A/N:

Me- I own nothing!

Jake- Ha-ha!

Me- You know I can make you a cross-dresser in this…

Jake- I'll be quiet

Me- Good!...TO THE STORY!

The quack left, still with the worried took on his face. Mom sent us back to Jacob's room to sleep. That's wasn't the worst idea ever. This time we shared, what little space there was, on the bed. I was the first to fall asleep, because the last thing I remember was Jacob staring out the window.

"Got to go Sweetie! Love you!" Mom shouted out the door. Where was she going to? I finished my breakfast and cleaned the dishes. I watched the baseball game with Billy till it was my turn for the shower. Billy's been really quiet the whole time we've been here. Then again, I didn't remember him saying much when I was a kid either.

"Shower's yours," Jacob said as he rubbed his hair with a towel.

Today was my day for the laundry, so I only had my really girly clothes that my Mother insisted I bring, left. And to make matters worse, it was a skirt, not jeans or shorts, a skirt. When I came out of the laundry room Jacob looked over at me and burst out with laughter. I also saw Billy trying to hold back his laughter.

"Your wearing girl clothes?!" Jacob finally managed to say between laughter. I slapped him on the back of his head, hard.

"You know I am a girl right?" I said harshly.

"Wait!" Jacob said looking confused, "you're a girl?" He must have seen the look on my face because he jumped over the couch and ran for the door. I began to run after him, but as soon as he opened the door he, and someone else, went tumbling to the ground. Without looking at Jacob's victim, I kicked Jacob in the gut telling him that if I wasn't a girl then why wasn't I a jerk like him?

Hysterical laughter began from behind us. "Do you think saying 'I'm not a girl' is funny?!" I turned to see the run over victim. It was Seth and he wasn't laughing anymore. Unconsciously I began fixing my hair and clothes. "Seth, I'm sorry, this jerk over here," I turned and looked at Jacob "ran you over."

"You're the one," he paused struggling for words, "who chased me out the door."

"And you're the one who made the snide comments!" I yelled at him.

"I think you look really pretty Jay, I wouldn't let what Jacob said bother you," all I could do was blink rapidly. Did I just get a compliment on how I looked? From Seth?

"Oh um, thank you," I finally managed to say. "Well, I guess you're here to see Jacob and all, so he's all yours," I turned for the door, but stopped when he grabbed my arm.

"Actually, I was here to see you. I wanted to know if you wanted to go to Port Angeles with me," he paused for a moment before saying, "and my sister?" Seth was about 15, so he probably couldn't drive, and I was also 15, so I couldn't drive either, that explained his sister.

Leah, Seth's sister, had him sit in the front of the car, which left me alone in the back. But that didn't stop us from talking. Leah was very silent and showed no emotion on her face, until Seth asked me what my favorite animal was. It took me awhile to think, but I finally came up with an answer, a wolf. Seth began chuckling, but Leah looked like she could kill me. I eyed her, and decided, if I needed to, I could take her.

We first went into an old bookshop, and Leah lost interest in it after about five minutes. She told us she'd meet us back here at eight. I began to blush a little because that meant Seth and I would be eating dinner together. I pushed that thought away and began reading the back of "The Host" by Stephenie Meyer. I bought the book, and went to the next store.

The next store was a jewelers, but Seth insisted we still go in. we were looking at the necklaces when I saw this beautiful silver wolf inside a heart. Then I excused myself to the bathroom, a little embarrassed. The day went by fast, before we knew it, it was 6:45. We headed to the restaurant near by, and the butterflies in my stomach returned. We never ran out of things to talk about, and when dinner came, we never looked away from each other's eyes.

When we left the restaurant, it was chilly outside, and I forgot my coat. Like he was reading my mind Seth draped his coat over my shoulder. Before we headed to the book store though, he told me to check the pockets. Baffled I checked the left pocket, nothing, and then the right. In the right pocket was a small light green box. Seth took it from my hand and opened it for me.

"Oh Seth," I began to tear. Inside that box was the wolf necklace we saw. "It's beautiful, but you didn't have to get it for me."

"I wanted to, and I want to ask you something in return," speechless, I just nodded by head. "Will you be my girlfriend?" My head began to spin.

"Of course Seth!" I ran into his arms and began to cry. After I wiped my tears away, I turned around and Seth put the necklace on me. We held hands as we walked back to the bookstore.

"So how was your date with Seth?" Jacob said flinching, expecting me to hit him. "What? You're not going to hit me?"

"Why would I?"

"Because I said you went on a date with Seth," he said very confused.

"Mhmm," I said as I walked into Jacob's room, and closed the door.

The next morning was a nightmare. Jacob ended up telling mom that I had a boyfriend. As soon as I left Jacob's room, she started bombarding me with questions. She didn't give me any time to think or answer, she just kept going to the next unanswered question. After about ten minutes she finally slowed down.

"Alright, who is he?" she said out of breath.

"Who is what?" I asked, getting her worked up again.

"Your boyfriend!" she practically shouted to the world.

"Mom!" I said, then took a deep breath, "Seth Clearwater."

She started rambling about rules of dating. I ignored her as I ate my toast. But when she mentioned that we should have him over for dinner, I practically choked on it. I started flipping out. There was no way I would invite Seth over to see my Mother. Then it hit me, there was no crazed laughter. Where was Jacob? Usually he'd be making snide comments right about now. Mom saw the look on my face and explained that he went out with his friends.

I got tired of listening to my Mom try and pry information out of me, so I made a trip over to the beach. After about ten minutes of running, and twenty of swimming, I deiced to walk around. There were tourists everywhere, but then again, I was one too. I deiced to ditch the roads and head off into the woods. It was very quite, but there were lots of small animals, and about ten or so huge one's.

They were huge, bear huge, but they were wolves. Their backs were turned to me so I tried to back up quietly. But there was a loud crack. I stepped on a stick. All of their heads turned toward me, and the blonde one began to come toward me. I ran, ran so fast that even the wolves couldn't catch up to me. I didn't stop running till I reached Billy's house. He was busy watching the Mariners game when I slammed the door shut. He was startled and began to come near me.

"Jayme, calm down, tell me what happened."

"It. . .and . . .huge. . . woods. . .ran," I paused and looked toward the kitchen. "Phone!" I began to run toward the phone, but Billy grabbed my arm.

"Slow down, who are you calling?" Billy asked with concern.

"Police. . .huge wolves. . .in the woods," I was still to shaken to make a fluent sentence. Billy looked confused.

"Don't worry. Why don't you lie down, I'll call the police for you," I nodded as Billy led me to Jacob's room. I ended up falling asleep.

I was in the woods, everything was dark. It was like I was enclosed in a box, and couldn't get out. Then a russet wolf appeared out of no where. I moved to the right, and so did it, I moved backward, and it moved forward. I was terrified I began to cry. Through my tears, I saw that the wolf was also crying. I went to go touch the wolf but all I felt was cold glass. . .like a. . .Before I could figure out what the glass was, and what it was doing there, everything began to shake, then completely black.

"Jay! Jay! Jay!" I awoke with a gasp. "Jay, are you okay? You were screaming," Jacob said with concern.

"What time is it?" I looked over at the clock, six. "It was nothing, but a bad dream, just a bad dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?" I shook my head.

"What do I look like? A four year old?" I said pushing Jacob's shoulder. I really didn't want to talk about it. It was just too real for me, and scary. We both went to the kitchen for dinner.