So I've been having this argument with a friend of mine for weeks now. He doesn't believe me (or anyone, for that matter that his freckles make him somewhat gorgeous. So I wrote this story in honor of him.

I'm sure that the characters are somewhat OOC. However, it's 1 in the morning. I'm exhausted. But this plot bunny would not leave my head. Haha.

So Matt, this one's for you. (I'll put a link to a picture of me and him on my profile page, should anyone want to see his cuteness.)

Freckles.

His russet skin is peppered with them. They're just barely dark enough to see, but they are there and I love them. He doesn't believe me that they make him beautiful.

"Nessie," he would say, using his childhood nickname for me. "I'm attractive, sure," I'd giggle. "But if I didn't have freckles…" A large grin would spread across his face. We'd had the argument hundreds of times, and I still was nowhere near convincing him that the freckles were what made him perfect.

We are lying in the grass outside of our cabin. Mom and Dad are hunting, I think. The rest of the family is in the house. Jake's pack is hanging out in La Push for the day. For all intents and purposes, it's just Jake and I here. The sun is warm and bright, even to my half vampire skin. Jake's eyes are closed as he enjoys the sunshine while it lasts. His large hand is enveloping mine. His thumb stroked the back of my hand, relaxing me. My eyes drift closed and I'm lulled into a peaceful sleep.

"..beautiful…" I wake up to a warm hand being gently dragged across my cheek.

"What is?" I murmur, still half asleep.

"You," Jacob's voice is soft. I force my eyes open so I can look at him. I reach up to grab the hand that's touching my face.

"I understand now," he continues.

"About what?" my eyes are slowly closing again.

"Freckles."

My eyes fly open in confusion. "So you're agreeing with me?"

"Not exactly," he pulls his hand free and traces it lightly over the bridge of my nose. "Did you know that you have freckles now?"

I frown. "I do not."

"Yes you do," he laughs. "And you were right. Freckles make a person look even more beautiful than they were."

"You realize that that applies to you too," I point out jokingly, my face flushing from his compliment.

He shrugs. "I could have all of the freckles in the world and I still wouldn't even come close to you."

I'm sure my face is bright red by now; one of the side effects of being half human that I really don't enjoy. Dad says I inherited the affinity for blushing from Mom, back when she was human.

"You want to bet?" I ask, gently touching his cheek with my hand. I show him a montage of memories of how often his beauty makes me breathless. When I withdraw, his face is as bright as mine.

"Do you get it now?" I ask playfully. He nods numbly.

"I think we can agree that freckles are wonderful things," he says breathlessly.

"I think so."

And then he kisses me.