Hey you guys I'm so sorry. I decided to try my hand at real life and failed miserably. I'm back now, and those of you who gave up on me I don't blame you. Anyway on with the story.
JPOV (Jacob's point of view)
I checked my watch for what felt like the millionth time today. I was going on a date with my crush, Bella. I know she just wants to be friends, but I'm hoping she'll at least give me a shot. I really like her. I felt my phone buzz in my pocket and saw an unfamiliar number. I read the message and felt my stomach clench in disgust. It read...
Hey sexi (; wanna meet up l8r?
~Jess~
Ugh! It could be no one else except Jessica. I REALLY wish she'd leave me alone. Just because she was head cheerleader and was captain of the middle school football team does not automatically make us an item. My phone buzzed again in my pocket. I sent up a quick prayer that it wasn't Jessica. A humongous smile spread across my face as Bella's picture flashed across the screen. A quick text popped up underneath
"K c u there!"
YES! She said yes! I was faced with a new dilemma. What was I going to wear? I'll ask my sister, Leah, tomorrow. I went to sleep with the widest grin on my face, dreaming of tomorrow.
(A/N yes Jacob's a good guy... I guess you're going to find out right along with me whether he's the RIGHT guy.)
BPOV (early morning after the party)
"Hey Bells, thanks for your help cleaning up." Alice said with a wide smile on her face, far too happy for a teenager cleaning up in the blessed a.m.
"So I'm assuming something went right yesterday, maybe between you and a certain shy blondie." I teased.
"As a matter of fact yes, and by the way don't call him that you make him sound like a golden retriever." She replied.
"Ooh, someone's being sensitive. I wonder why?" I said
"Okay don't tell anyone, but I think he could be the one." she said quietly.
"Are you sure Ali-cat? Maybe you're listening to too much Miley Cyrus?"
"I'm positive, though I do have that album on repeat."
Uh oh, I could tell she was going to go into yet another monologue on the 'awesomeness' of Miley Cyrus/Hannah Montana. I hurriedly plugged my ears shouting out bands that I thought a hundred times better than her.
"Linkin Park, Relient K, Green Day, Bowling for Soup, My Chemical Romance!" She was still trolling on and on so I played my ace that I always kept snuggly up my sleeve.
"Hey Ali did you see the latest Jonas Brothers' music video?" I breathed a little easier as she switched to the topic of Nick's hair, which she could talk about for HOURS.
AOV
Ooh Nick Jonas's hair is just SO cute, if I didn't already have Jasper, well never mind I do have Jasper so that's a moot point. Wait a minute!
"BELLA!" I screeched. "Were you trying to distract me from your date tonight?"
"Dang, busted." she muttered under her breath.
"Upstairs, take a shower." I growled. She backed away scared and fled up the stairs. Wow, I wonder if that'll work on Edward. Hmmmm, that's something to think about.
BPOV (sorry for the whiplash from POV changes)
I showered using my favorite strawberry shampoo and waited for Alice to arrive with the axe (and various other tools she used to 'beautify' me.) Alice bounded into the room, directing me to a chair in the center of the vanity. I did as directed; Alice started to brush my hair.
"Dar-ling I shall transform vee. Yoo shall be boo-tiful!"
"One question, what the heck kinda accent was that?" I asked completely puzzled.
"Be very quiet. I'm hunting fashion." Alice replied and proceeded to all those girl things that in a million years I will never understand.
A few hours and a mystifying female process later...
The doorbell rang echoing throughout the house. Alice quickly bounded down the stairs; making sure to stop on the bottom step and smooth her hair. She slowly opened the door as if trying to torture the poor boy. I couldn't decide whether his face fell at the sight of Alice or not. She smiled brightly, then turned toward the top of the staircase and called for me. I slowly walked down the stairs careful not to trip over anything. I carefully surveyed Jacob as I walked. His long black hair was pulled into a stubby ponytail, his black t-shirt showing the beginning of some serious muscle definition and also emphasizing his eyes making them seem a deep almost onyx colored. He was very handsome, but my heart didn't jump-start or stop dead in its tracks in his presence.
Sorry it took so long for me to get this out. I want to thank Little BlueMonkeySponge for guessing,but the story was Maximum Ride: the Angel Experiment. Also I'd like to thank Stronger than you since 1915 (virtual cookies to youfor reviewing my other story "Summer Lovin'"), KnKCullen, JBhearter12, and bedlight-for-blueeye. Have a wonderful day! Lots of love! Nick1488
