Dang I Need a Car, DAMN He Needs a SHIRT!

"HEY, JACOB, GUESS WHAT?!?!" I pounded on his door at six the next morning.

"What…" He grumbled looking all sleep-deprived when he walked out.

"I killed someone last night!" I sang.

"Oh. My. God. WHO?!" He actually looked upset.

"Seth." I smiled and skipped down the hall to pour my coffee.

"Ha, right. You couldn't if you were being threatened with your own death. Can't break an imprint remember?"

"Yup."

"Ew, you like that stuff?" He wrinkled his nose.

"Yup."

"Why?"

"Because I've been drinking coffee since I was seven and I've been downing beers since I was two, its instinct." I shrugged.

"You like beer?" He sounded quite astounded.

"Nope."

"Then…"

"Well, it's the truth."

Billy was still quite asleep. The TV was still quite on. The fridge was still clearly not going to magically make food appear.

"I'm going shopping." I announced. "I need your keys and your money."

"Um, no and no."

"Figures." I sighed, "Well, guess I'll walk there."

"Like that?" He looked over my…well it wasn't exactly clothes but whatever.

"No you idiot, I'll change."

He followed me as I walked back down the hall. I slammed the door and changed fast, then emerged.

"You know how far the store is?"

"A good six miles, I can jog it in five minutes."

"Yeah, and look like a freak."

"I am a freak."

He rolled his eyes.

"Well, will you drive me?"

"No."

"WHY NOT?!" I asked.

"Cause we don't have time for breakfast, we're going to the Clearwater's."

"WE WERE THERE YESTERDAY!" I choked.

"Yes, and look what happened. We need to sort this out before Aiden finds his way here." Jacob raised an eyebrow as if to beg me for objections.

"I would like to use my last phone call at this point in time." I grumbled.

"Sorry, you don't have one. Come on." He laughed and dragged me (and I do mean literally) out the door.

"Hey, Jacob? I was trying to think of ways to ruin Liz's wedding."

"She's engaged?"

"Well…no…but she will be." I sighed.

"You're still mad at her, Shea?" He sounded surprised.

Hell yeah, I don't "forgive 'n' forget."

"Just wondering."

"When the guy asks for objections,"

"The guy being the priest." I nodded.

"Right, when the priest asks for objections you scream `HELL YEAH!` and remind everyone how he ran out on you. Then I'd run before he phas—er—shifts."

"Hmph, too obvious…"

He smiled and we walked up to the BACK door this time.

I broke into laughter.

"What?"

"I just imagined you falling off a cliff!"

"Get inside." He growled.

HOLY CRAP! I turned around and ducked under Jacob's arm. WHY ARE ALL SHAPESHIFTER GUYS SHIRTLESS?!