This is my first fiction, and i'm a little nervous about putting it out there for everyone to see. I would love to hear what you think, but please be gentle. :)

I do not own anything Twilight or anything associated with the phenomenon.

The plane came to what seemed like a rough landing, all that jostling is probably what woke me. As soon as the captain gave the okay, I stood from my chair, stretched and grabbed my bags from the overhead. As I began walking towards the terminal the nerves hit me. I hadn't seen my dad is so long, not that I didn't want to, but I had the type of mother who needed more looking after than I did. She was by no means a bad mother, she just happened to remain a child at heart. However, now there was Phil, her new husband. Phil is an amazing person, and loves my mother with all he has. As much as I loved the both of them I had grown tired of being the third wheel to a couple of newlyweds. They deserved their space and I wanted to give it to them.

I continued to walk in a daze, remembering the events of the past few days, when I heard someone clear their throat. I had walked right past Charlie. I quickly turned around to see my father (who happened to be the Chief of Police) in uniform, with a bouquet of lilies. This spoke volumes, anyone who knows my dad knows that isn't a man of many words. I stuttered slightly as I began to speak.

"Charl…um dad, you really didn't have to do that."

"Don't be silly Bells. I'm glad to have you home and wanted to show you that" he replied.

We walked toward the police cruiser in an awkward silence, neither one of us knowing quite how to strike up a conversation. A few minutes into the silent car ride Charlie spoke.

"Hey Bells…I've got a surprise for you waiting back at the house. It isn't anything spectacular but…"

I cut him off before he could continue down grading whatever he had gotten me. "Dad you've done enough already, but whatever it is I'm sure it's great!"

With the tension broken, the drive continued. We chit chatted about everything from my last Christmas here to what we could have for dinner that night. Charlie wanted to take me out, but I insisted on cooking instead. We rounded the final turn on to our street, and though I hadn't lived here in forever, I felt oddly at home. Parked in the driveway was a burnt orange older model truck.

Instead of picking my brain trying to decide who was here I just asked Charlie. "Um dad, whose truck is that?"

"Bells, I told you I got you surprise, well there it is. Like I said it isn't the newest of models but…"

"Shhhhhhh" I replied "Are you kidding me? It's perfect!"

I leapt from the car as soon as it stopped and headed for my truck. I started admiring at the driver's side, then headed around the front of the truck and was well on my way down the passenger side when I tripped over something. I was so enthralled with my truck that I wasn't paying attention at all, because if I had been I would have noticed the legs sticking out from under the truck.

I braced myself for the impact, but what I landed on was much more comfortable that the pavement. Before I had even had time to make it to the ground, the young man under the truck slid out at what seemed to be inhuman speed, to break my fall. I laid there for a moment to process what happened, but I was quickly interrupted by the chest below me shaking with laughter. I could feel the blood rushing to my face, and knew I was well on my way to turning a deep shade of red. As I hurried to lift myself off of the all too warm body below me, he tried to help, and we were caught in an awkward limbo of movements. Embarrassment really set in as our hurried hands ran over the other in places they shouldn't have. The situation was becoming more stressful by the second.

After several inappropriate touches and some tongue tied apologies, in a very anxious tone I shouted "Stop…stop…just stop moving and I will get up!"

With that request the young man below me relaxed and lay limp with his hands above his head. I placed my hands just above his shoulders and began to push myself up, our eyes met. His hearty laugh came to a screeching halt. We both froze; neither of us able to break the sensual stare. In that moment the rest of the world faded away, leaving us to envelop ourselves in each other. The gaze was finally broken when Charlie made it around to the passenger side of the truck.

"So…um Bella, I see you've reacquainted yourself with Jacob." Charlie stated trying not to stare at us. At this point Jacob's hands had moved from their idle position on the pavement to the crest of my hipbones. He was lifting me up ever so gently when I noticed that I could feel the heat of his hands even through my sweater. When we were finally standing, I began to brush myself off, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from the tension filled situation around me.

My dad was the first to break the silence. "Hey Jake, you feel like staying for dinner? Bells is cooking!"

Jake slowly dropped his chin to his chest replying "I really wish I could, but I already called Kira to come pick me up."

For some reason, I'm really not sure why, but I felt betrayed. I had no claim to Jake. For goodness sake we hadn't spoken in almost seven years. I couldn't make sense of it; there was no way to justify this kind of jealousy. I mean how could I expect him to actually be single, Jake had gone from a high pitched, gangly, pre pubescent boy, to what I could only describe as the man of my dreams. He had to be at least 6'6" seeing as how I barely made it to the midline of his exceptionally broad chest. His long jet black hair fell lightly on his perfectly sculpted shoulder blades. His remarkable body was not one to be out done, but his facial features were giving it a run for the money. His face was beautiful overall, but there were certain aspects of it you just couldn't ignore. His eyes were an enticing mahogany brown, accented by eyelashes so long they could catch snowflakes. He had voluptuous pale rose lips, that when he smiled pulled back to reveal a Rembrandt white smile. The kind of smile that could wash away a bad day, and have you focused on nothing but him.

Lost in his beauty I didn't even notice the blue Honda Civic pull up in front of the house. The honk of the horn is what pulled me out if it.

"See ya round Bells." Jake called as he slowly walked backwards toward the car. When he neared the car he turned and stepped in. Part of me wanted to run after him and make him mine, but fear that he might not feel the same way held me in my place, all I could do was watch as Jacob rode away with Kira.

Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it. I would appreciate reviews. :)