Byron.

Looking at my watch it's about 7:00 am. I know Blaire will kill me for waking up early, but I really want to see my presents. I sat up and stretched my arms out. Getting up I looked down and saw Jacob and Blaire cuddling each other while sleeping.

Did me telling Jacob not to touch my sister go right through his thick ass head? Did him promising me he won't touch my sister mean anything? Angrily I grabbed Jacob's heavy shoulder and pulled him off Blaire.

"Dude what the hell." he yawned looking at me confused.

Next to him Blaire sighed and sat up and hugged her coat closer to her body.

"Who woke me up?" she glared harshly, but I wasn't paying attention.

"Didn't I tell you to stay away from her!?" I yelled in his face anger gushing through me.

"I just fell asleep it was an accident." Jacob sighed looking at me.

"Liar." I spat.

"Listen you know I can't stay away, she's my imprint." he mumbled so only I could hear.

".Isn't." I said slowly, not wanting to believe him.

"Byron he of all people would know." Leah whispered putting her hand on my rigid shoulder.

By now Blaire was fully awake and looking between us.

"What's going on? Oh wait! It's Christmas let me get the gifts." she said popping up.

"I'll go to."Jacob said obviously trying to get away, but you yanked his arm away.

"She's not your imprint, let's make that clear." I growled.

"Byron come on! Don't tell me you haven't seen her take up a good portion of his brain these past few weeks, it's really obvious."Seth who was now awake said agreeing with Jacob.

I don't want this for her. Blaire having to deal with living, maybe even marrying, a monster. She has a temper, and that could cause him to react violently.

"I would never hurt her." Jacob said.

"That's what Sam said to Emily." I scoffed.

For a minute it was silent. Your rage was overwhelming, but you didn't know who you were mad at. Yes Jacob, but why? Am I honestly mad at somebody for unintentionally loving my sister?

"Merry Christmas!" Blaire sang as she came through with an armload of boxes and wasted no time giving everybody one.

Since I'm the brother I naturally got six boxes while Seth, Leah, and Jacob each got smaller boxes.

"Well what are you waiting for? Open them!" she laughed.

"Wow, um what is this stuff?" Leah asked.

"That's a Juicy Couture body set. It has a body wash, lotion, shampoo, and perfume." Blaire answered.

"This smells really good!" she said sniffing the containers.

"Thanks Blaire!" Seth yelled admiring his new Nike's.

"How come you two haven't opened your gifts?" Blaire said now coming over. She took Jacob's box and ripped it open for him revealing an Ed Hardy foodie.

"You really shouldn't have." he said throwing it on.

"I know, but that's what makes me so awesome." she smiled and then turned toward me.

"Well, you going to open them or not?" she laughed and I wasted no time ripping the boxes open. Let me just list what I got:

· A red Apple laptop

· Tickets to a Seattle football game

· New Nike's

· Ed Hardy hat

· Italian leather shoes

"I feel bad I didn't get you anything." I said as I helped pick up the wrapping paper.

"Don't worry, I spent about $1,500 on myself at the mall last week for my gift." she smiled.

Typical girl.

I'm not going to bore you with details of the rest of the day. I basically used my new gifts and talked. We were still outside in the woods but it was probably one of my top Christmas. Well, next to the Christmas where we stayed in Jamaica. But you get the point. Blaire had left about two hours ago and I was drifting off into a sleep.

Jacob had went off to talk to Sam; hopefully we can call this whole thing off.

But in the supernatural world things aren't that easy.

Jacob.

I paced in the same spot as Leah, Seth, and Byron talked happily.

The meeting last night with Sam wasn't the best. We couldn't find any middle ground but they did promise not to attack.

The thing is should I honestly trust people who wanted to attack us in the first place?

"Done pacing yet?" Seth piped up.

"Yeah, listen we can all start going home." I said and a chorus of yeah's and high five's were heard.

"But, we still need shifts…" I said but they looked at me as if expecting a more detailed explanation.

"And..." Byron said moving his hands.

"And they promised not to attack us, but when the baby comes…" I left the statement daggling in the air; they knew what would happen next.

So off I go. After clearing some stuff up with the Cullens I was headed home. Dad greeted me at the door and promised to make his famous fish fry for dinner. The first thing I did was kick off my shoes and take a nice long hit shower. I swear I saw Billy flinch when I got near him.

I couldn't help but have my thoughts drift back to me and Blaire last night. I had opened up, and so had she. So where did this leave us? Surely we were better friends than before. But were we even friends in the first place?

After stepping out the shower Billy called me to the kitchen.

"Jake, I need some flour from the store and the games on do you mind…?

"Sure Dad, I'm on it." I sighed. Going to the grocery store was the last thing I wanted to do. I mean, who wants to go to the grocery store and hear little kids screaming at their Mom for Oreo's?

Since I hadn't been in the car for a while I decided to drive. There was luckily a place right in the front next to the empty handicap parking space.

I grabbed about two bags of chips I'd finish by tonight and headed toward the flour place. When I got there I didn't know that different companies actually made flour. I knew Billy always chose a certain package but what-

"Hey stranger." Blaire chirped in my ear.

"Hey what are you doing here?" I had to ask. What was the fast food queen doing here?

"Okay, I'm not weight obsessed or anything but this morning I tried on my skinny jeans and they didn't fit!"

"Maybe you just grew."

"Please! All my clothes are the same size; I have some custom clothes too. So if none of my clothes fit and I go up a size, I can kiss finding designer brands good bye." she sighed grabbing some bag.

"Wow such a crisis." I said.

"Whatever, what are you looking for." she asked.

"Um, the best flour."

"The best flour?" she said trying to hold in a laugh.

"Shut up and help." I rolled my eyes.

"Here, my mom used this one." she said grabbing a bag with some old wrinkly lady on the cover.

"Thanks."

We walked to the checkout line and out toward the parking lot, where you saw Charlie writing a ticket.

A ticket for a white Range Rover.

"Hey!" Blaire exclaimed walking faster toward her car.

"Mrs. is this car?" he asked not noticing me yet.

"Obviously, why do you think I ran over here." she said sarcastically.

"I don't need you tone youn- Hello Jacob." he smiled at me and Blaire looked between us.

"Is a ticket necessary?" Blaire asked and I now saw she was parked in the handicap parking space.

"Yes, $220 fine. Since your obviously not handicap, it's not fair to others."

"Oh come on! Nobody here is handicap anyway! And there are like ten other places to park!" Blaire exclaimed as Charlie handed her the ticket.

"Well you do the crime you pay the fine." he shrugged.

"How long did that take you to write?" Blaire shot back bitter.

"See you later Jacob." he waved.

"Bye." I waved back. I turned toward Blaire who was looking over the ticket and rolling her eyes.

"Whatever. Bye Jake." she said and started the car, leaving me to go to mine.