Jacob Black

sorry, sorry. I know you have an aversion to marshmallows and I shouldn't be comparing you to one. I just don't get it, personally. have you ever actually had a marshmallow? I hope you're not imagining mike when I say that or this could take a weird turn.

everyone gets sick, jake. even wolves that function normally at 120°. and I disagree on the marshmallow front. maybe you're a roasted marshmallow... rough, strong exterior... but still a marshmallow. nice and warm and sweet on the inside.

I seem to recall you getting sick that night too, but you don't see me ruling you out over it. okay, she knows he was sick for an entirely different reason, but still.

she watches him, lips pressed together in an attempt to keep from laughing. that is, until the thought crosses her mind that she shouldn't be so unkind about mike for no reason. i shouldn't say that. there's nothing... wrong with him. he's nice enough. but he's not...for me.

why ? there are lots of other girls who fawn for his attention.

hmm. well that’s better than nothing.

does this means he’s done being mad at her ?

her eyes narrow, but she can't fight a smile. you know, you're right, I could stand to extend my social circle. if only I could find a guy worth knowing... maybe I should give mike another chance after all? she might be a little too amused with herself.

you've come to the right place if you need car help. you see, i know this guy who happens to be an incredible mechanic, and he's been passing down all of his profound wisdom to me. ... what's a master cylinder again?

/. It's my birthday today🥺 so slow replies today. ❤

she’ll pretend she didn’t read this. but it’s nice to know.