"Let's play a game."

"What kind of game?"

"I'll ask you a question and then you can ask me one."

"That doesn't sound like a game."

"Shhh, it is."

"Alright. Do you want to start because you suggested it?" He asked, glancing over to me. I grinned.

"What's your favorite color?"

"You're really wasting your question on that?"

"That was a question, Jacob, not an answer."

"Fine, green, I guess. What's yours?"

"You're really going to waste your question on that?" I mocked, making my voice higher and bitchier.

"Anja…"

"It's teal. Or purple. What's your favorite book?"

"I don't read."

"What?"

"I don't have time and I don't really care. That was two questions."

"Fine, ask me two."

"Why'd you come here? To Forks, I mean."

"Charlie got used to having someone to care for him in the house. I knew when Bella left he'd be lonely. Billy and Sue or not. My Mom has her husband, Phil, but Dad didn't really have anyone to spend Christmas and stuff with. So I came here."

"Why didn't you come here when Bella did?"

"Same reason, I guess. I knew Mom would be upset without her kids so I took online classes and I went and got my GED." He opened his mouth but shut it, knowing it was my turn.

"When was the last time you read a book?"

"I don't know. Why are you so hung up on books?"

"Because it's kinda my job. Do you have any siblings?"

"Two sisters. You'll meet them next week, probably. They're going to be here on summer vacation. They're both in college," he glanced over at me, "You want to come to a bonfire with me next week?"

"What like a date? And yeah, I guess."

"Wasted question," he muttered, laughing at the glare I sent him, "Yeah, like a date. What's your job?"

"I write freelance for blogs and stuff, usually. The only thing that I don't write freelance for is my own blog. A couple of my writer friends and I have a joint blog where we write about what books we've been reading and we take artsy pictures of the book. We've had companies sponsor us before and I have a personal blog where I talk about fashion and whatever I feel like. Companies send me stuff to try and if I like it I'll write about it. A lot of different publishing companies send me new books or prereleases so I can read it, and if I like it I can hype it up on my blog and more people will get it." He opened his mouth to say something but shut it. He was getting better at this. "When's your birthday?"

"January 14th. Yours?"

"May 9th."

"So I'm older than you?"

"Yeah. Two questions."

"Damn it."

"What do you want to watch tonight? And on the way back into town can we stop at the grocery store?"

"Stupid questions. I'm not sure, and yes. I'm hungry," he told me, as we pulled up to a tiny house. "Stay," he ordered, pulling the keys out of the ignition and getting out, walking around the truck to open my door.

"You don't have to open my door, you know?"

"I know. Extra question."

"We're not playing anymore. It's a destination game. Once you get there it's over."

"Uh huh. I think it's over because you fucked up."

"It is not."

"I'm pretty sure it is."

I launched myself at Jacob then, ending up on his back and letting out a pained whimper when my stomach pulled tight and pain shot up it. Jacob had me off his back in an instant, no longer joking and set me on the porch, looking my body over frantically as I clutched my side.

"It's the imprint," Billy said from behind us, I turned so I could see him.

"She's still weak from your little episode. She'll gain her strength back by being with you."

"I'm staying over at her house tonight." Billy nodded.

"For the better. She'll heal faster and the Cullen's won't have a reason to show."

"They won't hurt me, Billy."

"They're vampires, Anja. If you were smart you'd keep your distance."

"They're my family now," I protested, suddenly upset. Jacob shushed his Dad picking me up and carrying me inside and sitting me down on the sofa while he went to get his things, he and his dad mumbling back and forth from Jacob's room at the back of the house.

Before I knew it Jacob was back, a backpack slung over his shoulder and he moved to pick me up, frowning when I stood up, wincing at the pull, which only succeeded in him frowning deeper. I stopped and Jacob scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out to the truck and opening it easily, sitting me inside before going to get in the driver's seat.

"It really never happens," Jacob commented, "Imprints don't get that with one another," he told me, glancing over to me and holding his arm away from his body. "It'll help you feel better," he told me, coaxing me to scoot over to him and press myself into his side, my face pressed against his neck as I breathed his woodsy scent in, his warm arm around me, basically encasing me in a warm cocoon.

"Why did it start hurting all of the sudden?"

"Stuff doesn't magically go away when the imprint comes back. The body doesn't work like that. It probably got bad again because you decided to jump on me," I received a pointed glare, "Just take it easy. You're going to be sore for the next few days but I'll be with you for most of the time."

"Most?"

"We take turns patrolling around La Push, making sure it's safe and everything. It's only for a couple hours at a time. I have four hours at night and four during the day. Sam gave me today off because of you, but tonight after you fall asleep I'll have to slip out for a bit, but I'll be awake before you know I'm gone."

I hummed into his neck, the pain in my stomach going away. "You'll never have to go through that again, I promise. We haven't had that happen in at least a century. I'm going to do whatever it takes to make you trust me, Anja."

We arrived at the grocery store in no time at all. I had a list of things that we needed saved onto my phone seeing as Charlie was gone, but unable to do grocery shopping in any case. We walked in, stopping to grab a cart before we went in, I pushed the cart and Jacob walked next to me, arm over my shoulders.

It was a pretty effective trip. I'd point out things that we needed and he'd grab them for me, throwing whatever he wanted in the cart as we came to it. It didn't take long with the two of us working together and we were out in 45 minutes, loading everything in the truck and going home again.

Unloading the truck was a different story. Jacob carried most of the bags in at once, but I had a specific way of organizing, so I made him go sit so he wasn't in my way. He sat at the table and played Bubble Witch until I was done. I noticed him keep pushing the hair away from his face. It was kinda long. An awkward length that was too long to be short but too short to be long. You know what I mean?

"What's with the hair?"

"It's long. I couldn't cut it when I left and…yeah. We usually keep it short because it's easier in our wolf form. We're less shaggy, you know?"

"I could cut it." Jacob just gave me a blank stare. "Seriously," I told him, going upstairs and grabbing my dad's clipping kit from upstairs and coming back down with it. "What size guard do you usually use?" I watched his pick the one out, and attach it for me while I went into the laundry room and grabbed a towel bring it back for him to thrown over his shoulders. "Ready?"

"I guess, but watch the ears."

"You'll be fine, I promise," I told him as I turned the clippers on and went at it with his hair.

20 minutes later Jacob looked like a real person. You could see his face fine and he seemed much happier with how light it felt. "See? I told you I could do it." He just laughed at me while I wiped his face and neck off with the towel and shook it out of the floor, grabbing the broom and dustpan and having Jacob help me sweep it up. Afterwards he'd gone he examine himself in the mirror.

"It looks good. My head feels a lot lighter."

"Yeah, I mean, there's not much in there to begin with."

"I'd make you pay for that if you weren't healing," He snarled at me, a playful grin on his face.

"So, because I know you're hungry, what do you want to eat?" Jacob just shrugged. "I could order pizza? I don't feel like cooking."

"Yeah, alright. That sounds good."

I called in a delivery for two large pizzas, one meat lovers and the other with mushrooms and black olives. Jacob made a face at me and I stuck my tongue out at him, going upstairs to out on a unicorn onesie Mom got me for Christmas. It was a button up on and it had a hood and a drop crotch and a horn and a tail and it was great.

I skipped back down, dressed in my unicorn getup which only succeeded in making Jacob laugh at me. "I'll have you know that this is all the rage on the Paris Runways."

"I'm sure it is, Anja," Jacob assured me, sitting on the couch heavily and giving me the chance to notice he was wearing a pair of grey sweatpants instead of the jeans he left earlier in.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked, flipping through the channels on TV, pausing when I came across Storage Wars, my all-time guilty pleasure.

"Storage Wars is okay is you want to watch it."

"Are you sure?" I peeked over at him.

"Yeah, go right ahead. I can't say I watch it all the time but it's okay." We got about halfway through the episode when the doorbell rang. I went to grab my wallet but Jacob grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder and ensuring I stayed there with the other and pulled the door open, fishing for his wallet. "What's up, man?"

"Nothing much, just the normal runs. It's $15.27." I heard paper crunching together.

"Damn girlfriend always wants to pay for everything," Jacob commented lightly.

"Does she have a tail?"

"Yeah, she's a unicorn today," Jacob stated as if it was a conversation they were having about the weather.

"The blood is starting to rush to my head," I called to Jacob who set me down immediately but blocked the door with his body and pulled it shut with his foot so I couldn't get through. "Damn it, Jake, you're such a baby."

"Thanks, man. Have a good night," the pizza man said as Jacob balanced the pizzas with one hand, shoving his wallet into his pocket with the other as I dramatically threw myself to the floor.

"Get up or I'll take the toppings off your pizza and eat yours too."

"That's not funny," I pouted, pulling myself off the floor and going to sit next to him, cross-legged on the sofa, our pizza boxes open on the coffee table in front of us. "Shit," I muttered, getting up and going into the kitchen.

"What? Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just forgot to get drinks," I called back, filling his glass up with the Mountain Dew he'd grabbed earlier, I just grabbed my bottle of Lemonade from the fridge and padded into the living room, handing him his glass and blushing when he kissed my cheek.

That night I fell asleep to Storage Wars, laying on the sofa with my feet in Jacob's lap.

When I woke back up I was being picked up and I shrunk into the warmth, waking up to find Jacob carrying me upstairs to my room, I guessed. "What are you doing?" I mumbled, pressing my face into his chest.

"Taking you to bed. I have to go on patrol. I'll be back," he assured me as he put me in bed, covering me up and kissing my forehead.

I fell back asleep almost instantly.

When I woke up again sunshine was streaming through my window and it was enough for me to decide it was okay to get up and get moving. I was going to go running, but remembered yesterday and decided to skip it for a couple more days, opting for a hot shower instead, pulling on a pair of jeans and a Harry Potter t-shirt, brushing up my hair into a bun and skipping downstairs as Jacob walked in, shutting the door behind him.

He looked knackered, the hair he did have was disheveled and he had pretty prominent bags under his eyes. I frowned while I took in his appearance. "Morning," Jacob grunted, letting out a yawn. I frowned more.

"Goodnight." I told him.

"I'm fine. What do you want to do today?"

"Just go to sleep."

"No, I'm fine, really."

"Just got sleep in my bed for a couple hours. It's super comfortable." Jacob just shook his head. "Please?" I pouted, blinking more so my eyes started to water.

"Fine."

"Good! We'll figure out what you're doing when you wake up."

"Okay but-"

"Go to sleep!" I shouted at him, almost throwing a newspaper that was sitting on the table at his head.

Here we go! I updated a little earlier than usual because my friend is coming over tomorrow and stuff. With that being said, that you guys so, so, so much for all of your wonderful reviews and your favorites and your follows. It truly means the world to me.

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