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Chapter Two. Foolish

:Addison:

"That was weird."

"It wasn't that bad," Carver looked at me sheepishly.

"That was weird and uncomfortable."

"Okay, maybe a little," Layne conceded.

"That was the most confusing dinner of my life!"

"Addison, you're overreacting," Layne reproached.

At first I was about to remind her that it was practically my job to overreact, but I let it pass, "What? Never have I seen a group of people fall into an awkward silence unanimously for no reason!"

"I'm sure they had a good reason," I could tell that Carver was already getting bored with the topic.

I persisted. "It's not as if it was something I said; I wasn't even talking!"

Layne nodded her head in agreement, realizing that the rant was not going to cease.

"And out of nowhere that boy – man – man-boy just stalked off as if I had done something utterly insulting." My cheeks flushed at the memory of him turning his back and walking away and into the woods without a word. I was not embarrassed; my confusion which was quickly turning into frustration trumped any embarrassment I could have felt. After all, I hadn't even done anything.

And to top it off, everyone went back to dinner as if nothing had happened.

"Is he going to be okay?" I had asked Leah.

She returned my question by rolling her eyes and scoffing. Quil and Embry quickly changed the subject to school and for the rest of the night they talked my ear off and left me no room to ask any more questions.

Layne, Carver, and I walked in silence the rest of the way home. I felt slightly miserable at the failed night, and the wind seemed to howl in sympathy.

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"I'm going to get you drunk tonight."

"Excuse me?" I shut the book that I had been reading and looked up at Layne in confusion. It had been a week since Sam's party and I had taken to being a hermit and reading every book within my reach (I wasn't about to show my face to "the people of La Push" in case they planned on running away from me for no apparent reason). At the moment, I was reading Carver's book on the bountiful fish of Washington, so it wasn't that hard to put down.

"It's Margot's last night in Seattle until she leaves for her business trip. She won't be back until the morning of the wedding."

According to Layne, this was a coherent explanation. "So?"

"So, we're having my bachelorette party tonight instead."

"And why does this concern me getting drunk?"

Layne put on her famous mock-serious face and sat down on the edge of my bed. "Addison, you'll be going to college soon. You'll probably go to a lot of parties and make an ass out of yourself. I want your first time as a drunken clown to be with me."

I burst out laughing, "I'm touched, really, but I'll just be the designated driver tonight."

"Actually, Janine's pregnant, so she'll be the designated driver tonight. You will be drunk."

Shocked, I realized she was being serious, "I'm getting drunk tonight with a bunch of thirty-year-olds? Don't I make an ass out of myself enough already?"

Layne chucked a pillow at me, "First of all, I'm still cool," I held back a smirk, "And second of all, you do. But being a drunkard is a whole new level of being an ass, and you're kind of already on your way of filling up the quota of idiocy."

I leaned back onto my pillow, sighing in defeat. She got up to leave but turned back around when she reached my door, "Addison?"

"Yea?"

"I am going to get you so drunk tonight, you'll be hung over for a week." I could hear her laughing all the way down the stairs.

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:Jacob:

"Ow," I rubbed my head and looked around to see what had interrupted my sleep. Long black stilettos innocently stared at me from the sand.

"Where did my shoes go?" I turned around to watch the source of the noise and saw a small crouched figure in tight, skinny jeans and a black halter top frantically digging around in the sand.

Instantly my pulse quickened and my throat dried out. "Addison?" Having never said it aloud before, her name tasted exquisite on my lips.

Her head whipped to where I was propped up against a log, "My shoes!" She dove for the heels laying next to me and promptly tripped over the log which lay between her and the shoes.

Now it was her turn, "Ow," she moaned with her face in the sand.

The smell of alcohol wrapped her like a bitter coating. Holding back the laughter which was bubbling in my stomach, I grabbed her by the arms and raised her to a sitting position. She gazed at me, wild-eyed. She wavered and threatened to topple over so I wrapped my arm around her, pleased to have a reason to be closer.

"What are you doing out so late?"

Not bothering to answer my question, she looked up at me with an accusatory glare, "It's you!"

Failing to see her point, I countered, "And it's you. Glad we got that established."

"Get off!" She smacked away my arm and made an attempt to stand up, only to fall back onto her knees. She resigned to sitting slightly further away from me.

Suddenly we fell into a stare-down, her glaring, and me staring back in amusement. I decided to break the silence, "Why in the world did you decide to go off and get drunk?"

She began to laugh wildly as if I had just told a joke. This time she answered the first question instead, "I felt like taking a walk!" Leaning into the small space between us, she lowered her voice into a whisper, as if she were telling a secret, "It comes in such pretty colors!"

"Alcohol?"

"Yea! And I kept getting so many free drinks!" She burst out into a fit of giggles.

"Well, that usually happens when you're getting hit on at a bar by old, perverted men with toupees and shady agendas," I replied, trying to keep some of the jealousy burning up inside me at bay.

The giggling stopped abruptly, "Agenda?" she asked, a look of horror creeping into her features.

"No, I'm sure they were just being nice."

Still, she looked sizably relieved, not picking up on my sarcasm.

"How about I walk you home?" I asked, standing up and offering her my hand.

She crossed her arms and legs stubbornly. "And what if you're an old man with a … shady toupee and an adenga?" she slurred.

"Agenda," I corrected.

"Aha! So you admit it!"

"Do I look old?"

Addison looked me up and down unabashedly. Even in her inebriated state I was stunned by the intensity of her green eyes flecked with light brown. Grudgingly, she said, "No."

"Do I look like I'm wearing a toupee?"

I leaned down to where she sat, my face inches from hers and offered my head. She grabbed my hair roughly and pulled, now fully participating in the game. "No," she sighed.

"So can I walk you home?"

Abruptly she stood up, "I can walk myself." Stumbling, she stepped over the log and began walking towards the docks.

I gave her a few seconds, "Your house is the other way!"

Without a word she turned around and began to stomp through the sand, passing me with determination.

I looked down to where she had left her heels, stifling a chuckle. I caught up with the few yards she had covered in a matter of seconds, "You forgot these."

Swiftly, she grabbed her heels and began to pummel me with them, "Why are you here?"

I gave up on holding back my laughter, "I live here!"

"Why – don't – you – just – run – away?" She screamed, hitting me with the delivery of each word.

I tore away the heels from her hand and with one arm, hoisted her over my shoulder, "You need to get to bed."

"Oh woah, put me down!"

"No, you're too annoying."

"Everything is upside-down!"

"Actually everything is right-side-up, you're the one who's upside-down." Silence followed as Addison worked the logistics over.

Moments passed as I jogged to her house. I heard a small whimper of defeat, "I don't even know your name."

"Jacob Black. Now do you have the keys to your house?" I put her down, right-side-up, and steadied her with one arm as I checked the flower pot on the porch for a key with the other.

"Pocket," she mumbled, pulling out the silver key from her pocket. She jabbed it into the door, missing the doorknob entirely. I had to applaud her persistence.

Gently taking the key from her hand, I unlocked the door and held it open for her. She didn't move; she had instead taken to openly staring at me. I gestured towards the door, but she didn't budge.

"You and your little friends could start a boy band, you know?"

"I don't think we're little exactly."

"You all look the same. It could be like the Backstreet Boys, but much, much worse."

I rolled my eyes and wrapped my arm around her waste, ushering her inside.

"Do you sing?"

"Badly."

"Doesn't matter, technology can fix that," she said with a flat voice, having a particularly difficult time pronouncing 'technology'. "Do you dance?"

"Absolutely not."

"That might be a problem. We'll need to get you started on some lessons," she continued in a business-like tone. "You're good looking enough that it doesn't matter."

I froze, our faces less than two inches apart. Her warm breath glided over my skin like a whispered secret.

I almost kissed her.

"Actually, you're not good looking," she said, resuming her climb up the stairs as if we hadn't stopped. "You're great looking. You're fantastic looking. So fantastic, that you have to run away from ugly people such as myself for no apparent reason."

"Addison, I wasn't running away from you – I mean – well, actually I was, but not because of you being ugly. You're being ridiculous if you think you're ugly. I mean, you're… That's beside the point. I just needed a moment to collect my thoughts and I was just so surprised that… Addison?" She stood at the landing of the stairs, staring at the wall in deep concentration.

"Hhm," she sighed. I realized with embarrassment that she hadn't even been listening to a word of my broken speech. "My room."

"You don't remember where your room is?"

She looked at me in surprise, as if I had only just appeared. The surprise turned into a glare, "Of course I know where my room is." She turned to the right and opened the door to a closet.

"Nice room."

She narrowed her eyes at me in challenge and stepped into the closet, stubbornly crossing her arms. I stepped in right after her, "It's cozy."

At her height, Addison was left glaring into my chest; I shook with silent laughter. It became a battle of wills; who would leave the closet first? "I think the vacuum cleaner is a nice touch."

"Shut up," she growled. I had the urge to inform her of her unbearable cuteness but something told me that she would probably pull out her heels again. After a short moment she looked up at me with wide, panicked eyes, "I have to pee!"

"Okay, where's the bathroom?"

"It's connected to my room," she whined in defeat, clutching her face in her hands.

I pulled her out of the closet and opened the door across the hall. Two dark figures lay on the bed and I lightly shut Carver's door. "We're never going to find it!" she moaned.

"Addison, there's only one door left up here."

"I hope it's my room!"

"Brace yourself in case it isn't," I countered sarcastically. Addison's worried expression instantly made me break into a grin. "Here we are!" We triumphantly entered her bedroom, as if a quest had just been completed.

She ran to the door on the adjacent wall and closed it behind her. I considered leaving and realized that it would probably be better to make sure she was asleep and not upchucking all over the walls first.

I sat down on the bed, taking a deep breath. The scent reminded me of the secret smell locked between the pages of a good book. The smell of trees after a rainstorm. Of a house warmed with home cooking. It was her smell.

"That's better," Addison grinned in satisfaction, re-entering her room and cutting my fantasizing short.

"Your shorts are inside out." She had attempted to change into her pajamas.

"You're inside out," she retorted, pulling off the covers of her bed and jumping in.

"Brilliant. A natural born Einstein."

"So, will you stay or will you go?" Addison patted her bed in a nonchalant invitation, smiling dazedly.

I felt my face heat up, warmer than usual; I was blushing. "I'm going." But my feet remained rooted to their spot, adamantly still. I watched her as she crawled deep under the covers and groggily lay her head on the pillow, staring up at me sleepily.

"What? I don't even get a goodnight kiss?"

I leaned forward slowly, barely breathing, and grabbed her hand from where her fingers curled around the edge of her pillow. "Good night Addison Lansing," her hand was soft under my lips; I took my time to kiss each and every mountain and valley made by her knuckles, the vast plane of the back of her hand, her long fingers.

"Good night Jacob Black," she mumbled, her eyes already closed. Her hand fell limp in mine.

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I had a scene where Layne and Addison were gallivanting around the beach at night, drunk, but I decided to cut it out. It was mildly funny, so if you want to read it, I'll post it with the next chapter, let me know.

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