A.N. Once again I do not own the Twilight characters no matter how much I wish I did, and sorry about the shortness of this chapter, the next one will be longer!

For the rest of the day Jacob told me stories about his life in LaPush. By the end of it I was beyond excited to go! It seemed like such a homey place, and when Jacob talked about it his face lit up with excitement, and I wanted to see that face all the time. I had lost all track of time until my mother came home from work.

"Drina, I'm home," she called as I was in the middle of a laughing fit. "Oh, hi, Jake," she said, a smile crossing her face.

"Hello Mrs. Cobin," he said, ceasing his tickling. My breathing eased as I glared at him.

"Hi mom." I stood up and gave her quick hug.

"Hi sweetie."

"Um, could I ask you something?" I asked, pulling away.

"I knew this hug had a catch, what is it?"

"Well, you know how Jake live in LaPush Washington? Um, he's going to be going back there and he wanted me to come with him," I told her.

"Oh," she replied, caught off-guard. "When are you leaving, how do you plan to get there, and when are you coming home?" she asked, getting straight to the point.

"Well, I wanted to leave tomorrow, we'll be taking my car, and when do you want me back?"

"You have school in the spring, so you'll have to be back by then," she said.

"Wait, are you serious?" I asked, shocked that she was actually ok with this.

"Yes, he's been good for you, I've seen that. Getting away from this house can only help more, you haven't had fun in a long time," she smiled.

"Thank you mom!" I squealed, hugging her tightly.

"It's the least I can do," she said. "Now you better go get packed and check your car. I don't want a tire to burst or something, what a catastrophe that would be!" She tittered as she entered the kitchen.

"I'm on it Mrs. Cobin," Jacob announced as he stood up and headed for the door. Once he was outside I turned to my mother who had begun to busy herself with dinner.

"Mom, are you sure you'll be ok here by yourself?" I asked her, unable to contain my worry.

"I'll be fine, Drina," she told me sternly. "You've been a zombie for way too long, don't think I haven't noticed. Then Jacob came and you're back to you old self! If anyone needs worrying about it's you. Getting away from the house will be good for you."

"But getting away would help you too mom. So, maybe you can come too, I don't want to leave you here alone," I confessed.

"Drina, we don't want to over use their welcome."

"Well I think it's a great idea," Jake chimed in. We both turned to see him standing in the doorway, wiping his hands on a rag. "Plus, my dad gets kind of lonely sometimes, having someone to talk to would be good for him," he said as he headed for the stairs so I could continue with convincing her, I'd have to thank him properly later.

"I-I don't know, I mean, I have work, and the house, and-" my mother began, busying herself again.

"Come on mom, we both know you only have the job to keep your mind off dad!" I said, but regretted it as soon as I said it. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, it just-" I tried to apologize, but she silenced me with a wave of her hand.

"No, you're right, that is why I got it, but can you blame me?" She croaked, nearly on the verge of tears.

"Mom, I don't blame you, I'm sorry," I said, feeling horrible as I wrapped my arms around her.

"I'll thing a-about coming," she said, wiping her eyes. "But I'll call you, I'm not leaving tomorrow," she finished, her tone turning brisk as she hurried around the kitchen once more.

"Ok, um, I'll go get packed then," I murmured. I then hurried to the stairs and up to my room.

I felt terrible for upsetting mom, it was mean, regardless of it's truth.

"Drina, are you ok?" Came Jacob's soft voice, his arms enveloping me into his warm embrace. I turned in his arms and buried my face against his chest, taking steadying breaths.

"I was so mean," I groaned, hitting my head against his shoulder. His hand came up to hold me head, abating my assault.

"Regardless of what you did, there's no need to bash your brains out on my arm," he said soothingly, kissing the top of my head. I couldn't help but giggle feebly.

"There, that's better," he said, pleased that he had managed to calm me. "So, do you still want to go?" he added half-heartedly.

"Yes, I said I'd go, and I'm going," I said firmly, looking up into his dark eyes.

"Thank you, this means a lot to me," he whispered, leaning in. Before he could reach me I leaned in the rest of the way and kissed him full on the lips. He seemed surprised at first, but soon wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body flush to his.

I slowly pulled away to trail kisses along his jaw, his breathing hitched as his hands tangled into my hair.

"D-Drina," he murmured, I smirked against his skin, slowly moving down to kiss his throat. Meanwhile, my hands ran along his well-toned midsection, feeling the graceful dips and curves of his muscles.

Suddenly, he gripped my arms and pressed my back roughly against a wall. Now instead of me kissing him, he was showering my neck with kisses, making me shiver with pleasure. His hands soon found my hips and slowly pushed them up under my shirt, resting on my stomach. I gasped as his fingers traced soft circles around my belly button.

"J-Jake, I think we should g-get packed," I gasped as his tongue ran along the skin below my ear.

"We can wait a minute, can't we?" He crooned, kissing my ear.

"I-I suppose," I stuttered, leaning helplessly against the wall as he continued his tantalizing ministrations.

He chuckled softly, but pulled his face away, keeping his hands pressed to my stomach so I would continue to hyperventilate.

"Why are you so nervous?" He asked, his hands slipping my shirt up so my stomach was revealed.

"I, um…" I began, not sure what to say. He saved me the embarrassment by pressing his lips to mine, but with this action came his bare midsection against mine. I nearly cried out, thank god he was kissing me.

His skin against mine had to be one of the best things ever, but along with his sloping muscles it was enough to drive a girl mad! So I couldn't help myself as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my body closer to him.

Then suddenly it was over. He had pulled himself out of my arms and walked to the middle of the room, his hands yanking at his hair.

"Damn it!" He cursed, frustrated.

"W-what's wrong?" I asked shakily.

"I shouldn't be doing this, I-I'm sorry," he said, not looking at me.

"N-no, it's my fault," I said, also feeling guilty.

"How is it your fault?" He cried, turning to look at me.

"Shh, my mom might here you, and it's not like I stopped you," I told him harshly.

"You shouldn't have to, I should know better!" He rubbed his hands furiously against his face as he started to pace.

"Well, so should I," I said simply.

"You did! You asked me if we should pack, but I asked if we could keep going!" He burst our, I bit my lip.

"I don't blame you, Jake," I whispered. He sighed, moving his hands from his face to look at me. "And I don't regret it."

"Come here," he said softly, opening his arms to me. I walked slowly towards him.

"This doesn't bother you?"

"What do you mean?"

"It doesn't bother you that I did that?"

"No, actually…I really liked it."

He chuckled softly, a low rumble that vibrated through his whole body.

"Would it be wrong to say that I did too?"

"No, it's the perfect thing to say."

He sighed, "well, I hate to ruin this, but like you said before, we really should get packed."

"Darn," I muttered. He laughed as he let me go and I began to move swiftly around the room.