The two sat on the quickly dimming beach for a while, taking each other in. "So lemme get this straight, you're really 21, according to your terms, but you're really 16?" Jacob quizzed.
"Yes, and well basically 17. My birthday was only a month after—"
Jacob nodded, staring at her.
"What about you though, how old are you?" Molly questioned.
"17." He stated simply. "What about me though? Have they told you horrible things about me down there?" he grinned, teasing.
"Ha, no!" Molly laughed. "Well you see, I get most of my info from Alice. So I guess I only really know the basics."
Jacob nodded once more. "Sounds well enough. I trust Alice to hold up my shining reputation." He teased. "What about you though? I really don't know all that much and I really want to know more. Who are you Molly Cullen?"
"Well," she started, grinning. " If you really want to know, I have a few words to sum it up. I'm a bookworm, a writer, and a musician. I guess that I'm your regular geek or nerd. I love poetry, the colors orange and green. Also, I love lilies. It's my biggest flaw; I just love them so much. Um let's see, what else. I used to wear glasses before I had this superhuman body. I'm not sure what else you want to know. I'm stubborn, sometimes quiet, but somehow kooky in a good way all at the same time. I don't want to think of myself as someone who can be summed up in an 'X' amount of words though."
Jacob just gawked at her for a moment, than let out a slight chuckle. "Well, that's a bit of a mouthful isn't it? Just for the record though, you don't sound like a nerd."
"I don't know though," Molly persuaded, "nerds have their redeeming qualities."
The smile never faded from Jacob's face, "very true."
"Is it my turn to ask something?" Molly poked.
"Feel free to," he suggested.
"Do you love Bella?" Molly inclined.
"Yes."
"Why are you here then?"
Jacob twiddled his thumbs and looked up at the sky contemplatively. "That," he started, "is best answered with a field trip."
Molly stared at him, overcome with confusion.
"In time, things will make more sense. That's why we're going. C'mon," Jacob gestured towards her car. "Let's go!"
Molly tried to push him off. "But where are we going?"
"You'll see," he laughed holding out his hand. "Keys please."
"Fine." Molly grumbled as she reluctantly handed over the keys. "There is one rule. If you break the 'stang, I'll break your face. No joke."
Jacob chuckled a bit. "Agreed."