Jacob laid next to me, a thin sheet over our bodies that were sheened with sweat. "That was nice," I told him, pressing a kiss to his chest as his arms tightened around me.

"Yeah, it was."

"You said you'd done it before?"

"Uh, yeah. Only once though."

"Who was she?"

"A girl I went to school with. Alexa. We were in 9th grade. It was right before Bella showed up."

"Was she important?"

"Why are you asking me all these questions? She's nothing to me now."

"I'm just curious. I want to know more about you, is that a crime?" He sighed heavily from under me.

"We dated for a couple months."

"Did you love her?" I found myself asking.

"Fuck, Anja, I don't know."

"I won't be mad if you did," I shrugged, looking up at him.

"I don't think so," he admitted. "It was a long time ago."

"Three years."

"A long three years."

"What about your boyfriends?" He asked suddenly.

"What?"

"Your exes. Bella told me you had a couple."

"Two, thank you."

"Well, what were they like?" I only sighed. "I told you about Alexa, return the favor at least.

"Okay, uh, there was Seth. I dated him off and on for awhile. If you even want to call it that. From 7th to 9th and he was pretty fucking awful to me," I admitted with a shrug. "I broke up with him in 9th for a kid, believe it or not, named Jacob."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"No. Stop it," I laughed at him.

"I'm serious. He was Native American too but it didn't show. He was super white."

"That's ridiculous. What happened to him?"

"He was nice. He sent me good morning and goodnight text messages. We got emotionally involved very fast and we shouldn't have at 14 and 15. He was a nice change, you know? I was with Seth and he treated me like trash. Jacob made me feel like a princess. We dated for six months and then he moved back to North Carolina and we broke up. I spent the rest of that year and last year wallowing over him."

"Did you love them?"

"I don't think I ever loved Seth. I think I was just very intrigued by the act of loving someone and Seth was just the person who happened to be there. " I glanced down at Jacob's chest, my hand resting against his heart. "Jacob, though. I loved him. I loved him a lot for six months. Too much, probably. I thought very highly of him and had a tendency to over glorify him."

"So what is this? The question game again? But more intense?"

"We can do that, yeah," I laughed, craning my neck to look up at him.

"It's your turn then," he told me, kissing my nose softly.

"W-What was your mom like?" I saw a flash of something in his eyes and opened my mouth to change my question but he cut me off.

"She was amazing," Jacob said softly, reaching up to run his fingers through my hair. "She would have love you. She was beautiful and caring. She died in a car accident when I was nine," he said softly.

"I know. I remember Charlie telling me. I think Mom sent flowers to the funeral."

"Bright yellow daffodils and babies breath. I remember."

"How do you remember that?"

"Some things are worth remembering," Jacob told me softly, turning to press a kiss to my forehead, his lips lingering for a second.

"Did you have a crush on me?" Jacob rolled his eyes. "Oh my god! You did! You had a crush on me all those years ago! That's so embarrassing!"

"We're dating, you fucking dork. And that counted as a question."

"Bullshit! You didn't answer it!"

"Okay, okay. Fine. I did."

"You're so lame!" I screeched with a laugh, cringing away when he pinched at my sides.

"What happened to your parents?" Jacob asked quietly.

"Ah, I knew that was going to come up," I sighed softly, looking anywhere but Jacob. "Um, my parents met when they were young. That got married quick and mom got pregnant quick. Mom's parents were Catholic. After Bella things got bad and they didn't believe in divorce. They had me in hopes that I could help fix everything but after a couple months mom just realized it wasn't working and dipped out."

"She just left him like that?" I nodded.

"We went back a forth between Arizona and here but Bella got really tired of it and she put her foot down. Made him meet us in California for two weeks. Charlie and I suffered, but Bella enjoyed herself. That's all the mattered to Charlie. He would bend over backwards for us. He didn't care where we were as long as we were with him."

"That's kind of his job, babe."

"No, I know, but most parents would be like 'I'm not going to cater to your needs and go to a different state so I can have my visitation," I shrugged. "Bella didn't really like dad. I don't know if Mom had something to do with it, but it felt like she always tried to make me hate him. To be honest, after living with him I feel like they're the same person sometimes and Bella just doesn't like to see herself, you know?" Jacob nodded. "I don't want to play this anymore, the questions are downers," I huffed, literally rolling out of bed and going to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of underwear and Jacob's shirt as I went.

"Did you take it already?" Jacob shouted at me. "Christ Almighty, Anja, it's impossible to wear a shirt around you."

"Maybe that's how I want it," I grinned at him, leaping away when he let out a growl and lunged towards me.

"You're impossible," he mumbled as I pulled open the door, listening to him flop against the bed.

"I could say the same about you," I called back, making my way down the hallway and down the stairs. "Are you hungry?" I heard audible footsteps behind me. "Right, you're always hungry. Stupid question." I sighed, turning around to face him. "Order some Chinese?" I asked him nicely.

"You need to learn how to order your own food," he muttered, fishing around for his phone.

"Why order my own food when I have a perfectly capable, strong, and caring boyfriend to do it for me?" Jacob only rolled his eyes, dialing the number for the Chinese food place as I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and snuggling into his warm chest as he leaned against the counter. The arm that wasn't holding the phone went around my shoulders, rubbing small circles into my shoulder with my thumb.

"They'll be here in 30 minutes, apparently," he said after placing an order, leaving his phone on the counter and wrapping the other arm around my shoulders, holding me close to him. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, you know that?"

"Hm, the internet is the best thing that's ever happened to me," I smiled, looking up at him to find him frowning down at me, "but you're a close second."

"Thanks, I appreciate it," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You're horrible to me, you know that?"

"Yeah, well, I'm a bitch. What else is new?" I teased, pressing a kiss to his chest.

Jacob and I went into the living room, slumping onto the sofa together and curling into his side. He was warm. Very warm. We watched TV until the doorbell rang and Jacob moved me from him, catching my wallet that I'd gotten off the coffee table to throw at him as he went to answer the door. "Hi."

"Hi," Jacob greeted. "20.50, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, here's 30. Keep the change. It's my girlfriend's money, anyways," Jacob said to the delivery man who laughed in response.

"Thanks, man. And good luck trying to explain that."

"Have a good night," Jacob told him.

"Thanks, you too," and the door shut.

"Fuck you, Jacob," I laughed at him. "Cheeky son of a bitch," I threw a pillow at him, following after him and grabbing my food.

The two of us settled into the sofa, turning on the TV and switching through the stations, letting Jacob decide on some weird Clint Eastwood movie. "You can't honestly tell me you've never seen a Western."

"I have," I nodded, "I just don't want to remember it."

"Why do you say it like that?"

"When I was younger my Mom used to drop Bella and I off with our Great Grandfather. He was old, and slightly senile and he liked to spend his time telling us about the war and watching Westerns. Bella usually left and went and played with the other grandkids, but I always stayed with him. I've seen my fair share of Westerns," I replied easily.

"Did he pass away?" I nodded.

"He and my Great Grandma were together for almost 75 years. My GG died when she was 91. My Grandpa was upset, they put him in the nursing home, and he passed away almost a year later. The Doctors said it was old age but the nurses said for as much as he talked about her...they think it was a broken heart."

"That's pretty intense."

"They were together for 75 years, Jacob. What did you expect?"

"I know, I know. But it just seems like forever, you know? It just makes me think about Bella and Edward, you know? They're actually going to be together forever. That's crazy. They're stuck with one another."

"No, they're married. They chose each other. We're stuck with one another." I felt Jacob tense under me, pulling away from me slightly so he can see me properly.

"Is that how you feel about this? That you're stuck with me?"

"Jacob-"

"No, you said it. You said that we're stuck with one another."

"We are, though. Neither of us had any say in it and we don't have any say in it. It's not normal for me, Jacob. I wasn't brought up with these stories being planted into me. The fact that there are Elder spirits or whatever that just went "Jake and Anja, put them together'...it's ridiculous. I like to think that I've been relatively calm about the whole ordeal, but it's not something I'm used to," I snapped.

Jacob moved to open his mouth but was cut off by his phone ringing. Hands shaking as he answered it. "What?" He snapped into the phone. "Wait, wait, calm down, what's going on, Sam?" Jacob paled visibly, his fingers clenching around the phone. "Right. I got her. We're leaving now," Jacob hung up, shoving his phone into his pocket and turning to me. "Pack your shit," he snarled at me.

I'm so sorry this was so late! I've been super busy with school starting and all that jazz.

Nonetheless, here's chapter nine and I hope to have chapter ten up next Saturday, but if all else fails I'll try and shoot for Sunday!

Thank you guys so much for all of your continuous love and support and I hope to see you Saturday!