Submit Date:
June 22nd, 2008

Okay, now. You know the whole copyright drill, blahblah.
Jacob Black (c) S. Meyer; Twilight series
Katelyin Deakon (c) K. Navarro (me, duh.)

Now, about the chapter...This one is kind of cheesy, but it's an introduction to their relationship. For those of you who haven't yet gotten the clue as to why Jacob likes her so much, just keep reading once I post it again, and you'll get it. You'd only get it, though, if you read Eclipse, too...But I'll explain it, anyway, since Katey doesn't have an idea what it means.
Anyway, I suppose I'm pleased with this chapter. I think I did a better job on the first one, though. What do you think?

OH YEAH:
If you need picture references, just tell me and I'll email 'em to you. :

PART THREE--

I was still at Jacobs. We had been, for the past three hours, talking about nothing. I refused to let the topic of my infatuation for him come up. He tried to many times, but I refused to say anything. I sat at the head of his bed, my legs crossed, my back to the wall and he sat in front of me in the same position. He was going to be a junior in La Push high school, meaning that I wouldn't be there with him. It made me sad, but he promised to come over often.

"I'll be a sophomore," I answered. He'd asked what grade I would be in. "So, are all of your friends all big and buff like you are?" One of my brows quirked up as I asked this question. He grinned and shrugged.

"I guess they are-- to us, it's no big deal so we don't really notice it. It's what someone elses interpretation of 'big and buff' is." He gave a chuckle, and I followed. Boldly, I reached forward to slide both of my hands into his, and he wrapped his warm hands around mine. They were like a blanket, consuming from the wrist down, and were so warm. It was then that I realized how sleepy I was from stuffing my face with popcorn. My head drooped down just a little, but I continued to look up at Jacob.

"What time is it?" I knew at six I needed to take the second dose of my medication- two pills, twice a day. One when I immediately woke up, which was usually around nine am, and the second around six pm. Jacob nodded his head at the clock that hung on the wall. It was six fifteen. I frowned, sliding my hands out of his and stood up, my hand on the doorknob. "I have to go home." I looked back at Jacob, who started to stand and make his way over to me. Now, he didn't bother giving me personal space. I turned the knob just as I felt him try to wrap his arms around my waist and walked down the hallway. Billy was watching TV in the living room. "May I please use your phone?" He nodded.

"Jacob, show her where it is." He was too intent on whatever type of sport that was on the television to show me himself. No problem, my father got that way, as did my mother about her soap opera's. Jacob put a hand on my waist, guiding me into the kitchen, and hanging on the wall was the chordless phone on it's base. I picked it up, dialing the number and looking down at my bare feet. Jacob had placed our shoes by the door in his room. On the second ring, my father picked up.

"Dad, I need you to pick me up." He asked why. "It's time to take my medicine," I mumbled, so Billy wouldn't hear. I didn't want too many people noticing, and it was weird saying it just around one. I put my thumb to my mouth, my teeth biting down on the skin, pinching it. A nervous habit- I constantly bit down enough to break the skin. Another habit, my foot bounced up and down, my knees bent, at a fast pace. I probably looked like a wreck. And these weren't even all my habits. My father confirmed that he would be on his way at that moment, but didn't let off the phone. He asked me about Jacob.

"What's he to you?" He had asked me, and my face flushed. I looked up at Jacob through my eyelashes. He had one hand on the wall next to my head, forcing me to rest my back to the wall. His whole body shadowed mine. He hadn't been smiling until I looked up at him.

"Please, Dad, not here. I'll talk to you on the way home, okay?" He hung up after saying his good-byes, and so did I. I sighed, putting the phone back onto it's base and rested my head in my hands for a second. "Sorry, Jacob, I wish I could stay longer. But I think it's time I go home anyway. I didn't realize how long I'd been here." I flashed a smile. "You're very time-consuming." Jacob chuckled.

"Well, making you smile is a full-time job." I wondered how many times he ever blushed when I said something, or looked at him in a certain way, or touched his hand. I could never tell, his skin was too a flawless brown. He added an arm to the wall, now fully enclosing me against the wall. I didn't smile, but frowned. Not that it was bad that he was being so forward, or so rash-- that I was such a clown. I was such a ditz, a fool, such a baby. Jacob smiled again, leaning away from me and putting his hands in his pockets. "But it's worth it." I stood on my tiptoes to try to look over Jacob's shoulder, but it didn't work. I looked over the side of him, and into the living room. Billy was paying no mind. Good.

"Jacob," I started, looking up and tilting my head to the side. "do you like me?" He looked as if he'd been asked the stupidest question in the world-- really, I thought it was. But I wanted to be blunt, and I really wanted to know. When I asked, my face didn't even flush. He snickered and nodded, his hair moving with his head.

"Do you think that I don't? Of course I do. Hasn't it been showing?" I thought about it. No, not that much. Occasionally while we were talking, Jacob would lean forward to plant a kiss randomly on my forehead, collar bone, the base of my neck, or my cheek. Never on my lips. That's why I was asking. I was practically begging for him to. I shrugged, looking down, and grabbed his hands, giving him a tug in my direction. He glanced over his shoulder, leaning forward so his lips brushed my hair as he spoke. "Let's go outside," he whispered. "It's weird being with my dad in here, trying to talk about this. Especially with you being so needy." He rolled his eyes, walking past me to open the door and we both stepped outside. He was the first to take a seat on the porch, and I was right after him. My eyes looked him over; he wore a navy blue shirt, nothing on the front, and a clean pair of acid-washed jeans. I kept my legs close together as I sat next to him, my knees touching my chest, even though I wore shorts beneath my sundress. The grass tickled my toes, and I wiggled them against the green strands. Jacob looked down, then leaned over to rest his face in the nape of my neck and I smiled, tilting my head, and feeling him smile against my skin. "Now," He began, his breath tickling the sensitive area. "What is it you wanted to talk about?" It was hard to concentrate, especially when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck, now face-to-face with the beautiful Black boy. I bit my lip, hesitating.

"Why do you like me? Why so fast?" I was honestly curious. If we were going to continue this game, then I wanted answers to why we were playing it in the first place. Jacob leaned forward giving one, two, three kisses to my collar bone before answering. He inhaled, nuzzling his face against my shoulder, then exhaled. His breath tickled my skin, and my arms locked tighter around his neck. I could feel the tips of my fingers turn white with how tight they were locked onto my elbows. He smiled, and it sounded like he was humming. I grew anxious. Was he avoiding my question? "Jacob." I wanted him to answer. He sighed, and as he spoke I felt his lips on my shoulder.

"It's complicated." It sounded as if he was frustrated. I could feel his brows knit together. He was thinking hard on something, and I wanted to know. But I wouldn't pry it out of him, I supposed. He sighed again, and lifted his face off my shoulder. I looked down at him, still seated in his lap. "It'll have to be a secret for now. Please, don't worry about it. Just..." He trailed off, cupping my face in his hands. And it was so simple. Just like that, his mouth found mine. I was still for a second, just out of shock, until I leaned into it. His lips were soft, and very warm. One kiss, and another, and another. His mouth, again, found mine, and pryed mine open just a tiny bit, deepening it just a hint. I jumped, hearing a honk at my back, and whipped my head around. There was my father, sitting in our gray caravan. I lowered my head, sighing. I was totally embarassed. Right in the middle of my first set of kisses, there my dad had to come up and scare the crap out of me. Jacob laughed, loud. I gave a shy smile and picked my face up to where he could see it. He stood up, and I followed. We stood there for a second, and he leaned down to give me a kiss on the forehead. "Bye," He muttered, a smile on his face. I smiled back, and turned to take a step towards the van before I turned right back. I stepped close, giving him a hug, and speaking into his chest.

"Will you come over?" I asked, unsure if I should really be so forward and daring. "Tonight, I mean. After everyone's asleep." I felt him kiss the top of my head and give me a gentle squeeze. I looked up, smiling, and heard my dad shout my name from the van. He nodded, cupping my face and bending down to kiss me bravely again. I smiled when it ended, and licked my lips on the way to the car. He turned and went inside. I was beaming as I buckled my seatbelt. "How did you know where his house was? I forgot to give you directions..."

"He told us earlier this morning, just in case it was needed. Which it was, apparently." My father didn't sound too pleased about what he was seeing. He mumbled something, a full sentence, but I was too caught-up in my thoughts to care. I smiled so much it hurt my face, but I didn't want to stop. I licked my lips, just hoping I could still feel the softness of his. Unfortunately, all I had left were memories of less than a minute ago. "We're going have to have a discussion about this," My father grumbled. "I'm not sure if you should be getting yourself into this, Katelyin. You don't know this boy well enough to be kissing him already." The 'discussion' was going to be a drag, but I could deal with it. As long as Jacob kept his promise to come over again tonight.

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When he came, I was on my bed reading. It was an informational book, a veterinary guide. I read it often when I had suspicions about extra-runny noses or if something else was wrong with any one of the two horses. I looked up to hear a tap on the glass, and smiled. I should have left it open, but my parents would have thought that to be all-too-conspicuous. I smiled, throwing it open and opened my mouth to speak, but Jacob's lips had already found mine. He continued to kiss me even as he stepped through the window, cupping my face in his hands. I smiled all the while, and could feel him doing the same. Interrupting our billionth kiss, I giggled, ruining it. Jacob separated our faces and beamed down at me and I laughed again.

"What's so funny?" He asked. I only laughed again. "What?" His voice raised and he grew anxious, walking forwards and forcing us to sit on the bed. Between asking 'what' over and over again, he had tilted my head back to kiss the hollow of my throat. I laughed as quietly as I could. He groaned, separating himself from me and rolled his eyes. "Will you please tell me why you're laughing?" He sat on the bed, pulling me onto his lap.

"Just remembering things, thinking about our current state. I've known you for, what, two- three days? And look at us already." He smiled and I continued my rant, wrapping my arms around his neck. We sat for half a minute in silence before I continued. "I like it." I turned my face towards Jacob, my eyes examining his perfect russet skin, his dark chocolatey eyes, his lips. "I like where we are, even though we still have a lot to learn about eachother. I like you. A lot." I buried my face in the crook of his neck, feeling, again, like an idiot. I could feel his throat vibrate as he chuckled and tightened his grip around me, bringing us impossibly close.

"Well, it's good to know that you like me." That was sarcasm, I was sure of it. He placed both hands on my face, guiding my eyes to meet his again. He smiled, but I could tell he was being very serious about hsi words. "I told you, for now, you'll have to wait." He kissed me once before continuing. "It would sound too stupid to make my way around it right now. So, for now, don't worry about anything except us. Except this." He flashed a smile before kissing me again, my mouth opening with his shyly. Our lips melted together, his naturally warm, and mine heated with a blush. This kiss was too persuasive. Now I didn't care about his secret, I didn't care that I had to wait. Though, I was jealous, and somewhat frustrated that I didn't get the explanation I wanted. But he could keep any secret from me that he wanted, as long as he kissed me like this.

Don't worreh. The rest of the night will be continued in pt. 4. And, yes, I know this part is shorter than all the others.