This is for Mima1216's "My Definition of Original Contest"! This is not a one-shot, there will be multi chaps... this is just the beginning! :D

Disclaimer: Am I Stephanie Meyer?

The cold air nipped at Rosalie's cheeks as she walked into town. Her boots clicked on the floor and she could see everyone staring at her. She scoffed to herself. Typical. Of course, she wasn't just inhumanly beautiful, but she was extremely inhumanly beautiful if she did say so herself. She was just flipping her hair to some poor, pathetic seventh grade boys when she bumped into someone tall and tan.

"Thinking about yourself again, blondie?" the werewolf in human form smirked at her, his black hair cropped short and his tan skin barely visible in the snow. He wore a tank-top and shorts—any normal human would be cold in this weather, but Jacob looked like he enjoyed it.

"What do you want, mutt?" snapped Rosalie.

"Nothin'. Just came here to visit your sis and your niece," Jacob replied. He waggled his eyebrows at her and she whipped her beanie-hat off and whacked him with it. "Ow!" he exclaimed.

Rosalie gave him a satisfied smirk. "Get out of my way, dog. If you want, I bet there's some kibble over there near that fire hydrant," she quipped.

"How about that bloodsucker there are three prê-teen boys listening to every word you just said," Jacob sniggered. Rosalie turned her head and saw the boys she had previously tried to mystify staring at the two, jaw dropped.

"Uh…" they seemed to say. Finally, a dorky one with glasses asked Jacob, "Is she your girlfriend?"

Jacob couldn't reply to this absurd thought.

"Yeah, mutt," Rosalie said. "Am I?" she cocked her head to the side in such a sexy way that Jacob almost wanted to puke.

"Yes we are," Jacob suddenly said. He wrapped his arm around Rosalie's shoulders.

"Jacob! What the hell are you doing?" Rosalie said through gritted teeth.

"C'mon babe, time to get home. See you boys later," said Jacob. He waved to the boys who looked dumbfounded.

"Hey, can I have your number?" the dorky boy with glasses asked Rosalie. A smile crept onto Jacob's face, but only for a second in fear of being hurt by an angry vampire.

"Sure," Rosalie said, voice dripping with false sugar. "Its 6-0-9… never gonna happen!" and she stomped off with Jacob following her.

"Well that wasn't very nice," Jacob analyzed.

Rosalie scoffed. "Please. I am not nice." She tossed Jacob her bag.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" Jacob asked the pink hobo sack. Rosalie shrugged, evilly.

"I don't know," she said. She flashed a pearl-white smile. "You're my boyfriend. Carry my handbag mutt."

Jacob, instead of glaring like she thought he would, gave her a genuine smile. "Any time, leech."