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Howling Moon	By : VanillaToast Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2758 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Notes: I decided to read back through some of my earlier chapters and make a few small adjustments and revisions. Nothing major; mostly just spelling and minor wording. Thanks so much for the views and reviews!

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The next few days were probably the worst I'd had in a while; I spent as much time holed up in my room as to avoid contact with Amelia, and while it was working, I was still getting more and more frustrated every time Billy tried to coax me into going over to the Clearwater's place. I stuck it out as best as I could and when Saturday morning finally rolled around, I was out of bed, dressed, and heading down to the Cullen's place before Billy had even woken up. I was certain that he wouldn't miss my presence, and I was a little excited to learn how to properly court a woman. I was comfortable in my masculinity enough to push it aside for a day in order to really know how girls worked, and I had four more than willing women to help me with it.

I shouldn't have been so excited, in hindsight.

I spent a majority of my day wedged between the four women on the living room couch as they forced me to watch every possible romance movie on the market. By the time mid-afternoon rolled around, I had seen 'Romeo and Juliet' , 'The Phantom of the Opera', 'Gone with the Wind', and 'When Harry Met Sally'. I thought I was going to vomit, but the ladies spared me from more mushy romance and girlish cooing at the heroes of the movies to give me a bit of a talk during lunch. Esme had been thoughtful enough to make use of her kitchen and make some of the best pork chops I'd ever tasted. I kept mental note that Esme was an excellent cook, despite her lack of needing human food to survive. I listened to the ladies chatter about flowers, clothes, dinner dates, and etiquette as I silently scarfed my meal.

I had picked up from them that red roses were a little forward and cliché and that something along the lines of yellow chrysanthemums or tulips would be a little more original even though they held the same basic meanings. I had never known that flowers even had meanings until Esme told me about it; I had decided to look it up later and see what I could dig up on my own, but I kept Esme‘s thoughtful suggestions in mind. Alice and Rosalie told me about clothes, and that what I wore or purchased for my intended would say everything; they told me not to look to flashy, but to just dress like myself, and to only purchase small things for her if I were to purchase anything at all-- they said that a whole outfit over an accessory would be a little too forward in the beginning. They suggested a nice necklace or a cute bracelet and promised that if I needed help, they would do some shopping for me. As far as dinner dates and etiquette went, Bella assured her female family members that I was more than gentlemanly enough to win over someone's heart, but she sternly warned me not to randomly kiss girls when the mood wasn't there. Nobody knew what she was really talking about, but my cheeks flushed hotly at the memory of the kiss I'd delivered to her on the beach so long ago.

At the end of the meal and the chattering of the girls, I was subjected to more romantic movies and was told to take mental note of what the men said and did with the girls in the movie. By the time I was finished watching 'Titanic', 'Ever After: A Cinderella Story', and 'City of Angels', I was completely romanced out. As I trudged out of the house, still feeling a little ill from the huge amounts of estrogen I had ingested through osmosis that day, the girls gave their farewells and the good luck wishes.

It was midnight before I made it home again, and while I felt a little like a sissy, I was still confident enough that I could pull of courting Amelia with some amount of grace and skill from what I’d learned that day. I made sure not to pull completely up to the reservation on the bike since it was so late, and decided to walk it up to the house, instead. On my way, I noticed that Leah and Sue were flitting about the house for one reason or another, and wondered why they were up so late. I paid little mind and headed into my room for some much needed rest; I had another big day filled with estrogen before my 'training' was over with the Cullen girls.

I wasn't so eager to get up the next morning and make the trip to the Cullens. I'd had enough estrogen for one weekend, but I knew that the ladies were looking forward to turning me into their personal Ken doll, and I had an obligation not to let them down. When I was up and ready to go, I rolled my bike out an away from the house so I wouldn't wake anyone up with the roar of the engine. As I passed the Clearwater's, I noticed that Phil was carrying suitcases out to his large black truck. I wondered if Amelia and Phil were leaving, and since I didn't see Amelia nearby, I decided to ask.

"Good morning, Mr. Phil! Where are you headed off to so early?" I asked, smiling as pleasantly as I could.

"I could ask you the same thing, Jake. And you don't have to call me 'Mr. Phil', just call me 'Phil', okay?"

"Sure thing, Phil! So, where're you going? Are you an Amelia leaving so soon?" I tried not to sound so beaten up over it, but I supposed that the expression on my face coupled with my tone made Phil laugh.

"Nah, I'm just heading to Seattle with Sue and Leah. They wanted to do some shopping, and I offered to escort them there; neither of them can drive this truck, and I have a sneaking suspicion that they'll be bringing home more than what can fit in their little car."

"Oh, that's very nice of you, Phil! I hope you have fun! When will you guys be back?" I felt like I was spreading it one thick, but Phil didn't seem to notice.

"Ah, we'll be back on Tuesday. I feel a little bad leaving my little Amelia here all by herself, but she says she doesn't want to go shopping with us and insisted on staying home. I hope she takes that time to meet some other people here; she doesn't have a whole lot of friends." Phil's voice did sound disappointed, and he sighed a bit.

"I'll be sure to stop by, Phil. Maybe I'll take her into town and let her meet some of the girls in Forks. I'm sure she'll be just fine."

"That sounds like a great idea, Jake! You two should get to know each other better, you know; I think you're a good kid!" Phil laughed a hearty, wide-mouthed laugh and clapped me hard on the shoulder. If I wasn't a werewolf with super strength and resilience, the force of it probably would've driven me into the ground like a railroad spike. I smiled up to Phil and nodded, wishing him good luck with the shopping trip.

I had ideas roiling in my head the entire time I rode to the Cullen's; Amelia would be by herself for the next two days, and Phil was expecting me to take her into Forks to meet other girls she could hang out with. If I had anything to do with that, she'd be going to meet Bella and the others, and the following night, she would be going to dinner with me. I had more plans boiling in my head for Amelia, even as I roared into the Cullen's garage.

I was not subjected to romantic movies that day, but I was dragged into town by Bella, Rosalie, and Alice. Esme had stayed behind, and I could see the quiet, knowing look she gave me as she waved us out the door and it gave me a feeling of trepidation in my stomach. I was dragged from one clothing store to another, Alice all but pirouetting between racks of clothing as she held shirts and slacks to my body with glee. Rosalie stood with Bella at the jewelry counters, looking for something cute and special to purchase for Amelia on my behalf. I was nervous when we left some stores and my arms were full of bags of clothes... All for me. I tried not to feel terrible that they thought I needed a new wardrobe, and tried to take everything in stride.

"Uhm... When are we going home?" I asked nervously, the credit cards had been flying all day and my feet were surprisingly sore. Alice spoke up next to me, both of her arms wrapped around one of mine; she seemed to be having an absolute blast, and Bella and Rosalie simply walked at my other side, snickering the whole time.

"Oh, Jake, don't worry! We're on our way home, now... But, I'm not done with you yet!"

I could only guess what else Alice had in mind, but I was glad that we were done shopping. My heartfelt sympathy went out to Phil, for I was certain he was suffering the same fate as I was. When we got back to the Cullen's, Alice dragged me upstairs to the bathroom that was rarely used. I was ripped from one end of the large bathroom to the other, Alice sticking my head under the sink and scrubbing my tender scalp with some sort of shampoo that smelled very strongly of fruit and was supposed to do something special to my hair. Alice worked alone, and sat me down on a stool she had brought from downstairs. She spent a good half-hour snipping at my hair, which had grown down to my shoulders, and combing through it. She would not allow me to argue, and I didn't dare do it even if I thought I would win; I knew I never would, and Alice would be done quicker, the more I cooperated. After Alice gave my hair a trim and brushed it out, she immediately started looking at my hands with extreme curiosity.

"Oh, no! No way, Alice! You're not giving me a manicure! That's where I draw the line! I'm a guy! GUYS DON'T GET MANICURES!" I growled out at Alice when she pulled out a nail file. Alice whined, sticking out her lower lip and giving me her best pouting face.

"Oh, but your hands are so mangled, Jake! I'm not going to paint them, I just want to tidy them up a bit! Girls go crazy for soft, well-tended hands, and I'm sure Amelia would be more than happy to hold a well-tended ha~and..."

Alice taunted me and while I growled and grumbled, I finally let her do what she wanted. If she thought it would help me impress Amelia, then I would endure the fires of Hell; I was certain that I wasn't the only person that Alice had treated like a dress-up doll before, and I was sure that whoever had endured it, had lived through it. In the end, the manicure wasn't all that bad... It felt great; I had knots in muscles I didn't even know I had in my hands, and I was certain that it was due to all of the mechanical work I did. My hands were still rough and slightly calloused by the time Alice was done, but my nails weren't half bitten off and there wasn't a trace of dirt beneath them.

In the end, I begrudgingly thanked the girls for their time and their help, and they sent me on my way with my saddlebags full of clothes, cologne, and accessories. When I got home and to bed, it was nearing nightfall and all I could think of was to collapse on my bed and sleep.
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