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I feel like there is literally no plot to this story, I'm just kind of writing. I've gotten attached to this tory and everything and want it to go far, but I have no idea what people think of it. To be honest, I have a lot of opinions about this story that are good and bad. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review. I'm not trying to be thirsty, but it would put me at ease.
On a side note, I found someone who looks as I would imagine Bianca does. Her name is Ashley Madekwe, and I feel like Bianca would look a lot like her, only younger.
Enjoy!

I do not own Twilight.

"I'm going to warn you now that I'm a sloppy eater."

"That makes two of us."

I laughed because I knew Jacob was a sloppy eater, my disgusting chewing and chomping hardly rivaling his. It was funny how fate worked, putting someone who could deal with my worst flaws on this earth in the same place as me. I did not get how anyone could stand me. Hell, I couldn't even stand me; I was actually very annoying in my opinion.

"I've experienced worse. My brother is much messier than you, but it definitely runs in the family. I'm trying to be as polite as I can at the moment, and I'm not sure it is working," I spoke, taking a bite of the pineapple and ham pizza I had ordered. I groaned internally; pizza was one of my favorite foods. My mother was an advocate for healthy eating and living, so I was not able to eat any junk back home. I took every chance I could to fill myself with candies, cakes, pizzas, and fast food over here.

"I've always took you as a person who wouldn't eat junk," he said, his statement more on an inquiry for further conversation.

"You've seen me practically swallow a burger, Jacob," I said, scoffing at him. "I'm pretty sure I've made it a hobby. Ask Sam, his fridge is practically empty. Thank goodness Emily shops every couple of days."

He looked at me with a genuine interest, his face blurred from the steam rising from his cup of coffee. There was not one person I could think of who had ever looked that immersed in what I had to say. It gave me a weird feeling in my stomach and heart, but it made me feel cheerful in an odd kind of way. I had no idea what the feeling was. I imagined that feeling looked something like a small, tan rubber band that tightened around my heart when Jacob managed to flatter me in the slightest.

"Yeah. I don't know what we would do without her," he said thoughtfully, talking a bite of pizza after a short pause. I nodded in appreciation, taking a bite of my food as well. He was thinking; it was not hard to see the gears turning in his head as he sat silently between conversations.

"Hey, I need to ask you something," he continued.

"If I want a burger?"

He stared at me, clearly puzzled.

"What? I assumed since we were talking about burgers—"

"No," he snickered, still looking at me as if I were the most ridiculous human being he had ever met. "I want to ask you about that day with Renesmee. What did she say?"

"Didn't I tell you not to question me?" I replied jokingly, but not really jokingly as I pulling my sweatshirt tighter around me.

I looked at those eyes, that intent, and once again my protective walls started to cave in. "Do I have to tell you?" I asked tentatively.

He looked at me for a second, and then nodded slowly. "Sam asked me to ask you about the exchange to make sure 'nothing happened'."

I was trying to not let myself completely melt away, but I felt it happening. The concern in his voice was something I had never heard from anybody, not even my mother or father. My father did not care, unsurprisingly to everybody except me. And my mothers concern was more of a warning; one that said 'don't you dare make me look bad, Bianca Alison.' I would suspect he did it on purpose to get me to spill, but his emotions were clearly autonomous. I assumed I did the same thing when I looked at him and spoke to him; his reactions were just not as strong.

So I sucked it up and contained myself, changing the subject. "You and Renesmee had a thing. What was that about?"

He froze, his mouth closing a second before he spoke. I realized quickly that I had hit him in a weak spot; it was something he would probably not want to talk about. I had answered his question, though, just not in the way he had thought. He looked down at what I assumed were his knees as I propped my head on two hands. I stared across the table with ironic intent, trying not to laugh at his shocked expression. It was not because I found it hilarious, but because I had caught him off guard. It was not easy to do, and now I was not the one being pressured.

I waited for him to respond with an unsightly mix between a triumphant stare and a scowl.

"We just had a brief thing," was what he settled on as he scratched his head. "But Bianca—"

"She seemed jealous," I interrupted.

"Well, Bianca, human beings tend to get jealous when they see someone they used to be with coddling another person," he explained sarcastically. I took notice of his hand slowly inching towards mine. My hand almost involuntarily moved away, but I stopped it. I loved being touched, but I was not used to this kind of affection. I had never gotten it from my mother, just Sam. And it most definitely did not make my heart race like this did.

In that moment, the mood changed from tense to cutesy once again. It was like a romantic movie, sickly sweet, but nice-feeling in the moment. It was funny how somebody like me hated the romance genre, but I may as well have been in one. The movie would surely be foolish and extremely bad, but people would watch it anyway, simply because Jacob was there; not because of me. I was just a side-character in the main plot, one that added to Jacob's assets and created troubles in his life, even though he did the same to me.

"You're coddling me?" I asked with a small smirk. His hand was warm in mine, and the child inside me was eager to squeeze his hand to see if he would squeeze back like in the cheesy movies my mother used to watch.

"Well who else would I bring out, buy pizza, and let irritate me?" He asked.

"Renesmee," I quipped.

Jacob looked exasperated. "You try your damn hardest to make things difficult, don't you?"

I shrugged in response. "Pretty much."

The waiter came and set the bill on the table precariously. She must have been my age, maybe a little older, with honey hair and emerald eyes. She flashed a blindingly white smile at Jacob, completely ignoring me. The weird feeling in my heart came back; it was the bad-feeling one.

"Darling, let's get out of here," Jacob said, ignoring the waitress. He was upsetting her on purpose, which made my heart start to beat fast again. In a good way this time, not like rotten feeling jealousy gave me. I slid a hand over my mouth to stop myself from laughing and placed my other hand in his outstretched one.

He set down a couple of bills and told her to keep the change, to which she responded with a priceless offended expression. He then pulled me out of the restaurant in a hurry, as we had pissed off the waitress who was stomping into the backroom. And what was the best thing that I had experienced that day?

A simple kiss at the end of that date, with sweaty hands interlocked and rain pouring overhead.

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