Hi everyone. I'm not new to FanFiction nor am I new to Twilight...obviously, lol. I don't write many fics, I prefer to read them. I have written other stories, but this is my first Twilight story. Please tell me what you think! Enjoy 3
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Denise POV
"Welcome to Port Angeles, Washington, where it's a sunny 74 degrees and the local time is 10:24am. Whether you call Port Angeles home or you are just visiting, please enjoy your stay. Thank you for flying Delta and we hope to be of service to you in the future," the flight attendant says through the cabin.
I look out the window as the plane taxi's down the runway on it's way to the gate where I will exit and enter my new life. My name is Denise, I'm 17 years old and I am being forced to move to Forks, Washington to live with my Aunt Jenna.
I lost my mom in a car accident last year after a semi failed to stop at a red light and my dad became an abusive drunk after she died. He started taking his anger of the loss of mom out on me which tragically landed me in the hospital and him in jail. Since I am still a minor and my only other living adult relative lives here…it's where I have to go.
Don't get me wrong, I love my aunt to death; it's just I'm really not thrilled that I have to live in the Pacific Northwest where it's always cloudy, rainy, and cold. This must be rare weather here or I brought home with me. I'm from Florida, so this is a huge change for me.
The cabin lights come on and the seatbelt sign turns off, telling us that we can remove our seat belts. I do so and grab my bag from under the seat in front of me.
Slowly, I make my way off of the plane, glad to be able to stretch my legs and towards baggage claim where Aunt Jenna waits for me. I send her a text letting her know where I am.
"Denise!" I hear her call as soon as I make it past where the security checkpoint is for those who are traveling out of the state. I look around and find her waving her arms madly in the air with a huge smile on her face. I return her smile and run to her, engulfing her in a huge hug.
"Hi Aunt Jenna," I greet her, tightening my hold on her before releasing her.
"Hey, sweetie. It's so good to see you, how are you doing?" She asks me at arms length. After learning that I would be living with her from Child Protective Services, naturally she was going to ask why.
"I'm doing good, much better. I promise," I smile at her my answer genuine and I move my eyes to the right of her to find what is probably the hottest guy I've ever seen looking at me with happiness in his eyes and a set of the whitest teeth I've ever seen. Jenna notices the movement of my eyes and takes action.
"Crap, sorry. Denise this is Jacob Black, the son of one of my good friends Billy Black. Jake, this is my niece, Denise who I told you about," Jenna says, introducing us.
"Hi Jake, it's nice to meet you," I smile at him, holding my hand out to him to shake, "I hope she's only told you good things," I say shyly and he grabs my hand causing a spark to shoot through my arm.
"It's nice to meet you, Denise," he replies with a smile that looks like it could be reserved just for me, "nothing but good things," he says, winking at me and I flush scarlet. Not only that, I think my heart jumped into my throat.
"Jake begged to come with me to pick you up; he was dying to meet you," Jenna says with a teasing tone, looking back and forth between the two of us and behind his naturally tan skin, it turns red from embarrassment.
"Jeez, Jenna. Thanks for throwing me under the bus," he mumbles out, looking anywhere but at me. I chuckle and place my hand on his forearm. I feel that same shock that I did a moment ago, but I ignore it.
"She does it to me all the time, so I know how you feel," I tell him, hoping that I can take away his suffering, "in fact, I'm sure that you will be seeing a lot of me being embarrassed by her if she hasn't already without my knowing," I say, looking at Jenna with suspicion in my eyes.
"I would do no such thing!" She exclaims as we head to the luggage carousel to collect my 2 suitcases that I carried with me. The rest of my things I sent over a couple of days ago.
"Bullcrap," I call, standing in between Jake and Jenna while we wait for my suitcases, "you like to embarrass me all the time," I tell her and she at least has the decency to look sheepish because she knows I'm right.
"Well you are my favorite niece; it's part of my way of showing my love," she replies desperately.
"I'm your only niece, Jenna," I contradict with a matter of fact tone. I see the first of my 2 suit cases come around and as soon as I go to grab it off of the carousel, Jake beats me to it, lifting it off the belt like the thing weighs nothing.
"Thank you," I smile up at him as he stands it upright to his left.
"No problem," he replies with a smile of his own, "I don't want you hurting yourself while attempting to pull it off," he explains, staring down at me, not able to remove his eyes from me.
"Well, I appreciate it," I say, becoming shy under his intense stare, causing my heart to pound in my chest.
His smile turns into a grin and he closes the small distance between us and my heart skyrockets from the close proximity of his nearness and I can feel his body heat coming off of him in waves.
Jenna notices the interaction and is wearing a discreet smirk on her face that I notice immediately and I give her a look to make her stop. It doesn't work so I just ignore her, keeping my eyes on the belt as I continue to keep a look out for my second bag.
"Here comes my second bag," I tell Jake, pointing to it as it makes it's way closer to us.
He swiftly removes it from the belt and we make our way to Jenna's car in the parking garage. I go to grab the handle of one of my suit cases but Jake forbids me from doing so.
"It's alright, I got them; you just relax," he tells me softly and I smile gratefully up at him.
"Thank you," I reply just as softly, a small smile on my face.
"I know it's still early to ask, but would you like to join us for dinner, Jake?" Aunt Jenna asks him and I look up at him with a hopeful look.
"As much as I'd love to; I can't," he says solemnly and my face drops at his answer.
"But if it's alright, I'd love to join you guys tomorrow night," he adds on quickly, looking at me and I look over at Jenna with a pleading look on my face.
"Of course; we'd love that. You know you are always welcome over, Jake," she replies to him honestly and a huge smile breaks over my face.
"Thanks, Jenna; I appreciate that," he smiles at her and looks down at me, his smile becoming bigger.
"You're practically family, Jake; don't think twice about it. Actually, why don't you bring Billy with you; I know he'll want to meet Denise," Jenna adds on as we continue to the parking garage.
We finally make it to the car and since Jake is at least 6 feet tall, I demand that he sit up front with Jenna and that I am okay with sitting in the back. He tries to argue with me, but I won't have any of it.
It takes us a little over an hour to get into Forks and to Aunt Jenna's house; now my new home as well. Once again, Jake being the gentleman that he is, removes my suitcases from the trunk and carries them into the house for me.
"You know, you really don't have to do that," I say, giving Jake a hard time for lugging my bags from the car to the house as I hold the door open for him.
"Yes, I do. Especially since I know my father would give me hell for not helping a lady," he replies, giving me a cheeky grin as he passes by me and into the house.
"If you say so," I tease, "I like him already; I can't wait to meet him tomorrow," I say, closing the door behind me and make my way up the stairs to my new bedroom with Jake following close behind with my suitcases.
"I already know that he'll love you," Jake says, facing me after he places my suitcases inside the door to my bedroom.
"But you hardly know me, how could you possibly know?" I ask him from my seat on the bed.
"Call it intuition," he answers me, taking the spot next to me on the bed, "you seem pretty amazing to me and not to mention you're beautiful," he tells me honestly and my face flames from his admission.
"I…thank you," I respond quietly, unable to look at him. I'm not use to getting compliments from someone, especially a hot someone who is showing me a lot of attention.
"Did I say something wrong?" He asks me with worry in his voice.
"N…no, not at all. It's just," I say carefully and slowly look over and up at him to find sad curiosity in his eyes.
"You don't get compliments often, " Jake deduces and I shake my head sadly.
"No, not really. Especially from someone who is as good looking and sweet as you," I reply shyly and a smile forms on his face.
"Well, Denise. Coming from someone who is good looking, you are just as good looking and I don't want to hear nor see any more pouting come from you about the subject because you are…beautiful," he tells me confidently with a smile on his face.
"Thank you, Jake and I'll try not to," I return the smile and it turns into a laugh when the silence of my bedroom is filled with the grumbles of Jake's stomach.
"Cause that's not embarrassing," Jake says, his face becoming red from the offensive noise.
"It's already past noon and I'm getting hungry myself. Let's go downstair and find something to eat; I'm sure Aunt Jenna has something," I respond, getting to my feet and Jake follows suit.
Jake and I stampede down the stairs and into the kitchen where Jenna has a glass of wine next to her while she chops some veggies which I'm assuming will be for dinner later.
"Hey you two, how's it going?" Aunt Jenna asks us when we enter.
"Good. Please tell me you have the kitchen stocked; both of us are hungry and by both of us, I mean mainly Jake," I tell her with a grin.
"Hey! I'm offended," Jake protests playfully and as if on cue his stomach grumbles again. Jenna has amusement in her eyes and I look up at Jake with a 'you were saying' look and a lift of the eyebrow.
"I rest my case," I laugh at him and he narrows his eyes at me but his eyes glow with mirth.
"It's good to see you guys hitting it off so well," Aunt Jenna says and then answers my earlier question, "and yes to the kitchen being stocked. I went food shopping yesterday and I bought a bunch of cold cuts; bread is in the pantry; help yourselves," she tells us with a shake of the head at our antics and returns back to her veggie chopping.
"Awesome, thanks," I kiss Aunt Jenna's cheek and go to the fridge first, opening it. I rummage through it and see that she got ham, turkey, bologna, and roast beef along with yellow and white american cheese. I pull all of it along with the mayo out and place them on the counter.
"Shit, do you like mustard too or is just mayo okay?" I ask Jake, looking at him from where he is in the pantry, pulling out the bread and paper plates.
He makes a face before answering, "god, I hate mustard, but mayo I love," he responds and I grin at him.
"Mayo only, got it," I say, "lettuce or tomato?" I ask.
"Lettuce?" He asks with a hopeful voice.
"Of course," I smile, going back into the fridge to grab the lettuce.
I prep everything for us, making our sandwiches while somehow knowing to double everything on Jake's. With water for us to drink, Jake devours his sandwich in 5 minutes while I'm still trying to finish the first half of mine and I look at him with wide eyes.
"Damn, you really must have been hungry," I laugh, taking a sip of my water and he looks at me sheepishly.
"Sorry, I eat like an animal. I'll try to prevent from doing that from now on around you," he replies, a little embarrassed.
"No, it's alright. It just surprised me is all. You don't have to change your ways around me; just be you," I smile at him, placing my hand over his that rests on the table. When I do this, I feel that shock that I felt earlier at the airport, shoot up my arm.
What is that?
I quickly pull my hand away and rub it on my jean cladded leg. When I look at him again, Jake has what looks like devotion in his eyes as he stares at me and it's making me uncomfortable.
"I'm gonna just…go upstairs…and start unpacking," I say quickly and get up from the table, throwing out my plate and make my way upstairs.
"Denise!" I hear Jake call my name, but I ignore him. I hurry up the stairs and close the bedroom door shut behind me.
I take a deep shaky breath and try to shake off the feeling that came over me but it won't go away. I take my first suitcase and place it on the bed, unzipping it, so I can get to work with putting my clothes away. There is a knock on my door and my heart starts racing a mile a minute, somehow knowing it's Jake on the opposite side of the door.
"Denise, can you open the door, please?" Comes Jake's desperate voice from the other side of the door. I slowly take a breath through my nose and continue on my task of putting my clothes away.
"Leave me alone, please. I just…I need space. Go away, Jake…please," I whisper the last part and I hear a defeated sigh come from him.
"Okay. Just please…believe me when I say that I'm sorry for whatever I did to make you run," he tells me with a sadness in his voice that I've never heard been directed at me before and slowly, his footsteps fade away and down the stairs.