Disclaimer: I do not own "Tuck Everlasting", and the original characters from Tuck Everlasting that is mentioned in this fan fiction ALL belong to Natalie Babbitt, the author of the book.

A/N (author's note): Sorry, but I just noticed that doesn't allow me to indent or space paragraphs. That's why when you're reading, suddenly it goes to another location and time and point of view (it's all third person, though). In my M. Word document, it's indented and it has the stars, but on didn't appear. Sorry.

Forbidden Love

Prologue:

Jesse Tuck had a secret. He and his whole family had drunk out of a magic spring that had given them everlasting life. So, was he blessed or was he cursed? No one knew. When Jesse had met beautiful elegant Winnie Foster, he knew he was blessed. He introduced her to his world, knowing they had come from two different worlds and had two different paths. Finally, one day, a tragic accident had caused the two lovers to part forever. Jesse asked Winnie to drink from the spring, so she could also be granted the gift of everlasting life. He had promised Winnie that one day, he will come back, and they could travel the world, to treat the earth as their own personal playground. It sounded like a fantasy, but it was possible. Then one day, in 2002, Jesse did come back. Not only were the old woods gone, but so was his beloved Winifred Foster. In grief, Jesse parted her grave, and got back on his motorcycle, about to move on. Four years later, Tuck comes back to Treegap, and revisits Winnie's grave.

Chapter one: The Encounter

Jesse Tuck was perched on the ground under the old tree of everlasting life. He stared out at the sky, spotting a falcon—no, two falcons. A male falcon and its mate. "Damn!" Jesse cursed, kicking the dirt on the ground. If only he could be that lucky falcon and if Winnie could be the—"Fuck!" Jesse screamed.

Jesse knew he was not to be thinking of Winnie, his long lost love from years ago. Four years ago, when he had first come back to see Winnie Foster, he had found out that not only did she not drink from the spring, but she had gotten married, had kids, and in the end, died. If Jesse Tuck had been God and had been able to write the ten commandments, he would've added an eleventh commandment. Thou shall not break promises. "Fuck this!" Jesse cursed again.

An old woman, who had walked by with her dog gave him a mean look. Jesse didn't care. All those old people care about is manners, he thought angrily. Then he remembered—if Winnie was alive, she would be considered old also. But then again, if Winnie was alive, she would be his age. Jesse had revisited Winnie's grave yesterday, and it was the same as four years ago. But Jesse couldn't keep doing this. He had to leave. He had to go and manage to go forth in another journey. Fuck Winnie Foster, he thought. Fuck her, I don't need her!

Oh, but did Jesse Tuck want to really "fuck" Winnie? Oh, yes. The mere thought of that made Jesse angrier. He decided to get up and go visit Winnie's grave one last time. One last time before he left forever, before he would leave Winnie's memory so far behind in his mind that he would have to dig deep just to remember. With tears in his eyes, Jesse ran to his newly bought Harley-Davidson, and drove off.

Elizabeth Prescott put the flower down next to her grandmother's grave. She smiled as her tears fell down on her beautiful rose-red cheeks, and onto her blood-red lips. Her grandmother had been so good to her...so very good to her. Her name had been Winnie Foster, and she was always looking for adventure. Her philosophy was "No matter how young or how old, a journey will always await you". Before Liz had thought the saying was just another thing elderly people said to pass the time—but now it made sense. Liz could feel the calling, the calling to the journey. But what was the journey? And how should she start? When should she leave her threshold? Liz didn't know. She wished Grandma Winnie was alive. Grandma Winnie would know. Winniefred Foster was so much more different than any of her relatives. While most of them were elegant, sophisticated, and strict, Winnie had been the kind, understanding grandmother. Most kids liked their grandmothers because they spoiled you. For Liz Prescott, that was not the case.

Suddenly, Liz's call for adventure felt so much more stronger. Her heart started to beat faster, and her eyes grew wider. In her mind, a critical climax toon played movies was playing. Suddenly, she turned to see a scruffy high school-aged boy with curly hair, amazing blue eyes, and a sweatshirt. A Yale sweatshirt, baggy jeans, and old worn-out Reebok tennis shoes. Dazed, Liz stared at him.

A smiled formed from the boy's sexy smooth lips. "Hi, are you here to see Winnie too?" he asked.

Liz gasped. How long had she been staring? Embarrassed, she answered softly, "Yes."

But the boy kept his smile. "I'm here to see her too. I'm an old friend of hers."

Liz grimaced. This had to be a lie. "I knew every single younger friend of my grandmother's."

The boy gasped, realizing his mistake. "I'm—I well, I met her and—it was short-termed."

Liz grinned. "Ha, yeah right."

The boy smiled. "Why, did ya think I just came up here to check you out?"

Now the boy was making sense. "Yes, I suppose so." Liz answered ambitiously.

The boy laughed, then held out his hand to be shook. "I'm Jesse."

Liz smiled, and shook Jesse's hand. "Elizabeth Prescott, although my friends call me Liz."

"Well nice to meet you, Liz Prescott." Jesse exclaimed, then let go of her hand. Oh, my, didn't Liz look like her grandmother!

Liz cleared her throat ever so softly. "So, who are you, really, and what are you doing here?"

"I told you, my name is Jesse. Jesse Tuck."

Jesse knew not to tell his last name, but he had to take risks. Something in his gut told him that this Liz girl might as well be worth it.

Liz flashed another smile. And oh, was her teeth pearly white! "So, Jesse Tuck, who were you to my grandmother?"

Jesse suddenly felt himself in love with Liz. She was beautiful, after all. Besides, she was Winnie Foster's granddaughter. That was better than nothing. If Jesse had been any bit more in his sudden trance of love, he would've told her of his long estranged affair with Winnie. "Me and Winnie, we were—" he caught himself. "We were...um...we met at this one...park. And uh...I...needed help, so um...she sort of gave me...therapy."

That was lame, and Jesse knew it. Obviously, Liz thought so too.

Wrong! Liz thought Jesse was a complete loser. Therapy! What had she gotten into, to have had even the slightest feelings for some crazy scruffy street kid like Jesse? "I better go now," she said bitterly.

"No! Wait!" Jesse suddenly cried out, "Uh...do you wanna...go out and get some lunch?"

Liz grimaced. "Sorry Jesse Tuck, but I'm busy."

She had a boyfriend anyways, a boyfriend named Charlie Livingston, a fine boy from a fine family who went to her gorgeous preparatory school, for only for the wealthy and intelligent. She didn't need this "Jesse Tuck", despite how handsome he was.

"Please," Jesse started to beg, "I have nothing else to do, so would you please keep me company?"
Liz almost burst out laughing. How low could Jesse get! He was so desperate, it was actually funny! "Jesse Tuck," she started, "you are indeed the most idiotic boy I've ever met!"

Jesse was heartbroken. How could someone descended from someone so wonderful be so cruel? Who am I kidding, Jesse thought, Liz Prescott isn't Winnie Foster. No one will ever replace my Winnie!

Liz noticed how sad Jesse was. Suddenly, Liz felt empathetic. Whatever pain this Jesse Tuck was feeling, it had to be as bad as the ones she felt. "Hey," she started, "I guess a little lunch won't hurt, Tuck."

Jesse smiled. He knew Liz would come around. But he no longer felt those feelings for Liz. Liz wasn't Winnie, and he knew it. "So, how old are you, Liz?"

Any normal boy would've asked of the location of where they were to dine. But Liz had to remind himself that Jesse was no ordinary boy, he was rather rude. So what was some scruffy street kid doing with a Yale University sweatshirt? "I'm a junior in high school. I'm 16 going on 17. Anyways, why are you wearing a Yale sweatshirt?"

Jesse took a quick glance down at his sweatshirt, as if he didn't know he was wearing it. "Is it wrong for me to wear one?"

Liz giggled. "No, it's just...Yale is a really special college. I was planning to go."

Jesse grinned. "Really? Well, I just got it when I went to New Haven, Connecticut. I travel a lot."

And there was no lie in that.

Liz suddenly felt excited. He likes to travel, she thought. Liz had always wanted to get out of the little town of Treegap. She wanted to visit places she had never even imagined before, to feel the pulse, the beat, and the rhythm of the world. "You're really lucky. My dream is to go to all the different countries in the world!" Liz chimed.

Jesse smiled. He had actually done that two times. "Well, maybe someday you will."

Suddenly, Liz remembered lunch. And she had to admit, she was not hungry. "Jesse, I'm not really hungry."

Jesse smiled understandingly. Oh God, did she love that smile! "Okay, let's just go hang out, then."

"I can show you around if you want."

Jesse nodded, and held out his hand, this time, for Liz to hold onto to. Liz giggled and accepted his hand, and the two walked off, hand in hand.