DISCLAIMER: I NO NOT OWN ANYTHING ASSOCIATED WITH TWILIGHT or THE NOTEBOOK.

I smiled as the sun started to sink gracefully behind the horizon. Jake and I were sitting on the edge of a cliff together, holding hands. Actually, it probably looked more like we were sitting on each other's laps, but I didn't mind at all. Just the thought of his perfect body made my heart skip beats. The last of the day folded in on itself as we watched in peaceful silence. The waves pounded the rock below us rhythmically and I found myself leaning on Jake's shoulder, half asleep.

He rested his cheek against my hair gently and I sighed. It felt so incredibly perfect. It had been less than a week, three days to be exact, since he had told me about imprinting; it seemed like so much longer. Everything just seemed to fall into place and I cherished every minute I had with him. My parents had been surprisingly cool with it, though I guess they had known all along, and Leah had started hanging around the house more, which was…interesting.

Now that the sun had set, it had gotten cooler and I snuggled closer to Jake. I probably would have fallen asleep had my back pocket not started vibrating. I had jumped a foot in the hair and let out a squeak before I realized what it was.

"That's the last time I put my phone in my back pocket," I muttered absentmindedly as Jake chuckled quietly at my over-reaction.

"You shoulda' seen your face." He laughed. I pressed the phone to my ear tentatively, expecting to hear Rosalie's voice. Instead it was Emmett's booming words that came through the phone.

"Hey Nessie," the voice said.

"Hey Emmett. What's up?" I could hear a subtle shrieking in the background.

"I have a message to relay."

"Shoot."

"Rose said to come home. She's afraid you and him might be up to some trouble." The tone he used made me blush.

"M'kay, thanks Emmett." I said, trying to get the color to leave my face via deep breaths. No such luck. I could now hear Rose more clearly and she seemed to be yelling about withholding sex. There was a loud thwack and the phone changed hands.

"Renesmee, sweetie, I'm not implying anything, of course, but its getting late. Your parents are worried."

"It's not even eight o'clock yet."

"I said your parents are worried." Her voice had grown more intimidating, so I just let it go.

"Alright, I'll be home soon."

"Bye-bye," with that she hung up and I snapped my cell phone shut. Jake gave me a look and I just rolled my eyes.

"Mom and Dad want me home." I said as a sort of explanation. He shook his head.

"Rose thinks we 'might be up to some trouble'." I diverted my eyes.

"No she doesn't. Besides, what kind of trouble could we possibly get into?"

"She thinks I'm trying to seduce you." My whole face turned bright red as I heard this and I stood up quickly, making my way towards the car. I muttered a reply over my shoulder, hoping he would hear.

"Of course not, she knows better." I thought I heard him laugh as he stood as well and followed.

We climbed into the Rabbit and I stared at the window intent on not saying anything.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked sweetly, no trace of apology in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, but otherwise ignored him. Of course I wasn't mad, I was irritated, and slightly embarrassed. Why did everyone think me and Jake had a physical relationship? It had been three days.

"Is that a no?" I saw his reflection in the dirty window and rolled my eyes. He was using his puppy dog eyes, which had too much effect on me for my own good.

"No, I'm not mad," I sighed huffily and turned my upper body so I was facing him. He leaned across the little space between us and kissed me. I kissed him back and after a moment we broke away smiling. Whenever he kissed me, it made my head spin, and most coherent thoughts flew from my mind.

"We need to go home." I said firmly, trying to remember that my as he snorted and put the car in drive.

As we pulled up to the house I could see Rose pacing around the living room. She was so weird about me spending time with Jake. What she needed was a hobby. We walked through the door, our hands entwined and she instantly stopped her pacing. She gave Jacob a warning smile and then sat down on the couch beside Emmett, who was watching football. We went to sit on the couch opposite from them.

The television erupted in cheers.

"Who's winning?" Jake asked.

"Florida. They just scored the first touchdown," my uncle replied, giving me a really mischievous grin. "It's about time somebody scored around here." Then he wagged his eyebrows like the pervert that he was. In front of Jake? Really? Rosalie punched him in the arm, but it didn't faze him.

"Let's watch a movie instead," I said frostily, hoping my annoyance would register in his thick skull.

"What movie would you like to watch?" Rose answered.

"Let's watch The Notebook," I decided, I fetching the DVD and starting the movie. I settled into Jake's arms and watched as Noah and Allie played across the screen. It was one of my favorite movies, had been since I could remember. Rose snuck out to make me a bowl of popcorn, which I also adored, and was back in time for one of our favorite scenes.

"Will you go out with me?

What? No.

No...?

No.

Why not?

I dunno, because I don't want to.

OK, then you leave me no other choice.

AHHHH

I'm gonna ask you one more time, will you or will you not go out with me? I think my hand's slipping.

OK, OK. Fine I'll go out with you

No, don't do me any favors.

No, no I want to.

Say it.

I wanna go out with you.

Say it again.

I WANNA GO OUT WITH YOU!

All right, all right we'll go out."*

I smiled, content. It was so sweet when he asked her out on their first date. Even though it was overdramatic and slightly suicidal, it was still way romantic. I figured Jake would have been asleep by then; he and Seth didn't seem to like chick flicks. To my surprise he was intently absorbed in the movie. His brow was slightly furrowed, as though he were deep in thought, so I made a mental note to ask him about it later, but turned my attention back to the flat screen.

I was crying before the movie was halfway over. My hand was resting in Jacob's, and as my eyes started to leak salty tears he rubbed soothing circles on my palm with his thumb. It felt comforting, which made me cry harder because he really did care.

It almost felt wrong for him to care about me so much. It felt so right when we were together, but it made me wonder what I had done to deserve him. I had read about heartbreak and agony, but our relationship had fallen into place effortlessly and without delay. Why did I get off the hook so easily when others like Leah worked long and hard for a relationship that would never last? Was it pure luck?

After the movie, Rose and Emmett told me goodnight and gave Jake a look as if to say they wanted him out. He just rolled his eyes when they turned away from us. I decided I would sleep on the couch since Mom and Dad were surely occupied and probably wouldn't want me in the cottage. I grabbed a spare pillow and blanket from the closet under the stairs and kicked my shoes off. I had slept on the couch before, but it was weird with Jake watching my every move. I wanted to take my jeans off and just sleep in my shirt and panties. That would be hard to do if he didn't leave soon.

"So, um, are you gonna sleep here tonight?" I asked Jake nonchalantly as I fluffed my pillow. He snorted.

"Nessie, your mother would kill me if she found us together on the sofa."

"Yes, that would be bad."

"So, I should probably go." But instead of walking towards the door he took a few steps closer to me.

"Yeah, you should probably go," Taking my hands in his, he smiled.

"Goodbye then," he said as he hugged me close.

"Yeah, goodbye then," I felt my heartbeat go haywire as I leaned into his warm chest. He kissed the top of my head and I sighed heavily. He had to leave, before Rose came downstairs and threw him out.

I placed a shaky hand on his chest to push him away, and then sank down to the couch. I lied down and pulled the coverlet over my body. He looked at me for a few minutes before he went to sit on the nearest armchair. I kept my eyes on him warily. He was driving me crazy.

"Goodnight Jake." I hoped he could hear the expectancy in my voice. He had to go home.

"Goodnight dear," he replied, leaning back and kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.

"Get your feet down," I commanded, more out of habit than anything. He laughed, but took his dirty sneakers off Esme's furniture. We sat in silence for a few minutes and I could feel my eyelids starting to close.

"What are you doing?" I asked working to keep my eyes open.

"I'm sitting here waiting for you to go to sleep."

"Why?"

"Because."

"Because why?"

"Because I like to watch you sleep." Okay, that was way weird.

"Do you have any idea how stalker-ish that sounds?"

"Yeah, a little bit."

"So when do you ever watch me sleep?"

"When you fall asleep in my car, or sometimes, like tonight when you sleep on the couch."

"Now I won't be able to go to sleep; I feel self-conscious." A look of worry crossed his face.

"Do you want me to leave?" I thought about that for a moment weighing over my options. Option 1: he stays and we both get into trouble. Option 2: he leaves and neither of us gets in trouble.

"You can stay," I decided. The wrinkles on his forehead smoothed out and he leaned back farther back into the couch.

"Would you like me to sing you to sleep?" He asked after a moment. I was kinda taken back by the question, but I shook my head slowly. I had heard him sing once, when Seth and he were playing Rock Band; to say it was awful would be an understatement.

"That's alright. I'll be okay. I'm gonna try to go sleep now." He didn't answer, so I shut my eyes tight and tried to think about ponies; happy ponies that sing and dance with the rainbow colored flowers. I consciously slowed my breathing and I started to feel the drowsiness pull me towards sleep. As I began to drift, I thought I heard Jake move from his place on the opposite side of the room, but I paid it no mind. I was asleep in a matter of minutes.

***

In my dream there were lots of ponies. There was a pony that sorta resembled Jake's wolf form, with reddish-brown fur, big brown eyes, and a jet black mane. There was a blond pony that kept biting the Jake-pony. There was a tiny gray pony that was sitting with a chocolate colored pony. Then I realized that I was a pony too. My pony persona had auburn colored fur and an auburn colored mane that hung in ringlets. (I had never seen a pony with a curly mane before.) And while all the pony personas hung out, I took in the mystical alternative universe around us. Truth be told, it looked like a little five year old's birthday party with all the bright colors. There were quaint houses made of cookie dough and the ground bellow us appeared to made of chocolate bricks. There were huge towers of crystallized sugar every where you looked and the trees were huge candied flowers.

It was a little strange, and had I not know better, I would have thought it was drug induced. Suddenly my left hand felt cooler and I realized that something warm had been pressed to it for some time. It was gone now and I had no idea what it may have been. After a moment the invisible warmth was replaced and it felt suspiciously familiar. I pushed those thoughts aside after a moment when I saw that several of the other ponies had started singing and dancing with rainbow colored flowers. They were way out of tune. The ponies circled around, still singing off key until their fast-paced dance resembled a kaleidoscope. I watched the different colors twirl about before my eyes. It was so pretty.

Then I heard his voice. Jake's voice was in my dreams almost every night, so it was nothing new. He was murmuring "I love you Nessie. I love you, always," over and over again, laughter coloring his tone. I cherished his words as the wheel of color continued to rotate until individual shapes were indiscernible.

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