Worst High Five Ever." -

I Hate Myself For Liking You.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.

"hey Jacob!" I Felt An Unfamiliar Surge Of Enthusiasm At His Smile. I Realized That I Was Pleased To See Him. This Knowledge Surprised Me. I Smiled Back, And Something Clicked Silently Into Place, Like Two Corresponding Puzzle Pieces. I'd Forgotten How Much I Really Liked Jacob Black.

I'd Never Seen Anything More Beautiful - Even As I Ran, Gasping And Screaming, I Could Appreciate That. And The Last Seven Months Meant Nothing. And His Words In The Forest Meant Nothing. And It Did Not Matter If He Did Not Want Me. I Would Never Want Anything But Him, No Matter How Long I Lived.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.