When I woke up the next morning I was laying in the floor of Jacob's garage.

I'd went to sleep in a cot in Jacob's garage.

A loud snore caught my attention and I looked over to see Molly sleeping happily in that very same cot.

Damn dog.

The first thing I did that morning was call the towing company that currently had my truck and arranged to have them ship it to Jacob's address.

After shaking Molly awake and taking her for a brief walk to the woods so she could use the restroom and I could smoke a quick cigarette, I stumbled my way to Jacob's front door and knocked.

An older man in a wheelchair answered the door and I made the assumption that it was Billy, Jacob's dad.

"Good mornin'. You must be Billy."

"And you must be Katherine. Jacob told me you would be staying last night," he backed out of the door way, "Come on in, breakfast will be ready soon."

Food? I liked this man already. I felt a bit like a mooch though, so I made a mental note to go grocery shopping after the funeral.

"Thanks so much! I was actually wondering if you would mind me grabbin' a shower?"

"Go right ahead. It's down the hall last door on your left."

I smiled at him to convey my thanks and headed toward the designated area.

Unfortunately, (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) when I opened the door the shower was already occupied.

Jacob was singing away and hadn't noticed me, so I leaned against the doorway with a sly grin on my face to enjoy the show.

As the shower curtain was closed, all I could make out was his outline, but that was still enough to witness his dancing spin.

I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing.

Jacob's head popped violently out from behind the shower curtain. His eyes were wide and his hair was full of shampoo.

"How long have you been there?!"

By this time I was laughing so hard I was snorting, but I did manage to grit out a response.

"Long," I paused to let out a determined snort, "enough."

His eyes narrowed as he disappeared behind the shower curtain only to reappear and throw a bottle of shampoo at me.

"Get out!"

"Oh, but I want to see the end of the show!" I mock pouted for a moment, but when he made to get out of the shower, presumably to make me leave, I shot out the door, laughing all the way.

I went back to the kitchen where Billy was having his breakfast.

"Your son's funny," I commented with a grin.

Billy lifted an eyebrow in response.

"What did he do now?"

"Oh, didn't he tell you? Apparently your bathroom doubles as his personal concert hall."

"At least I'm not a peeping tom," Jacob approached from behind me, still dripping wet and in only a pair of jeans.

"I was not peepin'. I was simply enjoying a highly amusin' show."

He just rolled his eyes and sat down to breakfast with his father.

"Well, I believe I'll go borrow your shower for a moment, gentlemen." Jacob had an evil look in his eyes, so I added, "And I'll lock the door."


The funeral was a sad event. Harry had left behind a wife, a daughter, and a son. Their grim faces were the hardest part of the funeral.

There were many people there; more than I had expected, including the police chief that had helped me the night I had wrecked and, of course, Billy.

Jacob was absent.

After the funeral, when Billy and I had both arrived back at his house, I offered to treat him and Jacob to dinner.

I simply wasn't up to cooking and grocery shopping now; I would take care of it tomorrow.

Billy took me up on my offer and told me Jacob was probably at Bella's.

He gave me the number and went to change.

While I dialed I decided to invite Bella along as well. It would be interesting to meet the girl Jacob was so obsessed with.

"What?!" Jacobs voice snapped at me through the phone.

"Am I interrupting something?" I asked, slightly amused by the female voice scolding him in the background.

"What do you want Kat?" He sound so defeated, I became concerned.

Wonder what was going on?

"Your father and I were going out on a dinner date and we wanted you to chaperon," I joked, hoping to lighten his mood.

"No thanks, I'm not really in the mood right now."

"Why not?" Nothing could be more serious than food.

NOTHING.

"I'm just not, okay?" He was beginning to get snippy with me, and that was something you just didn't do.

"Don't you get snippy with me. It's not my fault if you and your little girlfriend got into a spat! Suck it up, be a man, and get your ass home to spend some time with your father over dinner, you jackass!"

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I'm the bitch that's going to track you down and drag you back if you don't get your ass home!"

I slammed the phone down, more than a little pissed. I wasn't sure why this was bothering me so much. Usually when someone I knew was acting stupid about a girl I would find amusement in it if I noticed at all.

Jacob's fascination with this unknown Bella just rubbed me the wrong way.

I kicked of my shoes and went to the garage that served as my room. Molly was thrilled to see me, tail thumping. I patted her head and apologized for ignoring her so much today.

I changed quickly, not paying much attention to what I was putting on.

Jacob obviously wasn't coming, so I was going to take his car, which he so thoughtfully left behind.

I grabbed Molly's leash and lead her to the house, where I poked my head in the door and told Billy I was going to take her for a walk before we left.

Molly and I walked aways down the beach and back, the whole walk taking only twenty minutes.

When we got back I was surprised to see Jacob's motorcycle out front.

I put Molly back in the garage, where she immediately collapsed on the cot, and went inside.

Billy was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee.

"I don't think Jacob is going to make it to dinner," he commented.

"What happened between him and his girl anyway?"

Billy paused for a moment, looking thoughtful.

"That's a long story; one I think should be up to him to tell."

"I guess so. I'm going to go try invitin' him again, and if he still won't come I'm stealin' his keys."

I found Jacob in his bed room laying across his bed, face down and not moving.

"Go away," his voice was muffled by his pillow but I could make out the words.

"I don't think I will," I hopped on his bed beside him, bouncing him up and down as I jumped.

"Ten Jakies jumping on a bed. One fell off and bumped his-" At this point he reached out, grabbed my ankle and pulled me down.

"Quiet, you annoying little fly you."

He was calling me names, that was probably a good sign.

I crawled over to his head and laid down.

"What happened?"

"Long story short, the loser that broke her heart? She's going to fly over the ocean and risk her life to save his."

"Ah. Well, that sucks."

"Yeah, it does."

"Not like you can do anything about it now, though. Might as well come out to eat, and put it on the back burner till she gets back."

He looked up and with a frown.

"Are you insane? The one woman I'll ever love went off to that, that parasite!"

"Well, you're what 16, 17? I'm sure they'll plenty of other girls that you'll fall in love with. Trust me, I've seen it happen. And besides, just cause she went to save him doesn't mean you can't change her mind when she gets back, right?"

He blinked a few times before responding.

"Yeah, you're right. Might as well plan while she's away."

"Exactly, and everyone knows the best plans were made on a full stomach."

After dinner that night, which consisted of Jacob silently scheming, Billy quiet with grief, and me talking to myself and drinking so much that Jacob had no choice but to drive home, I lay awake staring at the ceiling, wondering why I really wanted Jacob to fail in his plans.

Was I getting bitter? Was my relationship less life finally turned me into one of those old hags that hates young couples?

True, I'd never so much as went on a date, but that was by my own choice. Why fall in love when you would have to constantly lie to that person? Not to mention, what if while we were together they had the urge to run their fingers through my hair? How would I explain the cat eyes they would feel even if they couldn't see them? Not to mention I would live for lord knows how long while they aged and died.

No, it wasn't worth the trouble.

Maybe that's why I hated Jacob's relationship. I hated him get so upset about something that I deemed unimportant.

No, that wasn't it. It annoyed me before then, if I was honest with myself, which I was drunk enough to be.

Why was this even bothering me? Why was I so worried as to the reason Jacob's Bella bothered me? I'm not a soul searcher. I don't sit around and ponder my feelings.

What was happening to me?


A/N: Hi there! It's been a bit longer than usual, I know, but work is picking up and I have less and less time to write. But never fear, no matter how sluggish my updating gets during the peak shopping season, I shall continue to write and post as often as I can. I may even take up writing a bit at home to pick up the pace, but that's only if it takes me more than a week to update either of my stories. I felt like this was a good ending for the chapter, and I'm eager to start on the next chappie of Werewolves, Baby!

I hope you enjoyed it!