:A Werewolf Unlike Any Other:Jacob Black.20.

　"So what did you guys do last night?" I asked, even though deep inside I could care less. My mother and Patrick returned from their little outitng last night. Good thing Jacob left just the second when they entered the front door. Now we were eating our hearts away at breakfast. Patrick poured about a gallon of maple syrup onto his one pancake. He watched it turn soggy and threw the plate away. I never understood why he never ate. EVER. Not even water he would drink. "It must be a vampire thing..." I thought. "What's a vampire thing?" he shot a glance at me. How'd he know...? "How'd you...-" "Random guess!" he quickly interupted. I shook my head and ate a piece of my pancake. Patrick was so strange. His strange ways always led me to think he was a vampire, but I never got myself to actually believe that. I just thought of Patrick as some weird pale guy that never ate. Vampire and Patrcik would never be in the same sentence, no matter what.

"Honey, you never seem to eat." my mother said, concerned. "I'm just never hungry." he replied. "Yeah right." I coughed. My mother glared at my comment. I just shrugged, hoping she wouldn't whip out a gun or something on me. She then turned her attention back to Patrick. "Are you sure there isn't anything you'd like? I'll make it, whatever you please." she said in a sweet tone. This was a first for her, well ever since we moved here. She never seemed to use her happy voice when I was around. I somehow came to believe my own mother would just throw me out on the streets, just for Patrick's pleasure. From what had happened yesterday, I believed it'd someday happen.

"Aren't you going to school, dwarf?" Patrick said from the blue. "No... Today is Saturday. You know, the day after Friday and the day before Sunday?" I smiled. "Don't be such a smart aluk." my mother scolded. "Why don't you just kill me?" I muttered. I guess Patrick heard what I said, because he smiled. This was a rare sight. Except for all the times he made fun of me. I got up from my seat and brought my plate to the sink. Washing my hands and drying them. I turned around and no one was there. I looked over at the front door and it was just blowing with the wind. "They left me..." I groaned. For some reason, I prayed that they wouldn't come back. Sadly this wasn't one of those days. They left a note. It simply read: Be back next week. "That was just so nice of them..." I thought, closing the front door.

A week without my mother and Patrick. Sounds like paradise. I leaped onto my bed and began jumping on it. I felt like throwing a party, but I diddn't know much people in Forks. To think of it, I barely knew 15 people! There was Jacob, Billy, Quill, Embry, Edward, Seth and the others. I diddn't really mind not knowing that many. Knowing only a few people was never lonely apprently.

"Yet again the great Emily makes a breakfast buffet." I commented, staring at the table. It was stacked. I could barely see the top of Seth's head from where I was sitting. "Isn't she just the greatest?" Sam said, giving her a quick kiss. All the guys were here, eating for their lives. Well it seemed that way. I watched as Paul shoved a stack of pancakes into his mouth. Then pouring some syrup into his mouth. I kind of got use to it. Embry seemed as if he had no stomach at all. He slurped down 5 bowls of cereal, a pound of bacon, a dozen eggs, 3 glasses of milk and it kept on going. "I'm so jelous of you guys. You eat all you want, yet there's not an ounce of fat on your bodies." I said, poking at Jacob's side. They shook their heads at me as they continued to feast. Within 30 minutes, there wasn't a trace of food left on the table. The plates were licked clean. Every drop of orange juice was gone. Even their left over meatloaf was gone.

"So they're gone for a whole week?" Emily asked, taking a seat next to me. "Yup. Left me without telling, all they left was a note." I answered. "That means we got a whole week to ourselves." Jacob commented, wrapping his arm around my waist. I rolled my eyes at him as I layed my head on his shoulder. "I still can't believe you don't think Patrick is a vampire." Quill spoke. "He can't be. He just happens to know a lot about werewolves..." I said softly. "You're so right. And that's why Charlotte left a note saying he was a vampire." Jacob said sarcasticly. "She must be lying. Of all people, Patrick? Come on." "Rachel, he is a vampire. That pale skin and filthy smell." Seth said. I bit my lower lip, admitting to defeat. "So heard about the news?" Sam asked.