This is my first FanFiction! I did edit, but if I still have any mistakes, please feel free to let me know. Thank you for reading :)

By the way, I own nothing except the plot. Everything else belongs to one of the greatest fiction-authors of all time: Stephenie Meyer!

A rough but warm hand caressing my face stirred me from my sleep. A pair of deep brown eyes stared into my chocolate brown ones.

"Good morning," I sighed.

"It sure is, since I'm waking up next to you," he smiled, just as happy as I was at this utterly peaceful moment.

I sat up slowly. "What do we have planned for today? Cliff-diving? Motorcycles?" I asked, smiling.

His beautiful eyebrows scrunched up for one tenths of a second as he considered that. He smiled widely.

"How aout we go on a normal date today? Let's go see a movie. The last time we did that was with Quil and Embry, and it wasn't even good. We can watch that new movie that came out last week. What was it called?"

I thought for a second, trying to remember the title I had seen over and over on the ads at Port Angeles two days ago. I hadn't really paid any attention to them at the time because I had been too busy trying to find the shop that sold dresses. I had promised my Jacob that I would go to the spring dance with him.

"Wasn't it called Second Chances?" I said, remembering at last.

"Oh, yeah. I heard that it was the best romance movie of the year. So, are you up for it?" he asked, smiling.

"Sure," I said as I got up from the bed. "I can't see how even I can ruin this date. I mean, I probably won't crack my head on the popcorn stand or anything. Oh, but do not let me get up during the movie. I'll probably topple off the stairs in the dark."

I was remembering the motorcycle dates and cliff-diving dates that I had ruined. My sweet Jacob always planned a whole day for us, but I could only stay healthy for about a half of it. I usually ended up in the ER. He always told me that he didn't mind, but for once, I wanted to have a normal date I couldn't involve the ER with.

I reached out a hand to help Jacob off the bed. He pretended to take it and get up, but pulled me down on the bed alongside him in one quick second. He pushed me onto my side, facing him, and tried to kiss me on my lips. I turned away in the last second. He stared at me. confused and hurt.

"I have the morning breath," I explained quickly.

He smiled and held my face in his hands securely, ignoring my protests. "So do I," he whispered, roughly pushed his lips onto mine.

I couldn't protest anymore. It was impossible to protest. Unlike the kisses with my first love, for whom I had almost no feelings for anymore, the kisses with Jacob could last longer. He didn't stop me, and I didn't stop him.

No matter how much we wanted to, we couldn't stay on my bed, kissing, forever. We eventually broke apart, gasping for air. We laughed quietly, trying to muffle our laughter so Charlie, who was just in the other room, wouldn't hear.

"I should go," Jacob said, getting up. He walked to my window and opened it. "I'll be here by ten. I need to check with Sam and then get cleaned up."

I pouted.

He laughed quietly. He pulled me up to his side in an instant and stroked my cheeks. "I'll be here in two hours. Is that too bad?"

I nodded. "I don't ever want to be away from you. It hurts."

Pain flitted across his face. "You know I'll never leave you. Never."

"I didn't mean it like that. I know that you won't leave me like that. I just meant I'll miss you no matter how short you'll be gone," I said, stroking his hair.

"I don't get why you love me. Someone like you deserve to love someone normal, not a monster," he murmured sadly.

I pulled away from his stroking and placed my hands on my hips. I glared up at him, straining my neck. "Jacob Black, don't you even start. Someone like me needs someone like you to protect me. If it weren't for you, I would have been tortured to death by Victoria," I shuddered at the name. "And don't even get me started on how much you helped me when he left. Don't even think such things. Please," I pleaded the last part, wounding my arms around him in the tightest hug I could manage.

He hugged me back tightly for a moment. I could feel the warmth radiating off his skin. He pulled back to look at my face. "If you put it that way, if kind of makes sense why you love me. You just need a protector. If Quil were available, would you take him?"

"Well . . . he is very attractive," I teased.

"My, my, Claire's got competition. You'd better be careful, Bella. Claire has got very good aim for a two-year-old. She might attack you with her Barbies when she finds out you're trying to steal her Quilly," he said, playing along.

"Fine, you win. You'd better leave and come back soon, Mr. Black, or I'm seriously going to consider Quil," I said, trying to shove him out the window.

He took my face in his warm hands again. "I love you, Bella, more than anything else in this world."

"I love you, too. Come back soon," I whispered.

"As soon as I possibly can," he whispered, kissed me goodbye, and left.

Charlie woke up a few minutes after Jacob's departure to go afternoon fishing with Harry. He told me to invite Jacob over so I wouldn't be lonely. He always felt bad for leaving me alone during the weekends no matter how often I told him I was fine. I assured him that I would, and he left.

Later, as I was cleaning up my messy room, I had a feeling that today would be a very interesting day. This got me looking forward to my date even more because my "feelings" were usually very accurate.

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