The next morning, I woke to see Jacob's face right up next to mine. His arm was flopped on top of my body, keeping me from moving, but I didn't really want to move.. He looked so peaceful, almost childlike. The crease that I had seen in his face so much recently seemed to disappear. His scruffy hair was sticking in all sorts of directions, but it was so cute. It was like I was holding a whole different Jacob to me. Not a werewolf, not a monster, not a boy who knew anything of a mythical universe. Looking at the sweet boy next to me made me think of a normal young adult. He looked so… happy. The sight made me smile.

I didn't know what time it was or how long we stayed like that, but eventually, Jacob stirred and opened his eyes. When he caught me staring, he smiled too and brushed my hair back.

"Good morning," he whispered.

"Good morning," I returned.

"How are you feeling today?"

"Much better."

"I'm glad."

He looked like he was going to continue. But instead, he took a deep breath and changed the subject.

"Our latest bike could use some TLC. Do you want to work on it some?"

The thought of spending a day in the garage with my best friend was just too good to pass up. "Of course I do."

It was a drizzly day, but not so much to keep us from working hard on the bike. I looked like I had hardly slept at all the night before. I pulled on the only remaining pair of jeans that I had at Jacob's and one of his old flannel shirts from his pre-werewolf days. It still managed to swallow me up.

Our latest bike was a piece of crap. Really. It didn't even run, and it had rusted halfway through, but Jacob and I saw the potential of it. An hour into our job, half of the bike was in pieces scattered across the ground. We were greasing and oiling and fixing up as much as we possibly could. The atmosphere was so soothing; it was just like last night had never happened..

But then again, there was something different. There was some weird tension in the air that I didn't understand. For instance, when Jacob took his shirt off in the middle of his work like he always did, I couldn't stop the small shivers that went down my spine. Had his stomach always been that... that… perfect? When he passed me parts and our hands touched, I had to wonder, had his skin always been that soft? So warm? Had Jacob always been so… beautiful? The thoughts left me in a swarm of madness, and I didn't even think Jacob felt the awkwardness. Or maybe he did, because he dared to ask me about the night before, something that he would not have normally done.

"So, did you even get your special dance that you were so excited about?"

He could have asked me anything but that. I would have rather him asked me why I was so stupid, or how far Matt got, or anything like that. None of those would have been quite as heart-wrenching as knowing that even through all that mess last night, I still didn't even get the one dance that I was looking forward to.

I took a deep breath, choking back a few tears and staring at the part in my hands. "No."

I expected Jacob to go into protective mode like last night. I expected his body to start shaking, for me to hear him snarl and growl, for me to have to calm him down. But all I heard was a cold silence. My eyes filled with a wetness I couldn't control. I felt so pathetic. This was something that an immature girl from some sappy teeny-bopper movie would be doing. But I couldn't help it.. I felt as one tear slid down my cheek slowly, and my head slumped in defeat. And instead of hearing Jacob's anger rising up, all I heard was the radio turn on. Then I felt Jacob's finger slip under my chin. He lifted my eyes to meet him.

"Well we are just going to have to change that, aren't we?" he whispered very softly. He took my hand and pulled me into the middle of the garage, kicking away pieces of motorcycle as he went. His eyes never left mine. The tears that were in my eyes stopped abruptly. All my sadness for the boy of last night vanished. All I could sense was Jacob. He was my everything. I heard the music vaguely in the background. It was a slow song, almost a lullaby.

Once Jacob had me in the center, he pulled my hand to his lips and kissed it gently.

"Ms. Renesmee Cullen, may I have this dance?"

Then he, very slowly, wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me into him, keeping my hand in this and holding it close to his chest. I took my other hand and set it on his shoulder. Still, our eyes never left each others. Jacob and I turned in slow circles, almost too slow for me to realize we were moving. Yet everything seemed to be spinning too fast. Jacob's heat seemed to be radiating off of him. His dark brown eyes held mine as though our lives depended on it. The longer we turned, the closer Jacob pressed his body against mine. All hints of a smile seemed to fade from him. He looked so serious, so much more like a man than a boy. His face leaned down to mine slowly. He slid his hand out of mine and cupped the nape of my neck with it. I closed my eyes and breathed in. I could feel Jacob's warm breath on my face and I could practically feel my heart beating out of my chest. Very, very softly, almost like a butterfly's flutter, Jacob pressed his lips to mine.

In that moment, that kiss, I saw it all. It was like I was having one of Alice's visions. I saw myself in Jacob's arms, safe and secure. I could feel his body next to mine every night. I could sense his heat in my arms, and I could crave his lips on mine every moment of every day.

I could love Jacob.

I could see myself with him. Dating him. Marrying him. Spending all of eternity with him, because that's what we had. Forever. And the thought sent a shudder of happiness down my spine.

Suddenly, Jacob's kiss was too soft for me. I wanted more, craved for more I reached one hand around his waist and pulled myself against him. Then I reached my other hand I grasped his ruffled hair in my fist. With that, I pressed my lips so hard against his that I didn't think it would be possible for him to match it. But he did. Jacob's arm tightened around my waist and he cupped my face in his hand. His lips parted, and I could feel warm breath enter me. It filled me up like a balloon. Jacob filled me more than life itself.

And in that moment, that kiss, I saw something entirely different. I saw Jacob and me fighting. We were yelling at each other. When we were through, we walked in opposite directions.

I could not love Jacob.

It was a break up, and I realized I would be without him for all of eternity, because that's what we had. Forever. And the thought sent a shudder of agony down my spine.

Forever without Jacob. It made me want to die. I realized I had two options. I could either continue to kiss Jacob in my moment of happiness and hope and pray that nothing would separate us, or I could be logical and stop this right now. I could keep Jacob as the best friend that I needed. Because to me, having a part of Jacob was much better than not having Jacob at all. And if that meant that I had to rip myself away from my thoughts of being more with him, I was going to do that.

I tried to pull apart, but it was like there was something in my core that was holding me here to him. I stayed there in Jacob's arms for a solid minute, captivated and frozen by his kiss. My thoughts were haunting me. No Jacob. No Jacob. Forever and ever. Without Jacob. No Jacob…

That was wrong. I needed Jacob. But I had him right here. He was holding me, kissing me, and he was loving me. More than I thought possible.

You are going to lose him then. Just like that, he's going to be gone, and you aren't going to get him back. The little voice in my head kept tormenting me. But it was wrong. I had to tell it that.

No.

"No?" Jacob said gasping to catch his breath and taking my face in both his hands and pulling back just enough to speak.

Had I said that aloud?

You have to stop this now, while you can.

"No," I gasped. My hand unlocked from his hair and I pulled back. But Jacob took my hands and I rebounded into his chest. He leaned down and kissed me once, twice, a third time.. And I didn't want to move.

Your loss…

I pulled away.

"Renesmee?" Jacob choked.

"No," I whispered before pulling out of his arms.

"Renesmee wait!" he pulled me back and made me stare straight into his eyes.

"Why? Why not?" he asked, his face searching for answers.

"Because this is ruining everything! Everything. If we ever fought, broke up…? What would I do with myself Jacob? I can't lose you as a friend-"

"That's not possible. We aren't going to break up. It's not possible. We were meant for this, I promise."

I was silent for a moment. His face was so serious, so convincing. But I couldn't let one foolish move ruin my life.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. I turned around and started out the garage.

"No! Listen to me!"

I kept walking.

"Listen!" I was suddenly swung around facing Jacob hard in the eyes. There was a fear in his eyes that made me sick to my stomach. He clutched my arm so tightly that if I had been human, surely it would have crushed.

"Renesmee, I made the mistake once of being patient and understanding. I stayed around to be the best friend. I was the support and the comforter.. And I was told that I was loved. But I was stripped away from all happiness in my life. And I was an idiot and I made the mistake of hanging in there and hoping that things would change. And although it ended up being the greatest mistake of my life, there is no way for the same situation to end the same way again. And I'm not losing you to some other man. Because this time, I know you love me, and I know that there is no other option. There isn't someone to leave you, to make you realize you need me. And there isn't someone to come back and strip everything away again. There isn't some arrogant idiot to come and ruin my life. Because I'm the idiot. I'm the prince here, and I'm the one who's going to end up with the happy ending. And I'm going to make sure it stays that way, because if I've learned one thing in life, it's that things change so much that you can barely keep hold. And if I have to hold onto something, it's going to be you."

"Jacob…" I whispered. But what was I going to say? Nothing that happened in the past 15 minutes made sense. Hell, nothing in the past few months was making sense to me. "Jacob, I don't understand what you are talking about."

Jacob's eyes filled with tears. "I wish I could explain it all, but I promised…" he choked out on the last word and reached his hand to touch my cheek. "Please, trust me."

I wanted to. I wanted to kiss him again. But the better part of me thought it out. Life with or without Jacob. It was my choice.. And with that, I walked very confused out of the garage. I wasn't even to the woods when I heard a frustrated yell and a loud crash. I turned around in time to see the little radio that had played the song of my dance being thrown into the nearest tree. Hell seemed to be rising to my Heaven faster and faster as the moment continued. Once I hit the tree line, I raced to my house, so confused, so madly in love, and so filled with hatred. I didn't even make it past the treaty line before I started to cry.

This is just one part of an entire long thought out story I've been working on just for fun. This is sorta teaser to see if anyone wants to read more. Please give me feedback. :)