I hit over the 100,000 words mark! Less than thirty chapters too. I hope that means I got skillz or something. XD As a gift I give this amazing and scandalous chapter just for all of you. ;)

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to br-girl and Stephanie is amazzzing for reviewing for almost every chapter since I first started my story.

Thanks to everyone else that reviewed. I wouldn't be up to 100,000 words if it weren't for all of you guys. If anyone has any song suggestions, just in case my style isn't of your guys' liking, I'd be more than willing to put them in. (though Green-NaNa-Neko89 makes me believe my taste is pretty decent). =D

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"You definitely need this." Said Alice holding up a black Coach bag. Rosemary eyed it carefully.

"Isn't it a little…too much?" She asked. Alice shook her head.

"Of course not! Every girl should have at least one purse from a good brand." Said Alice, smiling at her, chock full of knowledge about this sort of thing. I looked at some bags, getting one would be a whole week's pay check…if I even had a pay check.

"I guess…" said Rosemary reluctantly adding it to her pile up in front full of the clothes and accessories that we had selected for her.

"I think that's it." Said Alice, a hand on her chin, reluctant to end our shopping trip.

"Oh but Alice it's only been five hours." I said, exhausted.

"Your right but we still need to go get our mani-pedi and you two are getting waxed after we find you something sexy to wear on your date with the mutt."

"Sure…" I said, not too thrilled about having to deal with a wax.

"What mutt?" Asked Rosemary. I froze in spot.

"Jacob, he's a real dog. Just like most men." Said Alice, not missing a beat. I could learn from her. "Is it going to going to be formal or semi-formal? Knowing him it wont be too formal…"

"Um…I don't know." I said honestly. She looked at me eyes wide.

"Then how does he expect you to dress up?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"It's Jacob, I doubt he thinks that far. He's anti-shopping."

"But not anti-grocery shopping." Piped in Rosemary. Alice gave me a look.

"There's something wrong with your boyfriend. He so doesn't deserve you." Said Alice, shaking her head. I just laughed at her.

"He's perfectly fine." I said as Alice pulled out her phone.

"What's his number?" She asked. I furrowed my brows as she handed me her phone. I put it down and handed it back to her.

"Why do you need it?"

"To ask him." She said as the phone dialed. "Hey dog breath I'm here with your girlfriend shopping…no I am not holding her hostage she wants to be with me." She said glaring at the air.

"Just shut up and tell me what kind of date you have planned." She said. She waited for a couple of seconds before glaring more. "You know I can't see anything with you in picture!…I'll just take you out of it! And here I was doing you a favor and buying her stuff to get dressed up for you." She said rolling her eyes.

"Ha…I thought so." She said smirking. "Hmmm, okay that's cute. I'll find her something. Don't mess it up!" She yelled hanging up on him.

"So, semi-formal." Alice said looking back at me and Rosemary. Rosemary was looking at her eyes wide and I just couldn't find anything to do other than laugh.

Alice took me into a store and after looking around for an hour decided on the "perfect" outfit. I kept poking her, asking if she could tell me what Jacob had planned out but she wouldn't budge. She got me a two-piece tunic, the top part was a three-fourths long sleeved purple shirt and the tunic part, which was over the shirt, was a simple strapless above the knee black dress

Alice got me lacy black leggings with a rose pattern to wear under the tunic. She also got me a black necklace that was beaded and had three layers and she also bought me a pair of one-inch dark purple heels with black lace on the edges and a black ribbon at the point. It was our compromise because she wanted me to wear heels to highlight my long legs but after convincing her that if I got anything over one inch I would surely fall and die, we settled on simply one-inch heels.

We headed over the salon part of the mall and got our nails done, new haircuts and bikini waxes for both of us. I was an unsuspecting victim of Alice Cullen that was simply there at the wrong time and the wrong place

When I got home I was all sore and red, walking stiffly with bags on my hands.

"Hey there penguin." Said Elijah, flipping through the channels on the couch. "So why are you walking like that other than to humor me?" He asked, a smirk lazily on his face.

"You try having your first bikini wax!" I yelled at him. He turned and looked at my eyes wide.

"What the hell?" He asked, looking appalled. "I don't want to know that kind of stuff!"

"You asked!" I yelled, face red, though if it was because of the waxing or because I was embarrassed, I wasn't sure.

"I didn't actually want to know especially if this is you getting ready for your date with Jacob tomorrow…ew you better not doing something! I'll know if you did because it shows when a person loses their virginity." He said glaring at me. I think I turned scarlet and it wasn't because of the wax.

"Elijah!" I yelled. "Were going on a simple date! None of that!" I said, arms flailing around.

"It better just be a date." He growled.

"It is." I said, in a high-pitched voice. He eyed me, and then satisfied, went back to watching TV.

I exhaled and walked into my room, setting down my things on a corner. I ran a hand through my hair and checked the time; it was barely 9 PM. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed my prepping coach.

"You've called Caroline, what up?" She said. I blinked.

"…is this your voice mail…?" I asked.

"Nope, so what's up homedawg?" I sat down on my bed and I told her about my date tomorrow. I felt like I was in high school again and here we were gossiping about our love lives…or lack of.

"This calls for sexy lingerie!" She said. I rolled my eyes.

"No, there's no need for it."

"There's always a need for sexy lingerie!" She said, perkily.

"No." I said closing my eyes tight.

"You should wear that one pink wonder bra we bought at Victoria's Secret, the lace was super sexy and made you look two whole cup sizes bigger…with the black lacy boy shorts we bought at Charlotte Russe."

Yes we bought our lingerie together, ever since we were in high school because we would always go for the "buy five-for-ten dollars" underwear sales. While we were at it we would buy bras that would match.

"Why am I wearing sexy lingerie if I'm not going to take off a single layer of clothing?" I asked.

"You never know."

"Oh but I do know. Clothes. Stay. On."

"Lame, you should still wear it though, it'll make you feel sexy and you might get lucky…" She said trailing off.

"I'm hanging up now." I said, face completely red. I heard her laughing through the other side.

"Fine but remember what I told you. Bye love ya!" She said, still laughing.

"Bye." I grumbled. I hung up and was glaring at my wall but my face was still red and I got up and went through my drawers and pulled out my pink bra and black boy shorts and stuffed them in my shopping bags, with my outfit for tomorrow inside. It couldn't hurt.

When I woke the next day the first thing I did was shower. Then I went downstairs to cook something. I saw Yazmin was already there eating her cereal, her feet kicking under the table.

"Hey there Minney." I said smiling at her.

"Hi Biba!" She said grinning up at me, a milk mustache on her face.

"Your so adorable!" I said grinning at her.

"Thank you. And you're be-a-u-ti-ful." She said, sounding the word out for emphasis.

"Aw thanks." I told her, smiling down at her.

"Suck ups." Said Ana, coming inside the kitchen, rolling her eyes at us. She grabbed pieces of bread and put them on the toaster side of the microwave. It was a micro-toast.

"Seeing as everyone is eating something I guess that means I don't have to make anything." I said; smiling and grabbing a pot and filling it with water so I could make an instant soup.

After breakfast I made dinner so that no one would complain about having nothing to eat while I went out on my date. My first date with Jacob and…his first date in general. I still couldn't understand how a man like that had never had a girlfriend.

By four thirty I was dressed and ready to go, a light touch of make up on, my contacts on and some perfume on that smelled of lavender that my mom bought me for my eighteenth birthday. I kept on giggling for no reason causing, Ana to roll her eyes at me and pretend to puck; and make Elijah glare at me.

After Elijah gave me a very scarring lecture in which he discussed the birds and the bees, in layman's terms: sex: don't do it. It hurts. Use a condom, if the urge is too strong.

There was a knock on the door. I sprang up and literally sprinted to the door and away from Elijah. I opened the door to see Jake. His eyes widened as he saw the look on my face.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worried.

"We need to leave, now." I said quickly, my eyes big.

"Remember no glove, no love!" Yelled out Elijah.

"Uh…okay…?" He said. I grabbed his hand and made a run for it. It wasn't until now, that I was running to Jacob's Volkswagen that I realized it was raining, and not just a little sprinkle either, it was pouring. We got inside the car and he drove us away.

It wasn't until he was driving away that I fully took in his attire. He was wearing some pretty brand new looking dark faded jeans with a forest green button up shirt. His clothes were sticking onto his body because of the flood outside and his perfectly chiseled chest was transparent.

I felt my cheeks turn pink as I gazed at his face, that looked so at ease, his square jaw and his almond shaped dark eyes surrounded by his long and flowing hair, that went up to his chin, was stuck on his face due to the water. He had just gotten it cut a couple of weeks ago because his hair length was the length of his fur and he was one shaggy looking wolf.

Jacob turned around and looked at me, a carefree smile on his perfect and full lips.

"You look beautiful." He said to me. My eyes widened, my cheeks turning red, I had completely forgotten about my own appearance, knowing my luck I probably had my mascara running after that small walk in the rain.

"Thanks," I said softly. "I swear; Alice is a miracle worker."

"I don't think it has to do with just Alice's work." He said; looking at me in a way that only he knew could make me melt.

"For real though, you should of seen how amazing Rosemary looks now. She looks just like a princess." I told her. "Like Pocahontas." I specified. Disney really needs to add more of the variety in their princess, like having more than just one Native American princess. I've been waiting for a Latin American princess ever since I could remember.

"And you and Alice decided to give her a makeover why?" He asked me, furrowing his brows.

"Well with a new school year it means new opportunities and a chance to start off fresh, and what better way than by a make over?" I asked.

"I guess." He said, turning off his car. I looked around. We were at his house; I frowned. He probably forgot something. He got off and then went to my side and opened the door for me.

We walked, yes walked to the house in the pouring rain, we don't run from the way...well right now. When we walked in a strong aroma hit me. It smelled liked spaghetti sauce.

All the lights were turned off and I waited for him to turn on the lights but he just grabbed my hand and led me towards the kitchen. There were candles lit up and I immediately started freaking out.

"I'm going to end up accidentally setting your house on fire…I just know it." Was the first thing I thought. He turned around and gave me a look. He sat me down at the table, which had a candle lit in the middle. He swiftly moved it somewhere else.

"My dad would kill me if you did so I would love it if you didn't." He said flashing me a grin while grabbing two plates and setting one down for me, and one down for himself. He sat down on the other side of the small table, right in front of me.

I looked down and saw it was lasagna, yummy looking lasagna as well.

"Did you make this yourself?" I asked cocking my brow. He smiled at me smugly.

"Yes." I looked down at it, eyes narrowed and poked it with one of the forks.

"What are you doing?" He asked, noticing my strange behavior.

"Nothing." I said quickly, smiling up at him, my eyes big. He furrowed his brows. I grabbed a knife and used it to cut a piece and popped it in my mouth. I chewed it as the flavors of chicken and spinach kicked in. It tasted as good as it smelled and looked, which was pretty shocking. I didn't see him as a cook.

"This is actually pretty good." I said mouth still full. He just grinned at me and puffed out his chest. He then frowned.

"Wait, what do you mean "actually" pretty good?" He asked, narrowing his eyes at me. I smiled back at him and grabbed another forkful.

"Well…it's just I mean…I can't cook to save my life…it's a miracle no one at the house has died or gotten ill from food poisoning. It's just weird that a guy can cook…especially a teenage boy."

"That must be a comforting thought for everyone at the house." He said sarcastically. "You know, guys can cook; actually Quil taught me how to make it. Ana simply told me to make it a spinach lasagna with chicken instead of ground beef…then she left saying she had better things to do then play house wife." I laughed.

"Wow, I never took Quil as some chief."

"I didn't either but apparently he's really good. You have nothing to worry about now, Quil can teach me to cook and we'll never have to worry about food poisoning or starving to death." I laughed after I swallowed.

"Ha and my mom said I'd end up a spinster my whole life because of my inability to do anything related to house work." I said cutting another piece, with a small smile on my face.

"Well that's not a reason for you to end up a spinster." He said chuckling. I popped another piece in my mouth and nodded as I chewed. He furrowed his brows. I swallowed as he took a large bite.

"Oh but it is, you see in a traditional Latino marriage the women has to take care of the house, raise the kids and devote her life to her husband. It's quite over rated." I said rolling my eyes; it bothered me ever since I was younger. "Males are always super macho, take a look at Elijah for example. Most females on the other hand are submissive and just take it, being told to help prepare the dinner, to help clean the house to make sure the males are served before you are from a young age…" I said, looking away.

"But someone does have to take care of that kind of stuff right? So while the male works and brings the bacon, the female does her own share…" I said biting down my bottom lip.

"It bugs you, a lot doesn't it?" He asked, his hand reached across the small table and he tilted my chin so that I was looking up at him.

"It's why my mom pressures me so much and why we're constantly at war with each other. I love her and all but she wants me to be some obedient little housewife while I just want to be take the opportunity of this capitalist country and use the equality of both sexes to go on the work force and be someone." I said with all the passion I could.

"It's like your trying to excuse your "faults" to me and make me believe they're for a reason." He said looking deeply into my eyes. They were so warming…so open. I looked down.

"So…this is really corny." I said smiling at him. I needed to change the subject. "But I like it."

"I'm glad you did…I wasn't completely sure if you would, I figured a girl like you would be into finer stuff…but I didn't really have enough money to take you out somewhere." He said, looking down. I grabbed his hand.

"I'm glad because I've never had a sweet date like this, let alone had a guy cook for me. It's…refreshing." I said smiling warmly at him.

"Really?" He asked looking up at me.

"Of course, heck, just spending time with you and the rest of the cult…err, pack has been more fun than hanging out with my college friends. Their version on fun is playing volleyball in skimpy bikinis, going to Starbuck's to use wi-fi and group study sessions." I said, smiling at how lame my life had become. I used my fork to twist around on, the now empty, plate.

"That's your version of fun? I don't want to see your guys' version of boredom." I just laughed.

"I'm glad to have come here actually. I really don't think I would have been able to laugh as much…back at Santa Cruz everyone just kept me around because I was funny…but they only liked me to be myself when they needed a good laugh…the rest of the time it was all about appearance."

"Appearance?" He asked, his brows kitted.

"Like, my hair was a big thing, I looked like a total outcast if I didn't straighten my hair. Plus texting and going on myspace was a big thing, that's where everyone talks."

"Ah," He said in a tone of feigned understanding. "You don't do any of that stuff anymore though…"

"Because I don't need to."

"I'm glad you feel that you can be yourself here." He said raising my hand and kissing it. I felt my cheeks go red and I looked around.

"So…um…where's your dad?" I asked him, I would hate if Billy came it with a shot gun and told me that he didn't want me to soil his son or something dramatic like that.

"Uh, he's at a friend's house."

"So he seriously left you alone, at your house, and with your girlfriend, with no adult supervision?" I said; my parents would have never let me do anything like that.

"I thought you were an adult." He teased.

"I am but there should be an adult that doesn't want to make out with you every five minutes." I said shaking my head.

"What?" He asked. I felt my cheeks turn red as I realized what I said.

"WHAT?" I asked squinting my eyes.

"Did you just say you want to make out with me every five seconds?" He asked, cocking a brow to the side and a smirk on his face. I glared at him.

"No." Though my voice was completely uneven. He just chuckled.

"Admit it, you want me." He said grinning; I bit my bottom lip and shook my head.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"I'm talking about how you want me."

"Fine, okay, I want you. Only for your body though." I said sticking out my tongue at him.

"Well I only want you for your body." He said sticking out his tongue at me. I crossed my arms around my chest. As he stood up and walked towards me, kneeling down before me.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, cheeks pink and not looking at him.

"I'm talking about your how I love long legs." He said hand running quickly and lightly across me leg. My eyes widened and I looked down at him. "And about how much I love you hair," He said grabbing a lock of my hair, that was in its natural curls. "I love your chocolate brown eyes that have this twinkle and every time I look at them I can read you like a book." He said kissing my eyes softly.

"And I also love your round heart shaped face." He said kissing my cheeks. He grabbed my hand. "The smoothness of your hand is also a plus. It shows you've been pampered all your life and haven't worked a day." He said, a smirk on his face as he kissed it.

"I have." I said defensively, cheeks scarlet after all that kissing.

"Oh really?" He asked cocking a brow.

"Yeah. I've had babysitting jobs." I said, head held up high. He laughed.

"You've still never lifted up a finger a day in your life."

"Kids are a lot to take care of."

"I'm sure you all get along." I couldn't help but laugh.

"We do, but still." I said smiling at him.

"I also love when you smile but most of all when you laugh." He said kissing me on my lips.

We ended up on the floor from making out and we were just spooning, with all our articles of clothing perfectly intact.

He used a hand to put on my chin and tilted it up so that I looked him in the eyes. "But there's so much more that I can't kiss because it's your inner beauty that I love the most because Vivian…I love you." He said with such conviction that I felt a wave of realization hit me. He didn't just imprint on me, he fell in love with me.

I looked straight at his eyes. His dark eyes, his eyes that could make me forget about everything and would make me rant on for hours. "I love you too." I replied, not looking away from him.


Author's note: I hope it wasn't too R rated. . I tried to make it as PG to PG-13 rated but I felt so awkward writing it. I thought it was kinda cute, deep and insightful but IDK; you guys tell me in your reviews.

So I've been wondering…does Vivian come off too Mary Sue-ish because that's the last thing I want?