So, its been a ridiculously long time since I've updated this story. I sincerely apologize, and I hope this is worth the wait. I'm now on spring break, and I have a goal of writing at least two more chapters this week. R&R!

Jake

I heard the door close with a slam as Billy left the house, and felt a thrill of excitement at being once again alone with Angela. Looking back at her softly smiling face, her beauty again set me off balance, and I stared at her for an amount of time too long for convention yet far too brief for me. I finally managed to rip my eyes away from her face, saying quietly, "Well, Angela, what would you like to do? Until the storm clears up, and you can drive home?" I saw her pause, and immediately worried that I had gone too far. "I mean, you don't have to stay here, really, if you don't want…" I was babbling, but she cut me off. "No… of course I want to stay here!" she said, in a decisive tone. "I was just thinking about what we could do. I'm not really sure…" She paused again, and the way she looked, lost in thought, was beautiful. Every expression was sweet on her angelic face. Then I thought of a suggestion. "How about we get some food?" "Yeah, that sounds good. I am a little hungry." "Then it's decided," I said, "I'll order pizza." Then I noticed that she was shivering. In all my excitement, I had forgotten how wet and cold she had gotten in the rain. Without a second thought, I said, "Hey, while I'm ordering, why don't you go up to my room and grab one of my old sweatshirts? Take your pick." "Thanks, Jake," she said with a smile that melted my core. I found out her favorite kind of pizza (Pepperoni), directed her to my room, and went to find the phone in all this mess.

Angela

I watched Jake's father roll out the door, and wondered what else would happen on this rain soaked evening. The night's events had already been nothing like I expected them to be. As I thought of how unpredictable my life had suddenly become, Jake's eyes met mine, and I was confused to see an expression of total absorption on his russet face. Part of me was uncomfortable with his stare, and wanted to look away, but I was captured by his dark gaze, and could not move my eyes from his. Eventually, he glanced down, freeing me. The look he had given me had dizzied me, and when he said, softly, "Well, Angela, what would you like to do? Until the storm clears up, and you can drive home?" it took my scattered thoughts some time to catch up. He saw me pause, and immediately backtracked, mistaking my confusion for hesitation. I assured him that I did, in fact, want to stay with him very much. He suggested ordering pizza, and I agreed.

I suddenly noticed that I was shivering. He saw it too, and said, "Why don't you go up to my room and grab one of my old sweatshirts? Take your pick." He was so incredibly thoughtful. I couldn't help thinking about how Ben would never have done something so sweet.

I climbed the stairs to the second floor, and identified Jake's bedroom. I felt a little shy about going into his private space, but he had seemed fine with it- and I really was cold. I hesitantly pushed open the door, and stepped inside.

The first thing I noticed was the warm, woody scent that clung to his room. It was nice- like a candle, or something. The place was disorderly, like any guy's room, I suppose, but it still seemed open and friendly- just like Jake himself. It even seemed a little warmer than the rest of the house. On one wall was a small, antique- looking bookshelf, with some well worn books on its shelves. I saw a few posters hanging on the walls. His bed was messy and unmade. After searching the room, I finally found a pile of sweatshirts. I quickly picked out the warmest looking item, a reddish-brown pullover with the words 'La Push High' in creamy white letters on the front. The sweatshirt had the same warm scent as the room, and it was dizzying- in a very good way. Surprised by the intensity of my response to the scent, I sat down on his bed. From the window in his room I could see the storm- the torrential rain, the tossing trees, the dark roiling clouds above. Then I heard Jake's footsteps walking up the creaking stairway.

Jake

I was looking forward to spending the evening with Angela, so much so that I rushed through dialing for pizza. The rude teenager with the nasal voice who answered the phone would have, on an ordinary night, have irritated me to no end, but Angela's presence had made me feel as if in a dream, and I was too distracted to think of anything but her. The interaction complete, I walked upstairs, anticipating the time ahead.

I opened the door to my room, and glanced inside. Angela was sitting on my mussed bed, looking out the window. She seemed to glow in the warm light of the lamp, her hair tangled, her eyes looking out into the stormy night. I had only been away from her for a mere minute, but even after that superficial separation, returning to her was a sweet relief. She turned to look at me, and I tried in vain to remember what I had been about to say. "Hey Jake," she said warmly. It took me a ridiculous amount of time to reply, "Hi, Angela," in a shaky tone. I lost myself in her smile, and the next thing I knew, I was standing dizzyingly near her, unable to stay away. The sweet expression in on her face mesmerized me, and I had to remind myself why I shouldn't kiss her right then. As I attempted to control myself, Angela suddenly reached up and ran her fingers through my hair, interrupting my every thought with her touch, causing my mind to go blank.

Angela

Jake walked into the room, and I could feel his eyes on me. I turned to look at him, preparing myself for his dark gaze as well as I could. "Hey Jake," I said. He continued staring at me for several moments before replying, belatedly, "Hi Angela."

Suddenly he had come towards me, standing so close that I could feel his strange warmth. I felt lightheaded looking up at his handsome features, as his unbroken stare made me shiver from its intensity. When strands of his dark hair fell over his eyes, I didn't stop to think before I ran my hand through his hair, pushing his bangs away from his face. He began to lean his face down towards mine, and my heart began to beat with painful rapidity. The thought of kissing Jake filled me with longing and warmth.

Suddenly, I heard someone downstairs. "Jake! We need you, Jake! You're going to have to go on patrol tonight…" Jake swore under his breath, looked apologetically at me, and then sprinted downstairs before I could blink. My head was spinning from the sudden interruption and it took me a moment to collect myself and follow Jake downstairs.

Jake

As I leaned forward to kiss Angela, I felt myself falling more under her spell then ever. I presently noticed a voice calling for me, piercing the haze of Angela's closeness. The voice was irritatingly persistent, like the beep of an alarm clock interrupting the sweetest of dreams, demanding that I wake up. Unwillingly, I attempted to clear the delirious mist from my mind. As I did so, I suddenly realized that the voice was that of Sam, the leader of the werewolf pack. I swore at the interruption, took one last look at my love, and forced myself to go talk to Sam. As painful as it was to walk away from Angela and the hope of her soft kiss, I knew that I couldn't shirk my responsibilities.

As soon as Sam saw me, he knew something had happened. "What's up, Jake? Did something happen with Bella?" he asked, concerned. "No…I, well, I… imprinted, Sam." Before he could process this information, we both heard her step on the stairs. "Is everything okay, Jake?" she called as she came into the room. "Is it the pizza guy?" Angela suddenly noticed Sam, and stopped in her tracks, embarrassed. I realized now was as good a time as any for an introduction. "Um, Angela? This is Sam. He's… a friend of mine. Sam, Angela sort of got caught in the storm, so I offered to let her wait it out here." "Hi, Angela. I'm sorry to…interrupt, but Jake, you have to come with me. We need you to… work the late shift tonight… we're short staffed and … we have reason to believe that we'll get a lot of… business in the next few days." He was hiding his meaning so Angela wouldn't get suspicious, but I knew what he was truly saying. The other pack members were busy, and he had discovered that a coven of vampires was in the area. I realized what this meant: that I would have to say goodbye to Angela, that I had no way of knowing when I could see her. The thought struck my heart with unimaginable anguish. I looked pleadingly at Sam, and silently begged him to understand. He had imprinted! He knew what it felt like! But he stood unswayable, refusing to let me shirk my duty, even on the most tumultuous evening of my life. I couldn't defy his order. Sam said, "I'll be waiting outside, Jake. It was nice to meet you, Angela," and walked out into the night. I turned to bid farewell to Angela, the girl who had become my reason for being.