Never again, chapter two: It's not so bad.

If I owned Twilight would I really be writing FanFiction? No. No, I would not.

Saturday morning, Jacob's snores woke me up as usual. He stayed most nights; Jasper never cared. If he did he never said anything. I wondered if I'd be able to sleep properly without him there, his warm body close, breathing out a calming lullaby.

Pushing such thoughts away from my mind, I hopped out of bed to make mine and Jasper's breakfast.

It was a weird routine we'd fallen into on Saturdays. If Jazz wasn't working we'd eat before Jake and tidy up a bit, and some form of brother/sister bonding would take place before 'the turd of a boyfriend', as Jazz referred to him, came and dragged me someplace else. Jake'd wake up around midday and would then eat us out of house and home.

If it was a good day, he'd compliment me between every mouthful, tell me I had an obvious career in food ahead of me. He'd let Jazz wop his ass on the xBox, and on a really good day, he'd play with me and take the ego bashing like a man when I won.

On a bad day… not so much. He'd moan about whatever was in front of him, even though I was always super-careful to make sure anything I gave him was good enough. He'd complain we were boring, so xBox was out the window (literally on one occasion) and we'd get ready to go out. Then he'd go into one of his moods when the weather wouldn't let us.

On a really bad day… meh. It was my fault though. He always had his reasons.

As I walked down the stairs, a strange odour filled my nostrils; getting stronger the closer I got to the kitchen. I heard Jasper's unmistakably calm chuckles and Alice's, I assumed, giggles.

"What the freaking hell?!"

My kitchen was a state. Okay, understatement of the century. Dirty bowls and saucepans scattered every available surface, even the floor. Everything was coated in some form of thick, beige ectoplasm that was yet to be explained to me. Jasper and Alice stood in the middle of it all, shit-eating grins spread across their faces.

"Pancakes!" Alice said, shaking flour out of her short hair as some of the 'pancake' mixture fell from the ceiling onto my head.

Jazz and Alice found that pretty hilarious. Me? Yeah, not so much.

"Jazzy's a great tosser," Alice explained, gesturing towards my hair. Jasper smirked as I started scraping it out. Don't think I missed the innuendo in that.

I took a deep breath and counted to ten as I looked around my now slightly dilapidated kitchen.

"C'mon, lets get this cleared up before Jake…" I trailed off, and started gathering up various kitchen accessories, intent on washing them. Jasper's head snapped up.

"Jacob stayed over? Again?"

Weird. I nodded in Alice's direction as she put away the pancake ingredients. "She stayed over?"

He pretended to whack me with the tea-towel he was using to dry the dishes. "I'm not a seventeen year old little girl, am I?" He said, arching an eyebrow at me.

"Thankfully, Jazz, I'm not a twenty-five year old man." I snickered. I didn't need this conversation at 8.45am on a Saturday morning. Jasper seemed sidetracked.

"Twenty-five's not that old," he didn't sound too sure.

"It means that if you ever went on Xfactor you'd be in the Over 25s category rather than the Boys," I pointed out.

"Good God. You're right." Jasper threw down the tea-towel in a flurry and ran from the room, uttering half-mumbles of grey hair and saggy butts.

I rested my head on the counter I had been cleaning. I really was related to some freaks.

"What the hell jumped up his ass?"

I swirled around, and Jake was standing in the doorway, shirtless. Oh, God, why? Shirtless Jacob really was my only weakness. It had to be illegal for abs to be that toned.

"Hey, baby," I simpered as he pulled me into a hug. Good morning, pecs. "You're up early."

"Hmmm. I had a weird Quileute sensation that I was gonna miss something this morning. Looks like I was right," He gestured around the kitchen.

Crap. Crap. Crap. Just start apologizing in a hasty manner.

"Uhh…yeah...Jake, look, Alice wanted…I mean, they-" He cut me off.

"Hey! I just wanted some pancakes! Is there enough stuff left?"

I blinked at him. That was kinda uncharacteristic for Jacob this early on a Saturday morning.

"I was just about to make some more, Alice's is kinda…" He pressed his lips to mine.

"Perfect. I'll get dressed," he kissed each of my cheeks, then my forehead, then my nose, and finally my lips one more time before turning around and leaving me alone in the kitchen.

Okaaaaaaaay.

So today was a good day. Today was a really good day.

"No! I pounded you into the ground!"

Jacob laughed. "Be serious, please. We all know I won."

"You couldn't beat me if I had my hands tied behind my back and Alice pole dancing right in front of me!" Jasper retorted.

I rolled my eyes. The day had been amazing, just hanging out around the house, like old times. After dinner, Jasper had suggested a Call Of Duty marathon, and a predictable war had erupted between my two favourite soldiers.

"Rematch. Now!"

"No."

"Ha, just 'cos you know I'll win, like last time!"

"No, because I can't be bothered wasting any more of my time playing your childish game, kid." Jasper plonked down on the couch next to me and put his feet up on the coffee table.

"It's your freaking game!"

Alice had had enough. She threw down her issue of Vogue and yelled "Girls! You're both pretty! Jasper, I swear to God if this doesn't end right this second, you are grounded for two weeks." She glared at him menacingly.

Jasper's eyebrow went up. "You wouldn't."

"You really wanna make that bet, dickhead?"

Jasper shot up of the sofa, scooped Alice up into his arms. "I'm sorry, sweetie." He ran from the room, Alice giggling hysterically. "Don't wait up, kids!" He called as they clamoured noisily up the stairs.

"God, they're like rabbits, I swear." I muttered, climbing onto Jake's lap.

"I know," He said in a disgusted voice. "I sleep in the next room."

I laughed. We stayed like that for a while, cuddled up on the shabby couch. It was nice. I didn't feel uncomfortable, like other times I'd been this close to him.

"Bella?" He asked in a small voice.

"Hmmm?"

"You wanna…?

"What?! Here?!"

"Well, this is where the xBox is… so yeah," He grinned.

Oh. Right. C.O.D.

"You might've beaten Jazz, but you ain't got no chance with me!" He laughed his warm laugh and handed me the controller, and suddenly we were blowing lots of shit up. Fun times.

Okay, second chapter! So, Jacob's not so bad after all. Yay! But will it last?

So this story's gonna be lemonless, but there will be some fairly sour remarks and such, seeing as my mind is slightly perverted. :-P

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