A/N: Hey guys! Sorry this chapter is very short, but I'm just leading up to bringing the story deeper into the story line! (: thanks for reading! Please review! (Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, and I am not Stephenie Meyer. Plus, I do not own the song: 'A Place in This World' by Taylor Swift. All rights go to her and her record company and whoever else owns the song (: )

"I'm just a girl, trying to find my place in this world!" Jake belts a Taylor Swift song into the video game microphone, his voice about three octaves higher than his normal one.

I can't stop laughing as the song comes up to a guitar solo, so I mess up on a few notes. "It's your fault I'm messing up, Jacob." I say playfully, as he goes back to singing in a girly voice.

"Oh, I'm just a girl…" Jake sings lightly as the song fades out, and then he can't hold the laughter anymore. "I can't believe you picked that song for me."

I laugh as loud as him, and I fall down on the long brown couch in Jake's small living room, "You sounded great!"

"You are just jealous," He says folding his arms across his chest, and sits on the other side of the couch. We continue laughing, and we have to wait a few minutes before we calm down. "I'm officially too tired for this video game. How about we pop in a movie?"

I nod slowly, showing I agree, and then I hop off of the couch. "I'll make the popcorn, if you pick out the movie?"

"Sounds good to me," He tells me, and then makes his way to the DVD cabinet that Alice added for him a few years ago when we had to keep visiting our house for movies.

I make my way into his kitchen, open the cabinet door next to the microwave, and then throw it in. Through the glass I watch it spin around, and it leaves me with time to think. So much has happened since last week when I talked to Jake about him and my mom. He acts like a huge burden has been lifted off of his shoulders, and my parents came to talk to me about it the day after. They both seem relived about the way I understood it.

The beep to the microwave makes me jump, as it pulls me back to reality. I grab the hot bag out of the microwave, and I sit it down as I get a bowl out of the pantry. It's crazy how much money my family spend on Jacob. They gave him his own quaint house, and it was far enough so my dad couldn't hear his thoughts. Why are they so nice to him (despite dog jokes from Aunt Rose, but Jake always has a good comeback), and why does he stick around? What is keeping him here?

"Nessie, you okay in there?" I hear Jake's voice come in front the living room, and I quickly pour the popcorn into the bowl, and then carry it out into the room. "Smells delicious."

I roll my eyes, as I sit next to him on the couch, and hand him the bowl. "It's only popcorn, Jake."

"It's still amazing," He says through a mouth full of popcorn.

I grab a few pieces, and I put one into my mouth, "What movie did you pick tonight?"

"Some action movie we haven't seen before," He tells me as he grabs the remote with his buttery hand, "The cover looked cool."

By the middle of the movie I could feel my eyelids drooping, as I struggled to stay awake. Jake, who seemed very interested in the movie, watched the screen intently. I can never stay awake through action movies, I prefer something that can make me laugh. In a few minutes I feel my strength in fighting this battle disappear, as I lay my head down on his warm shoulder, and fall asleep.

I wake up to Jacob placing me into my bed, and wrapping the covers around me. I keep my eyes closed, because I'm still too tired. I haven't gotten a lot of sleep lately, and it's been catching up with me. I feel him brush away my curly hair, and then he goes away.

"Goodnight, Nessie." He whispers only a few inches from my face, and then places his lips on my forehead. "Sweet dreams."

I raise my eyelids a little when I hear his footsteps go down the stairs, and I lay there staring at the ceiling. He carried me all the way from his cabin a few miles away from here, just to carry me to bed. I feel so safe in his arms, and I wonder if it's the same for him. He protects me like I am his sister, and it makes me feel loved. I'm so glad that I can call Jacob my best friend.