I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
~Roy Croft~

Hold on, to me as we go
As we roll down this unfamiliar road
And although this wave is stringing us along
Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm going to make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm going to make this place your home

Settle down, it'll all be clear
Don't pay no mind to the demons
They fill you with fear
The trouble it might drag you down
If you get lost, you can always be found

Just know you're not alone
Cause I'm going to make this place your home

~Home~
Philip Phillips

"You really don't have to do this, Anna."

I smiled, running a hand through my hair as I pushed Billy further down the pristine white floors of the supermarket - my eye on the countless shampoos that we had to pick from. "I know I don't."

Yes, Anna, why are we doing this?

Shut up, conscience, before I fuck you up.

"So, what do you usually get?" I asked, curiosity spiking my voice as I wondered what Shampoo made Jake's hair so undeniably beautiful.

It was better than my hair.

I don't even know what he does.

That's because he won't tell you.

I'm sure he will …. If I ever asked him.

I know how he gets it that amazing.

That … lickable.

Okay, what?

Did you just say … lickable?

I have a ... Fetish, I suppose we can call it.

You like to lick hair! Ho-how is that even possible? Sure, I knew there was fetishes for like ears and toes and I'm assuming placenta because I've heard some people like to eat that shit, but hair? You like to lick .. hair? How in the hell are we even sharing the same brain, you know, I seriously am beginning to wonder if you are a tumour that ahs lodged itself upon my brain and is soon going to kill me because you're seriously … fucked up.

So, so fucked up.

"Anna?"

Snapping me out of my haze of insanity, and thoughts of lethal tumours - I looked down at Billy with my face contorting in confusion as I raised my eyebrows, as if to ask him to repeat what he had just said. "Sorry, what?"

Billy grinned, and I couldn't help but compare him to a giddy child that was being told of sex for the first time. "I said we usually get the Garnier one."

Garnier - I knew it was Garnier.

No, you didn't!

Shhhh.

I rolled my eyes at myself as I grabbed a couple of Garnier shampoo's and conditioners, giving them to Billy to put in the basket that sat on his lap. "So, how do your parents feel about you spending all this time here?"

I licked my lips, grabbing a few bars of soap as I turned back to Billy - cocking a brow. "I don't know. They always seem to be calling, and I think they know there's, well, something keeping me here."

Billy smiled as we passed through the aisle and into the next one that was fill with cleaning supplies. Silence ensued as we went from aisle to aisle, talking about unimportant things such as the next bon fire, etc, etc.

It was going well.

I mean, we weren't having a deep and meaningful discussion on anything, but, well, it was going well.

"How long are you going to stay here?"

And then he says that.

And a shopping visit ruined by my awkwardness.

I rubbed the back of my neck. "I, well, urgh, well, uhm, I don't know."

And awkward Anna was back.

You know, I really thought awkward Anna had made a retreat back into the deepest pits of my subconsciousness but nope, here she is, making her presence known to the world by stuttering and fidgeting on and easy and simple question.

Ah, fuck.

Yes.

Ah, fuck.

Billy let out a bellowing laugh and I felt my cheeks flush, making me resemble a tomato in every sense as I kind of just stood there - by the dog food.

Wait, why the fuck are we near the dog food.

Jacobs dinner?

You're so funny.

Well, I do try.

Please, try not to.

"I really, honestly, don't know," I murmured as I pushed Billy to the butchers were I basically order everything in triple.

"Well, do you expect to stay?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe, yes, I-no, yes, Argh, I don't know!"

Billy chucked. "Then what do you expect to do about school?"

I raised my eyebrows, confused by the question. Surely Jake had told Billy that I had graduated? I turned around to face Billy, putting the chicken in the basket and I put the stray hairs behind my ears as I sighed. "I graduated, Billy, I thought Jake would have told you."

Billy smiled. "I know, Anna, I'm talking about College."

College?

I turned back to the aisle as I got another chicken, and I felt my heart plummet as I thought of College - a thing that my parents would have been all to happy to push me into. Yet I didn't know what I wanted to do, really, I knew nothing of my future education, as my father called it. Thinking about it now, I had left my parents with so many un answered questions when I came to Forks - I mean, I was in the middle of filling out applications when I kind of … freaked out, if that's what you can call it.

Okay, so I kind of had a bit of a breakdown.

So, a normal day for you then?

I felt a smile spread over my lips as my face contorted in amusement as I let out a laugh, surprising myself by the sound. I couldn't believe that I hadn't thought about it in so long, something that used to occupy my mind so much yet I hadn't thought about it for … months.

Ever since Jacob.

He's fixed you.

I smiled.

Or maybe he's just taken my mind off of it.

I sighed, turning around. "College isn't for me. It hasn't been in a long time."

Billy cocked a brow, and I could tell that he was curious to why my tone seemed to be dismissing the subject and I grabbed a hold of the wheelchair as I wheeled him into the frozen food section, and I opened the door to get a couple of frozen meals, you know, just in case Billy didn't feel like cooking.

"Why don't you tell me about it?" He asked, and I turned around.

"Why don't we go get some booze," I quickly replied, and I pushed him to the alcohol aisle.

Billy grabbed my hand, his eyes soft in concern - the brown that swirled in Jacobs irresistible orbs detectable in Billy's concerned eyes, and for a moment - just a moment - I felt as Jake was the one speaking to me, beseeching me to tell him what had happened.

Do you want to talk about it?

No. I don't want to talk about College.

Really, I'm surprised it hasn't come up already.

"Anna," Billy murmured, his eyes pleading. "What I have learnt in my life is that it's better to tell people about what we think before said are people are no longer there to listen."

I cocked a brow. "Are you implying you're on your way to death, Billy?"

He laughed, patting his beer belly. "Well, let's just say I'm closer to death than you are."

I smiled. "What? You're older than me! How did I not know about this!"

He bellowingly laughed, in a Jacob sort of laugh, and I wheeled him to the cashier and she boredly scanned all the items - her eyes flickering from each item to Billy and me in distaste, as if she couldn't believe that we were together.

Once she had bagged everything, Billy took his share of the bags to the car when the girl grabbed my arm - her eyes narrowing. "You're sick."

My eyebrows shot up as I turned to look at her, outrage fuelling through me. "What!"

"Making that old man think you're in love with him is disgusting," She said, shaking her head. "You're such a gold digger."

Me?

A gold digger.

….

Digging for Billy's gold?

I could help it.

I laughed for ten minutes.

Eventually, Billy wheeled back in to ask me what the hell was I doing. When he saw me laughing, however, he seemed to understand that it was one of those days and he rolled his eyes, going back out to the car and I stumbled to follow him - still giggling underneath my breath, even when I was sitting in Billy's truck.

Unloading the truck when we got to Billy's house, I stocked Billy's cabinets with the grocery's before going into Jakes room where he slept. I felt a smile involuntarily spread across my face as I sat down on his bed, putting my hand on his chest as the sound of his breathing picked up just from my touch and I sighed as the warmth that radiated from him, and his atmosphere spread to me and I, almost in an instant, became aware of how cold I was when I wasn't with him.

I looked around his room, looking to the pictures that were on the wall and I stood from the bed, my eyebrows furrowing as I saw the photos; some of Jake before he had phased, with Quil and Embry whom were almost unrecognisable. Jake seemed so much smaller, and younger then he had ever seemed to me - he seemed so much more innocent as he laughed with his friends in his shed, his eyes light and happy.

He seemed … carefree.

My eyes travelled over to the other photos on the wall, and I couldn't help but laugh as I saw a photo of Jake, Rachel and who I'm assuming to be their sister, Rebecca. Rebecca and Rachel seemed like they wanted to be anywhere other than where they were, yet Jake seemed perfectly content with smiling for the camera - his smile large and wide, yet it seemed almost uncomfortable in the presence of his pubescent sisters.

I turned to the other photo that was pinned to corkboard; a photo of Jacob with the entire pack, Emily and Sam at the centre of it - beaming like proud parents while the rest of the boys showed the camera their personalities. Paul, ever the elegant bastard, seemed like he would rather be castrated than pose for a photo while Jared, who stood next to him, beamed a grin that was almost cheeky while he had his arm slung around Kim, who had her eyes lowered and her smile tight as she posed for the camera, her shyness evident.

And then there was Leah, Seth and Embry.

I just had to smile at Seth.

He was just, well, being the big friendly giant he was.

And Jacob.

There was Jacob.

Suddenly, I wondered when this photo was taken because he was not the Jacob I knew; no, he was not the constantly smiling, ever joking man that had made me fall in love with him. Instead, he was a shell of what Jacob is - his eyes had purplish-blackish bruises underneath them and he was not smiling, rather, he seemed like he would rather sulk in his bedroom like a child that had been reprimanded then be with his pack, his family.

He was so different.

He was not Jacob.

Well, not the Jacob I knew.

When my eyes found the next photo, I felt my breath escape me as I saw who was staring back at me. Jacob had his arm on my back, almost comforting me as we both smiled at everyone. I realised it must have been taken at the bon fire that Jake had brought me to, the bonfire which I had thought was a date.

I looked … happy.

With a pinch of awkwardness.

"What are you doing here?"

I turned around as the scratchy, and sleep infused voice broke me out of my musings, and I smiled as I saw Jake staring up at me - a goofy grin on his face as he looked to me, his happiness radiating from him like rays that would radiate from the flames that echoed from the sun itself. "I took your dad grocery shopping. You were starving over here."

His eyebrows furrowed. "You took my dad … shopping?"

I nodded at his slow speech, my eyebrows furrowing as I wondered if that was wrong? Oh, bloody hell - had I done something to a cross an invisible 'line'? Was it too fast in our relationship to take his dad to go get food!

"Why?" I asked, almost curious to why he would be acting so strangely to this. "Is that … wrong?"

Jake grabbed me by the waist, and I yelped - surprised as he beamed up at me, crushing his lips to mine in a swift action. I fell into the kiss easily, loosing myself as I clutched at Jakes dishevelled sleep hair, that, may I add, was still fucking perfect.

Fucking Garnier.

Jakes hold on me tightened as the kiss, if possible, deepened into the pits of serendipity and I moaned against his lips as he pulled me onto the bed, flipping me so I lay underneath him and I laughed uncontrollably as my head smashed against the wall - Jakes lips becoming so confused that they found my ear and I laughed again as Jake laughed, his whole body vibrating against mine as we both laughed at our awkward attempt to be 'passionate'.

Jake traced my cheekbones, and I smiled as I ran my hands through his hair, making a small noise as I breathed in his pine forest scent. "I love you."

I smiled, capturing his lips in mine when I felt a certain … presence pressing against my thigh and I bit my lip as I saw Jakes cheeks redden before I cocked a brow. "I'm guessing you're awake now, then, huh?"

He chuckled. "I'm always awake around you,"

"I'm glad you're so corny, Tarzan." I murmured, staring up at him as I started kissing his neck, and his jawline - before going lower.

And lower.

Just go lower - LOWER ALREADY!

Not … that much lower, if you know what I mean.

I heard Jakes breath hitch in the back of his throat, and I could feel his heart pummel against his chest as my hands trailed down his torso, tracing every line and muscle that was on my boyfriends stomach. "An-na," He groaned as I reached the small hairs that trailed from his belly button to his, well, his … penis.

And then I laughed.

I slid my hand back up his chest, and placed my slender hands there - smiling as I kissed his cheek before I pushed him off of me. His facial expression hadn't changed, and I had to hold back my laughter as his eyes remained closed. I leant over to him, my lips by his ear as I cupped his opposite cheek. "I'll leave you to finish up, okay?"

I laughed as I went out of Jakes room, closing the door quietly as I felt my face light up in a smile that couldn't be wiped off of my face. I felt like a thirteen year old school girl that just found out what tampons really were and I ran a hand through my hair as I saw Billy watching TV, not removing his eyes from the TV.

I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and my eyebrows furrowed as I quickly flipped it open to see a few missed calls from Charlie.

From … Charlie?

Okay, either he's dying or something's happened.

He hadn't rung me since Jake had, well, gone wolf on his ass and although I had tried to contact him, Bella had reminded me that her father was a supernatural virgin and that she didn't expect him to take everything like she had or I had for that matter, although I don't know why she regarded my reaction as a good one because from what I can remember of that day, when it was revealed that Edmund and his family were, you know, blood sucking monsters.

"I'm just going outside for a second, Billy." I muttered, and he nodded as I closed the door - going down the ramp as my shoes squished against the mud soaked grass as I walked towards Jakes shed, a light rain starting to spit down on the La Push ground as I leant against Jakes shed - flipping open my phone and recalling Charlie.

The phone rang a number of three times before he picked up. "Hello?"

His voice, gruff and almost aspirated, met my ears and I raised my eyes at his voice as I heard the sound of voices in the background, and I prayed to dear god that he was not having an orgy with Sue Clearwater.

Oh, god - what if he had pocket dialled me?

And he was having an … orgy.

Urgh.

Fucking great.

"Charlie," I said, my voice filled with curiosity and I'm pretty sure it must have sounded pretty intimidated a I tried not to think of my Uncle in a sex dungeon, with his police uniform on, while he had a leather mask on while he whipped Sue Clearwater.

I'm going to be sick.

"Oh, urgh, Anna," He said, and I thanked whoever was up in the sky - maybe a leprechaun - that my Uncle Charlie didn't sound like he was cracking a whip while Sue climaxed, or something along those lines.

You have such a dirty mind.

I feel sorry for the time when you mount that beast.

Oh, my holy fuck.

Would you stop distracting me!

"You need to come to home," He said, his voice coming out rushed. "Now. Right, right now."

Home?

I hadn't called Charlies house home in weeks.

But, whatev's.

He might need my advice on something.

I said goodbye to him as I went back into the house, brushing my feet on the mat before I went into Jakes room - shutting the door quietly as he pulled a shirt over his head and he turned around as he saw me, a grin overcoming his features again and I rolled my eyes as I saw him wiggle his eyebrows, his whole body doing a little dance as he made some sort of porn soundtrack with his lips - making rather, well, pornographic symbols with his tongue.

I rolled my eyes again. "No - now can you come back with me to Charlies? He was acting all weird when I talked to him on the phone."

Jake groaned, running his hands down from his face as he followed me out of his room and into the living room and once again, Billy didn't look up from whatever he was watching. Maybe I should get him a girlfriend, I mean, if I got him a girlfriend than he wouldn't be always sitting at home doing nothing. I needed to get him a girlfriend, and if I got him a girlfriend than he would have no more sexual frustrations.

Well, if it still works.

Hang on - why are you so concerned with your boyfriends fathers sexual frustrations?

When I see someone in pain, I have to help.

When did you get this new mantra?

I don't know - after I saved Bella and Nessie's ass.

Wow.

What?

No, don't worry about it - I was just thinking that, you know, if you had this mantra before than maybe, just maybe your hamster may have lived a full life.

Oh, shut the fuck up.

"Can I have breakfast first?" Jake asked as we came into the kitchen, and I cocked a brow, turning to him.

"I can make you breakfast when we get to Charlies," I said, grabbing my bag that I had discarded on the kitchen table and hanging it over my shoulder as it hung to my upper thigh.

By the look on Jacobs face, I let out an aspirated sigh as I pointed to the fridge and took my bag off of my shoulder, putting it back onto the table as I shook my head - wondering when I had become such a push over.

Jake opened the fridge, and his eyes, as if he was a cartoon, widened as he looked at the fridge full of food and then, of about an hour, I watched my boyfriend shovel food into his mouth and down his oesophagus in a way that I had never thought possible by a human being. It was almost like I was watching the animal channel on repeats of the documentaries of lions eating there pray but this - this was so, so much worse than any lion I had ever seen.

Sure, I had seen Jake eat before but I think on those occasions, when he wasn't nearly dying of starvation, he had eaten like a normal person for my benefit so that I wouldn't push him away because I thought he was some form of yetti, yet now that he was in dire need of food to satisfy his needs, he seemed to not even think of what I might think of how he ate.

I cocked my head to the side as he finished the last of the five sandwiches, yes, five toasted sandwiches he made for himself that was stuffed to the brim with eggs, bacon, sausages, tomato's, onions, mushrooms, and some form of sauce that dripped from every small hole of the toast. Of course, being the considerate boyfriend he was - he made sure to offer to make me one of the sandwiches but if I was being honest, I said no because I feared I would go into cardiac arrest from just putting one bite of that sandwich in my mouth.

I really didn't know where all that went.

I really do think he has a bottomless stomach.

That'll be great when we're stuck in a desert, no food or water in sight.

Okay, what?

It's just a situation.

"Jake," I said as he wiped the corners -sorry, who am I kidding myself when I said corners? He had the sauce smeared all over his face like a child that had just planted his face into a bucketful of their breakfast and I watched in curiosity as he looked down to the shirt that he had put on, licking the sauce that had spattered onto his shirt.

Wait, he owns a shirt?

I'm pretty sure we've just entered another stage of our relationship.

Oh, go suck a cock.

I could if I was in control, but, you see, I'm only a figment of your imagination.

Or, well, I'm your libido locked up in the deepest pits of your consciousness.

But let's just call me your conscience.

Okay - I'm cool with that.

But, whatever happens, please, I beg of you, do not become a cricket.

…

What?

"Do you want to go now?" He asked, and I looked up - raising my eyebrows as Jake wiped the sauce all over his top.

I nodded, grabbing my bag. "Sure, jut go change you're shirt."

He looked down at his shirt, sighing as he muttered profanities beneath his breath and he went back into his bedroom - taking off his shirt in the process and I cocked a brow as I felt my conscience go crazy as Jake, not bothering to close his door - turned back to me as he grabbed a shirt from his draws as he smiled, showing off his rippled torso and I rolled my eyes as I tried to control my ovaries from overreacting and making everything a bit more, well, wet.

Jake came jogging out, yelling to Billy that we were going to Charlies and he mumbled a response as Jake grabbed my hand, pulling me out to my car and I looked into my bag, rummaging through it as I tried to find my keys. We had stopped in front of my car, and like always - it seemed my bag, in this instant, had become a black hole filled with useless crap that I would never need nor have ever needed in my whole life yet, due to this, all of these thing still have ended up in the deepest pits of my bag and in extension, blocking me from reaching my keys.

I looked up as I found my keys, smiling in triumph as I looked to Jacob - the smiled slipping from my face as I saw Jakes large hands touching the huge dent that was in the hood of my car and I wondered how my car had not sustained more injuries when I had hit the cow that had turned out, not to be the nudist as I thought, but my soul mate.

That was a weird day.

A very weird day.

"Jake," I murmured as I put my hand on his arm, and he turned back to look at me - as if he was off in a different place and I raised my eyebrows at him as I smiled softly.

He looked to me as if he wasn't expecting me to be there, and he wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he pulled me to him, his head going back to look at the huge dent as his hand went pout and traced the huge dent that had caused me so much havoc when I had first came to forks, yet, in almost a strange way - it was the reason I stayed.

"I was just thinking," He murmured into my hair, and I looked up to him as I put a hand on his chest.

"Do you want to tell me what about?" I said quietly, and he turned to me - kissing the crown of my head as he grabbed my keys, to my dismay.

"Just about what my life was like," He said as we got into the car, and he grabbed my hand - squeezing. "I love you."

I smiled. "Ditto, Tarzan."

The ride to forks was one filled with laughter - Jake thought it would be funny if he told me what Seth had walked into the other day, and how when they were on patrol together, Jake had to relive what Seth had seen. Apparently, when Seth had came home on Tuesday, he had heard noises in his moms room and BAM! Walked in on Sue Clearwater being humped by my dear awkward Uncle.

Yeah, they were really going at it like rabbits.

Poor Seth.

"He's traumatized, I'm telling you." Jake said with a laugh, and I licked my lips as I looked up at Jake.

"Jake, can I ask you something?" I asked as we passed the 'Welcome to La Push' sign, and he nodded. "Do you think you're going to go back to Sam's pack?"

Jake looked to me, surprised that I had asked him, and only with my reminder did he look back to the road. "Urgh, I don't know."

I nodded. "I know you broke with them for me, and Bella - but they're your family, Jake, and you need them as much as they need you."

"I know- I know they're my family," He said, and I bit my lip to hide my smile. "But you don't know what I said to them, Anna."

I grabbed Jakes hand, trying to soothe him. "Jake, they'll understand now that everything's, well, smoothed out. They can't touch Nessie - not when I'm around her, and they know that."

Jake gripped at the steering wheel, his whole body going rigid as his jaw locked. "I don't care about that …. thing."

I had to hold back my sneer.

"She's a baby, Jacob," I hissed, shaking my head. "You've seen her, Jake, you can't say that."

I heard him intake her breath. "I can say whatever I want about that thing! She's not even alive!"

And then I hit him.

I can safely say the trip back was silent.

I felt my hand pulse unnaturally as I tried to hold in my tears as I felt the pain ripple through my hand as I cradled it, wiping away the tears that dropped from my eyes, and I looked out the window as I tried to ignore Jakes attempts to see my hand. I readily anticipated when I saw Charlie's house, a house in which I had dreaded seeing only a couple of months ago.

When the car stopped, I grabbed my bag and slammed the door, jumping up the porch stairs as I ignored Jacobs attempts to apologise to me and I opened the door, dropping my bag on the floor. "Charlie? I'm here - what did you want!"

I rounded the corner to the living room, and stopped dead in my tracks at who I saw.

My parents.

"Anna, would you please just stop," Jake said as he followed me into the house. "Please, let me look at your hand -"

Silence.

Ah, we're fucked.

Heres another chapter for you all,

Okay, so because you guys are brilliant I'd thought I'd give you something to look forward to - I am planning for this story to at least, have another forty or so chapters, as it will follow the whole volturi shiznit and whatnot, but I am not planning a sequel with these direct characters. But, like I said, Once I also said that this story was probably only going to have forty chapters and since we've passed that, I'm re-evaluating how long this story is going to go for, but I'm pretty sure another twenty-forty chapters is garanteed.

Anyho, how do you think of the Parents making their entrance? Please, someone tell me if Im wrong, but have I mentioned their names before in the story because If I have, if someone could alet me - that would be amazing because although I love my story, when i read it back I am so critical you would think I would be reading a story I hate.

Also, the next few chapters will be a bit more focused on the relationship between Jacob and Anna, while also being about, I think the parents and mending the relationship between Jacob and the pack.

Oh, and in the next few months - prepare to be introduced to another, or maybe a few, more imprinting stories where one is definately going to be a Jacob X OC but I can garantee that it'll probably not be as 'anna-ry' as this one.

So, stay tuned for the next chapter!

And thank you guys for your reviews, I love them - they bring a smile to my face each and every time.

So, please, continue doing it!

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