I gazed out of my window, hoping that he would arrive, and soon. Where was he? Jake, you're 30 minutes late! I yelled in my mind. I saw Jake's black Jeep pull up in the driveway of the Big House. I sprinted out of the house, onto the yard and into his arms.

"Hi, Jake." I said, with a grin big enough to wrap around the world twice.

"Hi, Nessie." he said, with a smile to match mine.

I grabbed his hand, and we walked inside the house.

Emmett and Rosalie were in front of the TV, but they were nowhere near watching it. Instead, they looked like they were trying to eat each other's faces. When Jake saw them, he pointed to the back of his throat, and pretended to gag. I just barely stifled my giggle. I told him to stay there while I changed outta my sweats. Did I mention he was wearing my favorite shirt of his? It was all black, with the AC/DC logo on the front. I went to my room, which was all white with purple splatter-paint (Thanks, Daddy!) and changed into my favorite skirt, which was all black, and my Rolling Stones t-shirt. Tonight, Jake was taking me to a rock concert. MY favorite band, hence my shirt, the Rolling Stones! I was super excited when I had found out, especially when I learned that we-insert excited scream here-were gonna be in the front row! So I put on my favorite studded belt (black, of course!) and went into the living room. And, surprise, surprise! Jacob was being nagged by Rosalie, and Emmett was trying to break it up.

"Jake! C'mon, the show starts in 45 minutes!"

"Okay, I'm comi-whoa."

"What?"

I knew what Jake was staring at, of course. The shirt I wore hugged my body just right, and the skirt stopped just four to six inches higher than my knees. I also had on my black mid-calf high converse, and several silver bangles on one arm. All of them were presents from Jacob, the bangles, I mean.

I laughed as Jacob stuttered to find the words to say.

"Nes-n-n-Nessie! Y-y-you l-look…..wow."

Why he was so shocked, I had no idea. I had worn this very same outfit before, several times, actually, and not a reaction at all. But, for some reason, he was sputtering and stuttering and looked foolish, but in a really cute way. I walked over to him and silenced him with a kiss.

"Get in the car, Mr. Smooth-Talker."

"Yes, Ma'am."

I walked over to Emmett and Rosalie and gave them a hug, and told them to tell Mom and Dad where I was. As if they already didn't know.

"Oh, c'mon, Ness, don't worry 'bout it." Emmett said in his greaser voice.

"Emmett," Auntie Rose warned, telling him to shut up with her eyes.

"Aw, geez," Emmett continued.

Laughing, I told them, "Good bye! I love you both!" and walked out the door, my hand fitting perfectly in Jacob's, and we sped away.