A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reading! I hope that this chapter isn't too boring in the beginning! Please read & review! I love people who review! (: (Disclaimer: I am not Stephenie Meyer, and I do not own the characters)

Last night, when Jacob visited to hang out with my family and I, he said that he was running out of food at his house (surprise, surprise), and that he would have to eat breakfast over here. Esme gave me recipes for blueberry muffins/pancakes, bacon, and eggs (I'm know how to make them, but just to be sure I get them perfect), and told me that I could try cooking it since I might have to cook every day for myself someday.

These past few years, Esme has enjoyed teaching me how to make everything from breakfast foods to desserts, and it has come in handy. Since Jake eats like an animal (ha), I have to make a lot of food. I love cooking, so I don't mind helping Esme whenever she cooks (it's become a hobby of hers, since she know has two people who actually eat human food).

"Morning Ness," Jake greets me with a bear hug, as I enter the kitchen.

"How long have you been here?" I ask him, as I look in a drawer for the recipes.

He walks into the pantry, and comes out with two aprons. "I just arrived when you came down. Esme let me in."

"Okay, well lets get started." I tell him, as I place three different sheets of paper onto the counter. I turn around, and I see him tying a pink polka doted apron around his neck. I told him that he could only help me cook if he wore one, but I was just kidding. I start laughing, "Sorry, we don't have any other ones."

He shrugs, as he finishes tying the knot, "Are you saying this makes me look fat?" He says laughing, and then walks over to the counter.

"No, not at all." I say still laughing, and I separate the recipes so he can see them. I tie my apron around my floral spring dress that falls just about my knees, and I look over to him. "What do you want to make this morning?"

He places his hands on them, as if this was a huge decision that he was making. "How about the blueberry pancakes?"

"Sounds good to me," I say with a smile, and then I turn around and place a frying pan on the stove. "So lets get all the ingredients."

Within a few minutes we have gathered: flour, baking powder, salt, sugar, eggs, butter, and the blueberries. Jake stares at all of the ingredients, and he seems overwhelmed. "The only time I made pancakes was from the mix."

"It's alright, I know how." I tell him, and then I scoot the flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar at him. "Put how much the recipe calls for each into this bowl." I hand him a large white bowl, and he puts it in front of him on the counter. "I'll mix the other ingredients, while you do that."

In the next few minutes Jake has managed to get flower all over the counter, "I think I finished it." He tells me, showing me the bowl full of the dry ingredients.

"It looks ready," I tell him with a smile, and he grins widely. I take my bowl over to where he is, and I pour it on top of his ingredients. "Now mix those together."

He looks at me like I'm crazy, "How come we didn't just mix them all together in the first place?"

"Who knows? I am just following the recipe." I say, holding it up and flicking the sheet of paper. "Can you mix them?"

He nods, and then starts mixing them slowly so no more flour will fall out of the bowl. I turn the heat under the frying pan to medium, as Jacob finishes stirring. "I think it's ready." He carries the bowl over to me, and I stick a big spoon into the mix.

"Just pour a little bit into the pan," I tell him, and then he pours the perfect amount in. "I'll do the rest." I sprinkle the blueberries into the pancake, and when it is cooked enough, I flip it to its other side.

For the first twenty pancakes he just watches me, studying how I lift the pan, and make the pancake spin up in the air, and have it land on the other side. "Did you want to try?"

"Sure," He says as he takes the glove off of my hand, and puts it on his so he won't get burned. "So I just shake it?" He attempts, and it goes flying behind our heads, which sends us into a hysterical laughter.

I walk back with the bad pancake, which I got off of the floor across the room, and I put it into the trash can. "That was just your first try. When Esme first taught me, I hit Emmet in the back of the head as he walked into the room."

"Okay good, I thought I was the only one who sucked at it." He tells me, and then he sticks his tongue out of his mouth as he focuses on making the pancake flip.

After a few failed attempts, he finally got it down, and started doing more pancakes. After getting twenty good ones, he places the empty bowl of mix on the counter. "I think I'm a pro now."

"Oh yes," I say laughing, as I take a plate filled with the pancakes, and he grabs forks and plates for us. "I think that they look very good."

Four pancakes later, I push my plate far away from me showing I was done. "You did a great job making them."

"It was mostly you," He says as she shovels his twentieth pancake into his mouth. When he is done eating, he picks up the plates, and carries them back to the sink.

I take them from his hands, and then I place them into the sink. "I'll clean the bowls and plates first, and then I will help you clean up all of the flour over there."

"Alright," He says, and then turns around to the messy countertops. I have just finished cleaning off the first plate when I feel a nudge against my back. I turn around to see Jacob with his hands cupped together, holding flour, and a big grin on his face.

"Jacob, you don't dare!" I scream loudly, but it's too late.

Suddenly all I can see is the white flour as it is blown into my face, and my first reaction is to grab the sink sprayer that is right behind me. Before he can do anything, I spray it onto his shirt and face. I laugh, as the shock spreads across his face, and I feel like I have won this war. That thought is proved wrong, though, when I realize I am too close to him to get away from his long, strong arms. He grabs me on the waist, turning me the other way, my back pulled against the front of him as he reaches for the sprayer.

With my free hand, I reach up to my face, wipe the flour off, and then reach my hand backwards to wipe it onto his face. "Oh no you don't," He says laughing, and then grabs my waist and turns me so that I am facing him.

I look up into his eyes, our faces just inches away. Suddenly, with no warning, I feel an electrical current run through my body, and I freeze. I can feel his wet shirt soaking me, and I just continue to stare into his eyes. It isn't uncomfortable, it's actually the opposite. In this moment I feel like every vein in my body is screaming for him, but my body tenses up, waiting to see any change in him. Suddenly, his muscles tense up, and then he lets go quickly, leaving a foot in between us.

He just stares at me with his dark brown eyes, and doesn't look away. I can feel my cheeks turn red, as we stand there not saying a word. Finally Jake runs a hand through his hair, "Thanks for breakfast. I've, uh, got to get home."

I just stand there, not moving, as he walks out of the house. When he is gone, I feel my face burning, and I run up the stairs heading to my room.

What had just happened down there? I wonder as I shut my door quickly, and then fall into my bed. I am just so confused. Those feelings I had for Jacob, my best friend, were not something a friend would feel for a friend. I've never felt about Jake that way before, but I couldn't get the thoughts to leave my head. Did he feel that same current that went through my body? Did he want me to stay in his arms forever, like I wanted to in that moment? I tried to shake away the idea, but it wouldn't budge. What was wrong with me? This is my best friend, Jacob Black, I am talking about. Not some boy that I could have a crush on. I couldn't like, Jake, could I? I shove my face into my pillow, and I can feel my tears as they run rapidly down my cheeks.

My thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door, and I can hear my parent's voices on the other side of it saying my name. Oh no, they are going to think I'm so weird because I am thinking of Jake that way! Without my permission, they come in, shutting the door behind them, and then they sit at the end of the bed.

I'm not in the mood for talking, Dad. I think instead of saying, because I think my tears would stop me. I feel like an idiot for crying over this, but everything has been so overwhelming lately. I hardly understand anything anymore.

"Honey, you are not an idiot." Dad says, as he places his cold hand onto my back. "Why don't you tell us what happened?"

Don't you already know? I ask him rudely, as I become more embarrassed because he heard my thoughts. All of them.

I can hear him slightly laughing, but deciding that this wasn't the time. "Yes, I know your thoughts about it, Nessie. Your mother needs to know."

I don't feel like leaving my mother out of the loop after all she has done for me, so after a few minutes of silence I remember I can do something easier than talking. I just don't want her to make fun of me, but hopefully she won't. With a sigh, I lift my arm from underneath my head, and I sit up, not looking at them yet. I place my hand onto her cheek, and I start the memory from him blowing the flour into my face, up to when they knocked on the door.

"Renesmee," My mom's voice is soothing, as she pulls me in close to her. "Don't ever think that I will make fun of you for anything you do. Not ever." She wipes my tears away, and then rests her hands on my legs. "Sweetie, having feelings toward a boy is completely normal."

"Not towards Jacob! He is going to think I am a freak!" I say soft enough so I can pretend that everyone else in the house isn't listening. Even though I know they are.

She shakes her head quickly, and pulls my chin up so I have to look at her in the eyes. "Give it time, honey. I know that he will be the last one who judges you about your feelings."

"Thanks, but I don't feel like talking about this just yet." I say with a weak smile, "I'm not quite sure what I am feeling right now."

Dad pulls my head to his, and gives me a kiss on the forehead. "Love you, Renesmee."

"I'm here if you need me," Mom tells me, as she hugs me tightly.

Three hours later, I am tossing and turning in my bed, trying to get some sleep. I'm not going to try to deal with all of my thoughts today. Even though it is only the afternoon, I need some rest. Questions keep popping into my head, and I can't seem to shut them out. They keep nagging at me, until my brain has finally had enough, and I slip into a dream. A dream about Jacob.