Fanfic: JACOB! Ch 1, Twilight

2 cups all-purpose flour1/2 teaspoon baking soda1/2 teaspoon salt3/4 cup unsalted butter, melted1 cup packed brown sugar1/2 cup white sugar1 tablespoon vanilla extract1 egg1 egg yolk2 cups semisweet chocolate chips

DirectionsPreheat the oven to 325 degrees F (165 degrees C). Grease cookie sheets or line with parchment together the flour, baking soda and salt; set a medium bowl, cream together the melted butter, brown sugar and white sugar until well blended. Beat in the vanilla, egg, and egg yolk until light and creamy. Mix in the sifted ingredients until just blended. Stir in the chocolate chips by hand using a wooden spoon. Drop cookie dough 1/4 cup at a time onto the prepared cookie sheets. Cookies should be about 3 inches for 15 to 17 minutes in the preheated oven, or until the edges are lightly toasted. Cool on baking sheets for a few minutes before transferring to wire racks to cool NOT LET JACOB MAKE THESE COOKIES!

"Jacob! I am going to be gone for the morning. Everything you need is on the counter. Can you make the cookies? The recipes on the fridge." Bella yelled. She fiddled with the long sterling necklace clasped to her neck. She looked in the mirror. Her flowing brown hair was pinned into a bun at the back of her head, with wispy strands framing her delicate heart shaped face. Good enough for an interview? Yes.

The reply came back a few seconds later. "Ok no problem bells I am a master chef!" Along with a clang, a few curse then silence.

"Good. Jake what happened, what did you break this time?" She glanced at her watch, 5 minutes. She played with her hair one final time then glanced hesitantly back to the kitchen where Jacob was. "Jake?"

"What? Oh, the bowl, the metal one. Metal sure isn't as strong as it used to be."

Bella giggled. Was that why she married him, because he made her laugh? Yes. "Ok Jake, whatever. Bye!" She reached for the umbrella position haphazardly by the door. Was it raining today? Of course. It always rained in Forks.

"Ok! Luck." He yelled back, still not making an appearance from the kitchen. Smiling as she did so, Bella closed the door to their apartment. She smiled as she opened her umbrella, shielding her from the rain, kind of like how Jacob did from dangers. She smiled as she walked to her interview. Dancing in the puddles and skipping across the street and finally arriving at her interview right on time, she smiled. After all what could go wrong? They were just cookies. Everything.

Bella was still smiling when she arrived back home, after her interview. She nailed it and they even hired her right away. But what was to, expect? Bella always was hired right away. She closed the door, dropped the umbrella in the stand by the door and stepped out of her coat, laying it on the bench also by the door. "Jacob, I'm back." She stepped into the kitchen, to see Jacob draped over a car magazine. Who looked up and smiled his signature sunny smile at her before returning his attention back to the papers. The room was sort of clean. Not Bella's standard of clean, but certainly Jacob's.

She looked around, expecting to see a tray of her infamous chocolate chip cookies, cooling on the rack, but it was empty. Only a towel was draped over it. Her face portrayed the definition of confusion as she asked Jake in a quite voice, "Did you make the cookies?"

He got out of the chair, letting the spine of the magazine clap against the table. He patted the towel. "They're right here!"

Bella sighed internally with relief. She smiled again, she sure was smiley today, but when she lifted off the towel her smiling face turned into a frowning voice. She looked to Jake, eyes wide and flaming, "Jake! What the hell are those."

He stopped smiling too. H looked from her to the cookies, in utter confusion. "Cookies?"

"Well what did you do to them!" The "cookies" on the cooling rack, were not really cookies at all, but of thick almost hockey puck size mounds of grey, strands of fabric looking fibers jutted out of them in an assortment of colors. And they were half-baked; the centers still mushy and runny while the edges were rock hard.

"I baked them!"

"No you didn't. I asked you to make chocolate chip cookies; these are not chocolate chip cookies. " She shook her head, her forehead creased as she frowned at the cookies. How could he mess up so horribly? Easy.

"Oh…I didn't use chocolate. I didn't think it would work with the other ingredients."

His explanation still didn't make sense. "It wouldn't work with flour, sugar and eggs?" She raised her eyebrows questionably and crossed her arms over her chest, she wasn't impressed.

Jacob shrugged, his sculpted shoulders falling. "Well it would work with that, but not chicken, buns, ketchup and mustard!"

Bella's eyes, widened with fear, she looked in a panic to the counter to find it empty. "You put chicken in the cookies!"

"You said to use everything on the counter!"

"NO! I said everything you would need is on the counter. You were supposed to follow the recipe."

Jacob's dark chocolate eyes melted, turning them into molten seas of brown, "Oh…I was wondering why it didn't say when to put the chicken in…"

"That was for supper Jake I was going to make chicken burgers!"

His eyes widened like a child's on Christmas morning to find the present they always wanted perched under the tree. "Oh yum! When's supper?" He said deadly serious.

Bella groaned in frustration and throws her petite hand down on the counter, "You used all the chicken Jake."

"Oh well we can just eat these then, dessert and supper in one! I wouldn't be surprised if it was the new thing!" He said, while pointing to the cookies and smiling widely.

Bella sighed and slapped her palm to her face. "Jake those will be disgusting."

"They can't be that bad." He takes a giant bite out of one of the cookies only to spit it out. " I think I over baked them."

"Jake you're ridiculous."

"Sorry?"

"Whatever we will just order pizza and I'll make the cookies. Think you can handle ordering?" She said in a judging tone accompanied by a smirk.

"Yup no problem!"

While Jacob, ordered the cookies, his hands clasped over the phone, holding it in place Bella made the cookies. They were almost done; they just had to be mixed. But she couldn't find the mixer? Where was it? She didn't know. "Jake where is the mixer."

Jacob hung up the phone and set it back in the cradle. He turned away from her, his face hidden from Bella. "Oh about that." He turns around, biting his lip clearly nervous and points a long slightly dirty finger to the kitchen sink. What did he do with the mixer you might ask? Terrible, terrible things.

Bella turned slowly around, to look at the kitchen sink. Her mouth fell open and her eyes went wide at what she say. "Jake what did you do?" In the sink was the mixer or what was left of it. It was battered and beaten. Wires and screws sitting in a disarray in the sink. The smooth chrome finish was scraped and large gouges were taken out of it. It was in pieces.

"The fucking thing wouldn't work!"

"So you destroyed it? Did you even put the whisks in?

"The wisks?" Bella points to the whisks lying side by side in the other portion of the 2 chamber sink.

"Oh…those…yeah don-don't touch those." He stutters while shaking his head in disgust.

"Why?" She asks, exhausted.

"The toilet was plugged."

She widens her eyes in disbelief. "Jacob what the hell!"

"Sorry Bells."

Suddenly a smell assaults her nose, making her gag in response. "Jacob what's that smell? It smells like pee." She classified, on closer inspection she decided it was coming from the sink.

"Oh…I really had to go…I couldn't make it outside."

"You pissed in the kitchen sink! Don't you have super speed?"

"Not when my bladders full and plus I wanted to teach that stupid piece of shit a lesson." Looks at the disjointed mixer. A shrill sound, wails through the tense air. "Pizza's here." He smiles a big smile, kisses her head and runs to the door.

Bella breathed deeply, trying desperately to clear her mind before she would freak. But it was too much, the feeling of anger bubbled inside of her like a volcano, building and stirring until it became a sweltering inferno. Did innocent sweet Bella get angry at the irresponsible happy go lucky kid Jacob? Oh yes she did! There's only one thing that was in her mind at the moment. Not a thought or a phrase but a word. One single word that carried enough anger and frustration for a million words, a simple 5-letter word carried it all. But in fact in wasn't a word at all, but a name. A name she had dear to her, but wanted to push so far away at this moment in time. She couldn't hold it anymore; she let it explode out of her mouth, "JACOB!"

Soooo? Should i make more of these? Or were they a serious waste of time? I don't know you tell me! XD

R&R!

Missy

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