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He glared at me. "I told Bella, you can't go down La Push!" , he said angriliy. I couldn't help but wonder. I knew he meant well, but my anger got the better of me. And before I stopped myself I yelled, "Why not?!"

He probably expected this to happen, because he had his answer prepared. "Because I don't trust Jacob.", he answered. Obviously, he had the right not to, how stupid can I possibly get?! "But I trust him! Don't you trust me?", I questioned. He didn't seem to have his answer ready, but still I didn't want to break the silence.

"You know I trust you", he whispered. I stared dumbly out the window at the ever-changing landscape, why did I wast my breath to ask a question I already knew the answer to?

"I'm sorry", he said suddenly. I stared at him surprised. "Why? You have nothing to be sorry about." "Well, if you trust him enough that you feel safe, then I should too. I just worry about you. I know how easily he could hurt you if he got angry.", I pondered his response.

"Don't you realize how easily you could hurt me if you got angry?!" "Yes, the difference is that I have worked on my patience for 108 years? He is sixteen and a young werewolf. Tell me who is more likely to lose control and hurt you?", he asked.

Then he flashed that crooked smile I love. I reached over and grabbed his cold, strong hand. "I'm sorry", I finally had the guts to say. He had a confused look on his face. "What are you sorry about?" "For losing my tmeper, I haven't had 108 years to perfect mine, ya' know.", responded. He laughed. My plan had worked. We moved on to a lighter subject.

"So where are we going?", I asked with a puzzled look on my face. He gave me a mischevious smile, "You'll see."

I hated surprises. Alot of thoughts filled my head. I hoped it wasn't what I thought it was. "What are you thinking?" This was a common question he asks me. Should I tell him?

What if it wasn't what I thought it was. Would he change his mind? I decided to tell him the truth. "I was thinking...of our meadow.", I said blushing as I spoke. He sighed.

"If I were taking us to our meadow, I would've told you.", he chuckled. Now that I think about it he was right. Like always.

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Author's note: My best buddie and I wrote this. She put it up here for me so I give you my props, ransom-spunk.

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