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Weekend plans and stupid wolf fights pt 2

Nessie's POV

While I was waiting for Jacob and Seth to get over there childish fights, I talked to my mom, Esme and Alice. To say they were glad would be an understatement.

After all the hugging and squealing, Alice said, "I got to say it, Ness, I am unimaginably happy that you two finally sorted the misunderstandings out."

"I'd be lying if I didn't agree with ya," I grinned.

"Aw, my baby's finally all grown up," Mom cried and hugged me warmly.

Her reactions surprised me a little. Until now, I had always been under the impression that she didn't want us together. I clearly remember when she attacked poor Seth in anger of something. I didn't really know what that something was, but it was something that related Jacob and I. Something that couldn't keep us apart, apparently.

"I think that misunderstanding things is something that runs through the family; your mom and Jacob always had all kinds of misunderstandings as well," Alice mused.

"My mom and Jacob?" I asked. "Weren't they just best friends? I thought they'd always gotten along..."

Alice covered her mouth, and glanced with wide eyes a little scared at my mom.

"She would get to know sooner or later, so why not now?" Mom sighed.

"What? Is it something bad?" I mumbled.

"Depends on how you see it," Esme commented friendly.

"You're getting me worried," I bit my bottom lip, a habit I got from my mother.

"You shouldn't be worried at all. It's really nothing. Well, it was something, but not anymore." Mom smiled. "When I was six months old, I moved to Phoenix with my mother. But I started visiting my father in forks every summer. I met Jacob when he was two years old. We kept seeing each other every summer, because our fathers were best friends. But this stopped when I was fourteen. Then I didn't see him again until I was seventeen and moved back to Charlie's house. He was fifteen by that time and… let's just say he had a little crush on me." She paused and took an unnecessary breath, frowning at the last part.

"Nothing ever happened – we only talked a bit sometimes – until your dad left me." she continued, not wanting to dwell on the sad parts. "We started hanging out, and I found some motorbikes, and we started fixing them, or he fixed them. We were having a great time. But then, he became a werewolf. Weeks passed and we never saw each other, because he was told not to by Sam. But one day I decided I had enough, and I was at his door, demanding to talk to him." She looked down for a half second. She didn't like being reminded of this. It was obvious. "We had a fight."

"Then the whole thing with Victoria was threatening us, and he had to protect me from her.I jumped off a cliff for fun maybe a week later, and Alice stopped by, to check that I was all right. Short after, the news about your daddy's suicide trip hit us, and I had to go, of course. We weren't friends for a good hand of time. I wrote letters to him, but he never really wrote back."

"Wait. Why was he mad at you?" I asked, while I narrowed my eyes a tiny bit.

"I was a ghost when your dad left me. I was a zombie. He was the one to make me human again, to make me laugh, and have a natural rosy human color on my cheeks again. Jacob was like my personal sun. And then when your Dad was in danger, I chose him over Jacob. He was in love with me, and I in him. The problem was that I loved Edward more. Of course Jacob was mad. He had every right to be, though I didn't really think like that about it, back then."

"But... do you still love each other?" I asked hoarsely. I could feel my eyes start burning, and my throat get thick.

"Nessie, I am married to the love of my life. There was a reason I chose Edward over Jacob. Jacob and I do love each other, but like brothers and sisters love each other. I wouldn't want anything else for him than to find his own true love."

"Am I supposed to be mad about it?"

"No, not at all, Nessie. It was long time ago. Everything changed drastically when you came."

"So I'm a relationship destroyer, or whatever?" I mumbled bitterly.

"No!" Mom hurried to say. "When you came, everything came in balance. Everything became as it should be. Everyone became happy."

"Sure, sure," I murmured, a habit I'd caught from Jacob, the boy who was in love with my mom. How lucky could you possibly be? God knows, who else he was in love with. Or had been, at least.

"Really, Nessie, it's not something to worry about," Alice cut in my thoughts with a serious tone.

"Okay," I sighed. I rose up from the couch, and had all of sudden forgot all about Jacob. "Oh. Mom could you do me a favor, and try to get Seth and Jake away from each other? I'm not going to wait the whole evening for that moron."

Mom rose up and laid her hand on my shoulder. "Don't blame Jacob, honey,"

"I don't. But I have every right to be mad at him for starting a fight on our make-up day,"

"Of course. I'll go get him now."

"Good," I muttered.

My mom had told me not to worry or be angry about it, I was a little pissed though. Maybe that was why Jacob had acted so distant with me. Maybe it was because he needed my mom's approval, and he had just acted like it was my dad's lack of knowing how the 21st century worked, meaning that the man didn't have to ask his soon-to-be father-in-law for permission to marry his daughter before asking if she even wanted to marry him.

Was this just another misunderstanding? Shit. Maybe Jake and I just weren't for each other, because apparently everyone was against it.

And maybe that was just another fucking misunderstanding! Nessie, take a deep breath, forget all the shit happening, and focus on spending a whole weekend alone with the world's most unfairly gorgeous creature ever.

I pulled my clothes off when I'd gotten to my room, brushed my teeth, and found my grey sweatpants and purple comfortable hoody to wear.

"Sorry baby, but he asked for it," Jacob said from behind me and startling me.

"Well, Jake," I mumbled a smile breaking my sulky expression as I turned around to face him. I threw my arms around his neck, and rummaged a little in his hair. "You have all night to make up for it."

He chuckled and bent down a little for a kiss. I'd never felt him this eager before, it was always me who was ridiculously anxious, but he quickly pushed his tongue into my mouth, while his lips felt like liquid chocolate perfectly synchronizing against mine. I was all frenzied at what an amazing kisser he was. Nobody would ever be able to beat him. And I wouldn't ever try out if anyone could. I only saw him before my eyes – his big russet body, his smiling face, his bottomless black eyes, and his amazing personality. I felt like keep going, but I stopped just to bother him. I put a finger on his burning lips, and felt him pout, which caused me smile.

"Go change, brush your teeth, and then if I let you, maybe we can continue where we left off," I grinned and dropped my finger.

He leaned his head back down for a quick peck, but once again I put a finger on his lips, and he pouted even more.

I started tracing my fingers in a long trail over the side of his neck, his ear, his jaw line, his cheek and then I stopped at the corner of his mouth. Working myself the same way, I kissed him precisely where my fingers had traced over. He shivered as I kissed him as close as you possibly could come to his mouth without touching it.

"You make me crazy," he whispered as I moved away.

"So do you. Now come on, puppy, go brush your teeth."

He flashed a breathtaking smile at me, and obeyed order. "Good dog," I teased in a mumble. Just to play along I heard him bark from the bathroom. That boy never grew up.

I found my diary from my secret hiding spot under my night desk. With a sloppy writing compared to how I usually wrote, I wrote an update down of the few things I'd been up to lately, describing in details my newest obsession of designing furniture. My teachers had told me my work was very promising, and that they saw great potential in me. I was on an edge of happiness. From the bathroom I could hear Jacob getting to an end with brushing his teeth, so I quickly wrote it done, but then remembering something I'd forgotten to write.

"Ps. I love Jacob."

I just reached to write that, before I threw it away, because of Jacob jumping in the bed, hovering over me, and finally pressing his lips against mine in the most passionate kiss ever, causing me to let out a moan while clenching my hands in fists around the white sheets, as his hand pushes itself up under my shirt.

He was hard to resist. But then again, what exactly was the point in resisting him?