A/N : Okay, so this is my first fanfic ever. I started it like a billion years ago and thought it needed to be published. I'm hoping beyond hope that you like it and I want to assure you that once I get into it, the writing will hopefully become better. I DEFINITELY want any reviews you ever want to give me, especially the ones saying how I should improve. I really hope you like it.
Oh, and I'm not Stephenie Meyer. That should be fairly obvious just by writing style, but just for all of you who were curious. I don't own any of the characters. If I did, I would have made Bella leave Edward and get with Jacob. I do wish I owned Jacob. Or Taylor. That would work too. :]
I studied his face and its utter perfection. The perfect way his forehead creased when he was worried, and the way it smoothed with his smile. I stared at his dark eyebrows that sculpted his eyes so well. Oh and his eyes. You could get lost in the chocolate ocean of his eyes. I watched as he looked down at his food, causing his eyelashes to sweep down across those beautiful eyes. I continued down his face, looking at the way his nose met his perfect lips, stretched across his white, straight teeth. While I was staring at those lips, they pulled back into a smile and I almost lost it. That smile of his makes my heart stop, and I could look at it forever. I watched as his lips formed a word. What were they saying? Bel....la...Bell.....a....Bella. Oh, he was saying my name. I could watch him say my name forever.
"Bella?" Jacob said questioning, bringing me back to reality, "You with me? Where'd you go?"
"Oh. I'm here. Sorry. I was just looking at..." I said quickly, trying to think of a reason I would have been staring at his face. Is there any other reason to be staring then the fact that it is so perfect and gorgeous with the beautiful...Oh snap out of it, Bella! You're suppose to be thinking of an excuse!
"My face. You were looking at my face. See something you like, Bells?" asked Jacob as his mouth turned up into that cute smirk he always has.
Well, obviously. But I felt like we hadn't gotten to that place yet. I had just gotten over Edward and realized my feelings for my best friend. Obviously I knew he shared similar feelings, because he had made it quite known, but how do you just come out and tell someone, "Oh, yeah, I decided since my other boyfriend, the one that is your arch-nemesis and you wouldn't mind tearing limb from limb, is gone, I would move on with my life and start looking for someone else and...here you are. Let's date." No, don't think that would work. I would just have to bide my time til the perfect moment came along.
"You have mustard on your face," I replied with a roll of my eyes and what I hoped was a flirtatious grin. Good one, Bella. Quick thinking. I'm going to need some more of that if I plan to be around Jacob.
I watched as his lit up expression turned to that of embarrassment as he violently wiped his face. I really shouldn't do that, you know. Mess with his mind. But he looks so darn cute when he's embarrassed, and I mean, how often does that really happen, right?
"Oh, uh, thanks," he said sheepishly, still wiping his face, "So anyways. I was thinking we could go down to the beach. I'm pretty sure someone is having a bonfire, and I think the water is probably even warm enough for someone as little as you," he said with that trademark grin, all previous embarrassment now replaced with smugness. "I mean, I guess I could always keep my shirt on if you think it would be too much of a distraction. I would hate to have to save you from drowning."
"Sure, sure," I mimicked him, staring down at my food, "I'm sure I could handle your body. The better question is are you going to be able to handle me in a bikini. I'd hate to have to tell Sam the reason I let his beta drown was because he couldn't stop staring at me."
Did I just say that?! That was SO unlike me. I swear, he brings this out of me. All the months of his unending torture of flirting has become a bad influence on me. I looked up, trying to catch his first reaction to what I had said. He looked astonished at first, but it was quickly replaced by a huge grin.
"I'm sure I can handle it. So, finish eating so we can go. I'll pay and wait for you in the car," he said, sliding out of our booth. He took a few steps toward the cashier, hurriedly paying her as she stared at him. I definitely understood. The way his shirt lay tight against his chest, it was obvious he had an amazing body underneath it. The thing that surprised me the most was how angry her staring made me. I quickly stood up, leaving my half eaten food sitting next to Jake's completely clean plate and jogged after him, trying to catch up.
"Afraid I would leave you?" he asked with a wink, once I caught up.
"Not at all. Just ready to go. We have to swing by my house and get my swimsuit though."
"Fine with me," he replied. "As long as you don't mind going by the house to get my trunks. I would say I could swim nude, I just know that Emily will be there, and I don't want Sam to get jealous of her staring like you did with that waitress a minute ago," he said, eyes sparkling with his obvious amusement at his own joke.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, not very convincingly, "But I do find it very interesting that you have such confidence in your own size that you expect to elicit jealousy from imprinted women just at the sight of it."
He quickly grabbed my arm, forcing us to a stop. I looked up into his eyes trying to see if my joke had made him angry. He starred back at me, pulling our faces closer together. I had to remind myself how to breathe. "Oh. I have complete confidence," he breathed, our mouths almost touching. He quickly let go of me and began walking to the Rabbit with what sounded like a faint chuckle.
This boy. He would be the death of me. I could see it. I quickly walked after him, trying to dispel the thoughts of extreme attraction I was having. This was going to be a long day.
