Author's Note: To everyone who reviewed Chance, thank you guy so much! You know how what those reviews do to me. :P

"We are not going out tonight, Jacob Black."

He stifles a scream of frustration and runs a hand through his hair.

"Alright. Fine. Why?"

"You were doing good at fine."

"Leah," he's prepared to go Alpha mode if he has to. "We have been dating for, what, three months?"

"Two and three quarters.' she corrects.

"Fine. Whatever. And in that glorious time, we have gone on the grand total of three dates." He doesn't mention that the last one didn't even count. Not with Quil and Claire being forced to tag along, with all the electricity in the area cut off for the night. Claire was afraid of the dark, Quil kinda was too, and the only place with light was the far off restaurant they'd been planning to go to. So along came Quil and Claire, and it looked like half the town had had pretty much the same idea. The place had been packed, they'd waited for a table for nearly an hour, during which time he couldn't even try and kiss her without Quil glaring at him, they were children present, honestly.

Sometimes all that guy needed was a dress and a magical umbrella that would float him far, far away.

It wasn't fun.

But he doesn't bring that up now, he knows how her temper can explode. So he asks, calmly,

"Give me one good reason why you won't go out with me."

She sits up. "One? Just one? Oh, I've got plenty!"

"Way to make a guy feel spe-"

"Number one," she cuts him off, "My feet are freakin' killing me. You know how long I had to run patrols today, Fuhrer?"

"You volunteered to run-"

"Number two. I haven't washed my hair yet. You see all that grease?"

"It makes it look shiny-"

"Number three. My clothes are all torn. Except this. I plan to join to join a nudist colony."

Because he doesn't like the idea of anyone seeing her naked but him, he has to kinda yell out,

"I have seen your wardrobe, and that thing Rosalie gave you-"

"Number four. The food off this rez sucks anyway."

"Says the girl who can't get enough of-"

'Number five. I have a zit the size of Jupiter."

"Uh, no. You don't."

"It's coming on anyway. Number six. I don't have a number six." Her forehead creases. "But I gave you five, perfectly good reasons. Now you give one good reason why you want to go out with me."

He's going to burst. So he throws up his hands and yells,

"You know why I want to go out with you, Leah? Because you happen to be the most beautiful, stunning, resplendent, radiant, dazzling, alluring, annoying woman I have ever met! Because I freakin' love you, crazy as I am, and actually want to spend time with you!"

She looks at him. "Those are lot of synonyms. You've been studying your SAT vocab, haven't you?"

He's tired now. "What?"

There's a trace of a smile as she says,

"I'll go get my bag."