Hands on Me (A Twilight Fanfiction written by IndependentIndividuality)

Chapter 40: In Which Bubbles Are Bursts

A/N: All right, so I'm really, really eager to hear what y'all think of this. I think I'm going to get a much larger response for this than the last chapter, since nothing really happened in that one. We'll just have to see. Anyway, I'm really happy with it. It shows Nessie coming into her own a tiny bit more and becoming more comfortable with Jake as they talk a few things and then, well, you'll see.

Also - and I keep forgetting to say this on here - I have a twitter. And a blog where I post some original stuff. And a fictionpress account.

Yes, I'm shamelessly promoting myself. ;) Info's all in my profile for anyone who cares. Oh, oh - and there's poll on my page surveying how people found out about Hands on Me/Undeniable. Hit count has kinda gone through the roof lately so I was just wondering. But yeah, do that when you get a minute, if you don't mind.

Disclaimer: Nope, none of it's mine. Just the chapter title, which worked out perfectly well for the situation without me even planning it. ;)

In Which Bubbles are Burst

this is how i do when i think about you. 

- boys like girls, hero/heroine

Damn it. Damn him for being so beautiful and so perceptive and knowing me better than any other damn person on the planet.

"I – I mean, it's not that I can't - it's just – "

"That you can't?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me and kind of smirking. "I swear to God I never knew you couldn't blow a bubble, Ness. It's so easy."

"Yeah, rub it in, Jake." I rolled my eyes at him again and tried not to get irritable. I didn't do well with not being good at things. "I can't blow a bubble; I can only do physics in my head and turn salt water sweet. When we get stranded on a deserted island, I'll come running to you begging for your bubble-blowing skills."

Jacob rolled his eyes and snapped his gum intentionally at me. "You will, when the island villagers hold a tree-sap blowing contest with a bamboo boat as a prize and you're stuck evaporating water and building huts out of straw."

I couldn't help but smile. Just a little. "Deserted island, Jake."

"Whatever," Jake brushed me off, reached forward to tap my cheek with his huge finger. I wriggled out of the way but his long arm chased me and won. There was only so far you could get in a Porsche. "Seriously, Ness, I'll teach you."

"Yes, Master Jacob, bestow upon me your knowledge of the bubble-blowing craft," I deadpanned, but I knew Jake wouldn't take it serious. This was as close as my pride would let me come to accepting his offer.

Jacob's face became very somber.

"Well, Grasshopper," he said, looking away from me to pass a car and set the cruise control. "The first thing you must know is how to move your mouth – " He shot me a smile that broke his sensei façade. "But you're already pretty good at that."

I blushed at that, but pushed myself forward. "Whatever do you mean, Oh Wise Sensei?"

Jacob shot me another evil grin. "I mean how much you talk. S'good practice."

"Then?"

"Well, Grasshopper – I think that's actually your new nickname now – then you need to roll your gum into a ball with your tongue. Like so."