Submit Date:
June 21st, 2008

I know this one's really lame.
I didn't really plan out what I was going to write, but I just wrote what came to my head. There's a little bit of the romancey stuff towards the end, but not much.
Oh- and later, you'll find out why Jacob immediately took a liking to her. ;

Jacob Black (c) S. Meyer; Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn
Katelyin Deakon (c) K. Navarro

PART TWO--

The day took forever to get over with. I greatly anticipated the one to come. I wanted to see Jacob, and be his friend, and be close to him. Ha! What a silly girl I was, already wanting to be close with Jacob Black. The morning wouldn't come fast enough, and I felt like sleep wouldn't come at all. I glanced over at the glowing green numbers on my clock. It was almost 3 am. I groaned. I wasn't even tired. Sitting up, I flicked on the light and closed my door, heading over to where my computer was. Since I had time, I might as well hook it up.

Once that was done, I sat in the chair and it creaked. Computer chairs always creaked, and that annoyed me. I turned on the screen, and the tower, and the computer hummed quietly, the fan inside making a whirr of noise. The screen came on, blue at first, then black, then my background came on and the desktop items came up. I figured I'd just surf, maybe listen to music or read. After looking at video game reviews, reading a few webcomics, and doodling on my graphics tablet, I was totally bored. And it was only 4 am. I sighed, pulling my knees close to my chest and lay my forehead on them, my shoulders relaxing and my hands sitting on top of my head. I opened my eyes, hearing a tap. On glass? Just a bird. I closed my eyes again, but gasped and whipped my head around, hearing my window open. My wide blue eyes scanned my room, and fell on the window that Jacob Black had opened. My jaw dropped open. He sat outside on the small patch of roof that was below my window.

"You really shouldn't leave your windows unlocked at night. A theif might break in." He sneered mischeviously, stepping through the window, his bare feet touching my white carpet. My eyebrows knit together. Should I be angry at him for inviting himself into my room at four in the morning? Yes, I should, but I was more shocked than anything. I stood up, putting my hands on my hips.

"Well, how dare you come barging into my room like this!" I whispered as loud as I could, looking as angry as possible. "I don't even know you well enough for you to be doing this. Get out of my house, now." I pointed my finger at the window and Jacob only smiled bigger, but it quickly turned into a fake pout. I couldn't say no to his beautiful face. Sitting for a minute in pretend anger, I sighed and slid back under the covers of my bed, having waltzed over to it. "Go away, Jacob Black."

"You know," He sneered, not at all bothering to whisper. "You don't have to say my first and last name. It makes it sound like you're angry at me." I could feel the end of my bed shift under his weight and I sat up, sure to wrap the blankets around my exposed shoulders and my head, covering all but my face. He smiled cheesily at me, chuckling. "You look like a caterpillar." My face flushed and I frowned, my bottom lip poking out just the slightest bit.

"Thank you," I groaned, pulling the comforter off of my head. I still kept it wrapped tightly around my body, all but my head and neck. But I could still feel Jacob's eyes on me, and the warmth of his smile. I sat for a minute, starting to fume as I overlooked the situation: four am, and I have a boy in my room- who happens to be shirtless and shoeless. My eyes trailed to his bare chest. Of course he was muscular. Wearing a shirt did him no justice. If it was my choice, I'd make him walk around shirtless everywhere. His skin was perfect. No scars, no flaws, not a freckle or a bump. It was a perfect russet color.

"Staring's rude, you know." I snapped back to reality when Jacob caught me in my drooling stare. I was embarassed, of course, for acting like a fool.

"So is climbing into my room at four in the morning," I retorted quickly, trying as best as I could to hide my blush. "But you don't seem to care, now do you? Now, Jacob, you have to leave." The last part sounded nicer than I intended for it to, and his smile vanished. His eyes swept from my face, to my nightstand, on it being a little orange bottle of my medication. He leaned forward, putting a hand on the other side of me, bringing his body much too close, and his chest was right in my face. He scooped up the pill bottle, making a rattling noise, and crossed his legs at the end of my bed, reading the label.

"You're bipolar?" He asked, as if disgusted, and wrinkled his nose. My brows furrowed and I leaned forward to grab the bottle, my hands trying to pry his fingers from it, but he was too strong for my tinyness. He smiled at my attempts and grunts to pull his hands free, and at the fact that I was more embarassed than I'd been since I met him. Just yesterday, actually. I could practically hear his devilish grin as he dropped the bottle silently to the bed and grabbed my hands before I could grab the bottle. My hands were so tiny in his, and his hands were so hot! It felt like he had a fever. I looked down, praying that my eyelashes were hiding my eyes just enough so that he couldn't see them. I wished I could just vanish alltogether. His hands squeezed mine, and I could feel my bones rub together.

"You're hurting me, Jacob," I mumbled, attempting to further myself from him. I couldn't speak anything louder than a tone above a whisper. I felt like I would cry. I was embarassed that he was here, and I was ugly, and now he knows I'm a freak on medication so I won't lose my temper or throw fits. I could feel his grip loosen, and my hands just sat in his. I looked at the sight, his dark hands cupping my pale ones, and I pulled myself away, scooting back to the head of my bed.

"Hey, now," Jacob murmured, craning his body forward to get closer. I held up a finger, signaling him to stop. He sighed, apparently frustrated. We both frowned. There was a tense moment of silence as we stared at eachother's faces. He was so much more better-looking than I, and I didn't want to stare at his face anymore. It made me feel like a troll. "Hey." Jacob's voice was quiet now, not as obnoxious. I looked up, a mixture of seething anger and rippling sadness on my face. He seemed to cringe at the emotion that radiated from myself. "Can I stay? Just until you fall asleep?" I breathed through my nose, trying hard to calm down. I closed my eyes and nodded, scooting over to make room for his big body. My shoulder touched the cold wall, but I had no problem with it. He took his place by my side, his broad shoulders reaching my head. I looked up at him, feeling like a little kid, and he smiled down at me without showing his teeth. I allowed myself to smile a small smile back. "I'm sorry," He added without losing his smile. I shrugged, messing with the stitching that held my comforter together.

"It's whatever. I guess it doesn't matter anyway. It was just really embarassing, because I never told anyone but my closest friends- only one, actually -but I guess I don't care." I looked back up at Jacob, then right back down. "It's not like it matters."

"Well, I'm sorry I embarassed you, and I had no business doing what I did." Jacob sat forward, putting his bare feet on the ground, then stood up. "I'm leaving. I'm sleepy."

"Then why did you come here int he first place? It's way too early." It didn't occur to me that I was on the second story of the house until just then. Jacob was shoeless and shirtless, and there was no way he could have climbed up to this room. Before he could open his mouth to answer the question I'd asked, I blurted out my mind. "There's no way you could have gotten up here without a ladder. How could my parents not hear you? How did I not hear you?" The last sentence was more me mumbling to myself as I made my way quickly over to the window. No ladder, only darkness. The only light was what shone out of my window.

"Well, I could practically hear you thinking about me." Jacob rolled his eyes, stuffing his hands into his pockets. I huffed, pouting. Then he smiled, crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Besides. I was thinking about you, too. Now, we'll save this talk for tomorrow." Jacob stepped out onto the roof, climbing through my window and closed it without another word. He turned around to flash me a smile, then I saw him jump down, hearing no thud, and seeing nothing afterwards.

I stood at the window, awestruck. He was stronger than he looked, apparently. Hm.

- - - - - - - - - - - -

Finally, the day had come. With much struggle, I'd fallen asleep around six am. And opening my eyes, they fell immediately on the clock, which read 12:36. I sat up in bed immediately, throwing my covers from on top of me, and ran to the staircase. My feet hit the cold tile and I turned the corner to see my mother fixing herself a sandwich. She turned around, flashing a bright smile. She opened her mouth and took a breath to speak, but I cut her off.

"Don't have time to talk, gotta go get ready. Jacob-"

"Is here," My mom cut in, motioning a hand to the living room. Jacob sat on the couch, his back turned towards us in the living room, watching television with my father. I groaned before Jacob had a chance to turn around and went back upstairs. I walked over to my window, throwing it open. It was warm enough to wear what I had earlier planned. I bit my lip, pulling off a white sundress from a hanger, and rummaging through my drawers to find a pair of light yellow jeans, and a white spagetti strap undershirt. I walked into the bathroom, slowing myself down. If I rushed too fast, I might look too eager. Well, I was eager. Very eager to see him. Getting dressed, brushing my teeth, and washing my face, I thought. While putting up my hair, I decided it. I liked Jacob Black, even though I'd only known him for two days, and had barely even talked to him that much, I think I really liked Jacob. I put the top half of my hair up, bringing it back into a clip in the back of my head, right at the seam of my stitches- which itched like nobody could beleive- and combed through the loose half of my hair. I licked my lips, looking myself over in the full-body mirror on the back of the bathroom door. The sundress was loose fitting, and thin-strapped, but it was my absolute favorite. It came just to the end of my shorts, far above my knees. It was warm enough outside, even in Forks, to wear this. I wiggled my toes once stepping onto the carpet and rummaged through my closet to find a pair of black slip-ons and headed downstairs with them in my hand. I held back the beaming smile that tried ever-so-hard to make it's way onto my face when I went to see Jacob. He had seen me coming and scooted over on the couch, smiling as I made my way beside him. I couldn't help but sit close enough to feel the heat radiate from his body. He was like a toaster.

He looked over at me, smiling that smile of his, and relaxed in his seat.

"So, what should we do?" A simple enough question Jacob asked. I shrugged and he only smiled more. "A movie?" I thought about that for a minute. What was the worst that could happen? Besides the fact that I got extremely scared even at the stupidest things- especially ghosts. I was even afraid of the dark, even in the movies. Romance or romantic comedies would be too weird seeing with Jacob, and I was afraid that if we watched a funny movie, that I'd get embarassed somehow. Anyway, I'd always feel ugly and stupid around Jacob. "Any suggestions? You're leaving me the only to talk here." I looked over at my dad, who was leaned forward casually in his recliner chair, hands folded in front of him, elbows sitting on his knees. His eyes watched us sternly and intently. I peeled my eyes away from my father and looked back at my feet.

"Um. I don't know what's out." I couldn't look at Jacob's face, or speak loud enough. My words came out in almost a whisper. I felt his hot hand grab my wrist lightly, and he stood up, pulilng me with him.

"Well. I'll surprise you. Your parents and I already talked, and they said it was fine that we spend today together-- if it's alright with you?" He eyed me at the last bit of his words, and I nodded. I felt uncomforable here. Jacob turned, dropping my wrist and I glanced back at my dad who flashed a devious smile, and my mom told me to 'have a good time, honey' on the way out. Usual routine. Except I normally didn't go out to movies with beautiful boys. And the fact that he was indian, to me, was all the more better. We walked outside to find a red car sitting in the driveway. Jacob stepped forward and opened the passenger door. I wasn't into cars, nor did I care to know their names-- or to drive them. I had put one foot in when I stood still. Had I taken my medicine? As if my thoughts were being read, my mother stepped out, cupped in her hand two pills.

"You forgot them." She dumped them into my hand before giving me a kiss on the forehead and a smile to Jacob. I stepped into the car without looking at Jacob, and without popping the pills into my mouth. Before closing the door, Jacob frowned and poked his head in the door.

"You really don't have to go if you don't want." He gave a small shrug, looking sad. "I just thought that maybe it'd be nice to make a friend-- for both you and I." I looked dumbly up at him. I was still slightly asleep, and part of me was sad. Sad, just looking at his face. I wanted to cry right then and there, which I knew was probably an effect from me not taking my medicine on time. I was supposed to have a strict biological clock. But part of me didn't want to swallow them. I nodded my head, mumbling at first, then spoke up.

"I really do, Jacob." I flashed a small, fake smile. "I'm sorry if I don't seem like it." I put my hand in front of the mouth, the tasteless pills resting on my tongue. I swallowed them dry. "Sorry I'm acting strange. It'll only take a few moments for it to change." I knew all of my emotions were mixed up. It was some kind of chemical imbalance in my brain, that caused me to usually overreact, even if I had already taken my medicine. He sighed and it sounded sympathetic. Closing the door, he jogged over to the other side and opened the door, climbing in and turning the key. The engine didn't fight back, and we were quickly away from my house. I reached my hand out towards the radio, looking over at Jacob for permission. " May I?"

"Anything you like." He nodded with a smile. Before I did anything, I kicked off my slip-ons, pulling my knees to my chest, resting my chin on them. My hand found the dial for the radio, and I flipped through until I found a song I could hum along to. I smiled, hearing Garth Brooks' "Low Places" and left it there, putting my hands on top of my head. A strange position for people to sit in, I was told, and Jacob raised a brow, glancing over for a milisecond at my posture. "Are you sure it's good to sit like that?" I shook my head no. "Then why do you?"

"It actually increases the blood flow to your brain. I don't know why I put my hands on my head. Comfortable, I suppose." I rubbed the top of my head, running my fingers through my hair. If I was a cat, I would purr. I had strange habits, and I knew it. We sat in silence as I mumbled the words to the Garth Brooks song, and then it ended. Jacob, I supposed, didn't like country, so I changed it. I turned it onto an oldies station and turned the volume down, now resting my cheek on my knees, my bare toes wiggling. "Jacob," I started, it sounding like a question. He tilted his head in response. "Why do you want me here?" His eyebrows perked up, and a puzzled expression crossed his perfect face. "Just...you're different than I am. You're handsome. Why do you want me with you?" Jacob chuckled, the dimples in his cheeks very dominant when he smiled so big.

"Thanks for the compliment." He laughed again before continuing. "Why wouldn't I? There's nothing wrong with you, and beleive it or not-" He stretched out a hand to brush the ends of my hair like someone would a set of wind chimes. "You're very pretty." He turned his eyes back to the road and stretched his arm to sit on the back of my seat. My face flushed, and my heart jumped. Immediately, my mood picked up. I flashed a smile-- a real one, where my teeth showed and I wanted to giggle like a girl. I could feel my eyes crunch up and my cheeks burn. But that only lasted for a minute. I shrunk the smile, purposely, closing my lips but kept smiling all the while. Jacob chuckled and it was as quiet as a whisper. "You don't get that a lot?" I shook my head. I was still too shy to talk too much around him. "Why not?"

"I don't like being around people too much," I mumbled, turning my head to look out the window. The back of my mind told me to speak up, but that was just one part. Everything else told me to shut up. "Because I don't like messing up and feeling like an idiot." I turned my face back to Jacob. "So I'm sorry if I leave you talking more than I do. It'll just take me a while to get used to being around someone like you." He tilted his head, as if he was confused. I don't see why he would be. How could he be? He was different than myself. He was handsome, he probably was popular with females and had lots of friends, was well-known, and always had a girl hanging off his arm. I, however, preferred it not be that way with myself. I'd never been asked out to a movie with anyone but girlfriends, I'd never been alone with a boy before, a hint that I'd never even had a boyfriend. When I looked at it from all angles I was a loser.

"Someone like me?" He asked, as if he was confused. In my mind, I was yelling at him. How could you be!? I would say to him. I would grab his arm and hit his hand, angry at myself for being a nerd, or a geek, or a loner, or a loser, or a whatever I was. I would be mad at him because he was pretty. And then I would kiss him. Right on the mouth. But, no. I studdered, trying to choose my words but they didn't come out. Finally, I closed my eyes, breathing deep, thinking of what to say.

"You're good looking." Just that was hard enough to say. I felt so stupid, I just wanted to blow up into a million pieces. "You have a car, even though it's not a newer model or whatever, you have muscles, you have friends, and...just...you're better than me!" Towards the end, my voice raised, and I unbuckled, crossing my legs and resting my back against the locked door beside me, my hands out before me. "You're much better than me!" I was feeling bold. I could say anything, even though I felt like a total loony idiot. I looked at Jacob, who seemed shocked at my loud words, and what I said. I wondered if he was blushing under that perfect russet skin of his. He pursed his lips tightly, turning into the parking lot of a small theatre, which was a little over half full with cars. He sighed, turning off the engine after parking and unbuckled, looking over at me.

"You'll learn why later. Come on- lets go pick something out." He looked angry and now I felt bad. I climbed out of the car, shutting the door beside me, and power-walked to his side.

"Jacob, I'm sorry if I made you mad." I put my hand on his arm, his shoulder reaching nearly the top of my head. He was a whole lot taller than I was. "I didn't mean to. Forget I said any of that, I'm dumb." Inside my shoes, my toes wiggled. My face flushed and I could feel a tease of tears at the back of my eyes. I could feel two soft hands touch the sides of my face, but not cup my cheeks. Just touch. I was forced to look up into the chocolatey eyes of the indian boy. My eyes wouldn't move. I was in such shock that my face didn't even turn red. But under his soft hands, my skin burned with his warmth. It was unnatural how hot his skin was.

"You didn't, I promise." His frustrated expression melted away into a soft smile, showing just a hint of his pearly teeth. "But I just can't explain it right now, okay? I promise, I will later. Alright?" I nodded. I was releived. But just now, I didn't care about anything else. I wish we didn't have to be in this stupid parking lot, where a zillion other people could see us. I wish we were the only people in the world, so I could press myself into a hug with Jacob. I wish I could hug him, and say that he was mine, and give him a kiss. Oh, how exciting it would be! I didn't have to force a smile, for it came naturally with the joy that welled in the pit of my stomach. "Now, lets do this." I nodded again, and was enveloped in Jacob's big, hot arms. A hug, just what I'd mentally asked for. My face pressed hard into his chest, and I turned so that my face was buried in his arm. He smelled good, I noticed that right away. I locked my hands around his neck. He had to bend down just to hug me, and he squeezed so tight, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

"Jacob," I huffed, feeling like a boa constrictor was wrapped around me. "I can't breathe." He stepped back, putting his hands in his pockets and grinned childishly. I knew today would be a good day- I just wasn't aware of how good it would be later.

- - - - - - - -

The movie turned out to be a comedy. I giggled when neccissary, smiled as often as I could, and allowed Jacob to wrap a warm arm around me, his hand resting on my upper arm. I actually really liked it. I actually really liked him, already so soon. But he must just be playing games with me, I thought.

Exiting the movies, I had mustered up the courage to ask if I could go to his house. He cheerfully agreed.

"I never really got a good look at it. I remember being passed out on your couch, but nothing else. Oh, and that guy in the wheelchair. Who is that?" I turned my head, again sitting in my strange way, and rested my cheek on my knees. This time, I rested my hands on the seat.

"My dad, Billy." The house wasn't but ten minutes from the theatre, and we pulled in quietly. Getting out, I looked it over. It was cute. Homey. I saw the curtains move, and assumed that Billy had been looking out at us pull in. Jacob grabbed my hand, to my surprise. Again, I could feel how tiny I was compared to him as my hand sat in his massive one. But it was warm, and I gladly curled my hand to fit as much as I could around his. I grinned, ear to ear, thankful that Jacob couldn't see it's cheesiness. He opened the door, and Billy sat, hands on the handles on his wheels, with a small grin. "Hey," He casually greeted his dad. Jacob tugged on my hand, bringing me around to the front of him. "You two haven't been properly introduced, so, dad, this is Katey. Katey, this is my dad, Billy." Politely, I extended my hand and shook his, smiling a tiny smile.

"My, my," He cooed. "Aren't you beautiful." I blushed, naturally, and giggled just a bit, quiet enough to where it wasn't too embarassing. I put my head down, fiddling with my fingers. "Are you hungry? Jacob, fix her something to eat." I snapped my head up, a hand on my stomach.

"Oh, no, no, popcorn was enough to fill me up for right now. I'm sure I'll be hungry in a minute, though. But not now. Thank you." I nodded politely, taking a step closer to Jacob. He smiled wider. I looked up at him, blinking. "Can I go see your room?" I smiled enough to show my teeth at the sight of his chocolatey eyes. He nodded towards the back of the house.

"Yeah, come on." Jacob grabbed my hand, this time lacing our fingers together, as we navigated around Billy. I took a last glance before we turned into a hallway at the smiling older man, then looked back to Jacob. It was the bedroom all the way at the back. The door opened to a room that would be just like any other- there was a few clothing items- nothing personal -on the ground, the bed wasn't made, shoes kicked by the door, and the window cracked open to let in a warmish breeze. I took a seat on the bed, worming my hand out of Jacobs. I crossed my legs, sitting at the head of it. There was no pillow, until I spotted it on the ground next to the bed. I smiled.

"Normal," I concluded, taking another look around. There was a closet, a shelf with something in a cage, a few books. Average things. Usually after my belly fills with food, I get sleepy. Just like any human would, and I felt that effect creeping up on me. I leaned over the bed just as Jacob sat on the edge of it, and kicked off my shoes, resting my head on the pillow that I'd pulled off the ground. I smiled at Jacob, turning my face towards him. He smiled back at me, laying on his stomach to face me, resting his head on his arms that were crossed in front of him. "When's your birthday, Jacob?" I asked out of curiosity. I liked knowing people's birthdays.

"October fourth," He answered back simply. "I'll be seventeen. Yours?" Hm. I would be sixteen on my next birthday, which was actually four days away.

"August seventh." I smiled, seeing him do the same. But there was something devilish to his. "I'll be sixteen. Young, I know." I sighed, rolling my eyes. I heard the bed creak and Jacob moved closer. I smiled, burying the lower half of my face into the pillow to conceal my shy smile.

"I'll have to get you a present." Jacob lay his head on the pillow I used, and I shifted to a more comfortable position. His face was close to mine, but I wouldn't move it. I was glad he was so close. Like I'd decided earlier, I liked Jacob. A lot. I shook my head, sighing. "Yes. I will." He grabbed one of my hands, moving to lay on his back. I watched him play with my fingers, randomly lacing his fingers with mine. He smiled. I looked at the contrast between our skin color- I was a fair peach, and he was a russet brown, almost like a pretty copper. In return for him playing with my hand, I reached out a free hand to play with his hair. He lifted up his head, and plopped it right back down on top of my hand, making me cup the back of his head. I pulled his head closer and he turned his face towards me, smiling. I felt my face heat up, but I smiled, too. "I'm glad to see you're getting more comfortable around me." I nodded. He had turned on his side, and I decided to make a bold attempt at being flirtatious. I moved my arms to where they were loosely latched around his neck, and his face beamed a proud smile. "Really comfortable, apparently." I felt absolutely blessed. Blessed that this beautiful boy didn't pull away from me, blessed that he didn't think I was repulsive or creepy, and blessed that he returned the action, wrapping an arm around my waist. My face flushed, even more so when he leaned forward to give me a small kiss on my chin. His lips were soft. My smile faded and I gasped. Afterwards, I felt like a fool for gasping-- a kiss like that was supposed to be natural. It wasn't even on my lips.

Jacob grinned at my reaction, and gave me kiss after kiss, from my chin to my temple, having to shift into almost an upright position, bringing me with him. Now we were sitting up, and the last kiss was just at the edge of my lips. I leaned forward to kiss his mouth, when his hands cupped my face, stopping my motion. He smiled down at me softly.

"So," I cooed, resting my face against his chest after he'd put his arms around me. "You're going to be a tease, hm?" That was a stupid thing for me to say. Of course he was. Maybe he really was just playing around with me-- you know, toying with the new girl in town. I could feel him nod, and I looked back up at him. Now I could say we were almost more than friends.

"Stay the rest of the day-- we'll see where this takes us." I was surprised at those words, but only bit my lower lip, biting back my smile. I could only imagine.