Marry Me, Damn It!
(Leah POV)
As we pulled up to my favourite little bar, Butterflies, I hesitated to take Jacob in.
"Leah, hurry up," Jacob said. I sighed.
"Sorry," I said and led him inside. What was the worse that could happen? We took a seat and ordered drinks.
"So, what were we saying?" he asked.
"Billy and Sue," I prompted.
"Yeah. How do you think they'll take it?" he sounded uneasy.
"I don't think they'll mind the marriage prospect. They want us to settle down," I said.
"It's the idea behind it that will send them running for the hills, cussing our names," Jacob smirked. The waitress served our drinks.
"Thank you," Jacob flashed a grin. She blushed and left.
"See, if we get married, you won't be able to do that," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"Neither will you," he replied. I shrugged.
"What about Bella?" I asked.
"Bella the vampire, leader of 'We Heart Vampires'?" Jacob snorted.
"Also a member of 'Humans are Food, not Friends', don't forget," I added. Jacob chuckled.
"Right. Married to the gay one," he laughed.
"So never getting a shot at Bella doesn't bother you?" I teased.
"After getting her smell, I don't think I'd be able to stand it," Jacob replied.
"Well, all right," I smiled.
"And just think of how much it will piss off Sam," he added brightly. I nodded.
"That will be fun," I laughed and then frowned, "Speaking of Sam, how will we keep this from the pack?"
"Just don't think about it," he replied. I smiled.
"Very casual thinking there," I teased.
"Just think about whom Embry's dad might be, and he'll make sure to keep away from your thoughts," Jacob smiled.
"What will you think about?" I asked.
"Food, probably," he shrugged modestly.
"Silly boy," I laughed.
"It's what he'll expect!" Jacob protested.
"True, you all think about food a lot. What's with that?" I sighed.
"We like food," said Jacob, mock-defensively.
"I noticed," I giggled.
(Some time later)
"Another round!" Jacob called to the waitress, for the umpteenth time. She brought us more drinks to replace our empty ones. As she left, I started crying.
"Who are we kidding, Jake?" I sobbed and hiccupped.
"What? What's going on?" Jacob looked up from his drink, confused.
"You shouldn't marry me. We aren't in love," I declared loudly, and hiccupped.
"We could be," Jacob argued, "See, look at this, 'I love you, babe'. See?"
"You don't mean it," I looked away from him and he turned me back.
"Why not?" he asked, looking confused.
"You aren't going to marry me!" I bawled opening, throwing myself into his shocked arms.
"Sure I am," he disagreed.
"Not for a hundred years!" I replied, hiccupping.
"I thought you liked that idea," his voice slurred at the end of the sentence.
"What's wrong with me? Why won't you take me?" I screamed. People were beginning to stare.
"I will too," he growled.
"Not for ages and ages. I must be ugly!" I gasped, and hiccupped.
"Let's get married tonight then," Jacob said firmly.
"Good! So I am pretty?" I asked.
"Would I marry some ugly chick?" Jacob reasoned.
"All right, then, Jake. Tonight," I said, struggling to focus my eyes on his face.
"Let's go to Vegas!" Jacob cheered. I laughed.
"Viva Las Vegas!" I started singing, before giggling.
"Yeah! C'mon Lee, let's get outta here!" he paid the bill and we left.