A/N: Only one person guessed. Sorry, but it's not Seth! But you can get a Seth plushie, Tasting Raindrops. And in this story, Jake hasn't imprinted on Renesmee. Sorry, but she just doesn't fit.
Shit. He imprinted.
My body pulls itself closer to him without my permission. Every step makes my heart pound, and I can hear his doing just the same. In a matter of seconds we're millimeters apart, my head leaning up to gaze into his eyes.
She's beautiful. I read his mind, but it's scratchy and quiet due to the contact lens. My heart flutters
Say something, say something! God! You douche! Say something! He mentally argues with himself. "Uh, h-hi," he stutters and smiles hesitantly.
"Hi." I nearly stammer myself, "Jacob, right?"
He does a double-take, eyes wide with surprise. "Yeah, but how do you know?"
"I'm Angela. I was friends with Bella back at Forks High."
Jake cringes at Bella's name.
"I was one of her closest friends there. She talked about you a lot, and I saw you that day you came up to the school."
"Well, uh, yeah. I remember that." He smiles.
What a beautiful smile… Wait, no! Don't think like that, I say to myself. You do not feel that way, Ange. Remember, he can just be a friend, not a lover. Imprinting doesn't necessarily mean romantic love.
"So…" I say awkwardly.
"So."
"What brings you to Alaska?" I say politely, just to make conversation.
Oh, no reason. It's just that I don't age 'cause I'm a shape shifter and people got suspicious back in La Push so I had to move to a new area where no one would know us. No! You idiot! Think of something! he thinks frantically.
"Uh." He hesitates. "No reason. What about you?"
Shit! Now I have to think of a cover! "Well, um…no reason." I say, finding myself repeating his words.
We both awkwardly stand there for a while. Jake rocks back and forth on his feet while I just bite a hangnail.
But I can't shake the feeling of him staring at me. I mean, if it isn't him, then someone has their eyes on me. I can feel a burning gaze piercing my mind like a thought you can't shake. It's uncomfortable.
"So, um, I was going to this thing tonight. With friends. And, uh, I was kind of wondering if you, uh…you could maybe…go with me?" he says nervously.
Yeah, this will be good. Maybe at the first bonfire we'll have here in Alaska I can tell her about the whole imprinting thing? How will she take it? Will she run? Just like all the other guys' imprints? Ha ha, I remember Brady's….that girl could give a vampire a run for their money…Jake drifts off in thought.
"I'd love to." I smile.
Jacob's face lights up like a Christmas tree. I swear those pesky little Martians can see his smile from Mars.
"Ok so, um, I'll pick you up at six?" he asks.
"Yeah, that sounds good." I smile.
"Well, uh, I'll see you there!" Jake beams.
"Okay. Bye."
"Bye."
Jake starts walking off, backwards at first, so that his eyes don't leave mine, but he turns around properly after a few steps. I turn around myself and began walking the other way. Then the most obvious thing shoots into my mind.
"Wait!" I yell back at Jake, slapping my head in realization. "You need my address!" I laugh.
"Oh! I totally forgot about that." He chuckles.
I pull out a piece of scrap paper and a pen out of my bag and write down my address, handing it to him once I'm done.
"I better not lose this," he jokes, waving it in the air.
I laugh at his comment, feeling completely at ease around him.
"I guess I'll see you tonight." He smiles again.
"Definitely."
We walk off again in opposite directions, Jacob turning around and stealing a glance at my back. I giggle inwardly at that. It feels like being a five-year-old with my first crush.
I'm broken from my train of thought by a menacing smirk from Lisa. Oh, I'm in for it now.
"Who was that hunk? I wouldn't mind giving him my number, that's for sure," she says flirtingly, checking out Jacob as he exits the shop. I know he heard Lisa, because a soft chuckle escapes his chest.
"That's an old friend. He asked me out tonight, actually," I confess.
"He what?" both Echo and Lisa yell.
"Huh? What? But you are so not prepared!" Echo stutters.
"We need to shop. Now!" Lisa declares.
And that's it. I don't even get a chance to protest. They drag me from shelf to shelf, shoving dress after dress at me to try on. Even with my strength, I can't escape their death grips. They bombard me with questions, like 'what's he like' and 'where is he taking you'. I answer them all in a daze, still not believing that I had just been imprinted on. It was a little overwhelming.
"Ooh…This one is pretty!" Echo smiles in excitement, examining a dress hidden at the back of a shelf.
"What does it look like?" Lisa calls out from her own shelf she was looking through, not looking up.
"Come see for yourself," Echo states calmly back. Her eyes are fixated on the green dress she has pulled out, leaning it slightly against me. It's perfect, she thinks.
As much as I hate to say it, it is. The dress flows lightly down to just above my knees, frilling slightly at the end, the material an intricate pattern made up of every shade of green and flashes of white, sort of like a hippy-pattern, but more modernized. The top part has a small amount of elastic to lightly tighten under the breast, and is cut in a straight line along the top so there was no cleavage, being held up by half-inch thick straps.
"Oh. My. God." Lisa gapes when she pops her head around the corner.
"Isn't it perfect?" Echo squeaks.
"Seriously, honey, do I have to answer that?" Lisa exclaims, snatching the dress from Echo's hand and pushing me into the dressing room. "Put it on. Now," she says sternly. When it comes to clothes, Lisa can be scary.
I slide off my simple outfit of denim jeans and a purple tight-fitting long-sleeve shirt, and pulled on the dress. It fit my every curve absolutely perfectly.
"Are you done yet?" Echo calls from the other side of the door impatiently.
"Almost." I say quietly. I want to examine what it looks like first before I go out there. I don't want to end up looking like a tramp and embarrassing myself in front of my girls.
When I happily deem it appropriate, I open the dressing room door. Their jaws drop to the floor.
"Dang! This girl is hot." Echo laughs.
"Who votes that this dress is perfect?" Lisa yells into the shop, getting the attention of pretty much everyone.
"Shush! You're embarrassing us!" Echo whispers harshly.
"Sorry, sorry. I just think the whole world needs to know that this young lady here is getting married tonight she looks so good!" Lisa directs at me with a cheeky giggle.
We all laugh.
"Now all we need to do is hair and make-up." Echo smiles.
"Should I go pay for this?" I ask uncertainly. I try to never interrupt Lisa and Echo's rants, seeing as I can never really fit a word in. I only speak when necessary.
"No, no. I'll pay. You get changed and head off for the car; I'll meet you guys there. We have to get back in time to get ready!" Echo claps her hands enthusiastically.
After Echo had paid and Lisa and I were seated safely in the car, we head off for home. It's 5:30 when we pulled up in my driveway.
"Go, go, go! We're going to be late!" Echo hustles us up the stairs.
When we reach the bedroom I'm shoved into a chair by the mirror. Echo and Lisa scatter around me, gathering all sorts of make-up and accessories, mumbling to themselves on 'which color suits her eyes best?' and 'this would go nicely with the green'.
When they have gathered everything they need up, I'm poked, prodded, and lathered in cosmetics. After twenty minutes I'm finally allowed to look at myself in the mirror—they've put my back to it. I swivel my chair around, anxious to see what they've done.
My jaw drops. And not in a good way.
"No. I am not going out in public looking like this!" I screech.
It's horrible. They've put dark green eye shadow all the way up to my eyebrows, bright red lipstick that doesn't even manage to stay on my lips and is smudged in random directions, the blush is too dark and put in the wrong places, and the foundation is thick and orange.
"Uh well, I kind of think its bad as well…" Echo shrugs hesitantly, expecting an angry blow to the back of the head from Lisa.
Lisa had her lips pursed together, concentrating on my face. I think it looks kind of good. But we need perfect, she thinks. I know Lisa is avoiding the fact that it's hideous; she doesn't want the news that she has done bad makeup on someone ever getting out.
"Here." Lisa throws a damp cloth at me. "Wipe it off, and do it fast, we only have ten minutes!"
I run to the bathroom, not wasting any time. I scrub like I had never scrubbed before, not missing a single inch of my soft face.
I look at the clock: 5:53...I'm not going to make it!
In one fluid motion I throw the damp cloth aside, grab a dry towel, and bolt back into the bedroom. Echo and Lisa are rummaging through the shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe, so they didn't see myinhumanly fast entrance to the room.
That's lucky.
"Guys, come on! We have, like, six minutes until he gets here!" I scream.
Lisa ditches the sunflower-yellow shoes currently in her hands and jumps to the mirror I'm now sitting at. Echo grunts when one of the shoes hits her head, but picks up a pair of white flats with a leather flower embedded on the top and runs over to me as well.
"Put these on!" Echo demands.
"She can't! She has to stay still for the mascara!" Lisa shoots back in frustration.
"Then...well...what do we do!" Echo hesitates.
"I don't know! Put them on for her or something!" Lisa exclaims.
"What? That's a stupid idea."
"Then you think of something!"
"Guys! Calm down. We will never make it on time if you're fighting!" I butt in, giving them each desperate glares. "It's 5:56 already!"
"Holy shit! Um, okay. Echo, put her shoes on for her. Ange, stay still, otherwise I'm going to screw up your make up. Guys, we need to do this, and we need to do this fast," Lisa directs frantically.
Since there are only minutes until Jacob gets here, we have to do the bare minimum. That meant no foundation, no blush, and simple clear lip gloss. Of course Lisa could not exclude the mascara and eye liner, so there are two of the three types of cosmetics I wear.
Once Echo has done my shoes, she darts around the room, grabbing random pieces of jewelry and hair brushes.
"Brush," Lisa says, holding her hand out to Echo like when doctors ask for scalpels.
"Brush," Echo confirms, placing it in Lisa's hand.
She brushes my hair, tenderizing the near-dreadlocks hiding deep in my messy bun. It hurts, but it's worth it. When Lisa is done, Echo moves in. She puts bracelets on my wrists, places a simple necklace with a white marble tear-drop pendant around my neck, and clips misty-white butterfly pins in perfect randomness in my hair. Echo stands back, standing at Lisa's side and staring at me in awe. She's beautiful, she thinks dramatically.
They both swivel my chair around together, finally letting me face the mirror. One day I'm going to have to give these girls a million dollars each, because that's how good I look. I look so good that a million dollars would be a rip-off of what I should pay them for this. It's just...perfect.
An earthy-piney smell invades my extra-sensitive nose, filling my heart with joy. He's here.
The doorbell rings.
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