This fic shows some of the important moments in the development of Nessie's and Jake's relationship, from friendship to something more. Erm, I think it is going to have three or four chapters, which are more of connected oneshots than anything, hihi. And I think I am going to post one chapter per week. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it.
Twilight is Stephenie's,so none of the characters are mine.
After BD.
That walk by the First Beach.
We were walking down the beach while little thin drops fell upon us. My hand brushed Jake's every now and then, but he never seemed to notice, or to bother. It had been two weeks since I finally understood where this relationship was heading. He told me about the imprinting thing and I saw what it meant. I was ecstatic, mostly because I have been wanting something more happen between us for a while.
Dad wasn't happy about it. We had a talk that would have lasted days if I, like him, didn't have the need to sleep. We didn't get to an agreement, but he told me something that totally destroyed all my stupid fantasies.
"It doensn't matter anyway. He still sees you as a kid." He said with a big grin across his handsome face.
I frowned with the memory. He was right! Too right. His acts, gestures towards me were innocent and pure. So, that was it. I had to make a move.
"I will make the first move then!" I yelled.
I usually talked when angry. I mean, why would I touch the person who was upsetting me? Made no sense at all.
His grin got larger.
"So there's nothing to worry for at least a couple of years." Dad said.
I glared at him with my pride hurt. Was he saying I wouldn't have the guts to go and tell Jake what I felt?
"That's exactly it, Nessie." He said sniggering a little.
I told him he was wrong, that I would definitely tell Jacob the next day. He shrugged. The guy didn't need Alice's foreseeing powers to see my moves. The next day came and I did nothing. The procrastination kept on going, until this very day.
Jake was too brotherly. And I was afraid of rejection. Stupid fear, he would never say no to me! He had imprinted on me, right? But it just felt wrong. Because I knew he did not feel the same I did, not yet at least. I would have to wait, maybe a couple of years as Dad foresaw.
So there I was, just as silent as one can be, side by side with the love of my life, being the little sister who wants to play and have fun with her big brother. A load of bull if you want to know. I am not so little anymore. I am now six! And it is a lot in my way of growing. I look like a fifteen-year-old and that is not that young, I guess. However there is a age gap. Not big, compared to my parents, but it is a gap. That must be why he won't see me as I see him.
"You are awfully quiet, even for yourself." Jacob said with a worried tone.
I sighted. My thoughts got the best of me sometimes. I usually forgot everything around me when I concentrated in a certain matter. Especially when the matter was a terribly good-looking werewolf.
"Just thinking." I said with a serious face.
He just stared at me eagerly, probably waiting for more information, which I was not going to grant him.
"Thinking about what?" He finally asked.
I smirked a bit. He always seemed to have this urge to know every little thing about my existence. What I wanted, what was I thinking, what I needed. He'd have been knowing it all, except one thing. One thing I was too much of a coward to let him know: The fact that I loved him deeply.
It was not like me, not letting him know everything, but it would be kind of embarrassing to show him what crossed my mind when we were close. My father knew that very well. I know that if he could, he would puck with my thoughts. He pleaded me not to do that to him, but I could not seem to control myself.
Sometimes I hated my dad's ability. He knew it all and told mom all the little sordid details, which led to another 'fun' conversation, but at least she was more understanding. Well, with me. Her anger was directed to Jake. The poor thing never got the chance to know what happened. She just glared at him now. I still think this will only last a week, though.
"Nothing that matters now." I said.
"To you at least." I thought bitterly, completing the sentence in my head. Sometimes I wondered: Was I such a good liar, or was he too dense to see what I felt?
"Oh, OK." He said rather disappointed with the answer.
I hated when he made that face, that sad face. I was the only one that was able to make that face appear, and it had become a constant thing. For the last few weeks there was less touching – to my parents happiness - so he would ask, I wouldn't answer, he would grimace and I would feel guilty.
Our hands brushed again, and he could see how awful I was feeling. He gave me a smile. Funny how just me worrying a little about Jacob made him that happy. It was so easy for me to please him, but it never seemed to be enough. I wished I could make him even happier.
He stopped walking and, without warning, he took my hand. My mind went blank. I blushed and he stood oblivious to it, by my side. He made me turn so I was faced to the sea.
"Take a look at that Nessie. Such a beautiful image, right?" He said pointing at the horizon.
I went out of breath, and not because of the stunning sunset. It was just that his fingers were now intertwined with mine. He had never held my hand like that and a spark of hope lit up inside of me. I made sure it was covered, but I still don't know if I was able to control myself enough for him not to know. I think I saw him blush.
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