Jacob’s house was an average sized house, maybe a little bit smaller, but it had charm.  It was hidden in a small forest of pine trees and had a cool homemade garage.  Who would’ve thought that he made cars?  I laughed to myself, thinking of Jacob riding something other then a motorbike, it didn’t work very well.  He was like me, except I was a car person, not a bike…or scooter.  Of course my mom would say different, saying my Vespa was perfect for me.  I wondered if Jacob would think differently.
    “Do I look like I’m a car person?” I asked Jacob as we reached his front door.  He turned to face me, his face confused.
    Jacob didn’t answer.
    “Sorry, I was just thinking aloud,” I said looking down, trying to look embarrassed, I was hardly ever embarrassed.
    “Oh, uh, um.  I really don’t get what you asked.  Is this a trick question?” Jacob’s face was all pinched together as if he was thinking very hard.
    “Never mind, I was just thinking aloud,” I said again, but his face didn’t go back to normal.  I rolled my eyes.
    “Oh, well, are you a car person?” Jacob asked raising his eyebrows a couple times.  Again with the poor humor.  I rolled my eyes,
    “Lets just get inside, before I get even soaked.”  I picked up my tee shirt, which was filled with loads of water and felt like it weighed 5 pounds.
    “I don’t think you could get anymore wet,” Jacob said looking at my body, for to long then necessary.  Boys.  I rolled my eyes once again.
    “What about you, don’t you care that your clothes are wet?”  Today Jacob was wearing a white button up shirt and a pair of cut off jeans.  You could now see through the shirt perfectly, seeing every aspect of his muscles.
    “I really wouldn’t be wearing a shirt right now anyways, except ‘we have guests.’” I shook my head playfully.  
    Very soon we were inside the house, the house that seemed just a bit to small for Jacob, and were greeted by many people.  It seemed like my family wasn’t the only guests Jacob had over, there were five other people, and it seemed like everyone were old friends.
    “Oh hey Jacob.”   I turned around to see a girl around my age leaning in the doorway to the living room.
    “Hi…Leah,” Jacob said stepping back while pulling me along.  Who the hell was she?  Did Jacob have a girlfriend?  I felt like slapping myself, I couldn’t be jealous, could I?
    “So is this Taylor?”  “Leah” asked.  Jacob nodded quickly, stepping back again.
    Jacob stayed silent, so I took the pleasure of talking back.  And anyways shouldn’t I get to know the girl that already seems to know my name?
    “Yeah I am Taylor,” I said back sharply.  I also did my best “mean” look.
    “Oh well it’s nice to finally meet you,” Leah smiled, no smirked, “Jacob’s told me EVERYTHING about you.  Your not a very fun person are you?”  That did it.  I walked up to slut face, and slapped her, SMACK, on the face.  I got the same response as Jacob the first time I slapped him.
    “Wow Jake, she seems just as weak as Bella was until…you know.”  NOW WHO THE HELL WAS BELLA?  Finally my tear ducts caught up with my emotions, tears fell from my eyes.
    “Opps, was I not supposed to mention that?  Well to late now,” Leah waved, “See you later Tyler.”  Jacob grabbed my arm and made me unable to go and push Leah down.
    “MY NAME IS NOT TYLER!  DO I LOOK LIKE A BOY?”  I tried to calm down by taking deep breaths but then Leah turned around for one last time,
    “Ask Jacob,” she said and walked away, Jacob also pulled me away.  He had some explaining to do.
    “WHO THE HELL WAS THAT!” I screamed trying to keep my voice down.  Jacob continued to walk at a very fast sped, but replied.
    “That was Leah, I guess you could call her a friend.”  Jacob shrugged.
    “You call someone like that a friend?” I whispered, why on earth would he befriend someone like that.
    “Well, she’s, uh…” Jacob struggled with the words.
    “She’s my sister,” a new voice said.  I turned to see a boy, a mini Jacob.  He seemed nice.
    “Hi, I’m Seth,” the boy said.  I smiled and told him my name.  Just like Jacob he held out his hand waiting for me to shake it.  I looked at him and smiled.
    “She doesn’t shake hands Seth.” I laughed and twirled a piece of my hair.
    “That explains it.  Well welcome to the neighborhood.  And don’t mind Leah, you’ll learn to love her.”  Jacob snickered and Seth hit him with his elbow.  Jacob nodded.
    That was the last I saw for then.  Jacob and me made our way to his room, where he let me have some time to change into some clothes he gave me.  They weren’t very big on me, they happened to be his sisters old clothes, and very warm.  After this shirtless Jacob and me made our way to the dining room/living room mix, to eat the wonderful dinner Emily, another guest, made just for the occasion.