Jacob left about an hour later, but during the time we spent together, we hardly spoke to each other. I didn't trust myself not to think of Kayle when I held Jacob's hand, determined not to let it slip out. I kept my distance. Like old re-runs on T.V, I thought of Jacob's dream. I mean obviously the 'dude with spiky black hair' was Kayle and this is not the first time a dream has meant something. My mom had a couple of dreams, when she was human, that played a role in some events. So what did this one mean? Does it mean that, after everything Jacob and I have gone through, I'll just toss him aside, forget about him, and be happy with Kayle? I highly doubt that. I mean, Jake IMPRINTED me and I love him with everything inside my being! How could I forget about THAT?! About every smile... every hug... every kiss...

"Nessie, sweetheart, could you do me a favor and refrain about thinking of that stuff when I around?" A teasing voice asked. I turned and glared at my dad.

"Last time I checked, I didn't exactly ASK you to read my thoughts like it was any of your business!" I snapped at him. He held his hands up in defeat, but had a hint of a smile on my face. I growled and crossed my arms over my chest. I've noticed I've been doing that alot these past few days. "Go away." I thought. "I don't want anyone around me right now." He stayed quiet. He didn't move closer to me, but he didn't leave either. It was as if he was waiting.

"I know you've got all eternity to wait for me to say something, but I'm positive you could find a better way to spend your time." He shook his head and sat beside me. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders and whispered.

"Why would I leave my only daughter, when I can plainly sense that she's hurting?" My lower lip started to tremble and I bit it trying to hold it in place. My eyes started to sting, but I forced myself not to cry. It worked, at least until my dad started humming a familiar tune. It was a lullaby; my lullaby. He wrote one for my mom, and converted it to a different melody to make mine. Almost the same, but distinct differences. I thought I had no more tears, but I was wrong. He hummed and slowly rocked me back and forth while I cried. At the same time, I thought about everything that involved Kayle form the first time I first met him to earlier today.

"Remind me to talk to Rosalie and Alice later." He said with a slight edge.

"No, don't. I already yelled at them, and they took it down." I thought defensively.

"Not until AFTER someone saw it." He grumled.

"That doesn't matter now. Water under the bridge and stuff but I'm faced with a new problem. Dad, what should I do?" He thought for awhile and shook his head.

"I never thought this would happen again." I pulled my head off his chest and stared into his golden eyes.

"What do you mean 'again'?" He shrugged and smiled.

"Doesn't matter. You know, water under the bridge..." I stuck my tounge out at him.

"I guess the best thing you can do," He continued, ignoring my question completely. "...would be to honest with both guys. You have to tell Jacob you think you love someone else and you have to tell 'Kayle' " He air-quoted Kayle's name. "...That you think you love him."

"But I can't! It's too hard..." I thought, biting my lip. Jake's reaction was a blur in my head, unsure of which way it would go.

"I didn't say it would be easy, but it's the best thing to do right now."

"...Dad? Could you do me a favor?"

"Depends on what it is, sweetheart."

"...Could YOU tell Jacob for me?"

"Hmmm...."

"PLEASE! I'm begging you! Do it for your favorite daughter?" I asked with pleading eyes. He smiled.

"Okay but only because your my favorite."

"Thanks, Dad." I reached out and hugged him tight. "You're the best dad a girl could have." He, quickly and tightly, hugged me.

"You know I love you, right?" I nodded slightly.

"I love you too, Daddy. More than a million different ways." I thought. He let go of me and smiled.

"Is it okay if I tell your mother?" I sighed and nodded. He kissed my forehead.

"Goodnight, Nessie." He whispered and I smiled. He left me in my thoughts and I sat there for most of the night, thinking of ways to tell Kayle that I thought I loved him but none of the ideas popped out at me. The next morning, when I was parking my Volvo, I spotted Kayle hanging out by the front doors. He was staring at me with deep, dark bags under his eyes. Looks as if I wasn't the only one with lack of sleep. I got out of the car and took a deep breath. Kayle's rusted car squeaked in the wind and I smirked.

"Forget about the plans. I just have to bite the bullet."

"Morning!" I said as cheerful as possible.

"Morning..." He mumbled back with a tone of cheer on his voice. I smiled and took another deep breath. He gulped and I touched his forearm.

"I need to talk to you, but not here." He frowned lightly but nodded. Kayle pointed to the gym. "Perfect, no one had Gym in the morning so it would be empty." He smiled.

"At least something's perfect..." He muttered and I laughed lightly. When we reached the gym, we stood there awkward for a bit, not looking at each other, until I broke the silence.

"I need to tell you something, but first I got to show you it." I whispered. He waited.

I took one last deep breath and touched his face. He flinched slightly, like everyone else I show, but otherwise didn't move. I thought of when I first met him, the time he talked to me in the parking lot, the feeling I got when he first spoke to me, lunch time, anything that involved him was flashing behind his closed eyes. He looke absoultely perfect standing there and a moment of insanity washed over me. A sudden urge to kiss him took over my body and I acted on the impulse. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with insanity watching over me. As soon as we touched, his eyes sprung open in surprise but he didn't pull away. We stood there for a few long seconds and I was happy that nobody would intrude. I smirked and pulled away, watching as he tried to put the connection back together. I smiled and put a finger across his lips. His eyes opened and looked at me with a soft, pleading look. I laughed and looked back at him, locking eyes. They asked me for more and I wished but I had to get it off my chest.

"Kayle," I whispered softly. "I think I'm in love with you..."