The Twilight saga is owned by Stephanie Meyer. I own nothing but my imagination and a really annoying job.

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Challenge: Jake, Quil, a Hummer, Nutella and wet t-shirts! This interesting challenge came from the dangerous mind of NiamhG

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Quil I am going to kill you!

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"Quil I am going to kill you!" I was so angry and this big lug of a friend of mine.

"Why?" He asks innocently.

"Why do you bloody well think?" I don't believe he is trying to get out of this one.

"I didn't mean too." He sounds like a pathetic child.

"Oh you didn't mean to push her into the sea?" I questioned sarcastically.

"No I was just pretending to, I didn't realise she was going to fall in." How stupid is he? Of course she was going to fall, she always falls.

"Well you need to be more careful, I treat your wife with respect why can't you not treat mine the same." I know they all loved her but they have to remember she is human.

"Well Hazel is one of us, I can't treat her differently." He pouts like a little girl.

"Well you are going to have to start, she is mortified." I growl

"How was I meant to know her t shirt would go see trough when it got wet, and she always wears a bra why did she stop now." He mutters.

"All white t-shirts go see through when wet, everyone knows that you idiot, and the reason she was not wearing a bra is none of your bloody business." I am really losing patience with this idiot.

"HA! Did you ask her not to?" He smirked

Seriously what is he 14? "No I didn't, you know how she gets eaten alive with mosquito's every summer well she got bitten a dozen times on her back and the bra strap was hurting her." Why do I even have to explain this to the moron?

"Shit man I'm sorry." Some genuine remorse or has he run out of crap to spew?

"Well I don't think she is even going to let any of you back into the house because instead of being polite you all had to point and comment." That is what irritated us the most; her breast size is nobodies business, not even mine.

"Hazel knows we love her, why is she so angry?" He's right she has suffered much worse at the hands of my brothers and laughed it off, I have no idea why it is effecting her this badly.

"Quil just because you are happy to go around naked does not mean everyone is." I try to explain.

"I know, I know." He flaps his arm at me.

"What time is this super car going to get here, I can't believe you agreed to do a service on a car of a Saturday. Just because you are in the dog house does not mean we all have to join you." He mumbles.

"OH Quil, until my wife forgives you, you are working every Saturday." I grin at him. All I can hear are mutters.

Then I hear the rev of the 6.6L turbo Duramax LLY V8 turbo Diesel/Allison 1000 5-speed Hummer coming towards our garage. Complete music to my ears. It pulled up at the entrance to the garage and George a friend of the families got out. "Thanks a million for doing this for me Jake; I am going off road on Monday and totally forgot to get it checked until now."

"No problem George, it will only take a couple of hours." I said shaking his hand, George was a lifesaver to me on a couple of occasions.

"Thanks a million man, is your lovely wife home today?" He asked.

"Yes she is, go on up, she has kicked all the kids out so I am sure she will be glad of some adult company." I told him with humour.

"Great see you later." He waved as he left the shop.

"Jake man I have never worked on a hummer before." Quil said in awe of the beast in front of me.

"I have worked on this one before just do the same as you normally do but keep an eye on the amount of oil you put in; it needs around 5 more litres than a normal truck. If we need to take the wheels off we will have to call the boys to hold it as I think it may be too heavy for my lift." I explained quickly dying to get my hands on this baby's engine.

Thank the spirits that Quil shuts up when he is working, as I worked away doing the usual service jobs. I didn't have all the parts needed so I made a list of what I thought needed to be replaced, I could order them and do them at a later date or he could get his normal mechanic to do it later. We were finally finished when I heard George return.

"Hey guys, how is it doing?" he asked rubbing his hands together.

"Good just finished, here is the list of parts that need to be replaced, I don't have them in stock but I can order them and have them by next week if you want me to change them, or just bring the list to your normal mechanic and get him to do it." I handed him the paper with the parts and reference codes.

"Thanks Jake how much do I owe you." He began pulling out his wallet.

"Nothing!" I replied.

"How do I owe you nothing? You guys have worked your assess of for the last three hours." He looked a little confused.

"Yeah but George I remember when you searched everywhere and managed to find us jars of that Nutella stuff in Seattle when Forks and La Push had run out for my girls pregnancy cravings, I really don't know what I would have done if it weren't for you." I smiled. "I am just glad to be able to repay you."

"Well cheers man, can I ask you something before I go?" He asked.

"Sure, I nodded."

Why did you pick Hazel over Bells?" he asked me quietly.

I thought back feeling a little nostalgic about chocolate brown eyes. "Did you ever look to see what the main ingredient for that chocolate spread that you bought in bulk was?" I asked him with a smirk.

"No?" he shook his head.

"Its like 90% hazelnuts, so after five months of her craving that and hazelnut yogurt every day the boys just started to call her Hazel, so it sort of just caught on." I smiled as I reminisced.

"She is still my Bells, but when she is crabby or pregnant we call her Hazel." I said with a laugh.

"Well she just asked me to keep an eye out for more Nutella and she was eating hazelnut yogurt while I was there so do you have any news?" he smirked.

"What?" I gulped, now her spazz attack over getting wet made sense, holy shit not again!