Choose Wisely

Things I own: the new IPod Nano in black, Dr. Martens vintage 1914 boots, Batman earrings and necklace, a cinnamon red Kitchen Aid mixer, things I do not own: Twilight, SMeyer has those rights. I just make the characters and make twist turn and go bump in the night.

A/N This is my first fanfiction, and I hope I don't disappoint. If you like it please review and tell your friends and message boards about it. I just wanted to write some classic teenage angst. Not a whole lot of smut...yet... but be patient it will come. I love requests or suggestions so please feel free. Comments about how much you hate it may not be replied to as often but I do appreciate them and any constructive criticism you have. Oh and breathe... this is going to be cannon pairings E/B, J/A, E/R etc...

*love* Autumn

BPOV

"Come on Bells!" he said almost in a whine. My boyfriend Jacob and I had been cooped up in my bedroom for going on four hours now. I had to make up this work for history and Jacob was trying to memorize the inner workings of some foreign car or another for his shop class. My dad, Charlie, was called into work; he is police chief, and the best friend of Jacob's dad Billy. Ever since Jacob and I started dating about nine months ago, our fathers seemed to reward us with an abnormal amount of trust for hormone ridden teenagers. We just assumed it was because they thought they had one up on us by each being the parental unit to one half of this relationship. They clearly forgot how resourceful lust filled teenagers can be. "We have been in this dark room, all alone, for almost four hours , and all you have let me do is run my fingers over the only exposed skin that sweater allows", he told me.

"Just let me finish this page of notes than I promise I will take this sweater off" I guaranteed him, looking up from under my lashes as I slightly kept my head turned to my left. A look I knew would appease him enough to at least finish this section in my text book.

We had been making out practically every day since I moved to Forks this summer. Making up for lost time we liked to say, because for the first six months of our relationship I lived in Arizona with Renee, my mom. But now my mom is traveling with her new Husband Phil. I could have traveled with them, but I knew I wanted to really take things to the next level with Jacob and I couldn't do that while being 1500 miles away. So I decided to move in here with Charlie, and to be closer to my Jacob. Making out was fun. It had never gone too far, mostly just a lot of kissing, every once in a while there would be a little groping, maybe even some rubbing of certain key body parts but I never really let anything go beyond the point of no return.

I know I am 17, and that probably every other 17 year old in Forks High has sex. But, and maybe I am a prude for saying this, but I like to think of myself as different.

Jake sighed a lengthy breath of the warm air and glanced at me. I knew that look; he was getting impatient for the make out session to start today. "Jake, you know I have to finish this work to be caught up here, and with school starting tomorrow I really don't want to start off behind. Just give me ten more minutes and my lips will be all yours", I smiled at him, trying desperately to show him simultaneously that I want him and that I was serious about finishing my work. He smiled back, and I knew that meant he would hold me to that.

Tomorrow is my first day at Forks High School. Jacob goes to school on La Push Indian reservation. This officially means I know zero people at my new school. Even though I haven't been the best at making friends, I'm not really worried about it. I have Jacob, and he is all I need. I mean no one wants to be friends with the police cheifs daughter anyway. I did however worry that the curriculum here would not be proficient. In Arizona I had taken mostly all AP classes, and here I only got into AP biology.

When I was finally done with everything, Jacob was there waiting, rather impatiently, to begin attempting to convince me to "go a lil further, just this once". This was a somewhat regular argument for us. He always wanted to take it to the next step, the next level, but I like the way we are. We have a really good thing going here. And if there is only one thing I learned from my mother, it is that once you cross over into the realm of condoms and post coital glow, everything changes. Yeah every once in a while the changes that occur with sex are good, like my mom and Phil, but usually, and especially at 17, the changes ended up meaning destruction of the relationship.

Which is just too bad for Jacob, because I love him, I love him a lot. So currently I am postponing our post coital glow opportunities in trade for time, growth, and maturity, all in hopes of saving the unique thing we have. A real relationship not based on sex, but on communication, trust and having things in common. I knew that when I was ready, when we were truly ready to risk it all for passion and hormones, I would just know.

So when I closed my book, a little louder than necessary and about ten minutes later, Jacob could hardly contain his boyish excitement. "All right, get over here and get those hands under this sweater and those lips on mine" I ordered. He moved faster than I remember him moving before. He lowered himself on top of me while simultaneously shifting me from lying on my side to lying on my back. I could feel his hardness pressing into my jeans. He must have been thinking about this before my ten minutes were up.

He brought his lips down to mine, soft at first but with more force after a few seconds. As I parted my lips and slowly started caressing his with my tongue, He made good on the deal with my sweater. At first he only slipped his 3 fingers under about a knuckles length. He gently swayed his fingers across my stomach, slowly adding more hand under my sweater with every sway. Our lips were moving faster now, our heart rates picking up, our breathing becoming erratic. He must have decided to just go for it, because the next thing I knew his hand was over my breast. His fingertips lifting up the underwire of my green bra, almost asking for permission to enter, knocking if you will. He waited a bit for my refusal, which didn't come, before pushing his hand all the way up over my breast, where the tips of his fingers immediately found my nipple. I moaned into his mouth when he began flicking it, knowing how much that worked me up. It was usually here that I would stop him. His body language began to show that he was waiting for me to push his body away from mine.

But he had been so patient, so sweat, and I was going to reward him. I arched my back, and he sighed. He had mistaken this as the cut off. When he made eye contact with me, I softened my eyes, letting him know to stay put, and reached behind me. I undid my bra, and slid each strap down my arm, reaching under my sleeve to take it off without removing my sweater. His eyes were huge. He was taking in every moment, every move I was making. When I playfully draped my bra over his head he grinned his huge Jacob grin. "Green huh? And here I was imagining you in plain white cotton bra and panties. Guess I have a lot to learn about my Bella" he said as he looked down toward the crotch of my jeans, raising his eyebrows, hinting at me to let him also learn the color of my panties.

"One forbidden garment at a time Jacob" I reminded him. He smiled, completely okay with our one step further today. No more words were spoken for the next 45 minutes, only heavy breathing, sometimes even gasps for air. We kissed all the innocent parts of each other's bodies, tracing jaw lines and earlobes with our tongues. His hands never escaped the cover of my sweater. Both hands very happy to play with my breasts, my nipples, getting to really know them, to learn and memorize this newly explored part of my anatomy.

EPOV

"Well how many did you read?" Tanya asked me. I was actually hesitant to answer her question. We both know that I am more studious than she, but she interprets this as more intelligent. So should I tell her that I read all 30 books on the suggested books for summer reading list? I guess I could tell her that part, and leave out the part that there were only three or four on the list I hadn't already read. Or I could use the fall back option and blame it on my dad.

"Tanya, you know Carlisle makes me do all work, mandatory or not. He insists that the more I do now the easier things will be for me once I get to med school" I said, watching her expression for any change. Be it relief or anger, I needed to know right away. Tanya is a great girl, and I do love her. But she has a flare for the dramatic. Nothing is gray for her, nothing lukewarm. Life is a constant high or low. Most people couldn't tolerate her at this close range. Me on the other hand, I grew up with her. I was the one person who had the ability to help her see the medium life has to offer. Or so her father had told me.

Both of our parents approved of our relationship. They all said it was natural, the obvious order life had in mind. That we were the yings to each other's yangs. Most of the time I agreed with them. Tanya always agreed with them. No matter what, I knew we were good. We worked. We had been together since we were twelve, and were always together as children. It may seem to some on the outside to be similar to a Middle Eastern style pre arranged relationship, but we both chose this.

Tanya is beautiful. She has long blond hair. But to call it blond is like calling the ocean blue. From a distance her hair was mostly blonde, slightly strawberry. But close up it seemed as though every strand of hair was a unique color in its own. All ranging from white to varying shades of yellow to pink and red and every hue in between. I love to play with her hair, to come up with names for each individual strand. Often names that related to a situation we were in, usually a situation that was emotional. Names like "The color of rose's blood after I slit her throat" or "Tanya's pretty pink surprise". The latter of those obviously a very different kind of 'emotion' than the first example.

Rose and Alice are my sisters. They are both deep in love with my two best friends Emmett and Jasper, who are brothers. Rosalie and Emmett had been together since the summer before they started high school and were practically inseparable. Alice and Jasper like to say they have always been together, yes that's right, always. Apparently once they knew the difference between boys and girls at around four years old they haven't had eyes for anyone other than each other. We are all a happy go lucky group. It has been the six of us since grade school. Sometimes a newbie or even a new couple would attempt to enter our tightly knit circle, but they never hung around after the realization that our unintentional force field had yet to be broken. Again, nature's order for things.

"Edward… What do you think of this Chap Stick I'm wearing? It is supposed to taste like raspberries." This was Tanya's way of telling me to pay more attention to her. Preferably the lips on hers kind of attention. So, I gladly filled her request. I stood up from my piano bench, and walked over to her, grabbing the back of her neck and sternly pushing her lips apart with my tongue. This was all done with one solid movement, no pausing or hesitating. Tanya and I were not having sex, simply because I can be very old fashioned. This was to her disapproval. She had spent many nights planning and scheming to figure out a way to change my mind. I had told her that I wasn't waiting for marriage, but I was waiting until the most important things in my life were more important than text messages, teachers and keeping my parents at bay. For me it just would ruin the experience knowing in the back of my head that if my parents found out they would be pissed. At the very least because we had done it under their roof. To me, that is not the situation when you allow yourself to become most vulnerable. I always had these crazy images of just starting to forget that the world even exists outside of my pleasing the woman I love, and BAM one of our parents walks in. Yeah that's classy, that's romantic. No thanks.

I continued kissing her, nibbling her neck and ears, fondling her breasts, squeezing her butt. She had reached down and was rubbing my dick over my jeans. It felt very good, almost too good. It was as if my dick was trying to convince me to jump down from the high ground and take her right now. So I stopped. She sighed, knowing defeat when she sees it. We both looked at the clock at the same time, 6:52. "I have to go get ready for tomorrow. I have to decide on my first day of school outfit, I'll call you later" she said with a blank stare. "Love you" I told her as she was already walking out the door, "Me too" she said, quietly, almost as if she didn't want me to hear.

A/N So what did you think? Please review and share this with everyone you know. Thanks everyone. The plan is to add a chapter about every other day. Hope you enjoyed it!