Disclaimers:

I do not own anything. Everything except the plot and Morgan belong to Stephenie Meyer.

The next day, Morgan was washing dishes when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" she shouted so that her grandmother could hear her. She dried her hands and went to answer the door. There was a man in a wheel chair and another man who looked a bit younger than the man in the wheel chair.

"Hi." she said and smiled.

The man in the wheel chair smiled and said, "Hello. Is Alberta around?" Morgan was about to respond when her grandmother suddenly came up beside her with a tackle box and a fisherman's hat on.

"I'm right here, Billy." she said. "Hey, Charlie." she greeted the man who was standing up. "This is my granddaughter, Morgan." She introduced her to the two men. "Morgan, this is Billy and Charlie." Morgan shook the men's hands. "Well, Morgan, I go fishing with Billy and Charlie on Fridays. You can do whatever you want, just don't go driving." Morgan's grandmother laughed and pinched her granddaughter's cheeks.

Morgan just smiled sheepishly and said, "Okay Grandma."

"You should go, um," Alberta used air quotes, "'Hang out' with Billy's son, Jacob."

"Nah, he might have other plans already and I wouldn't want to mess them up. I'll be alright here, Grandma."

"No, he's just sitting around complaining about how bored he is. Charlie could drive you there. He has to drive me there anyway. I forgot my fishing rod." Billy chuckled.

"Um I guess I could hang out with him." Morgan said hesitantly. She was painfully shy.

"Good." Her grandma was smiling hugely. "He's a handsome little devil." She winked at Morgan.

"Grandma." Morgan whined and looked over at Billy and Charlie, who were grinning.

Morgan looked down at her converse, skinny jeans, and t-shirt with robots dancing in the rain on it and said, "Okay. Let's go, I guess."

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After a short, quiet drive, they pulled up to a little, old, red house. Morgan got out of the car and went up to the door with Charlie. Charlie knocked and the door was suddenly yanked open, with out even making any noise. Her eyes met a shirtless torso with perfect abs, a chiseled chest, and a really dark complection (sp?). She had to raise her eyes to look at the boy's face. He was extremely tall. He had dark hair, gorgeous brown eyes, high cheek bones and perfect teeth.

"Hey, Jake, I have to get Billy's fishing rod. He forgot it again." Billy chuckled.

Jacob made a deep, rumbling noise that sounded kind of like a dog barking. Morgan realized he was laughing.

"I swear his mind is going." Jacob grabbed a fishing rod that was propped up next to the door and handed it to Charlie.

"Thanks, Jake." Charlie glanced over at Morgan, who was looking nervously at her feet. "Oh I almost forgot. Jake, this is Morgan, Alberta's granddaughter. Morgan, this is Jake, Billy's son. Morgan doesn't know anyone here really and while we're gone fishing, she's gonna stay here with you."

"Okay. Hi." Jacob stuck his hand out for Morgan to shake. Morgan flashed him her sweetest smile and looked into his eyes. As soon as she looked into his eyes, everything seemed to be going in slow motion. It seemed like it took hours for her hand to reach his. She felt this burning sensation deep inside her stomach and she couldn't breathe. When her hand finally touched his, she literally felt sparks. It felt like fire was engulfing her whole body now. Her heart was beating insanely fast and everything in her vision except for Jacob disappeared.

"I'll see you guys later on tonight." Charlie's voice brought Morgan back to reality.

"Okay." Morgan said almost inaudibly and watched as Charile got back into his car and drove away.

A/N: I'm really sorry this chapter is short. I just want to get this story going and I want more reviews. Anyway, I'm in Destin, Florida right now and I'm about to go parasailing. I'm excited :) But while I'm parasailing, please leave me reveiws and I'll try to post the next chapter tomorrow. Remember constructive criticism as well as mean criticism is welcome. Please review.