You Had Me At Hello

Our Way of Life

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Jacob Black had just kissed me. Jacob Black had just kissed me, Ronnie Andrews and I was certain of two things. Two very crucial, somewhat humorous, and slightly interesting facts.

1) I was absolutely head-over-heels for Jacob Black. I knew everything about imprinting. My mum had told me stories when I was very young but I remembered everything, every story, every word, every feeling I thought it would feel like. I knew it was strong but I never thought it was this strong.

2) There was nothing I could do about it.

After a while I went inside his house again. I called my dad, telling him that I was staying there for the night. I went to the bathroom and changed into a pair of black shorts and a tank top which I had bought earlier on that day, making sure to take off the price tag. I skipped to the living room and sat down on the couch next to Jacob, silently. I saw the triumphant smirk on his face, but otherwise ignored him. We watched the boring news program that was on...Weekly News....Whoop-de-doo. But just as the impassive newscaster was about to switch to weather, I heard a few soft snores from beside me...from Jacob. He'd fallen asleep, finally. The remote was lying on his chest, rising and falling with each breath he took. I sighed and reached out to the remote, hoping to turn the chanel to something a little more...interesting. And that's when I noticed them...sharpies. An entire box full of them, all different colours yet aligned according to the colours of the rainbon but the cheery colours weren't really on my mind, something else was.  A little thing called crime and punishment.

I snatched up the box and began my artwork. I drew a few red and pink kiss-marks on his cheeks and forehead, then a dark black moustache and goatee, then I made his eyebrow one long uni-brow with the brown colour and signed my name on his right jaw...perfect! 

It was then that he started to stir. I capped the sharpies and placed them back in the box on the table. I snatched up the remote and sat back on the couch, crossing my legs Indian style and flipping on Cartoon Network. He sat up and rubbed his face, the sharpies didn't smudge, though. Because they had dried. I started a complete giggle fit which brought tears to my eyes almost immediately. He stared like I was insane but smiled at me anyway, shrugged, then went off to the bathroom. 
A few minutes later a deep, loud scream was heard from inside. Apparently he saw his beautified reflection from the work of Ronnie Andrews. I just laughed harder and harder, only interrupted by hiccups. 

"What the hell did you do?!" He hollered, pointing to his face with both hands. His eyebrows...or eyebrow now, was furrowed as well.

"What d-did I-I d-d-do?" I choked out between laughs. 

"Yeah!" He yelled.

"Crime- and- punishment-" I laughed even harder now. His colourfull face wasn't the funniest thing about this situation... his reaction was.

"You're so gonna get it!" He growled before stomping to the box of sharpies and taking out a purple colored one at random. He threw the cap over his shoulder and straddled my hips, now smirking maliciously.

"No, Jacob, no." I'd stopped laughing by now.

"Oh yes Ronnie, yes." He smirked wider before holding my head in place and scribbling random things- I thought- on my face. It wasn't long before I kicked him off and picked out a dark blue marker. I was armed now. I ran at him and started doodling all over the back of his t-shirt and neck, until he flipped me back onto the couch and scribbled fierce lines on my legs and stomach. We started wrestling and scribbling all over each other, laughing and grinning evilly the entire time. After a while I hopped over the couch and ran out the front door, still armed with a sharpie. I was tackled to the grass and he was on top of me again. But then...we stopped. I stared into the milky brown eyes for the ten thousandth time and my smile dropped a little as I was entranced.