A/N : Okay, I know I've been gone for a while . I'm so sorry about that, I really am . I don't even have a valid excuse, which makes me feel a lot worse . But enough about me . Anyway, I've decided that I WONT BE POSTING THE NEXT CHAPTER until I have at least 5 more reviews . I mean, I really need it . Even if you don't like it just tell me what you think so that I can try and make it more pleasable, I guess . Really guys, c'mon . I beg you *on my knees begging* . And if you like it TELL ME PLEASE .

Btw, thanks to Yaz for the review . You don't how much it meant to me . I mean, MY FIRST REVIEW EVER ANNNND IT WAS POSITIVE ! *So happy* . And to answer to you I kind of have an idea of what I want to do and where I want to go with this fic and basicly what I can tell you is that this starts months after he met Bella at that Twilight party/bonfire where he tells her a part of the Quileute legends for the first time and his crush for her starts . So basicly that party happened about 3 months ago, in March (literally) . And that's what it is . Jacob only has a crush for Bella and then it eventually go away and well, you know why *wink, wink* .

Okay, I have to admit that I own nothing *cries miserably* EXCEPT Yasmin, Isaiah and the coolest Rock n' Roll dad out there - Joseph .

Enjoy, my loves

Rock, paper, scissors

'' Rock, paper, scissors '' Isaiah and I said in unison .

'' AH ! Scissors cut papeeeeerrr '' Isaiah sang, in the most annoying sing-song voice .
'' Yeah, right . Act cocky all you want, but I'll be kicking your ass if you keep doing it . ''
'' Like you could stop this machine . ''
'' Do not challenge me '' I warned .
'' I can do whatever I want '' he retorted .
'' I am Yasmin Gomes . Argument won . ''
'' And I am ... ''
'' Going to help me with the car repair shop '' dad finished Isaiah's sentence .
'' But I thought you had payed people to help you with that ? '' Isaiah answered, not sure if it was a question or a statement .
'' I did . ''
'' AH ! Get some, ass-hole ! '' I said pointing a finger to Isaiah .
I'm not going to woooooork, I'm not going to woooooork, I'm not going to woo...
'' You are coming too, Yas '' said dad, destroying my inner happiness .
'' What ?! ''
'' You get some, little sister of my heart '' Isaiah said, grinning like the total idiot he was . And still is . But I love him .
'' Enough you too . '' dad ordered . '' Sometimes I don't even know if you two are joking or simply don't have respect for one another . ''
'' We're just joking . You know that, dad ''
'' Yeah '' I agreed .
Dad only rolled his eyes .
'' Well, whatever . Let's go '' he said .
'' Hey Ho ! Let's Go ! '' I and Isaiah sang together .
'' C'mon, Lil' Ramones . Let's check out the shop ''
And we went, like the good kids we were ... Not .

Later that day ...

Dad parked the car in front of a big building that I assumed was the car repair shop . He had said that it was located in one of the main avenues of the town of Forks, so that it was more likely for customers to stop by . Not that the shop had many of them ...
You see, in the short 15 minutes trip from La Push to Forks, dad had told me and Isaiah that he had bought the shop to this guy called John Dowling, or something . Apparently this John had decided to sell the store since he hadn't enough customers to provide him money to pay the bills . Dad said that it was because the price of Dowling's services didn't match the quality . Oh well .
Dad had always had this passion for cars AND motorcycles . Especially the vintage ones . He doesn't show it because he acts all tough and all that crap, but I know that when he sees a vintage car or motocycle he goes all fangirl inside . You can see it through the glow in his eyes . True verdict .
And I have to admit that I go a little fangirl inside too when I see vintage vehicles . Or anything vintage at all . Anything old and retro, vintage-like is p-e-r-f-e-c-t for me . Just saying in case anyone wants to buy me a gift . Just saying .
Anyways, I got out of the car as soon as dad parked - an old habit of mine - and regreted it as soon as I was exposed to the landslide rain of Washington .
Ooooh, fuck .
'' This rain is a bitch, huh, sista' ? '' Isaiah said, handing me an umbrella . Not just an umbrella, my favorite umbrella . My Rolling Stones umbrella .
'' Thanks '' I mumbled .
'' Y'welcome . ''
'' Wow, internet wasn't kidding when it said that it rained like crazy in here '' dad exclaimed .
No shit, Sherlock .
'' You don't say, dad . '' I and Isaiah both replied sarcastically .
We all exchanged glances and then burst out laughing like the crazy family we were .
'' I... I... I swear, '' dad said between gasps and laughter . '' I swear you two are the copy of each other . We gotta go check the birth certificates someday, so that I can be sure that you're not twins . You could have fooled me, your own father ! ''
'' I know, dad . We know '' I said .
We know ...

A/N : Just a lil' family bonding . Want more chapters ? AT LEAST GIMME 5 REVIEWS . Only 5, pleaseeeeee . R&R, R&R, R&R .