I may have put Bella and Edward on a plane, but all characters and anything Twilight related belong to the great Stephenie Meyer. No copyright infringement intended with the posting of this story.

I starred at my ipod for what felt like an eternity. Five percent battery? Really?

I could have sworn I just charged it this morning. I blame Jacob for making me play songs in the car on the way here. He wanted to hear "our song" one more time before I left.

Last night I promised Jake I would hang out with him, and pull an all-nighter. He wanted to be the last person I spent time with before I moved to Seattle, which was an invalid concern considering I didn't have many other friends. I clung to Jacob's friendship for my entire child life, and I wasn't planning on changing that anytime soon.

Jake had asked his older friend to pick us up some wine. I guess they owed him a favor, and I didn't even want to know why.

When he showed up at my house I wasn't even sure if it was really him. He looked completely different. Ever since I was little, I always remember Jake with long hair. He was almost 100 percent Native American, and his hair was long, black and silky. There was something comforting about it, something familiar.

But tonight, he showed up looking like a clean cut, body builder.

"JACOB!", I screamed, "You CUT OFF your HAIR?"

He smirked at me, took off his jean jacket and threw it on the sofa.

"Why so red, Bella? Do you really like it that much?" His face beamed.

"No, Jake. I am in shock, can't you see that?"

I couldn't take my eyes off him as he walked towards me, he was wearing the tightest black t-shirt I had ever seen; it was almost as if someone used his exact measurements to cut the fabric. I just stood there with my mouth open until Jake's index finger landed below my chin and put my lips back there they belonged.

"I thought you might like my new look, and that maybe you might like it so much, it would convince you to stay." He told me with those sad puppy dog eyes of his.

The truth was, he looked good. Really good, and for sure all the girls would be gawking over him when he went back for his senior year in a few days.

His finger lingered on my face for awhile. Jakes touch was comforting, but it has never been more than that, even today when the black cotton tee could have convinced me otherwise.

I giggled.

"And what would I do if I stayed here? Work at the local grocery store? Never venture out into the world? Never find out what I want in life?"

He appeared to be almost offended.

"Take a chill pill, Bella. I was just joking. I'm excited for you to go, but I'll miss you." He looked like he wasn't joking at all, but I didn't want to venture into any other possibility. Not now.

I was moving across the country in a few hours, and now he decided he wanted to get me to stay? Where was that grand gesture last year when I got accepted?

"I'm going to miss you too, Jacob." I looked up at him, and I swear his eyes were watering.

He put his arms around my waist for one of his big bear hugs. Reason number 5,647 why I loved Jake. His hugs could always make me feel better.

I had never felt like we were more than friends, but if I had ever felt vulnerable towards him, it was now. If he would have kissed me right in this moment, I probably wouldn't have pulled away, even though I doubt it would change things. I could almost picture it in my mind….

Holy crow, Swan. Pull it together. This is Jacob we are talking about.

"Hey kids!" Charlie couldn't have come home at a better moment. Jacob dropped his hands from my waist and broke our hug.

I was so confused, but my thoughts were interrupted by my dads wide eyed expression. I followed his eyes to find out he was starring at the half empty bottle of wine in the table.

Jake spoke up first.

"It was my idea, Charlie. Please don't blame Bella."

He said nothing. My turn.

"Um… I'm sorry, dad." Yes, Dad. He softened up a bit when I actually called him Dad instead of Charlie. "Jake brought it, but I was drinking it too. We were just celebrating my last night home."

Charlie looked at me, then he looked at Jacob….. And he was still looking at Jacob. Finally, he sighed.

"Son of a crow, Isabella. If I wasn't a cop, it would be one thing, but could you imagine if something happened and one of the boys saw that I let my 18 year old daughter drink? I could never live it down."

"Sir, we've only had one glass, and if you'd like you can dump it out right now," Jacob smirked, "Or you can have the rest for yourself…" Jacob suggested.

Charlie picked option two.

Upstairs in my room, everything was back to normal. Jake had told me earlier he had two gifts for me, and I knew he had brought his guitar with him. I sure hope he's not giving me that. I can't sing or play a musical instrument to save my life.

He out the guitar, some tabs, and looked at me like I was the only thing on the planet. Great timing Jacob. I'm leaving tomorrow and you're going to woo me with your talents.

Jake was an amazing guitar player and singer, and I had seen him perform at the local coffee shop several times. I was always there, and always in the front row. For a random guy from Michigan, he had a lot of followers. We always talked about how one day he would make it big time, and I would be his manager. If it did happen, I would definitely encourage the black shirt.

Tonight was different though, Jake wasn't playing for a crowd, he was playing for me. Every word meant something, and his voice was full of sadness. Even so, his deep raspy voice kept me interested. I sat on my bed, never moving and never looking away from him.

"I wrote this for you, Bella. For our friendship, and for the future." I had to admit, he was sweet. Another reason he would get gobbled up by senior year classmates. This would have been a good moment for a "cheers", but Charlie squashed our wine adventure hours ago.

The sound of Jake singing was still with me, and I could still picture him sitting there pouring his whole heart into the our song.

"If I could find you now, things would get better…

We could leave this town and run forever…

Let your waves crash down on me and take me away."

I had felt a little awkward that night, only because I knew Charlie could hear all of this from across the hall. He would probably think we were in love or something.

Nothing happened between us. We passed out on my futon around midnight with our hands still inside a bag of Doritos and me leaning on Jakes shoulder.

So much for the all-nighter.

I woke up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and saw Jake in the kitchen talking to my dad about some fishing expenditure they would go on while I was gone. It must have been after 4am, because my dad always woke up extremely early either for patrol or to take Jake and Billy out fishing.

Jake was sitting at the table shirtless, eating all the cereal we own. I swear that kid never wore a shirt, and it probably made Charlie think we were doing way more in my bedroom than hanging out eating Doritos. If my dad ever tried to talk to me about sex, I would seriously die and Jake's bare chest wasn't helping my case.

I thought about joining them but my eyes were heavier than bricks and I had a long day ahead of me. Besides, whatever they were talking about was probably nothing I wanted to participate in.

It struck me as odd that my dad didn't care when I asked if Jake could spend the night, and now I can see why. They are like peas in a pod.

Charlie would be happier than a clam if I ended up with Jacob. Charlie and Jacobs's father, Billy, are attached at the hip. When they hang out with Jake, it's like the three stooges have been reincarnated.

After a long period of daydreaming about my last night at home, I had almost forgot I was on an airplane. We had reached a steady speed and it was really peaceful. I couldn't stop the song Jake had played for me in my head. It just kept restarting, and I barely knew the words, but some of them stuck with me.

"There's a piece of you that's here with me,

It's everywhere I go; it's everything I see…

When I sleep, I dream and it gets me by,

I can make believe that you're here… tonight."

Damnit, Bella.

There it was. My first tear since I got on the plane. I was really going to miss Jake. He was my best friend.

I was jolted out of my memories way too soon by a sharp pain that went all the way up my arm.

"OUCH!" I yelled, grabbing my elbow and clutching it to myself like a baby bird. Irina, the flight attendant, had just seriously smashed her little beverage cart right into my it. Did she do that on purpose?

"Damnit, that hurts." I whimpered, rubbing the sore spot. Shit, that's going to leave a bruise.

"Ohh mam… I'm so sorry… Oops, I mean, Bella. I truly am sorry dear, would you like some ice?" Irina fiddled over me, doing really nothing to help me at the moment other then fan my arm with her hands. Out of the corner of my left eye I saw him move. I had almost forgot I was sitting next to Adonis. Holy crow, he's alive.

"Speaking of ice, I'll take a Stoli. On the rocks, and get this girl some tissue." I was frozen. His voice was like chocolate. No, it was like dove chocolate. Those little candies you unwrap, and find a message about love that makes you feel all warm inside. Yes, that accurately describes the voice of crabby maybe-not-so-douchey, mystery man. It made me feel not quite as embarrassed about the fact that he knew I was crying.

Did he just ask for imported Vodka? On an airplane?

"Right away, sir. Bella, would you like something?"

I was feeling a bit thirsty. We had been flying for almost an hour but I had no idea what they served on an airplane. I wanted to ask Mr. Crabby-Pants what was good, but he was already back in his cramped up position looking out the window.

"Thank you, Irina, but I have no idea what you have. Is there a list?"

"Sure sweetie," she said while producing a pamphlet from her pocket, "Look this over, and I'll get you something when I come back with Mr. Cullens beverage."

Mr. Cullen, eh? Where have I heard that before?

"Thank you." Curse you, airplane, for not having wireless internet access. I would be googling that name until my fingers turned blue.

I needed to find out something about this man. He was so mysterious, and he seemed to resent having to turn towards me, which was seriously eating away at my self-esteem. There is no way I smelled bad. I took two showers in the last 24 hours.

The pilot turned the seatbelt light off, which meant we could move around a little bit. I could hear Mr. Cullen take off his seatbelt and adjust his faded dark denim jeans. He probably wanted to get up, but since we weren't speaking, I wasn't about to ask. Not that it mattered, because I didn't have to. He stood up, and I swear the guy must be at least 6'5".

I'm sure he looks taller when you're sitting down, but he looked gigantic from the point of view I was at now. Instead of scooting out the normal way, he turned towards the seat and began moving sideways to get into the aisle. Irina came back with his drink, and he literally stopped dead in his tracks, right in front of me. I had been straining to keep my legs out of the way, and I was trying to avoid looking at him since he was obviously bothered by any form of communication or eye contact. Weird.

"Here you are Mr. Cullen." Irina handed him his drink. "Did you need anything else?" I was wondering if he would ask for some fancy whiskey next, when I made a big mistake. I looked up.

I was at eye level with his manhood, and I actually let out an audible gasp. There is no way that is his… thing. No way.

It went down the side of his leg like a plate full of kielbasa at Christmas time. I heard Cullen clear his throat, but I couldn't stop starring at his pants… or that whole general area.

"Bella… honey, are you okay?" I could hear Irina speaking to me, but I couldn't respond.

"Bella did you decide what you want to drink?" I can't answer you. The biggest cock-a-doodle-do is right in my face. I finally looked up at the two of them. Mr. Cullen was smirking, and I hadn't even looked at the list, so I took a guess.

"I guess I'll have… um… the… uh….. banana… juice….no…"

Pull it together, Swan. "I'm sorry, if you could just bring me a glass of water I would appreciate that. I'm suddenly feeling rather faint." Unless I wanted this guy to think I was some kind of pervert, I had to come up with some reason why I had beads of sweat on my forehead and why I stared at his package for what could have been five minutes.

Finally, he moved. Out of the seats and behind us towards the bathroom. I let out a huge sigh. I don't know what came over me, I was half intrigued, and half terrified by the size of that thing.

Wasn't he wearing underwear? You would think something like that should be contained.

I'd never had sex before and I couldn't imagine something like that nearing something like… well, what I have. Is that even normal? I mean, I had spent days and days with Jacob since he was 3 years old and I had never noticed anything like that hanging around in his pants. Maybe he actually kept his tamed. This was getting weird. I went from crying over missing Jake, to thinking about his man parts.

I decided I would drink my water, take a trip to the restroom, and then pretend I was sleeping during the whole remaining duration of this flight. I couldn't even look at this man after the way I just acted, and my train of thought was going no place good.

He finally came back.

"Could you stand up for a second this time, so we don't have another starring contest?" Oh shit. There it was, the chocolate voice.

"I have no idea what you're talking about…. Mr. Cullen"

He laughed at that. It was better than silence.

"Mr. Cullen?" He was obviously laughing at me. "Isabella, you can just call me Edward." Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen…. Why do I know that name? Okay Swan, be cool.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of being able to call you by your first name?" I said, my voice snarky. I wanted to high-five my self.

His smile hardened into a straight line. I still couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but his eyebrows lowered and I could tell he was squinting at me.

"Because you obviously have no idea who I am."

"Of course not, I just met you, and that's an understatement. You haven't said a word to me in the last hour… and why do only those who don't know you get to call you Edw-"

"SHHHH…. Jesus, Isabella. I don't need anyone else on this plane to know I'm here." I could see his face scan the seats near us, checking to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation.

What? Why would it matter. Would they all unbutton their shirts like Irina did?

"I don't understand. Why don't you just tell me what you're talking about."

"It doesn't matter, because my life is going to change drastically once I get off this aircraft. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to use the men's room, unless you want to come with me?"

"Not happening. You obviously don't know anything about me either."

"Wrong again."

And just like that he was gone. Thankfully it's an airplane, so he had to come back eventually. Once again I cursed at the ceiling for not having wireless internet. If everyone on this plane would know him by name, then I had to be able to search for him.

It's a good thing he couldn't google me, although I wonder what it would say if he could. I wasn't that interesting.

At least we were talking, because I was going to go crazy if he wouldn't tell me why he was acting like a psycho.

Irina brought my water, ice for my elbow, and Edwards vodka. I took all of it and set his down on this tray.

My head was spinning, so I laid back on the oddly comfortable seat to take a nap. I was guessing we were in first class since I normally sit with two other people in a row, and this time it was just me and Edward. We even had our own bathroom back here, shared only with three other sets of people.

While I was waiting for him to come back, and trying to calm my ever so curious brain, something hit me like a ton of bricks. How did he know my real name? No one on this flight had called me Isabella.

Lucky guess, I'll bet. I shrugged, and quickly fell into a surprisingly comfortable sleep.

A/N: Ahh, he speaks.

I'd like to welcome and thank my Beta, Ayf Bird, for telling me when I make these lovely characters sound crazy and inputting her edits that save me from a whole lot of confusion. I love thee.

Since Bella can't say "Edward Cullen" outloud, I think we should give him a nickname.

Le Sausage, perhaps?

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