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I could not understand why she liked it so much. The rain. When we were in her room packing for her to leave and she mournfully threw all her tank tops into a pile to give to me, she said that she hated Forks because of the rain. Now, on the phone when I called her in response to the wedding invitation, she sounded like the rain was the greatest thing since…well Edward Cullen, her fiancé. For being so against marriage at a young age, Aunt Rene and my mother sure were exited about this wedding. So much so, that we were flying in two weeks early in order to help out. Edward/Bella, Jacob/OC

I can't stop writing. It's boardering on obessive.

7. Touch

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I awoke to someone brushing my hair off my forehead. I did not have to open my eyes to know who it was. The warm hand and the scent gave it all away.

Jacob has this strange scent, you know. I had noticed it before. It's not wet dog or anything, but it's dusty and earthy, like the forest. There is even a hint of pine. Also...something else that I can't explain. A guy smell. It smelt nice. I loved it and I would, should, be the only one close enough to him to ever smell it.

The fingers traveled over my face and down the bridge of my nose. They lingered on my lips and I had to force myself not to twitch and give myself away. He moved up my jaw and to my ear. That tickled and I giggled and cringed, giving away the fact that I was awake.

I opened my eyes to find him grinning down at me. "Afternoon," he greeted.

I glanced at the clock and it read twelve noon. I had been asleep for sometime.

"You were asleep when I came in. You were so cute." His eyes were strangely intense for someone who had stayed up half the night and I don't think cute would have been the word I would have chosen.

I had lost my blankets somehow and I slept in a low cut top that had ridden up my stomach. Not my fault, I wasn't paying attention to things when I packed and how was I supposed to know I'd have a horny teenaged werewolf in my room anyway.

I snorted at his words and grabbed my sweatshirt from the foot of the bed, pulling it over my head. He pouted a little, but grinned.

"What do you want to do today?" he asked. "I hear dating is an important part of a life long relationship."

I laughed. "Funny, I've heard that too. How about hiking? I haven't been yet. Or is it to dangerous?"

"Not with me."

"Cool," I said standing up.

Jacob had been sitting in the rocking chair.

"It smells like the leech," he muttered, getting to his feet.

We fell silent. In all the joy of the whole imprinting thing, I had forgotten that Bella was scheduled for her change tonight.

"Have you heard from them?" he asked softly.

"Not a word," I murmured.

He pulled me into a hug. It was nice, having someone who understood so close and so ready to make sure I felt better. I knew he was hurting too. I could tell my how tense his muscles were against my body. It was as if he had tensed them to keep them from failing on him.

"This is a sucky way to find out that life isn't fair. I would have much rather been refused the permission to go to a party."

Jacob laughed a little and it caused my hair to brush my face. My greasy hair. I pulled away from his suddenly and grabbed jeans and a dark red sweater out of my suitcase.

"I feel gross. I need shower. Wait here."

He opened his mouth, probably to say a crude remark, but thought better of it. "Hurry back."

I showered and changed quickly, before running back to my room, and toweling my hair dry. Jacob was flipping through my ipod, one of the buds in his ear.

He watched me as I shuffled around, searching for my hairbrush. I sat on the edge of the bed and began to brush through the dark, bushy, mess. I didn't have time to straighten it like I normally did, so curly would have to do.

"You have curly hair," Jacob said when I put my brush away.

I wrinkled my nose. "Don't remind me."

"I like it," he shrugged, putting the ipod down on the desk. "Ready to go?"

I nodded and gathered my hair into a ponytail. "Let's go."

Jacob kept his arm around me the whole walk. It made going to fast and far very hard, but really, I was beyond caring. He was warm and I could feel his heart beating against his ribs in comforting steady beat. It sounded faster then any heartbeat I had ever heard, but I wasn't sure if it was because of me or because he just had a higher heart rate like he had a temperature. It was probably the temperature thing.

He shifted a little, startling me out of my thoughts. I looked up at him.


"Do you know what time it will happen?"

He had been brooding on this, obviously. His mouth was set in a thin line and I could see the muscles in his jaw twitching. It took me a second to remember what he was talking about.

"I don't know," I said finally, looking down at the path.

Jacob sighed and glanced at the sky. "It's going to rain. Let's head back. Emily's making steaks for dinner."

I blinked and thought about the boys and piles of red meat. "I don't eat meat..." I finally said.

"Really?" He sounded surprised. "I didn't know that." Jacob frowned. "I don't know a lot of things about you," he muttered.

I linked my arm through his and turned us around to head back to the car. "You'll learn."

He smiled a little and pulled me closer. I felt his lips press against my temple and I smiled.

The dinner was just how I expected it to be: loud, messy and frightening. Emily had made a gigantic salad, for me, which made the boy happy because that meant more meat for them. I had a need to duck and cover numerous times.

After I helped Emily clean up Jacob took me to his house. Billy was in the kitchen, but he barely glanced at us. As we headed into Jacob's room his called: "Leave the door open!"

Jacob did what he was told as I flopped down on the bed and put my arm over my head.

I felt a lot of weight next to me and I moved my arm away to look at him. He had propped himself up on one elbow and was staring at me. His finger twitched a little, before he reached over and traced my face again.



Before I could say anything my cell phone rang. I pulled it out of my jacket pocket and looked at the number. I did not recognize it.