Ta da! Here I am again! Back with the "obvious cliffhanger version 2.0"

13. Back Together

"Jacob!" I screamed when I turned around. He was there! In the flesh!

I ran into his arms and he kissed my forehead before kissing my lips.

"How did you— Wait don't you—?" Once again, I was at a loss for words.

"I got you good, didn't I?" he said proudly with a smug smile.

"You arse!" I slapped his arm with all the force I could muster.

"Ow! What was that for?" he asked. Wow, I was really changing. I never made him say ow before. "Wow, you're speaking British already."

"For one, for letting me think that you couldn't come, making me sulk for nothing and for almost making me ruin a good set of drums and for two, thanks," I said with a mock smile.

"We'll catch up later, okay?" Jacob said. "Right now, you've got a show a show to go back to."

"Oh yeah." I'd almost forgotten I kissed him one long second on the lips and went back onstage.

"Good luck!"

By seven-thirty, the concert was over. Time for the after-party!

Aunt Alice dressed me in a hyacinth blue cocktail dress and royal blue stilettos. I couldn't keep my arms off Jacob the rest of the night.

"Hey, congrats!" Caleb greeted me with a hug.

"Thanks so much for making it happen!" I said. "Oh, and by the way, this is Jacob." The two boys shook hands and I could tell that Caleb was trying as hard as he could to hide his fear. I could see a tiny lump forming in his throat.

"Nice to meet you," Caleb said.

"You, too."

"So this is the guy you cried over in the lounge," he said, keeping everything light.

"Cale!" I groaned. Jacob sniggered.

"You cried because of me?"

"Of course! I missed you so much!" The three of us laughed heartily. I could tell my boys would get along well.

"You were awesome back there, hon!" Jacob said later that night when we were in bed. He pulled me closer in his arms. "Whoa, you're feeling a bit . . . chilly."

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Dad thinks I'm turning into a vampire. A mature one," I explained. "He and Daddy Carlisle are running a few tests, so we still can't be sure."

"So that's why you're not asleep yet," he said with a huge yawn. "I thought that after that party you'd be knocked out in the car."

I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I only need a couple of hours now," I said. "But you still need eight."

He gave another huge yawn that made him look so much like a puppy. "Oh, well."

"Sleep," I ordered.

"Not here, your Dad will kill me. Not to mention your Mom . . ."

"It's fine, Jake. They trust me."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"You better be, because when Edward or Bella storms in here and asks me to leave . . . I'm . . . not . . . going . . ." and with that, he closed his eyes and began snoring.

"You're such a dog," I muttered to no one in particular. I snuggled closer to his warm body and closed my eyes. I might fall asleep with his arms around me.

In the morning, I woke up before Jacob. It took a solid two hours more for him to wake up. What did I do while waiting? Nothing.

"Wow," he exclaimed groggily. "I'm still alive."

"I told you so," I said to him. We went together to the kitchen for breakfast.

"So, what do we do today? He asked.

"I want to take you to the studio. We're not starting recording yet, though," I replied. "Then the three of us are going to Teen Vogue for a photo shoot—"

"Wait, the three of us?"

"Caleb's coming of course," I said."Oh."

"Since we can't all fit in the Volvo in case we had to travel altogether, Aunt Rosalie brought her convertible. We rode that to the studio.

Jacob's about to get a taste of my new life.

Ha ha. i was lucky enough to sneak a chapter on the computer. the thesis proposal was half-rejected so we had to do it over. and when i was done, this came out!