Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. It rightfully belongs to Stephenie Meyer.

It was another ordinary summer day in West Yellowstone, Montana. And it was going to be another ordinary summer night in West Yellowstone, Montana; cold, and possibly rainy, making it all the more colder. Me? Well, I'm just another ordinary sixteen year old girl. Okay, so maybe I'm not so ordinary. I was emancipated as soon as I turned sixteen, and I'd had a stable job at McDonalds since I was fifteen. I live in my Uncle Joe's camp trailer, which is lucky for me. I don't have to pay a dime to live there, just food expenses and that's it. Being Uncle Joe's favorite niece paid off in the end. I do have my own car--thank god for Uncle Joe--and it is a piece of crap, but I love it none the less. It's an old 1989 Honda Accord LX, and I love the antiquity of it. It had been Joe's car since high school, and he finally decided to give me his hand me down so he could get an upgrade. Gas isn't so killer for me because I only use my car to drive to work, and occasionally school. It's real bad during the summer though, but that's only if I decide to go driving through Yellowstone National Park every week. Since I've been babbling, I might as well tell you my name. My name is Kimberly Anna Zo, but you can just call me Kim. I usually respond to any affectionate nickname you give me.

As I was saying, it was another normal night in town. The sun went down at nine as it always does in the summer, and the town lights began to illuminate the black sky. I was sitting in my trailer, making sure my door and windows were locked, before snuggling up into my bed in the front of the trailer. I was re-reading my favorite book series of all time: Twilight. I was currently running through Eclipse, having mixed feelings over Jacob and Edward. I'd always liked them both, and if I was Bella, I wouldn't have been able to pick one; I'd have to have both of them. Unfortunately, I'm not Bella, but my decision as of now is Jacob. I mean, of course Edward is drop dead gorgeous and the most perfect boyfriend you could ever want (too bad Bella doesn't realize it), but Jacob is warm (running around at one hundred eight degrees, I hear) which is perfect for the weather here in West Yellowstone. I could cuddle up to Jacob real easy; Edward I would have problems with.

I finished the chapter I was on before glancing over at my clock. Its red numbers read ten thirty. I needed to get to bed; I had work in the morning at a lovely seven 'o' clock sharp, and I always made a point of being on time.

Placing my bookmark in place, I set the book in the cupboard above my nightstand, and then set my alarm clock an hour before my work time. I turned my reading light off, and snuggled under my covers, staring up at the ceiling. I was thinking about Eclipse, of course, my mind too filled with the content of the book. Then again, that was normal. In fact, everyone who reads the series thinks about it at least once a day.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I remember waking up and it hadn't been my alarm that had opened my drowsy eyes. It had been the cold. I heard the light pitter patter of rain on the top of the trailer, and sighed as I shivered. I'd thrown my covers off in my restless sleep, revealing my unwise choice of pajamas, a short sleeve shirt and a pair of skimpy shorts. I reluctantly pulled myself out of bed to turn the heater on, and then climbed back in under my measly quilt.

"I-I-It's s-s-so c-c-c-c-cold." I stuttered, rolling up in a ball to gather warmth. "Where's Jacob Black when you need him?"

I think I fell asleep after another ten minutes of wishing for Jacob Black's feverish body in my bed with me, then woke up at six sharp to the sound of an angry alarm clock. I answered to the alarm's wrath with a swift punch to the off button, and then sat up straight in my bed. I was sweating up a storm in that bed. Apparently I'd turned the heater up too high; or maybe Jacob Black had crawled in bed with me, who knows?

I climbed out of bed, quickly stripping myself of clothing as I walked across the trailer to the bathroom in the back. I jumped in the shower, and then jumped out after thoroughly cleansing myself. I towel dried my above breast length brown hair, and then put it up into a pony tail. I dressed into my work clothes that were already waiting for me on the bathroom counter, and did the rest of my bathroom necessities. I picked up my clothes off the trailer floor and threw them on the couch towards the front of the trailer. I was ready to go. All I needed to grab was a granola bar, my keys, and my phone.

I drove to work, listening to the hum of the road. I pulled into McDonalds at six fifty five, and clocked in at exactly seven. It was going to be another long twelve hour shift, I could tell. My manager and co-workers seemed grouchy.

It turned out I was right. It had been another long shift. I kicked off my shoes as I walked in the door, sighing in relief as I wiggled my toes. I shut and locked the door behind me, and scanned my trailer. Something seemed amiss. Had those plates been in my sink this morning? I certainly don't remember having any left over plates from yesterday. I suddenly felt a wave of panic. Had someone broken into my trailer!? I rushed over to my fridge, seizing the door open. I felt my heart skip a beat. In a huge Ziploc bag I'd had about eight pieces of frozen chicken; now, half of it was gone. I checked the rest of my fridge, and nothing else seemed to be missing. After I finished with my fridge, I did a thorough search through my trailer to see if anything else had been taken. Luckily for me, nothing had.

Okay, so this is no big deal, I told myself, Only four pieces of chicken were eaten, and that's it. There's no need to fuss. Actually, I did have a reason to freak out. I'd locked my door this morning, I was sure of it, and all of my windows were still locked from the night before. So, how had the perpetrator been able to break in?!
I flopped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to figure out where the criminal could've possibly gotten in. After about ten minutes of brainstorming, I still couldn't figure it out. I contemplated calling the police to report a breaking and entering, but they would laugh at me if I told them that the only thing that had been stolen was four pieces of chicken, so I decided against it.

"Okay this isn't a huge deal. Some hobo was smart enough to break into your trailer, and all he'd wanted was some food!" I told myself. That didn't make sense though! Why wouldn't he take some of my valuables? I mean, he needs money to eat food! Was he just...I don't know, a courteous hobo and all he did was steal food so he could survive?
I stayed up for another three hours, jumping at every little noise I heard, before I finally decided to go to bed. I lay in my bed for about thirty minutes before I fell asleep, once again dreaming of Eclipse.

I remember that night, I swore that I heard a wolf's whimper outside my door, but it had felt like a part of my dream, so I refused to open my eyes. About five minutes later, I heard a voice. A very husky voice. It was swearing, and then I heard a loud thud on my floor.

My eyes fluttered open, and my heart began to race at NASCAR speed. I was terrified. Who was in my trailer?! How had they gotten in?! Also, who's stupid enough to break in when someone is there?! I guess this guy thought he was a ninja or something.

"Dang it...forgot how small that opening was." I heard the husky voice whisper to himself.

Slowly, I sat up, and tried to stare through the pitch black darkness at the perpetrator. I failed miserably to see who it was, so I opted for asking who it was. "W-who are you?" I managed to choke out. Lovely. I sounded like an A Class Coward.

"Crap..."The voice whispered. "You caught me." He stated plainly.

Duh. I got out of my bed, navigating--more like stumbling--my way over to the light switch. "Are you the one who stole the chicken in my fridge today?"

"Bingo." He told me.

I finally made it to the light switch, and flicked the lights on. I looked over at the criminal and froze. The person that was standing there was not who I'd expected. I'd expected a hobo from the streets. Instead, I'd been delivered an enormous Native American with russet colored skin and jet black hair. In front of my disbelieving eyes stood Jacob Black.

I gawked at him for about a minute or two, having a mental break down, before I finally said, "Oh my god. You're Jacob Black."

Jacob sighed, his hands up in the air, like he'd been caught red handed. "Yep."

I blushed at the sight of him. Here was Jacob Black, standing half naked in my kitchen. All he had on were a pair of sweats. I realized that I wasn't dressed any better. All I was wearing was a pair of skimpy shorts and a tank top. My green eyes scanned him once more to make sure that I wasn't having some crazy dream.

"What...what in the heck are you doing in my trailer?" What a stupid question.

He rolled his eyes. "What does it look like I'm doing?" He responded.

"How'd you get in?"

His black eyes rolled up towards the ceiling.

Oh. The air vent in the top of the trailer. It had been wide open, and the screen had been removed. How he had fit through there, I have no idea, but now it all made logical sense.

"Oh." Was all I managed.

"So, are you going to call the cops or something? You know there's no point. They'll laugh at you if you tell them a supposed fictional character is standing in your kitchen." Jacob said.

"I know! I'm not stupid!" I exclaimed, a little furious. He really was as arrogant as the book described him to be.

Jacob grinned. "So, then what are you going to do?" His hand reached for the fridge door, and he eyed the book on my nightstand.

"Don't you dare. I'll punch you."

"You'll only end up like Bella." He responded. Apparently, he'd read the books and found out his infamous punch to the face had been documented.

I grinded my teeth together, and walked down towards him. Goodness gracious was he tall (I swear, I hate being 5'3). I took hold of his hand--holy crow he was hot--and moved it aside. I would've blocked his way to the fridge, but we would've been uncomfortably close. "Stop stealing my food. I need it you know, and I know what your appetite is like. I can't afford to feed you on the money I'm making."

This was so weird. Why was I so calm around him? Shouldn't I have fainted or something, like a normal person would? I guess after reading Twilight so much, I was so used to his character...I'd lived with him in my dreams long enough.

Jacob frowned. "It's not like you can keep me out."

"You wouldn't incapacitate me to get food, would you?" I asked him. "Goodness, this is just too weird." Reality was slowly slapping me. "You aren't even supposed to exist! Seriously, holy crap. Jacob Black is standing in my kitchen!" Finally, the mental breakdown was in full function. I turned away from the fridge a sat down in the booth like table, resting my elbows on it as I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Wow, I guess I am sort of a celebrity now." I heard the grin in Jacob's voice.

"Sort of a celebrity? Jacob," his name was surreal on my tongue, "You are a HUGE celebrity. Even though ninety percent of girls prefer Edward over you, that eight percent that does love you is still a WHOLE bunch of girls." I told him, looking up at him. His back was to me, and I realized he was in my fridge, grabbing the rest of the chicken. It didn't matter whether or not he ate it now. There wasn't anyway I could stop him from commandeering whatever was in my fridge.

"Eight percent?" He looked back at me, his eyebrow raised. "What's the other two percent?" He navigated his way around my kitchen as if he'd been living with me.

"The other two percent is undecided. They can't decide who to choose." I replied, laying my head on the table. "Oh my godddd Jacob Black is in my kitcheennnn." I whined under my breath as I realized I was talking to Jacob Black. I was TALKING to JACOB BLACK. It wasn't like I was freaking out because I was a huge fan girl and I wanted to cut a piece of his hair off for the Jacob shrine in my closet (I don't have a shrine. I swear. I don't even have a closet!). I was freaking out because it was just so...unreal. I was talking to a fictional character type freak out. I swear I'm going insane.

Jacob popped his plate full of chicken into the microwave, pressing a few buttons then hitting enter. He turned around to face me, leaning back on the counter with his elbows. "Are you ninety, eight, or two percent?" He grinned, asking my preference.

Oh boy. He was NOT asking me that, was he? I could feel my ears and cheeks turn red. I lifted my head off the table, placing my elbow there instead, leaning into my hand with my chin. "Oh my god, I'm talking to Jacob Black..."I decided to play dumb. Or at least like I hadn't heard him.

Jacob frowned. "Aww c'mon now, don't tell me you like that cold bloodsucker better than me." He teased. At least I think he was teasing. He had a very distinct tone of dislike in his voice.

I slid my eyes to the right, looking at him. My cheeks were rosy red, I could tell. I really really didn't want to tell him that I was leaning more towards him, and that the only reason why was because he was warm-blooded. "Uh..." I started, "No?" Okay, maybe that wasn't the only reason why I was leaning towards him. He did have a nice face, and a really good looking body. Then again, I've never seen Edward Cullen up close and personal.

He grinned. "Sooo are you undecided or do you dig me?" He teased.

My face was red hot. Suddenly, the microwave dinged, signifying cooked chicken. I almost sighed in relief, literally saved by the bell. I watched him grab his chicken, and then sit across from me at the booth table. His legs were so long that they were almost threatening to tangle with mine, which just made my ears even hotter, and my cheeks even redder.

Stephenie Meyer certainly got his eating habits right. I swear, he didn't even chew when he ate. It was like he was throwing chicken down his throat, like his stomach was a garbage can or something, just waiting to gobble up more junk.

Before I knew it, he was done eating, and he reached over the small aisle way to throw the plate in the sink.

He suddenly turned to me, and said, "I'm going to have to commandeer your trailer….ummm…"

"Kimberly. Kimberly Anna Zo. I go by Kim, but you can call me whatever though."

"Right, Kim. I believe that this trailer is now our trailer." He grinned at me, leaning down on the table with his elbows like I was.

"…why? I don't really have room for you, and it's not like anyone would believe me if I told them Jacob Black was in my trailer the other night." I asked, trying to get him to leave. Oh my god, pleaseee don't let him live with me in my trailer. Please God, I'm begging you. I don't have the money to support two people, God; can you help me out please?

This was just one huge nightmare, I was convinced of it. I already like him as a character, so what happens if I start liking him as a person? I'm shoving that out of my mind right now. I really shouldn't like him. Oh, crap. I'm stopping. Right now.

"Well, since you found out I'm the one stealing your food, and I want to keep stealing your food, I might as well just stay here. There really is no point sneaking in and out of your trailer anymore." He replied with a grin. "Plus, I will get that eight or two percent answer out of you. I'm just curious."

My cheeks turned red again. "Where are you going to sleep?! On the bottom bunk of the bunk beds?!" I cried, pointing back towards the bathroom. Adjoined to the left of the bathroom, were two beds; one up towards the ceiling and one on the ground, just like a bunk.

"Sure. I don't mind curling up or hanging over the edge of the bed. Comfort isn't a huge issue." He shrugged.

This was just too unreal. Jacob Black was going to be living with me.

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AN!

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Love, Edward.