Disclaimer: I asked Stephanie if I could have Twilight (not really), and she said no. I own nothing, I just like to imagine what happens beyond the pages of the book.

A/N: Chapter three already huh? Let's get a more substance in this one. I'll try to make it longer (no promises) and try to up the interesting factor. Enjoy!

As I shut the door I heard a rustle and knew the wolf was man again. I walked to the living room and waited for him to come out as Billy cheered on his football team that raced for the touch down on T.V.

I strode over to the recliner and stood behind Billy. He was cheering on a football team I'd never seen before, surprisingly enough.

"What you don't like the home team anymore?" I asked him rhetorically. He shrugged and turned his attention back to the game. I watched without interest for a few minutes. Then I heard Jacob open his door and he walked out to the living room. I watched him out of my peripherals, acting as if I was enrapt in the television. He made a face at it.

"Nessie, please tell me you don't like the Dolphins. They are such a girly team."

Billy frowned at him. "I think they are just fine thank you very much." He crossed his arms defiantly, defending the team.

I just shrugged nonchalantly. "Football is football." I said flatly. Jake smiled at me. My heart took a slight lurch. Oddly enough, my heart and breathing had not been exactly normal when I was around Jake lately, even though he had been my best friend since forever. He'd been around forever. In my earliest memories I could remember him, and those memories went back to the day I was born. We'd always been close, but something was changing.

The subject was creating a furrow in my brow. "You ok?" Jacob asked.

I looked up and caught my breath. "Fine." I said too quickly. He stared at me for a minute. He was concerned. I was clearly having issues. But when he was looking at me I just couldn't help it…

His angel face was a bit distorted from his grimace, but still amazingly beautiful. The copper of his skin was even and flawless, his nose aristocratic. He had cut his hair again after having serious problems with too-long wolf hair, and it lay at angles on his forehead and reached just above his chin. His hair was a glossy black, like ebony, and was shaggy enough, but somehow it still looked well kept. He stood about five inches taller than me at six foot, whereas I was only 5'7''. Jake was solid, and seriously ripped under his black t-shirt. His faded jeans didn't have any holes in them, and his shoes were skater style. He'd had a lot of trouble with his clothing and shoes since he started phasing as everyone had always told me, but nowadays it was a rare occasion that he would ruin something because of his phasing. And his eyes, how to describe them! The deep brown almost black color was tantalizing even.

It took my lightning fast senses about two seconds to get a thorough look of him, and he took no note of it. He just glanced at his feet as if trying to avoid meeting my eyes. Then he spoke, still gazing at the ground. I realized that for some reason, he was embarrassed. "Wanna go walk down the beach?" he asked me quietly. I found myself suddenly shy. I didn't let it show though; things with Jake should always be comfortable and easygoing.

"Sure." I replied simply. We'd taken a hundred walks down the rocky beach. It wasn't a big deal or anything. Billy said 'bye' to us as we walked out the door and down the porch steps. I loved the fact that the house was only about a hundred yards from the actual beach, which was covered in millions of baseball sized round stones of all shades of white and gray. It was summer again, and even the thick cover of clouds that always covered Forks and La Push couldn't keep the sun's warmth from the earth. It wasn't raining yet today, which was a miracle this early in the summer, and so it was pleasant to be outside. We approached the water and started walking horizontally across the beach. I remembered some of my younger years when I'd walk along the same beach with the same boy and had run away from the water trying to keep my feet dry and making a giggle-filled game out of it. I remembered the time when I was only about nine when Jacob had picked me up and waded out to his waist in the water and then falling into it purposely, leaving me wet and giggly. Today wasn't like that.

We walked in silence, listening to our own footsteps clacking on the rocks quietly. Finally we reached a pile of driftwood out of the sight of the house that had been our beach spot for years. He motioned for me to sit with him on one of the logs laid out like a bench that had been bleached white by sea salt. I sat with him, my shoulders inches from his. I could feel heat radiating off of his body, Jake was like a space heater. I could smell him, an intoxicating musky scent that I had admired for as long as I could remember. My family always complained that he stunk, especially my dad, but I thought he smelled great. I imagined it similar to sunshine.

He looked up at me purposefully. "How old are you today Nessie?"

"Sixteen." He knew that. It was my 'birthday'. He'd been the one to devise a way to tell my relative age from my actual age. He gave me a little present every time I was a year older, though no one else did. I inherited the hatred of being given gifts from my mom, and he was the only person who ever gave me something I accepted. Mostly he'd give me something that he made or something small and infinitely important to me.

He smiled warmly at me and for a moment I couldn't feel the tips of my fingers. He swallowed and spoke again. "They told me I could tell you today."

"Who said you could tell me what?" I was rather curious from his tone of voice.

"Remember me telling you a long time ago about how wolves imprint?"

"Yeah. Of course." He had only told me about it a thousand times, plus an extra hundred times when Seth had imprinted on Erin and Leah had imprinted on Andrew.

"Well… I um… I imprinted on someone." He said almost inaudibly. My heart dropped to my stomach. This couldn't happen! I had always been afraid of that! Jake was my best friend; no one was allowed to ruin that!

"Oh." I said almost as softly as he had spoken, clearly disappointed despite my attempt to hide it.

"Don't you want to know who it was I imprinted on?" Was he… teasing me?

I screamed no in my head, no I did not want to know. But still I said, "Sure."

He beamed at me and pulled something out of his pocket. He held it out for me to take. As confused as I was by this point, I took it. It was a very detailed, wooden wolf. It looked exactly like him. I turned to speak but couldn't.

Jake had moved closer to me and now his face was mere centimeters from mine. I felt my heart stutter in my chest, I held my breath.

"You." he whispered. I felt his warm breath tickle my face, his scent enveloped my senses. That one word did register in my mind. I just leaned forward without consciously deciding to. I closed my eyes without thinking about it.

I didn't know what was going to happen next. I should have known. Any person with half a wit would have known. But that made it better.

Jake's lips crushed to mine. He kissed me gently, lovingly. My heart beat as if it was about to explode out of my chest. My arms moved around his neck, my fingers tangled in his hair to pull him closer. I felt his strong arms around my waist; I tasted his lips on mine, sweeter than any blood or human food. He pulled away for a second, to let both of us catch a breath.

"Definitely worth a seven year wait." He whispered with a soft chuckle.

"Six and a half." I corrected him quietly, and then I drew him to me and kissed him again.

A/N: Of course I stop the chapter when it starts to get good! Not quite a lemon, I know, but I think it was a nice little lime. Next chapter will come when it comes, and all reviewers please head over to the kissing booth, Seth has taken over since Jacob is… preoccupied. Hope you liked, comment a lot!