A/N Ok, I don't like this chapter much. You'll probably see why when you read it. But, I kind of thought it was a it neccesary. Please just bear with it because its not the best chapter written!! Oh and thank you for the reviews and the people who have favourited this story!! :-D

The next morning I wake up to the smell of burnt toast, and the sound of Toby singing-very badly might I add- along to the radio. I look around his room. It's a tip. Tatty posters decorate the walls and there is about eight cups of old coffee in various places. Clothes-both mine and his- are scattered all over the floor.

I cannot believe what I did last night. It's so unlike me. I mean, two nights ago this guy stood me up. Our first date was yesterday evening.

"Hey, you're awake!" Toby comes in with a plate of toast and a cup of coffee. I eat quickly then pull on my underwear and a t-shirt of his, and scrabble around for my phone, while he's in the shower. I hastily dial Joel.

"Lee? Leah! Where the hell are you?" he yells.

"Shh!" I hiss. "I'm at Toby's-I kind of bumped into him last night and ...er, stayed the night."

"You slept with him?" asked Joel. "Even though he stood you up?"

"He explained why he- look I have to call in sick I just wanted you to know that I'm OK" I whisper.

"Yeah. Fine. Whatever." He says flatly and hangs up.

What is wrong with him? If I didn't know any better I'd say he sounds...jealous? But please that isn't it. For one thing he's been pursuing Melinda Evans for about a million years. I phone work and tell them that I was throwing up all night. They totally don't believe me, probably because it was a big fat lie and I suck at lying, but I couldn't care less.

Toby comes in, damp from his shower. "Are you feeling better after your sickness last night?" he teases then kisses me. I eventually pull away for air and he just laughs.

My shower is soothing. I have a lot to think about. Last night was one of the best nights I've had for ages, but what if Toby dumps me now he's made his conquest?

I decide to go and check out his story, if Ashley really did take a bad turn the other night. If it turns out he lied I don't want to see him again anyway. At least, that's what I tell myself.

"Hey Ashley."

"Hi Leah! How are you?"

I try to smile. She seems fine. Toby must have been lying. I make polite conversation then pluck up the courage to bring up the subject.

"I heard you had a bit of a bad night to nights ago." I say, still hoping.

Her smile drops off her face. "Yeah." She says softly. "Toby told you, didn't he?"

I sit up in surprise. "How do you know that I know Toby?"

She shrugs. "He was in here earlier, raving about you. I think he likes you, you poor sod."

I blush. Could he really like me? My cheeks go even redder as Toby himself walks into the room. He smiles at me. Time to go.

"See you soon Ashley." I mumble and rush out of the room.

"Leah! Leah Clearwater! Stop!"

I stop and turn. Toby's chasing me and yelling down the corridors. Jesus, how embarrassing. He's going to fast and can't stop quickly enough, nearly knocking me over.

"You left quick" he comments. "Have you decided that I'm too bad in bed to know?"

I flush and he laughs.

"I propose a second date" he grins. "Luigi's Wednesday night? Seven sound good?"

A second date leads to a third, which leads to a fourth, which leads to a fifth. I really like Toby. We have a lot of fun. It's nice to be away from all the really serious, intensely passionate relationships up in La Push. Sure imprinting means that you find your soul mate, but it doesn't exactly have the same thrill as a fling does it?

I burst through the front door and straight into Joel.

"'Scuse Joel, I'm running late." I say and push past him.

"Meeting Toby again?" he asks sourly. I halt at his tone and turn around.

"No Grace, actually." I snap. "But, tell me, why it any concern of yours?"

"Well, clearly it's not meant to be!" he snarls."Just the fact that I'm meant to be your best friend and I haven't seen you properly in about three weeks, despite the fact that we live in the same house!"

I stare at him, while he rants.

"I didn't think that you were the type to ditch your friends as soon as you got a boyfriend." He's starting to yell now. "Is that what happened when you starting dating Sam? Did you ditch your friends then too? Maybe if you hadn't and you'd had somebody to talk to when Sam dumped you for Emily, you wouldn't be such a bitter bitch!"

I feel as though I've been punched. I feel winded and my eyes fill with stinging tears. That was across the line. I'm not taking anymore of this shit.

"Don't you dare say that to me Joel Temperton, you stupid bastard!" I shout.

"What's wrong?" he yells. "Afraid of the truth?"

"That's not the truth!" I scream. "I've never really been great at making friends, I've never had many and Sam was the best thing that happened to me! You know how fucked up I got; you helped me come to terms a bit with it! Can I not have a bit of fun after that? You say we're meant to be best friends, well be a fucking friend!"

I storm up to my room and slam the door. Fucking son of a bitch! How the fuck dare he? I kick my chair over.

There's a knock at the door.

"Leah, its Joel."

"Fuck off!" I shout. He comes in anyway.

"I though I just told you to fuck off?"

"Yeah, well, I needed to come in." shrugs Joel. "I'm hardly going to listen to you while you're in crazy bitch mood am I?"

With a shriek of fury I throw whatever I find on my desk at him; a folder, a pen, a very heavy book, a vase of flowers. He dodges them all and I launch myself at him. Somehow he pins me down on the bed. I spit up into his face.

"Oh! Gross! Leah, you disgusting bitch! I came in here to apologise you psycho!"

"You deserve it!" I snap, but the anger's gone. I weakly start to giggle. He laughs too, and we end up crying over who knows what.

He lies next to me on the bed, side by side.

"God, I'm messed up." I mumble. "Sorry."

He chuckles in agreement then takes my hand and grips it. "You wouldn't be the Leah I love if you weren't so messed up."

At his words, especially the word love I feel really weird. My stomach does this odd squeeze, like I'm going to be sick, but I'm not.

He shakes his head then sits up and stretches. He glances at his watch, gives start and jumps to his feet.

"I've got to go." He heads for the door.

I roll off the bed. "Where are you going?"

"To get the men in white coats for you. "He says seriously, and then ducks as I lob a pillow at him.

"Ok, ok!" he holds up his hands in surrender and continues proudly. "I, Joel Temperton, have got a date with the lovely Miss Melinda Evans."

"No way!" I squeak. "She said yes?"

He nods smugly.

"Took you long enough." I snort, to wipe the smirk off his face. "Anyway Joel, you're such a hypocrite. Ditching you best friend to go on a date with Melinda." I shake my head sorrowfully and tut.

"You're meeting Grace." He reminds me. "Anyway I'm late; I got to pick Melinda up. See you later...or not."

"Have fun!" I call after him. I wave at him from my window as he walks down the street. I have that funny twisty feeling again. I think its indigestion.