire once as she stumbled over her words…. "

"wow, a great track record… clearly."

"yeah, you might just be the one to shit your pants."

My eyes probably grew out of my head because Jacob gave a nice belly laugh.

"too forward? I thought you'd enjoy something like that. "

"it was a good joke, but I wasn't so sure you'd be the one making it. " I laughed before leaning back on my hands and looking down at my legs.

"You look warm."

The smile couldn't be held back as I nodded shyly and looked up at the giant lug. His smile was something I couldn't grow tired of. How he was blessed with such a perfect smile I didn't know. But mine took a few years of braces and an annoying retainer I sometimes forgot about. His though, it seemed natural and I knew he couldn't be real.

"You don't. "motioning to his body that was absent from any jacket.

"I'm used to it. Not a desert rat. "he joked

I rolled my eyes and sat up.

"Better a desert rat then a snow bunny. "

"cute and cuddly versus rodent like and mousey? "he questioned

My eyes rolled and I shook my head

"we both know I'm the cuter of the two…. "

"well, I can't deny that."

And then I realized where I was. Sitting in the back of my car in front of a stranger that filled my dreams and he just called me cute. Lord please, let this memory die before I get back home because I don't think I have any batteries left.

"This your car?"

He broke me out of my trance and patted the rug by the side of my thigh. Small flakes of sand jumping out from my boots.

"He's a beauty."

"She…. My car is a she. "I corrected

Jacob quirked a brow and nodded

"sorry, my apologizes. All the original parts?" he asked

I shrugged.

"I don't really know. Ill ask my dad and get back to you."

"you know you're riding in one of my dream cars, right? "

"A ford bronco? "

"a 1973 Ford Bronco. yes. And from the looks of it, the exterior seems all original."

"they just retouched the paint job. My dad didn't want MY original idea, so this was what we both agreed on. "

My dad and I were incredibly alike that people were terrified the moment they heard a female version of my father was walking around. Stubborn but determined workers who rather work for themselves then anyone.

"what was the original color? "he asked

"pink."

His eyes bulged out of his head before he furiously shook his head and shoved his face into his arm.

"thank god your father said no. He's a smart man. "

"umm, excuse me. A pink Ford Bronco would've been sooo cool. "

"This is a man's toy, honey. Not a Barbie convertible. "

"1. It's not a toy for neither a man or women. 2. Barbie isn't just pink and would've been sick."

Jacob shook his head and looked up from where the ruckus was.

"looks like they're about to start. You think you ready? "

Even with the pressure off my chest, I still felt my insides bubble with anticipation. The obsessive inner monologue not quieting down.

So I only nodded and grabbed Jacob's hand that he held out. He helped me down, settling me gently as I grabbed the lanyard with my keys and locked the back door.

Jacob sat on a different log then me. Matt and Margo on either side, Margo was having a sweet conversation with Sue Clearwater while Matt whispered in my ear everything I had missed. All this time, Jacob's eyes trained on me.

"and then Margo pretty much told him to fuck off."

I looked away from the fire to look up at an amused Matt.

"over a hot dog? " I asked

He nodded and soon we erupted into giggles. This earned us an amused glare from Margo who shushed us but never stopped talking to Sue.

"Noelle here is the driving force."

I looked up to where my name was being spoken about and I noticed how everyone's eyes were on me.

"I was telling Sue Clearwater on your love for folklore."

"you like legends, Noelle? " Billy Black spoke. The same perfect smile his son mirrored. Only Jacob's reached his eyes and squinted.

"umm, I like stories in general. I took folklore back in school for a few years and just enjoyed listening to them and decoding them. "

"any particular ones? "Embry asked

"I liked the scary ones. Like Skinwalkers, Lockness monsters , vampires and Chupacabra's…. "

"Chupacabra's? "Paul laughed and Matt was quick to jump on the wagon.

"Noelle believes in Chupacabras. "

"really? " Sue asked as Margo grinned.

As much as I wanted to deny the fact, I couldn't lie.

"Yeah, my bunny got his head bit off by one. "

There was silence for a few seconds, my eyes meeting Jacob who had a look of confusion etched on his aface. But the moment my eyes met his he was quick to send em a dopey smile that made the hair on my legs stand. Really needed to shave.

"how do you know that? " Paul asked

"my dad told me, and my dad wouldn't lie about that especially concerning Pancho. "

"pancho? "

"my bunny. Rest in peace."

Billy chuckled and nodded his head in approval.

"Well, we Quileute's have our own legends, Noelle. "

"children of the moon right? "

Everyone's eyes zeroed in on me and most of the guys seemed to stiffen.

"yeah, how did? "

"I noticed a pattern at the school and just coming onto the rez. Plus your book displays under your history boards kind of gave it awat. "

"smart girl. " Sue commented while Margo beamed roudly.

Jacob watched from across the fire how Noelle's eyes showed everything he wanted to know. He was starting to think that her best features were her eyes. Big and round, holding a child like quality to them. He was mesmerized by the way she would stare up at him through her lenses, two plump lips naturally pouted together as she waited for his response. The small dimple on her left cheek that he was sure he'd die to see for the rest of his life. Her in general, he was entranced. And even as his dad told his stories he felt his eyes and his entire being just focused on his imprint.

He enjoyed when her eyes widened at the twists and turns, her small chuckle when his dad made a joke. And the way she bit her nails when the anticipation kicked in. She didn't seem to hide her emotions and Jacob really liked that.

When the moment of the third wife came around, he focused his eyes on her. Margo's arm had wrapped itself around hers, and Matt had pulled both closer. Noelle taking more of their cuddles by sitting in between them. But her eyes never left the view of the fire as she took the story in. And she listened, very much entranced with the story of the cold ones. Her eyes tracing over the serious demeanors when mentioned, and their eyes softening at the mention of the third wife. A proud stance in their shoulders of the mention of shapeshifting. Their tribe held themselves proudly and Noelle understood, the history was enriched with legends and myths that only solidified their strong roots to their culture. They had something to be proud of. Her eyes flicked towards Jacob, deep brown eyes taking her in and she crumbled.

If you would have told Noelle that the air in La Push felt different, She wouldn't believe it. But now, under the stars and watching the waves break onto shore, she knew this entire place was something different. There was a serene feeling to this place with black rocks and pebbles littering the floor, old washed up tree trunks that seemed misplaced but oh so right. The breeze brought her back, the cold tip of her nose becoming numb, but she didn't care. Not with the way the sky looked tonight. Full moon and all, Noelle felt like today had drained her.

So, Noelle wrapped her arms around herself and let the warmth cloud over her. Feeling the breeze of the ocean hit her face. Matt was currently skipping rocks and calling her over. Seth happily by his side challenging the white boy to another round of who could get the most skips. Noelle, she was happy sitting back on the boulder and watching them, no need to push any boundaries

"You can't throw?"

Noelle looked up to a grinning Jacob. Butterflies evident in her stomach as she took him in with all his clothed glory.

"I can throw. Pretty well actually. I'm just cold. "

Jacob knew this is where the magic happened, he had seen it in movies. Even had heard his own sisters giggle about it when they were younger and recently Little Claire had sparked a love for teen romance at the book store. Moments like these mattered and it wasn't long before he kept thinking of writing his own with his imprint. He couldn't keep his eyes from her. The sweet smile shed give him. The awkwardness evident in her shoulders that would tense up. He didn't know how to even look away when her cheeks were flushed but her voice was straight laced with poise. Eyes avoiding his but he heard that heart pounding and knew she was nervous.

"what you doing tomorrow? "and as he asked Noelle's heart clenched and he knew. She looked away from him, eyes back on Matt who watched them from afar. Questioning the body stance, the two had between them. Noelle was tensed and Jacob was full on slumped. Matt shook it off and went back to picking up small pebbled. Seth happily talking about his current girlfriend.

But Noelle, she watched Jacob and The way his shoulders slacked, and his head fell forward was the only way Noelle was able to know how he felt. He was observant, like her, but much more impulsive. She had read her well, from the sigh she released and the knew sudden urge to say sorry. Jacob knew it so well, only once before did he ever feel this way.

"it's not a 'you' thing…. It's a me thing… it's weird and Complicated. "she confessed turning her body towards him. Their knees touched and even though both clothed they could feel something more. And as much as Noelle wished it was a sexual attraction there was something more about Jacob. She felt a need to reach over and ask if he was alright. And whatever that answer may be, she only wished she had the power to make it better for him. But she knew she was the issue, she was told.

"I like you." He confessed looking down at her. Eyes making contact before she looked away.

"you don't really know me, Jacob. "she muttered unsure of what to think. But the bubbling in her stomach grew and she wanted to squeal.

"I want to know you though. You seem …. Cool. " He confessed shrugging his shoulders and colliding his knee with hers.

His eyes lit up when Noelle locked her eyes on him. Her nose scrunched up and pushed her glasses up her nose. A mischievous smirk on her face.

"I mean, I get it. I'm fucking cool. But I'm also a super pain in the ass. "

"I don't mind any ass pain…." And the moment he said it he regretted it. This time Noelle chuckled. Throwing her head back dramatically. Jacob's face was scrunched up adorably while he shook his head regretting it.

"maybe I should date you? "She teased

"that's not what I meant. "

Noelle watched Jacob groan and shook her head at his uptight.

"I know, I'm just teasing. I wouldn't ever bring pain to your butthole, but I don't date."

Noelle was now serious. Her once light voice now holding a darker tone.

"whys that? " he questioned

Noelle licked her lips then ran her tongue over her teeth. Jacob watched intently as her forehead was soon scowled over and she inspected her lipstick with her phone. The moon resting on her perfectly to catch a nice bounce to see her reflection. She was a beauty in his eyes, something so wild and pure he wasn't sure how he could be away from her.

He watched her gulp suddenly and look down at the sand. Her boot was covered in mud but she didn't care and continued to press the toe deeper into the puddle.

"I was engaged a little over a year ago. "

Part of his heart broke but the way she licked her lips in nervousness made him understand it wasn't easy for her to talk. And that's when the selfishness went away. A first for the boy from LA Push .

"Oh, not anymore, right?" he asked. Eyes casting down to her left hand and noticing it was ring free

"No. Unfortunately not. " He scowled and Noelle couldn't help but chuckle. It wasn't everyday you got to talk about your past love life with your current wet dream. But this is how life was written for her.

"Unfortunately?" he asked. Disgusted with her revelation and she could only hope that after all this he would think she was sane and just brokenhearted. She only hoped he would remain fascinated towards her because she liked his attention. She confessed that now as he stared down at her. She felt wanted and most of all, important. An issue she had to fix and overcome, Dr. Stanley has expressed it and she knew it before any diagnosis ever came her way. But it's normal to want to feel wanted and cared for. Took her awhile to realize that, to remove the guilt for wanting attention. And even now, she felt the guilt for feeding into the little voice in her head to give it all to a guy she barely knew. A hot guy who was just a wet dream but somehow made the butterflies in her belly rise from the dead like they did long ago.

"Well yeah. I loved him. maybe I still do? But it's over and he's somewhere in New York. "

New York, where she had planned to go with a loft ready for his and her offices and his and her libraries. She only had designed the bedroom when the news broke. And she cried her eyes out in their Seattle condo. Overlooking T Mobile stadium where shed walk over for any game she wanted. Beer in one hand, a pretzel in the other, while he sat beside her reading whatever novel he had found at goodwill. She didn't mind, she just liked knowing he was there. Physically, he was. And later on she'd realizes he wasn't always really there.

"Opposite side of the country, huh?"

Jacob asked and Noelle let out a deep breath. The chest pressure was now of thoughts that lingered to Julian. Curly brown hair and green eyes she would do anything for. Anything but give up her dream and that's where it broke all that they had built. He was simple, and so was she. Both dreamers but hers held a bigger meaning. He was happy with a house with many rooms for hobbies. Have a kid when they were well older. Travel the world and explore the different cultures they read about. She was happy with all that until she realized that there was much more that she wanted then run a bike shop and rescue animals. She wanted to write and publish, order take out and have drinks with friends whenever she wanted. He wanted whiskey at home by a fire, she wanted mimosas for brunch and game nights. Things that sounded so similar but pulled them apart.

"I think it's for the best, honestly. The best thing for me is to move on. " though it hurt, she cold feel her heart beating with a rhythm that only coded itself as a reminder that she will live on with or without him. He knew, and she knew that they'd live with their decision. Though she was the one broken up with, she knew he wasn't happy with whoever he found comfort with. The novels he wrote, those articles he had published were all her. And she'd still catch the small signs that he would write in dedicating it to her. Signs that told her he was thinking of her too.

"How long were you?" Jacob knew he was breaking her from whatever memory she was thinking of. As her eyes glazed over with tears he wanted notihng more then to bring her into his arms. Comfort the lving shit out of her.

"You really want to know this, Jacob?"

She was skeptical, yeah? She wasn't so sure why a big beef cake like Jacob would want to know her girly troubles. But that was extremely sexist, and she knew better. So Noelle reprimanded herself and maybe thought that Jacob could be another Matt. A boy who loved her with no romantic feelings or pressure of any sex. But then, she saw how their bodies were close enough to cuddle up to. Perfect fits if you asked her, or when the wind blew just right, his scent would collide over her and shed inhale a little too deeply for the smell of motor oil and cut grass. She never craved o Matt's smell.

"I meant what I said. "

"I've known him since I was in kindergarten… "

"wow…" Jacob was in awe and Noelle now laughed

"yeah, I know, long time. But we didn't start dating until I was 14. "

"how old are you now?" he asked

"22."

"that's like 8 years…." He knew this was different. No way in hell he could ever erase 8 years, but he sure as hell can out due them.

"yeah… it is. "

There was silence between them.

"I'm 26. "

"really? "

Jacob was offended and disgusted when she questioned him. Noelle being Noelle laughed it off and swatted his arm lightly and apologized.

"you're just soooo… "

"big?"

"big is beautiful, you know? You just hold yourself as someone much older than 26. Maybe early thirties? "

Jacob got it. The stress of the pack and the mayhem that the Cullen's had caused had awaken many of the wolf genes in the younger boys of the tribe. And over the years many didn't want to just let the gene remain dormant. They embraced their blood and roamed the woods with timed patrols just in case. Every once in awhile a leech would pass through but it wasn't much. Just a lot of young kids getting roped into the lifestyle. And he wasn't about to let them be on their own.

"I'll take that. You're forgiven. "

"Well thanks you old fart. I appreciate a forgiving man. " she joked

"With that dimple, how could I stay mad? " he poked his giant finger into the deep dimple on her lower left cheek. Just by her mouth and boy did his own hear race when she batted her eyelashes and blushed up at him.

"Can this dimple get you to walk her owner over to her car for a blanket? " Noelle knew Matt was off now winning a game he had made up with Seth. 3 other boys joining, and she didn't want to interrupt him form actual boy time. So, her next best thing was Jacob who she didn't mind having around.

"I can arrange something, I'm sure. " his wink sent her swooning and before she knew it, he had stood up and had his hand out and reaching for hers. And though she hesitated, she ultimately went for it. Because under a full moon, she couldn't deny it's powers of pure chaos and beauty. The universe was pushing her to be crazy and impulsive and she couldn't deny her Aries Ascendant that power despite what the Virgo in her said. And right now, with his warm hand covering hers, she felt something she hadn't in awhile. Something she knew was right.

so, i had a bit of trouble with writers block and youll find many page breaks of areas i was going down to and i finally said fuck it and combined them all to put something out.

The basis of this story will be major fluff because i love that stuff. But also i will incorporate alot of themes i see in my favorite Twilight fanfiction. ex: Bella and the Cullens, JEalous Bella, BFFs with Leah who is totally missunderstood, Uncle Jay and Claire Bear, New Vamps in town messing everything up, Some fucked up storyline, the first sex scene , and a fucking puppy because i want a puppy.

any other themes you guys would like to see?

Reviewing really keeps writers going , it inspires me to write because i know yall care. so please, let me know how you guys are liking this fic and what things youd like to know about the characters and what are your thoughts on Noelle?

Gracias!