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(Jacob's POV)

I was currently standing in front of my fridge inspecting what's in it.

"Microwave steak dinner, Microwave rib dinner, Microwave chicken dinner…"

"Don't we have any real food in this house," I demanded.

Hearing my loud voice, Billy rolled into the kitchen beside me.

"Like what," he raised an eyebrow at me.

"Anything that doesn't start with 'microwavable'," I insisted, "I'm tired of eating these stale dinners every night."

"Why bother, it's not like we have anyone that can cook that kind of stuff anymore," he told me blankly.

Mom had always been the cook in the family. She had an endless amount of recipes that were all simply delicious. When she passed away, my sister (Rachel) put it on herself to be the cook of the family. Now don't get me wrong, my sister could make some great meals, but they didn't compare to moms. Now that Rachel has gone off to college, dad and I were living off of microwavable dinners and fish.

Ugh, fish. I am so tired of eating fish.

"Great," I groaned slamming the fridge shut.

Billy rubbed his chin in thought.

"Well, we could always try…"

"No," I interjected quickly.

"What," Billy asked in confused.

"Please don't say salmon," I pleaded with him.

Billy looked like I just offended him. "What wrong with salmon?"

I gave him a mild look of frustration.

"Other than the fact that we've been eating it for the last four days," I retorted sharply, "I can still taste the salmon in my mouth from this morning."

"That's all we have Jacob. Now, it's either the salmon or the dinners what's your choice," he responded sternly giving me a little bit of a glare.

Seeing the pointlessness of continuing this argument, I decided to just give up while I still had options.

"Salmon it is then," I replied in annoyance.

(Ring*Ring*Ring)

The phone was ringing.

"I'll get it," I said going into the living room to get the phone.

"And I'll get dinner ready," Billy informed me.

I had to search around a bit to find that stupid phone.

"It's never were it's supposed to be," I mumbled to myself.

Luckily, I found it buried underneath a couch cushion.

"Hello," I greeted to the person calling us.

"Jake man," I heard Quil cry out loudly.

I winced at the volume of his voice.

"Calm down Quilter Picker Upper," I joked rubbing mu ear, "what do you want?"

"The guys and I were thinking about going to the movies tonight," he told me, "thinking about catching the new horror flick that's out, you coming?"

I sighed tiredly.

"No thanks man," I murmured to him, "I'm really not feeling up anything like that."

It suddenly got silent on the other line.

"Jake," Quil said quietly, "I know these past couple of weeks have been rough on you, but you've got stop moping around."

I buried my face in my hand, knowing exactly what he was talking about.

It had been about three weeks, three antagonizing weeks, since I last saw Bella Swan. She had chosen that vampire over me. When that Cullen left Bella on her own she was devastated. She had pretty much lost the will to live, until I came along. I put Bella back together, I gave her a reason to smile again, and I gave her a chance to move on. She didn't care about any of that though. All she cared about was her vampire boyfriend and how much she 'needed' him in her life. Bella didn't even hesitate to take him back and leave me alone. I had spent the last three weeks excluding myself from my friends, refusing to face the reality of the situation.

I wasn't good enough to be loved by anyone. I didn't deserve to be loved.

"I'm just not ready yet," I answered.

"When will you be ready," he asked insistently.

"When I'm ready," I snapped, "just leave me alone!"

In a fit of rage, I chucked the phone to the other side of the room.

"I'm going out," I shouted to Billy stomping to the door.

"Where are you…"

I didn't hear the rest of what he said as I was already out the door.

As soon as my foot touched the grass I ran. I ran as fast as I could away from my house and into the forest. I didn't know were I was going at the moment, but all I knew is that I had to leave. I had to get as far away as possible from the pain. I didn't care if it was pouring down rain right now, nor did I care about the thunder I could hear roaring down. All I cared about was making my escape.

Unfortunately for me, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and tripped on a tree branch. I feel right on my face into a mud puddle.

My cry of anger was muffled by the mud in face. I violently wiped the mud off my face as I stood up.

I could feel the anger boiling up inside of me, trying to take over my actions. Right now, I felt like I had to hurt someone/something.

Completely enraged I punch the thing nearest to me, a tree. The amount of force I put into the blow caused a countless amount of bark to go flying in different directions.

"Stupid fucking tree," I fumed as I continued to demolish the helpless tree in front of me.

I grabbed the tree with both of my hands and started to lift it up. You could hear the sickening sound of me ripping it out of its roots as I lifted it up higher and higher until I had it above my head.

Panting a little bit, I threw the tree further into the forest. Its landing caused a loud thud to emit from its fall.

I still didn't feel satisfied yet. Running over to said tree on the ground I started to kick it roughly.

"Why, why, why," I seethed with each kick.

"Why can't this pain go away," I roared. I didn't really pay that much attention the tears that were slowly dripping on my face. Most likely because I didn't want to give them any attention, I wanted to pretend they didn't exist.

"Please go away," I sobbed. Mid kick, I accidentally tripped causing me to fall on back.

Breathing heavily, I did nothing but stare up at the sky while the tears continue to fall on my face faster than the rain was dripping on my body.

"Why can't I make this pain go away," I asked pitifully.

"I wish someone could help me," I begged, "I wish that a guardian angel or something could save me from feeling this way."

The rain started to pour down harder.

"I don't want to feel this way anymore," I added as if that would help, "please save me somebody."

Apparently those were the words I need to get a reaction of the sky, because as finished my little plea for help lightning started to appear.

I was starting to get a little worried as I noticed it was getting a little too close for comfort. A small lightning bolt hit a patch of grass a little way away from where I was laying.

You know, I expect a lot of things to happen when a lightning bolt crashes to earth. Fire, debris, a bunch of panicking people, but what happened to me was not something I expected.

A couple of seconds after the lightning bolt crashed, a boy fell from the sky and landed on top of me…

I'm serious! Currently there is a teenage Native American boy lying directly on top of me. And as if that wasn't weird enough, as soon as he landed on me our lips were forcibly attached to each other.

We seemed frozen in place. Both of us just lied there staring into each other eyes in shock of the situation. I wanted to throw him off, but for the life of me, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt something binding me to him for some reason. It was as if some strong force deep within me was trying to hint at something I that I was just clueless about.

Thankfully, after a minute or two, this boy decided to separate his lips from mine. However, he didn't exactly get off of me. He sat up on me straddling my hips and gripping my chest with his hands.

"Hi Jakey," he greeted smiling down at me, his green eyes shining exuberantly.

"You, you," spluttered unable to make a sentence. I was still kind of in shock.

He chuckled. "You're usually not one to get so disheveled Jakey. I'm surprised at you."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"How do you know my name," I asked suspiciously.

"Rude," he smirked down at me, "is that what your parents taught you to say to someone when you first meet them?"

"Most people I meet for the first time usually don't know my name," I shot back at him.

He nodded his head at my point. "True, true."

There was another moment of silence.

"Well," I snapped.

"What," he raised an eyebrow at me.

I glared up at him. "Who the hell are you and how do you know my name?"

"Oh, oh, right," he gave me a stupid grin.

"My name is Camael, you can call me Cam for short," he said introducing himself, "and I am your Guardian Angel."

I scoffed at him.

He lightly tapped me on the head. "This is not a joke. I've been with you since our birth Jakey."

"What do you mean our birth? You know what? Never mind, I don't want to know."

I have too much drama in my life. The last thing I need right now is this shit.

Effortlessly I tossed him off me.

"Hey," he shouted in protest.

I ignored him as I stood up and proceeded to walk back home.

"Where do you think you're going," I heard him asked me. I detected a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Home," I replied simply.

As soon as I walked a couple of feet away from that Cam guy, I collided with an invisible force.

"Yeah, no you can't do that," he informed me.

I brought my hands to where I was stopped and was shocked to actually feel something in my way. It was almost like I was touching a wall.

I spun around and glared at the smirking boy behind me.

"What the hell is this," I demanded to know.

He sighed and calmly walked over to me. He stopped so that we were standing right in front of each other.

"I am your Guardian Angel," he repeated, "you cannot leave my side."

Even with all this evidence proving that he is right, I'm still having a hard time buying into this whole angel thing.

"You're my Guardian Angel," I questioned, "prove it."

He rolled his eyes at me.

"Your name is Jacob Black, you were born January 14, 1990, you've been in La Push your whole life, you became a shape shifter in February, you have two sisters, your hobby is fixing cars, your vehicles of choice are a motorcycle and a Rabbit (both of which you fixed yourself), you love Indiana Jones films (a little bit too much in my opinion), and have wolf doll you cuddle with some nights called Jobi."

By the end of his speech I was left slack jawed.

"Anything else you want to know," he said with a smile.

I threw my hands up in defeat.

"Fine, you are my Guardian Angel, you win. So now what happens?"

He just gave me a shrug. "We go home I guess."

"We," I emphasized.

"Yeah," he replied in a 'duh' voice, "you keep forgetting that I've always been by your side. You just could never see me."

"How am I going to explain you to Billy," I asked him helplessly.

"Dad," he said fondly, "he's a cool dude, he'll understand once I explain the whole thing to him."

Dad? Why is he calling Billy dad?

"Whatever just don't do anything crazy," I warned him.

He saluted me mockingly.

"Aye, aye, captain," he snickered.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked with him back to my house. I just now noticed how rough the rain was. It was getting little annoying.

I saw Cam snap his fingers toward the sky. Imagine my surprise to look up and see the rain was being block by an invisible barrier.

I looked over at him in confusion.

He gave me a smirk. "Power, I have'em."

I groaned to myself.

And so the craziness begins.

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