Work was fine that day. There were some books overdue that had heavy fines already, but all I do is report them to the head librarian. The library was quite empty as usual. Ms. Farrington came by and asked me how my stay was at the Black's. I didn't tell her much about what happened that morning, but she had nice stories of how her father won a nice amount of money at a bingo game – and that he had given her some of it. She'd also told me of her new "friend" (just friends-nothing more! …so she said) named George. Apparently she had a date with him the next week, and she needed me to babysit the kids.
As I rode in my orange pickup truck home, I wondered about Jake. He still loved me. Wait, liked me. I reminisced the memories we'd shared; from the time when we were toddlers to the time when he "resurrected" me from my zombie life after Edward. He'd always been there for me, and even now he still is.
the more I thought of Jake, the more my heart opened my feelings to my mind. Did I still like him? He's sweet, he's my best friend. And gods, how he looked like topless…his rash, boldness was so unlike Edward as well. He was warmer, in his heart and he himself as well. I mean, it's no wonder that I loved him… And still do. I knew it, as well. Deep down somewhere, I was yearning for him to hold me, comfort me – and I wanted to do the same to him.

Before I knew it, I was home again. There was no sign of life in the house; Billy must have been out with the boys. The house was still fairly clean from all the cleaning I did before hand, leaving me with nothing to do. So I napped on the living room couch.

When I woke up, Jake came home. Billy followed him in his wheelchair, directly proceeding to his own bedroom. Seriously, what was he thinking. Half conscious, I greeted both of them. Jake carried some shopping bags and set them on the counter.

"Joy, food for me to prepare for you?" I asked.

"Oh yes. We bought half the supermarket, so no excuses." He continued, smiling, melting my heart. I so did like him. I stood up and scanned the plastic bags. There were few vegetables, but what can you expect. Jake leaned against the counter, his eyes looking at me as I packed the food from the bags to the fridge.
"What are you smiling at?" I asked, carefully placing the eggs in the fridge.
"I can't believe my luck that you're here."
I punched his arm lightly. He faked a whine.
"Me too, though." I added, closing the fridge.
"I knew it. Plans for tomorrow?" Jake asked, packing the food out as well.
"Sunday… none. Library's closed. Why?"
"We could go out. The beach or elsewhere."
"Well, we could do something with this food. What about a picnic? We could invite Sam, Emily, Leah, Seth…" I offered.
"Sure. I'll call 'em now." And so Jake went off to call his friends.

The next day came by fairly quickly. I had made a number of 70 sandwiches, a lot of veggie sticks and much more. The baskets that were actually in this case carton boxes, were filled and ready to go. As I loaded some into my truck (we were gonna meet up with everyone else at the field.), Jake came running out the house.
"Bells, they can't make it. Emily's feeling really bad, Sam doesn't want to leave her. Seth and Leah are not answering the phone, I think they might be out with their parents already." He sighed
"What? Really? Is Emily okay though?"
"Yeah, I hope so. You still wanna go or stay?" he asked.
"I've already gotten this far preparing everything, we might as well go. Unless you want to stay."
"No, I wanna go. Let's."

Jake packed up the rest of the food while I got in the passenger seat. It was a nice weather, the sun was shining. Luckily for me, Jake wore a shirt even with the sun out. I wore my button up checkered shirt that Renee had given me for Christmas last year. The car ride was silent, mostly because both of us were awed at Forks under sunlight. WE drove for about twenty minutes, to a place Jake said was the best picnic spot. Apparently we had been there before when we were smaller.

We arrived, and it was beautiful. The grass was still wet from the dew, but that's why we brought the blanket to sit on. Jake unpacked below a tree that provided us with some shade, and I leaned against it, standing.
"What are you thinking about?" asked Jake.
"Just where I would be had Edward not left me for the second time. I'm glad he did though." I said, tracing the bark of the wood with my fingertips.
"And why is that?" he continued, standing up and facing me. My personal bubble wasn't invaded yet, though I wanted it to.
"You know bloody well why."
"No… tell me." He inched closer, finally invading the bubble.
"Because… you love me and I love you too."

And with that, he kissed me, his arms holding me at my waist. My arms were all over him as well, my right on his neck, my left lost in his hair. Jake's arms moved higher, so that his thumb were right below my breasts while his fingers massaged my back. Meanwhile, Jake's tongue dominated my mouth. As I pulled away, his hands didn't budge.
"Thank you" he said, kissing my forehead.
"No, thank you." I tried kissing his cheek, but he moved his head, and I ended up kissing his mouth, again. I was completely passive again, as he controlled everything. He was a bit eager; I felt his grip tighten a bit around my waste and his hands lowered and rested on my hips.
"Jake…" I gasped, trying to breathe. Jake's head moved to my neck, his arms were now rubbing at my sides. I had my eyes closed, enjoying everything. His hands slowly moved to the center of my button up, traveling up. By the time his hands reached the top buttons, we were making out again. Slowly, he unbuttoned the first button. I held his head in my hands, as he unbuttoned the top five buttons, revealing my heaving chest. His hands automatically started to massage my breasts, while his lips roamed all over the skin that was not covered. I pressed his head to my chest, not wanting to stop this miracle.
Jake planted a hickey on my left breast, mumbling, "I can hear your heart… it says that it loves me. "I giggled and looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then I noticed groups of ants starting to crawl on our blanket.

"Jake!" I screamed, my chest vibrating.
"Woah, what?" He said, looking up in my eyes dreamily.
"As much as I don't want to stop, we should move our blanket… there's ants. Red ants."
Jake lightly cursed as he moved the boxes of the blanket and pink up the blanket and slapping it. Small black-tinted red dots flew off it and onto the grass. I moved the boxes further away from their original spot. I sat on the carton boxes, still unaware that my shirt was open.
"Whaddya wanna do? Wanna move elsewhere?" I asked, looking around for other shade. While looking I noticed the bareness of my chest, and quickly buttoned it up.
Jake laughed. "You're so pretty, it's insane." I blushed, for the first time today, I think.
"Let's go home, there's probably ants everywhere here anyways. We can go picnic at the beach or something." He continued, loading the boxes back onto my truck. I agreed, rolling up the blanket.


Yooooo! I'm back with another chapter. I hope you guys enjoyed this one, it took me loads of thinking of how to make their first move unique.
I have question, fellow readers!
Should I make it JPOV, BPOV or third person? I dunno, personally I enjoy reading JPOV, but what do you guys prefer?

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