Chapter 1 – (Nessie's POV)

"No, you can't wear that!" Alice said to me when I came out of my closet.

"Alice, we're not going anywhere where I would have to dress up. Besides, I like this," I told her while looking at myself in a full-length mirror on my closet door. I was wearing dark blue jeans with a white sleeveless blouse that was tight below my chest and flared out down past the waistline of my jeans.

"It just looks too – simple," she stated while going through my closet, trying to find an outfit that she could live with. "What about this?"

She held up a short, pink dress that was way too formal for my date.

"Alice, I'm not changing," I said in a serious voice.

She was about to protest when my dad walked in my room and said, "Give it up, Alice, she's not going to change her mind."

Alice frowned and walked off, muttering, "Might as well wear rags than that."

"Love you, too," I said sarcastically after her.

"Hey, that was better than what she was actually thinking," my dad said.

"Oh, yeah, what'd she think?" I asked, curiously.

"That is just between me and her," he said. I groaned. The only reason he said that was to annoy me, and, even when I try not to be, I always am.

"Dad," I complained.

He chuckled and pulled me in to give me a hug. "I'm sorry. I couldn't resist," he told me. "But you know that I try not to talk about what people think."

I looked up at his pale face, skeptically.

"Since when?" I asked, surprised. My dad always pried if he found something interesting, except for my mom. She's the only lucky one whose mind he can't read. But she lets him in there a few ties, when she wants him to be in there.

"Since about a month ago," he said, releasing me from the hug.

"When you told Aunt Rose where Emmett really went when he said he's going hunting?" I guessed.

He smiled and said, "That's the one."

I laughed. Emmett was really going to Las Vegas, not to pick up girls, strictly gambling, but when my dad told Aunt Rose, she wouldn't talk to or even look at Emmett and Emmett wouldn't talk to my dad. This went on for about two weeks. I had to leave the room whenever they were all in the same room, ignoring each other, because I couldn't hold in my laughter. Everyone thought that I was crazy for laughing, but I thought that it was hilarious.

"So," my dad said, looking at my outfit, "where's your coat?"

"Dad," I complained again, "I don't need a jacket. Jake said that it wasn't necessary to bring one. I don't need to pretend like I'm freezing cold for nothing."

"I wasn't worried about the charade," he said, picking up my brown coat, "I'm more concerned about that neckline." He put the coat on me and buttoned up every button but one. Now I'll look like an idiot.

"No you won't," he said and kissed my forehead, "You're beautiful no matter what you wear."

"But, Dad," I started, ignoring what he said. He always told me that to get me to wear something that I didn't want to. "It's just Jacob. He's not going to do anything."

"Nessie, he's a guy. A human guy," he said. I started to protest, but he beat me, "I'm not saying he's going to try and do anything, but I don't even want to give him the idea of doing anything."

"But, Dad," I said, "he's not going to do anything and that's the only thing that really counts. It doesn't matter what he's thinking." I started unbuttoning the coat. He didn't try to stop me, so I took it off and threw it on my chair.

"But do you really think that I want to know what my daughter's boyfriend's thinking about?" he asked me.

"Not my fault that you're nosy," I muttered.

He laughed and pulled me in for another hug. Just then, I faintly heard a car driving up the street. I waited a few seconds to see if it was him; my sense of smell isn't as sensitive as my family's. Once the car was about a mile or two away, the scent hit me.

"He's here!" I said, breaking away from my father and running out of my room and down the stairs. My dad was right behind me carrying a pair of white flats.

"Forget something?" he asked, handing me my shoes. I looked down at my feet and realized that I hadn't put on shoes yet.

"Yeah, thanks," I said, taking the shoes from him and putting them on. I went outside onto the porch.

Jacob was still about a mile away, so I stood there on the porch, waiting what seemed like forever. Finally, I saw that old Rabbit pull up onto the driveway and smiled. There, in the front seat, was Jacob wearing a blue, button-down shirt with a smile on his face, too, when he saw me standing there.

He parked the car by the front door and got out. I ran down to meet him, impatient for him to walk all the way to me. I closed my arms around his huge body right when I was in reaching distance and laid my head against his chest. He squeezed me back, almost using all his strength, which, to be honest, doesn't hurt at all.

"Hello," he greeted me, not letting go.

"Hello," I said back, looking up at him, but still not letting go. "You kept me waiting."

He looked down at me and smiled.

"I'm sorry. Can I make up for it?"

"Maybe. Depends on what you do."

"How 'bout this?" he said as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. It was a short kiss (due to the fact that we're so close to my family), but it was nice, sweet, beautiful, and everything else that's good in the world.

"You're forgiven," I whispered as our lips parted.

My dad and my mom walked out and, unwillingly, I let go of Jacob and took his hand in mine instead. We walked up to the porch.

"Hey, Jake," my mom said in her warm voice.

"Hey, Bells," he said back.

"Jacob," my dad greeted him so warmly.

"Edward."

I could tell from my dad's face that Jake was thinking about the kiss just now. I nudged him in the ribs.

"Ow," he whispered and looked down at me.

I mouthed the word "cars" to him. Whenever he starts to remember us when we had alone time together in front of my dad, only cars can get him to concentrate hard enough to switch his train of thought.

"Oh," he said, realizing what I meant. He looked back at me dad and muttered to him, "Sorry."

"It's fine," me dad said in an irritated tone.

"So, where're you guys going?" my mom asked us.

"I don't know," I said at the exact same time when Jake said, "It's a surprise."

I looked at my dad right when I heard the word "surprise". He laughed.

"I'm not telling you," he told me, and then turned to Jacob, "Nice place, though. Just don't get the shrimp. From what I've heard, it didn't get good reviews."

I looked from Jake to me dad back to Jake again, with a look of confusion spread across my face.

"We won't. Thanks," he replied. He turned to me and said, "You ready to go?"

"But, wait," my mom said before I could reply, "can't you stay here a little while longer? You just got here."

"They can't," my dad told her. Now, I was lost. My dad always required Jacob to stay for at least 5 minutes before we were allowed to leave.

"He's right," Jake said, "So, are you ready?"

"I was ready hours ago," I reassured him. I hugged my mom and dad, and then walked down to his car, where Jake was already at.

"Be home by 10:00," my dad called after me.

"10:00?" I asked, shocked. My curfew was usually at 11:00.

"You have a test tomorrow," he told me.

I groaned. I forgot about the Algebra II test. I don't even know why I have to study for it when I already know all the stuff. As we were pulling out, I could hear my dad laughing.

The ride was silent for a few minutes. We didn't usually talk until we were out of hearing distance of my dad.

"So, where are we going?" I asked him, thinking that it was safe enough to ask.

"Shh," he said and closed his eyes tightly to concentrate on something.

"Oh," I said and had to endure three more minutes of silence before he spoke again.

"Okay, I think it's safe now," he said as relief ran through his whole body. "Sorry about that earlier. It's just that I didn't want your dad to know where we're going."

"Which is where?" I asked.

"The beach," he said, looking at me.

"And my dad thought that we were going…?"

"A restaurant in Port Angles. Or at least that's what I kept thinking about," he said, smiling.

I smiled back. That's why my dad didn't mind me leaving early. He thought that we were going somewhere public; somewhere with a lot of people around.

"Genius," I said to him and leaned in for a small kiss. I felt the car lurched to the right suddenly, breaking the kiss. Jacob quickly turned the wheel back to the left and got the car steady again. Both our hearts were beating fast, but Jake looked like he was about the have a heart attack while I was cracking up next to him.

"Sorry about that," he said when both he and I calmed down.

"Don't be sorry," I said to him, "That was sort-of fun."

He snorted. "Yeah, almost crash into a ditch, maybe killing us, is such a blast," he said sarcastically.

"It is when you don't actually crash," I replied.

"I bet you anything that even if we did crash back there, you'd still be laughing about it," he said, grinning.

"No, I wouldn't -" I started to say, but then thought about it for a minute, "Yeah, I probably would."

"And I'd be standing there next to you, laughing with you," he said.

I looked at him, shocked and confused by what he said.

"Why would you do that? You almost had a heart attack just a minute ago."

"Well, if you're happy, then I'm happy," he said, returning my gaze.

I blushed. That was almost the sweetest thing that he ever said to me. Almost; he's said some pretty dazzling stuff to me before.

"So what if I'm mad?"

"Then, I'm sad that you're not happy and then I go kill the bastard who made you mad."

"What if I'm mad at you?" I whispered.

He looked at me with his huge, brown eyes that were filled with hurt and sadness.

"Then I'd do anything to make you happy again. Even if I do have to leave."

"No!" I gasped when he said that. The car jolted from Jake stomping on the brakes quickly.

"Jesus, don't scream like that again," he muttered. I could hear his heart beating frantically.

"Sorry, it's just that," I said, pausing, "I never want you to leave, ever. No matter what I say when I'm mad, I don't ever want you to leave."

"Okay," he said, looking out the windshield, with relief and reassurance spread across his face that had a big smile on it. He looked at me and said, "I won't."

"Promise?"

"Promise." He looked back out the window.

"Good," I said, leaning back in my seat. "And just to let you know, I'll never be mad at you."

He looked at me and then quickly looked back out the windshield.

"Hopefully," I heard him say under his breath.

I decided not to push into it more and just enjoyed the rest of the ride with Jacob, peacefully.

We got to the beach clearing about a couple of minutes later. I got out of the car and looked around. If I could faint, I probably would have done it right then. The way the clearing look was so…perfect. Jacob put candles around a blanket near the edge of the cliff. The sun was just setting over it, giving off an orange glow over the clearing.

Jake came and stood next to me, carrying a picnic basket. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him look at the clearing and then at me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Oh my God," I said, slowly, ignoring his question. "Jake, this place looks amazing."

He smile and put his free arm around me and pulled me into him.

"Good," he told me, "because you're worth it, all of it."

I looked up at him, blushing of course, and kissed him. This time, we kept going. The kiss was soft, warm, and gentle; I didn't want it to end. But we had to pull apart so that we could catch our breaths.

Jake looked down at me and smiled.

"C'mon, let's go eat," he said, walking towards the blanket and pulling me along with him.

"So what did the Master Chef prepare for us tonight?" I asked him as we sat down the blanket.

"Oh, just the finest peanut butter and jelly you've ever tasted," he said as I laughed. "Also, two slices of New York Cheesecake and two Cokes."

He was pulling these things out while he said this, but I looked in there and saw one large plastic cup with a lid on it that was in a corner. I was about to ask him what it was, but then the scent hit me.

I looked at Jacob, who was staring at me, smiling like he always does.

"Jake," I said in an excited tone, "is this what I think it is?"

"I think so," he said back, "Depends on what you're thinking."

"Well, I'm thinking that it's animal blood. Which means that you had to drain its blood so that you could put it into this cup," I said, picking up the plastic cup. I was shocked that Jake would go through all that trouble just to make me happy.

"Close," he said, "It is blood, but not animal's."

I stared at him and then opened up the lid and sniffed it. My mouth dropped as I realized that it was human blood.

"Jake – you – how – explain," I struggled to say. I didn't know if I was happy or mad. On one hand, human blood tastes delicious (or so I heard); but on the other, Jake would've had to kill a human to get this.

"First off, let me say that the blood was donated," he said. A wave of relief went through my body when he said this. "Secondly, I thought that you'd enjoy trying this rather than just animals for a change. I wasn't sure you would want it, though."

I looked at him with a confused face. He went on when he realized that I didn't get it.

"The eyes," he said as he gently traced his finger under my eye. "I wasn't sure if you wanted the bright, bloody red eyes that came along with it."

I rolled the brown eyes that he was talking about.

"Jake, I'm not even sure if that will happen," I told him. "My eyes are never a golden topaz color like my families. And besides, even if they do change, I'll just wear contacts to cover them up."

"So you don't care about the eyes?" he asked.

"All I care about is you," I said to him, "and you gave me this" – I shook the cup – "so I'm going to enjoy this special present that my boyfriend gave me, no matter what the effects are." I took a sip of the blood. I saw Jacob staring at me, trying to see what me reaction was.

Once I parted my lips from the cup and swallowed, he asked, "So how is it?"

"It's the most amazing thin that I've ever tasted, given to me by the most amazing person that I know," I said as I leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips. "Thanks."

"No problem," he said, "So let's see those eyes."

I looked at him and stared at his beautiful face while he tried to see if my eyes changed. He took a long time to analyze them, probably trying to see if they turned the tiniest shade brighter.

Finally, he said, "Nope. They're still the same, beautiful eyes as before.'

I leaned in again and kissed him. I felt the warmth of his lips as he kissed me back. He put his hand gently on the back of my head, slightly pushing me into him more than I already was. Way before I was ready to stop, he pulled away.

"Hey," I said, disappointed, "why'd you stop?"

"I just didn't want to get carried away," he said, leaning back.

"And a few more seconds is going to do that," I asked him sarcastically while smiling at him.

"It might. Because then I would keep on wanting more and more."

"And what's wrong with that?" I asked, the smile gone and replaced with anger, though I have no idea what I was getting mad at. "Why do we always have to stop?"

"Well, for one, you're only seven," he said, "I don't think that -"

I interrupted him. "Jake, do I look like I'm seven years old?"

"No, b -"

I cut him off again. "Do I even sound like a seven year old?"

He stared at me and didn't answer the question. He looked down at his feet and away from me.

"Why do we have to wait? I mean, there's no point since we're both going to stay this way forever. What will waiting do?"

"You're not ready," he said flatly and glaring at me. "And I'm not going to do that to you when you're not ready."

"You're not going to or don't want to?" I asked him, glaring back at him.

His anger was immediately replaced with pain that looked like I just slapped him in the face. "Don't want to?" he repeated. "Don't ever think that! You don't know how much I want you. It's just that -" he cut off.

"Just what?" I ask angrily.

"You're not ready," he snapped back.

"Jake," I said, leaning in closer to him. I looked him directly in the eyes so that he'll know that I mean it, "I decide when I'm ready and I'm ready. I don't have to or want to wait any longer."

He looked at me with his eyes that were filled with sadness and not a trace of anger in them.

"But what if something goes wrong? I can't -" he started.

"What could possibly go wrong?" I questioned him.

He looked down and said nothing.

"Jake, I'm ready. Now," I whispered, leaning in closer to him.

He lifted his head up slowly and put his eyes on me. "You sure about this?"

"Positive."

He took a deep breath and looked at me again. He smiled and then leaned in to kiss me slowly.

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A/N: Hope you guys like the story so far. I'm hoping that i'll be able to update today or tomorrow at the latest. But please tell me what you think of it so far, i'm expecting a lot of reviews, please don't let me be disappointed.