Jacob P.O.V.

"And now, ladies and gentleman, we are proud to present our production of Beauty and the Beast!" a chipper, upbeat voice sounded from the speakers. I leaned back and rubbed my temples. Quil dragged me here today, because Claire wanted to see this play. Claire knew the girl who was playing Belle, apparently, so it was very important to Claire that she saw this play. Quil didn't want to come with Claire by himself, and after days of him trailing behind me going "please come, Jake! We're practically brothers!" I gave in.

"It's not that bad," Quil leaned over and said.

I glared at him. "You owe me. Big time."

"Thanks, bro, really."

"Yay, yay, yay, yay, yay!" Claire sang, bouncing up and down in her seat. Quil turned to her and put a finger to his lips.

"Shhh, Claire," he pointed towards the stage. "The play is starting!" Quil reached a hand into his popcorn and began eating some, slowly, so there'd be some for Claire.

Claire mimicked him putting his finger to his lips and nodded.

After an introduction I didn't pay much attention to, Claire pointed a finger to the stage.

"Wook! Dere's Camille! Cammie! Cammie! Hi, Cammie!"

Quil nearly choked on his popcorn. "That's Camille?"

"Yup!" Claire smiled wide.

I looked to the stage, finally paying attention. A girl, who I assumed was Belle, walked on stage. And then I saw why Quil almost choked. There, in front of my eyes, was the most beautiful girl ever. She had midnight blue eyes, caramel skin, and long, flowing, black hair. She had, wow, an amazing body, and when she smiled, her teeth were white and radiant. She was simply gorgeous.

The other teenage boys who were there—there were quite a few, surprisingly—perked up a little bit. As did I.

"Claire, how come…how come we didn't know about…what did you call her?" I asked.

"Cammie!" she giggled a bit.

"How come we didn't know about Cammie sooner?"

"Well, momma told me…about a month ago 'bout Cammie moving to Wa Push. I've knewed--"

"Known," Quil corrected.

"I've known Cammie for a weally wong time, she's my big cousin,"

"Go on," Quil said.

Spit it out, God damn it! I thought impatiently. Who the hell was she, and where did she come from?

"But she's been rehearsing for dis play, and she had to stay in Houston while her mommy stayed here. Wuckily, the cast traveled all over the U.S., and here is the last stop. So after dis play, she will officially be wiving here!" Claire giggled, happy to report this news.

I raised an eyebrow. Hmm…

It was the end of the play, and the curtain call was beginning. Camille had done an excellent job. I was watching, waiting for Camille to walk back on stage so I could see her even better in the light.

Then, she walked onto the stage.

"Cammie! Yay, Cammie! You did a good job!" Claire called excitedly.

"Yeah! Great job!" the teenage boy next to me called, and I practically shot daggers at him. He, and about ten other guys, shot invisible daggers at me. Camille seems to be popular with the teenage boys in the audience, I see.

"Thank you all very much!" she called happily into the microphone, and I melted. She curtsied, and the crowd went nuts. I was too awestruck to move. Such a beautiful voice…

"Jake? Jake? Jacob! Dude, you're turning blue! Breathe, man, breathe!"

Oh…I wasn't breathing. I took a deep breath.

"Jeez, what's wrong with you?"

"I--"

"Thank you for coming to see out production tonight! You are all allowed to converse and get autographs and pictures with the actors and actresses!" the chipper voice from the speakers announced.

"Cammie!" Claire screamed, running down the stairs from the balcony where we were, headed towards the stage below.

"Claire! Come back! You might slip and fall!" Quil said worriedly, taking off after her.

I made my way towards the stage. I stopped at a distance and saw Camille with two boys who looked to be about fourteen.

"Can we have a picture?" one asked, holding up a blue camera.

"Sure," she said.

The other boy put the camera on a tripod and pushed some buttons. He walked over to Camille and she put one arm around either boy. They smiled, and the camera went off.

"Thank you," one said.

"No prob." She smiled wide, and they left. Just as I stepped towards her, a little boy, about age ten, walked up to her.

"You're really pretty," he said shyly, his cheeks turning red.

"Aw, thank you! You're such a little cutie!" she leaned forward and planted a kiss on his cheek, leaving behind some red lipstick. He touched his cheek and ran off. Damn it, that should be me! Camille signed some autographs for some little girls.

Finally, my chance, I thought.

"CAMMIE!" Claire screamed. I turned to see her and Quil coming my way. She ran up to Camille and tackled her.

"C-Bear!" she replied, laughing. "How are you?"

"What took you so long?" I asked Quil.

"Claire did fall, so I had to get Band-Aids. She scraped her knee."

"Oh." We both walked up to Camille. She turned, and her eyes met mine. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. She looked into my brown eyes, and I looked into her midnight blue ones. Time slowed down. Gravity couldn't hold me down. I felt like that the only thing worth living for now was Camille. She shifted her weight.

"C-Bear, who's this?" Camille asked.

"Dat's Jacob," Claire said, still happily hugging Camille, unaware.

"Hi," I breathed, still staring.

"Hi," she said back.

"I'm Jacob Black," I said. "But you can call me Jake."

"Camille Marin," she replied. "You can call me Cammie, or Cam. I prefer Cammie. And who are you?" Cammie asked, addressing Quil.

"Quil Aterea. Nice to meet you."

"Likewise."

"Oh, Cammie, sweetie, great job!" a woman exclaimed, rushing up to Cammie.

"Thanks, mom!"

She gasped when she saw Claire.

"Claire!" she bent down and gave Claire a kiss on the cheek. "How are you, Princess?"

"Fine!" she sang. She removed herself from Cammie and went to Cammie's mother and hugged her.

"Who are these gentlemen?"

"That's Jacob Black," Cammie said, pointing to me. "And that's Quil Aterea. They're friends of Claire."

"Oh? How do you know Claire?"

"Through Emily," Quil said quickly.

"Emily's my sister," Cammie's mom said. "Call me Alicia."

"Mom, can we get going? I'm really tired." Cammie interjected.

"Sure." She said.

"C-Bear, we'll see you later, okay?" Cammie asked Claire.

Claire's lip trembled. "I wanna spend more time with Cammie!"

"You will! I promise."

"Pinky promise?" Claire asked, raising her pinky.

"Pinky promise." She shook pinkies with Claire, and she unhitched herself from Alicia's leg.

"Bye, Jake. Bye, Quil. It was nice meeting you." Cammie said.

"Bye." Quil and I both said. Cammie and her mother began exiting the auditorium. When Alicia and Cammie were close to the exit, Cammie looked back, smiled a bit, and continued out the door. Oh how I so very desperately wanted to follow her.