Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. Song by Tyrone Wells.

It was one of those moments

When everything changes

She was climbing out of a Chevrolet

On the passenger side

Must've been staring

'Cause when I caught her eye

It seemed I was looking at her

For all of my life

He shouldn't have been envious of an inanimate object—a straw, of all things. But he was. Horribly jealous of a freaking straw—it might have been ridiculous of him, but at the moment, he just didn't care. As though to taunt him, the youngest Cullen all but gift-wrapped her enticing, fruit-colored lips around her neon green straw, lightly sucking up the pink beverage into her mouth. In consequence, Jacob then became jealous of Nessie's milkshake.

Jacob felt the rhythm of his heart gallop at full speed, and observed the mesmerizing shape of the corners of Nessie's cunning smirk—how they lifted in such a way that Jacob couldn't think straight, that made him love her more, that caused him to have an insatiable yearn to kiss her. Just kiss her. Just kiss his Nessie. That's all. His lips missed hers, the soft feeling of their mouths moving in the most perfect harmony that would leave Romeo and Juliet in the dust.

"So, how's that milkshake?" Jacob inquired, interestedly arching a brow.

Nessie's cheeks turned cherry, humming out her satisfaction, and Jacob knew that she was completely aware of the fantasies running around in his head that currently involved her, him, and this table. "Orgasmic."

"Maybe you should share," the shape-shifter suggested jokingly, removing his own straw from his soda and tried to dip it into Nessie's strawberry milkshake, but she moved the glass cup closer to her side of the booth in protection.

"Nuh-uh," Nessie giggled, shaking her head to and fro, the scent of her long reddish-brownish hair swaying with it. "You have to get your own, buddy."

"Selfish girl," Jacob accused.

The half-human half-vampire girl rolled her eyes at him. "Oh, yeah? Then, why did you ask me out on a date, tough guy?" she asked, chewing on a french fry.

"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a pretty face," Jacob retorted with a shrug, and winked in the way that made Nessie's heart flutter rapidly, and he grinned knowingly.

Somewhere in the hidden journal of his mind, Jacob documented that behaving flirtatiously with her was simple—easy, way more easy than he thought it would be. But then again, everything with Nessie was always easy. As easy as it was to love her, as easy as it was to feel a music-like wonder when he was with her, as easy as it was to float on air when she walked, as easy as it was to sing when she talked, as easy as it was for them to find each other in an insane world.

There wasn't anything to fear around Nessie; she was the safest place in the world for him—a sanctuary, a haven. She rarely ever gave him a hard time. Maybe that was supposed to be the thousandth advantage of magic behind imprinting, or she was just. . .the best person in the world. Yeah, that had to be it.

They were just natural in each others company.

"Really?"

"Really."

"You're sticking with that alibi?"

"I am."

"You're a sucker for a pretty face?"

"Sure, sure."

"And that's your final answer?"

"Um. . . Yeah."

"Whatever, Jacob. You love me."

"I do, but you love me, too."

"I always have."

If it weren't for the dozens of people sitting around, Jacob would have pinned Nessie up the nearest wall and tangled up their mouths to keep them busy from all this chit chat. That would have worked out just fine. She was some type of miracle. What mentally stable guy wouldn't want to kiss her? But if they tried anything, Jacob would pumble those douche bags into the ground.

Nessie was his and he was hers—the only way that was right for either of them, the only way they knew how to be. Him and her. Anything else was wrong, illegal, evil, immoral, and Jacob just didn't want to live in a world where Nessie didn't love him; but maybe that wasn't really living. Just plain, boring existence.

"That's good to know. Ya know, I was kind of nervous about today." Jacob remarked.

His woodland irises locked with Renesmee's milk chocolate ones, and for the quickest of moments, he was nearly lobotomized by the concealed green flecks encircling the pupils, and lost himself in the many, many colors. He struggled to maintain an upbeat disposition when all he wanted to do was fall asleep in her eyes, her eyes like a warm bed. But then, Jacob noticed that Nessie was patiently waiting for him to pay attention to her words.

"About what?" Renesmee inquired, shaking her head at him. "It's not like we've never gone out for dinner before."

"Yeah," Jacob agreed, an expulsion of flat oxygen leaving his chest, "but that was different. We're. . . Well, we're a couple now." He had never been in a relationship with anybody, not until Nessie. Hell, he had never been on a—gulp—date, not until Nessie. They were going the whole nine-yards. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Girlfriend. Not only was Nessie his soul mate, but also his girlfriend. "I've never gone on a date." Then again, neither had she. "It's a first we're going through together." An obstacle, a milestone. "I want today to be special for you."

"Jacob," she began, reaching over to trace tiny hearts upon the center of his rough palms, "every second I spend with you is always special. Duh! Don't you already know that? You really didn't need to drive all the way to Seattle for our first date."

"Yes. Yes, I did," Jacob retorted rolling his eyes at himself. "With the thoughts I'm having right now, Edward would be having a friggin' conniption." Whatever that meant. "He would have me buried six feet underground."

"Really, Jake?" Nessie asked, her voice full of astonishment. This information seemed to please her. "You really think of me like that?"

"All the time." After all, he was still a guy. "I'm sorry I'm such a pervert."

"Don't be absurd," Nessie told him, in a wonderment still. Oh, she was indeed pleased. Had she really not known the affect she had over him? Was she actually oblivious to how Jacob's heartbeat would stammer under the sweet calculation of her gaze? "It's not like I don't like what I see, too." She winked, embedding her teeth between the rosy flesh of her bottom lip. "I frequently realize that I rather enjoy the view."

"Great," Jacob commented facetiously. "Edward must already have a plot to murder me."

But in all seriousness, Edward was pretty relaxed when it came to his daughter's brand new relationship, occasionally expressing his plight when Jacob's innocent daydreams strayed and morphed into not-so-innocent ones. He was happy for them, now that they had quite waltzing around their feelings and were finally together.

Overall, it was Bella that Jacob had to worry about. Even if Bella had yet to verbalize any outright disapproval, he knew her well enough to know that she wasn't absolutely at ease with the whole idea. Not that Jacob could blame Bella; she never really got a chance to raise Nessie, not like normal parents did anyway.

Nessie shrugged nonchalantly, if not a little bit smugly. Yeah, thet imprint was mutual.

"Over my dead body," she said; although, Jacob knew it was only a joke, there was a part of him that felt uneasy with that phrase. "He'll have to get through me first. Nobody could ever keep me away from you. And that's not a promise, just a face."

Either way, her conviction was too strong not to believe.

"Is that so?"

"It's so."

"You're always going to get what you want?"

"I always have so far."

"Touche."

"Jeez, Jake. You should just get your facts straight. How long have we known each other?"

"I don't know. What's your name again?"

"Don't make me get Uncle Emmett."

"Yeah, because you always get whatever you want. I should have known, you spoiled princess."

"Hey. That's Miss Princess to you, bucko." Misses.

"Bossy."

"Shut up."

Then, a light bulb flickered on in Jacob's head. It was only a thought, one back-up plan in case all hell broke loose one fine day. Perhaps, it was silly of Jacob to even want to mention it out loud, but silliness was always a luxury he could indulge in around Nessie. He had complete freedom to be a total dork with Nessie—all those bonfires where they would sneak off to their cliff to boogie to random 90's songs, or when they would imitate animal sounds, or their numerous innuendos shared and traded during walks in the forest, or staying up late to make fun of movies.

"Hey, Nessie," Jacob whispered, motioning for Nessie to lean in closer as he did.

"Yeah, Jacob?"

"I've got an idea," he began in a nefarious tone, conveying his absolute delight with himself, and felt like a child, hiding underneath the slide to kiss a girl for the first time, "but it's a secret. You can't tell Bella or Rosalie. Don't even think it around Edward."

"Okie dokie," the half-human half-vampire agreed chipperly.

"I don't know if life is always gonna be fair to us," it broke his heart to even contemplate even three days with Nessie's laugh, without Nessie's smile, to help him cope for the day. The ties of the imprint pulled tightly at Jacob's stomach, and he felt almost nauseous, "or if we'll always be together. Let's meet here, in this exact spot, if we get separated."

Nessie's eyes searched all across the masculine shapes of Jacob's face, confused by the sentiment as if she didn't like it. She, then, stood up and sat on Jacob's side of the table booth, and pecked him on the cheek, the tickling sensation of her tender lips lingered and burned against his skin.

"That's just not possible, Jacob," she assured him. "It can't be. We will never be apart."

"I know," he murmured, under this half-breed's spell. "Well, on the off chance. I want us to be together even if the world falls down, even if the stars fall out of the sky."

"I had no idea you were such a sap at heart, Jacob Black, but your copy of the Notebook should have tipped me off," Nessie quipped, and quirked an eyebrow. "It's really sexy."

Jacob rolled his eyes. "I already told you that was Rachel's, not mine."

"Keep telling yourself that," Nessie retorted.

"Quit trying to change the subject."

"Now who's being bossy?"

"Anyway," Jacob continued, "we just need some sort of insurance, and I know you would never break a promise, especially when it involves your pinky." He stuck out his baby finger for Nessie's.

"All right, all right. You win," Nessie conceded, and latched her pinky around his. "I pinky promise that this is where we'll meet again should we ever lose each other—which we won't."

"Thank you for humoring me," he replied, resting his head against hers, and managed a small smile.

"How could I not?" Her question was rhetorical.

A kindly, chipper waitress, a familiar face that Jacob inwardly swore he had encountered somewhere before, appeared suddenly, but briefly looked at his imprint in an outlandish recognition. Cinnamon orbs, that may or may not have been contacts, strawberry blonde hair, and there were similarities between the two women that Jacob couldn't help but notice.

"Hey, guys!" the waitress exclaimed happily. "How is everything?"

Nessie and Jacob exchanged smiles. "Perfect."


Unlike that morning on La Push, Jacob awoke with the most beautiful woman in the universe, protectively and possessively wrapped up in his strong arms, the alluring aroma of caramel and pine tangled deliciously in Nessie's auburn tendrils. Serenity illuminated from Jacob's russet skin, the tired spirit of a smile etching the contours of his mouth. His Nessie, asleep and beautiful. Though, he had to ask himself if this was the only time he had ever woken up with her at his side, fore it felt almost too good to be true, while the smell of her was everywhere. It felt so routine, so regular to be lying like this—with her body snuggled close to his, using his broad chest as a pillow—yet something this simple, this proximity seemed so damn second natural, and made his heart thump erratically.

Flickers of a dream—Nessie's dream—fast-forwarded through his head accidentally, and what he saw endeared him inhumanly; the corners of his mouth twitched into a thin smirk, his dark brown eyes intense and focused on her, his dimples. . . And a promise made between them, one he couldn't quite hear. The words traded in Nessie's dream universe were almost completely inaudible, their laughter ringing. Jacob could watch this forever, the blurred, brightened colors, as if he had done this a thousand times. Maybe he had.

His lips kissed Nessie's forehead, the gentlest of wake up calls. A hollow breath was expelled from her system, her eyelids fluttering open. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

She yawned in exhaustion. "Good morning, Prince Charming."

"Have I ever told you how enamored I am with your eyes?" Jacob pondered aloud, staring in captivation into her amazing milk chocolate eyes, and their contours put him in some sort of a trance. Pure joy surrounded him—a redemption and a rebirth found with the great morning—and there was no way he was ever letting her go.

Nessie laughed. "Perhaps once or twice," she said, shrugging, "in another life. Or yesterday."

"I keep forgetting if I think about how wonderful you are out loud or not," the shape-shifter responded with a flirtatious wink, but was being genuine.

He must have sounded like a broken record, but he just wanted to tell her all the time what she meant to him—how exactly she meant to him. Jacob realized that it would take a mere three words, the most complicated of cliched phrases in the entire human language. But he questioned himself—not his constantly growing love for Nessie, he certain that would last forever—he didn't, however, trust himself, or maybe the timing was all wrong. There was always that putrid reluctance numbing the short syllables on his tongue. I love you. I love you. I love you. . . See? How hard was that? What was holding him back?

"That's okay," she told him, her expression finally registering the magic of this particular morning. "I. . . I. . ."

"Yeah?" Jacob queried, the pair of them sitting up on the sofa. "What is it, Nessie?"

Her smooth hands reached for Jacob's face, regarding him with soft orbs of liquid chocolate pudding, and swept her thumbs across his dimples. Jacob's heartbeat roared thunderously as Renesmee showed him visions- a whole world spinning out of control, the russet colors of shimmering from his hot skin, feelings of innocence and desire swirling in confusion. "I feel dizzy when I'm with you, like I'm falling down or falling in-"

"Place," Jacob offered for Nessie kindly. "Like things are falling into place."

She nodded. "Yeah, something like that." Nessie chortled at herself, and shook her head in a slight frustration. "We should probably get up."

"Aw, man!" the Quileute complained, wrinkling his nose. "Do we have to?"

"Well, I know I definitely have to. I need to take a shower," Nessie said, running her fingers through her long, bronze curls.

"You smell perfectly fine to me," Jacob countered, leaning back on the couch. Actually, if sexy had an exact scent, Nessie's would be it. Her hair smelt like strawberry shampoo and vanilla and her skin smelt like sugary, fresh fruits with just a hint of rain.

"That's because I'm covered in your wolfy germs, Mister," the half-human half-vampire woman quipped, quirking a joking eyebrow.

Was she trying to say that he stunk? "Hey! I'm covered in your freaky vampire germs!" he exclaimed in feigned offense.

In a flash, Jacob had his Nessie firmly pressed against the nearest wall in a feral lust. His large hands were placed on her plump hips, lifting her up from the ground and allowed her to immediately wrap her thin gams around his waist. His morning wood brushed against her inner thighs, and he grunted roughly.

"And trust me," Nessie began, her heart skipping a vital beat, "you're a lot cleaner for it."

"My mind sure isn't," Jacob replied.

"That's not my fault," Nessie murmured, her breath trembling needfully. Her temperate sky-rocketed, arousal claiming the porcelain pigments of her skin to turn them red.

"Yes, it is. It's all your fault," for how the chemicals in his body bubbled, all of his blood just barely in his top brain.

Jacob lowered his lips to her neck, alternating between peppering ghostly kisses and nibbling between the soft juncture of her throat and clavicle. The yearning to get closer to Nessie controlled the excited chaos of desperation to make her evoked along with him. His teeth carefully penetrating the hybrid's mooncream flesh, and soaked in the sweet fragrance of her through his nostrils—an enthralled smell perfuming the basement, and he knew that they were treading dangerous waters. Each of Nessie's ten fingers became gratefully lost in the midnight-black of his hair, subtle and wild in her eros.

"Jake?" Renesmee inquired, her breasts pressed firmly against his own chest.

"Hmmm?" She was gonna stop him now, wasn't she?

"Seattle. . ." the girl-woman whispered. "Why did you move there?"

Huh? Didn't they already have this conversation? "I just couldn't stay on La Push beca-"

"No," Nessie interrupted, pushing him away from her tenderly. "I mean, why did you choose to run away there?"

The shape-shifter, rubbing the back of his neck in a weary perplexity. "I don't know, Nessie. There's no good reason, not one that needs to be unearthed or whatever. That's just where my feet stopped," came his lack of explanation.

"Oh," Nessie uttered casually, and shrugged it off in displeasure. She glanced down to the floor.

"Did I say something wrong?" Jacob asked.

"No, of course not," Nessie said, looking back up at him. "Of course not, Jacob." She smiled, placing a soft kiss on the side of his cheek. "Okay. My parents first saw each other in a crowded cafeteria on Macaroni Day, and met in Biology. There is nothing remotely romantic about that. It was random, and they fell in love in a snap. You and I—we met in a cafe, and then you hated me!" she reasoned, albeit spastically, shaking her head repeatedly. "Jacob, was our meeting random? Was it an accident?"

Jacob frowned. "I don't know, Nessie, and I honestly don't give a shit. Whatever brought us together, I don't regret it for one second," he answered, quickly reliving the day they met. Of course there was their initial attraction, that undeniable chemistry, but if it had been Fate, Jacob would have imprinted on her. His. . . His soul mate was still somewhere out there in the world, but he doubted she'd be as beautiful as Nessie. It was impossible. "If I question it, I'll go insane."

"You're right, Jacob." Nessie gave him an apologetic grimace, and he chuckled.

"So," he started, wiggling a dastardly eyebrow, and grinned down at her with arousal still very thick in the air, "what about that shower?"

"Keep talking," Nessie commanded sweetly, pursing her lips interestedly.

"You and me and hot water," he fiddled with a loose string at the hem of her undershirt, "and getting somewhat clean. But mostly, we'll just be getting dirtier." His forest irises scanned her physique, and had to bite his tongue to stop himself from drooling.

She scrunched her nose up like a bunny, as if she were actually thinking it over, and then her features lit up like the Fourth of July. "Okay! Race you!" Nessie giggled, the lovebirds running upstairs to the restroom.

Hey

I finally found you

Been dreaming about you

You are the girl that's been

Running around in my

Why don't you come and go with me?

Somehow I know I've waited my whole life

To see you standing with the wind in your hair

I'm as sure as a boy could be

You are the girl that's been

Running around in my dreams