(A/N:) mwahahaha!! Another chapter.

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Overall, Jacob was having a pretty good day. He had finally decided to come out of his room, mainly because the carpet was making him nauseous. Either that or the heavy layer of Cheeto dust everywhere.

"S'up diggity dog?" Seth said excitedly when he saw Jacob. "Me an da homies been missin ya."

Jacob gave him a big smile, and everybody (except for Leah) dropped dead from shock, because he hadn't smiled in three years. Either that or it was his breath.

"You think that's cool?" Leah snorted derisively, 'cause that's what she did best.

"Watch this," she said, and pulled off her shirt.

"Woah," everyone said, because they had somehow magically risen from the dead.

"What are those?" Little Colin squeaked. Brady nodded numbly in agreement. Leah rolled her eyes and put her shirt back on, which was much appreciated by the pack.

"I'm blind," Embry moaned, and ran into a tree.

"You're dead," Quil said in a friendly tone, inspecting his friend's skull, which had burst open, even though this is impossible.

"Hey," Jacob said. "I thought that was impossible."

"Not at the speed he was going," Sam said wisely, and turned to Leah. "This is all your fault!" he accused regally, because he is obviously some sort of werewolfy king.

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Is not."

"Is too."

"Not."

"Is."

"Not."

"Is."

"N..."

"-shut up!" exclaimed Jacob in a somewhat annoyed tone. He was only somewhat annoyed, because he secretly enjoyed watching them fight.

"-anyway," Sam continued. "It's all your fault, because you took off your shirt, thus blinding him."

"Whatever," Leah muttered, inspecting her nails. "I never liked him anyway."

Jacob did some sort of choking gasping thingy.

"How could you?" he asked sadly, and went to go weep over his fallen friend's corpse.

"You're all a bunch of ninnies," Leah spat, and stalked off, because that's what girls do.

Embry suddenly raised his head up. "Whuzzgoin on?" he muttered. "Jacob, why are you crying?"

Jacob wailed even louder. "You're leaking brain fluid all over my best shirt!" he sobbed, and curled up in a fetal position on the ground.

"Bad luck, homie G," Seth said.

"Fo shnizzle," Paul said, 'cause he's tough.

Everyone looked at Jared. 
"What?" he said self-consciously. "I was never into rap."

Jacob wailed even louder.

"Ohhhh, wwhhhyy did yoouuuu leeeaaaavvvee meeeeeeeeeee," he sang off tune. "Wwwwhhhhyyyy ddiidd yyyooouuu leeeeeaaaavvee meeeee allllll alooooooooonnneeee."

"What's with him?" Sam asked the pack.

"I dunno," Jared said confusedly, because he likes to act British.

"Homie G over der is inna bad mood today," Seth said prophetically. "Wut we gon do 'bout it?"

"I know!" said Quil excitedly. "Let's go get some ice cream!"

Everyone agreed that this was a wonderful idea, and they all set off.

-Ten minutes later-

"What do you mean, fifty-four dollars and sixty-nine cents? That's ridiculous!" Sam argued. The ice cream lady just shrugged and popped her gum. Grumbling, Sam handed over the money. He whirled around to face the guys.

"You better enjoy this ice cream, for what I'm paying for it. Emily's going to kill me," he moaned. "I spent all her grocery money."

They all nodded in agreement.

"Yum," Jacob said. "Cheeto flavored ice cream."

"All da boyz inna hood say what!!" Seth broke in happily.