Chapter 1: Ten Seconds

Bellas Point of View

I sat down in one of the bean-bag chairs that my boyfriend, Jacob Black, had insisted on putting in my big bedroom. I sat in the black one, which was the softest, leaving the white one for Jacob, who was coming over in a few minutes. I knew that I wouldn't need to get up to answer the door. He had a key. Not only had we been dating for four year (since we were twelve), but his family was, like, best friends with mine.

I was waiting for his usual ten second call. He always called when he got to my door. It took him ten seconds to unlock the door, go through the kitchen, and up the stairs to my room. He was such a dork when it came to seeing me. He always wanted to make it more exiting. He did it with everything, but very enthusiasticly around me-- he says it is because he iked to see me laugh when he did something dork/nerdy.

My phone rang. I checked the caller ID.

"Yes Jacob?" I said. The ID had said 'Jakey-Bear'.

"T- minus ten second, in counting." He, as always, hung up before I could say anything. I heard the door open and close. I heard his quiet foot steps. I had begun counting when I heard the door open. He had five second left.

"Hey Jacob!" I heard my father, Charlie, say to him.

"Sorry, Charlie!" Jacob shouted, as he tried to get to my room. I guess he had stopped when Charlie had said hello. "Can't talk! Under a time limit!" I heard his shoes bang against the wooden stairs that let to my room.

"Late!" I shouted as he burst through the door to my room. I heard Charlie bust out laughing. "Thanks, Charlie!" I called.

"No problem kid." He called back. "Sorry Jake!"

Jacob looked really upset. Charlie always stops him, but he usually gets to my room in ten seconds. I got up from my seat and walked over to him. He didn't look up, or at me, at I slid my pale arms around his dark, muscular fore-arms. I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"He always makes me stop!" Jacob whispered. "And I can never get used to it."

"It's okay, Jacob!" I told him, soothingly. I looked up at his face. I lifted my arms up and held his face in my hands, making him look at me. "Hey! It's okay! I'll make sure Charlie doesn't make you stop anymore." I stood on my tip- toes and kissed his lips softly. He smiled at me.

"Well," He said. "If he still stops me, are you still going to act like this?" I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, but said nothing, just smiled sweetly. "I'll take that as a 'yes, Jacob'." I laughed.

"Not exactly my words of choice, but... Close enough!" I flashed a big smile. I crossed my arms and pretended to be angry. "Why do you feel the need to put words into my mouth?" I asked him. He smirked. "I am capable of speach!"

"For now." Jacob muttered. I rolled my eyes and walkd back to my bean-bag- chair. He sat on the same chair, pulling me onto his lap. I leaned against his muscular chest.

I loved being with Jacob. We were always together. At school, and at home. We walked to school together, always early so we could go to Starbucks.(A/N: I don't even know if Forks, or Washingot has Starbucks! I know that they have a coffee shop there thought) We have been practicaly inseperable since school let out for the two week Christmas Break. Only one week left now.

"So," Jacob said after a minute. "I heard there were going to be some new students after the break."

"The Cullens," I told him. Being a klutz, I've gone to the hospital during the week. The Cullens father, Carlisle, is a doctor. I think he is a bit young though. He is very handsom though. With blonde hair, and golden eyes-- I thought it was very weird, but he was still very handsome. His skin was abnormaly cold and pale, though.

"How did you know?" Jacob asked. I gestured at my right leg, which had some gause wrapped around it. "Ah! Being a Klutz, you were fortunate enough to meet, and know about them."

"Yup," I smiled. "Do I get an award?" I joked. He thought for a few seconds.

"Yeah. You do get an award." He leaned down and kissed my cheek, then pulled back and folded his arms behind his head. "Well," He sighed. "My work here is done!" I glared at him. He smiled lazily in return.