I felt like--like I
dont know what.
Like this wasnt real. Like I was
in some Goth version of a bad
sitcom. Instead of being the A/V dweeb about to ask
the head cheerleader to the prom,I was the
finished-second-place
werewolf about to ask the vampires wife to shack up and
procreate.
Nice.
-Jacob Black 'Breaking Dawn' pg. 185.
