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Jake POV

To say that last night was the best night in my life would be the understatement of the year. No wait. Scratch that; it was the understatement of the mother fucking decade. I don't even know how to explain how much pleasure, love, and lust flowed through me when I loved Nessie with my tongue. To make her come like that, to make her say my name with so much passion was just un-fucking-believable. She's my goddess, my muse, my love for life and so much more.

So here I am in La Push Tattoo and More. I'm going to get Nessie's name tattooed on my neck so everyone can see that I'm hers and she's mine. I was flipping through an issue of People Magazine and saw that apparently Kristen Stewart was pregnant with Robert Pattinson's baby. How fucking weird. They looked just like Nessie's parental units. Damn. But what the fuck? Wasn't there a rumor like a year ago saying that she was pregnant and married to this Robert guy? And wait? Why the fuck am I mother effing worrying about some damn celebrities?

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Lola, the tattooist that I requested since day one, called me up to her station. She took the paper with the tattoo drew on it and transferred it onto the left side of my neck. The tattoo was simple and elegant. Just like my girl.

Once Lola had finished the tattoo, she bandaged it and I went up to the front desk and paid the price of my new tat. Now all I had to do was go to the floweriest, pick up some white roses, then go home, get dressed in my best clothing, go pick up my love and then, we're off on our 'first' date.

Now that after Ness and I has told her parents about us, I felt a lot better. It was just awkward sitting there with Nessie's parent's (well mostly her dad) staring bullets into my head. I think I almost shit my pants.

After I had gotten the roses, I went home showered, got dressed and went into my mom and dad's room where they were both sitting on their bed watching that damned movie New Moon. They were at the part where the sparkling piece of shit leaves that fuck hot clumsy human girl. I looked over at my mom who was crying her eyes out while my dad rubbed her shoulders.

"Heidi, shush. It's just a movie, sweetie."

"I know, but Billy, it's just so sad. I wish I could jump in the TV and rip that Edward a new one. I mean, who would do that? Just leave out of nowhere."

"Uh, mom, dad, I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm going out on a date. I'll be home tonight." I said as I fiddled with my fingers.

"Oh, Jacob! Look at how snazzy you look! Oh my goodness! My baby boy is growing up!" My mom squealed as jumped up off the bed and ran to me and hugged me a choke hold. "Heidi, let go of Jacob; you're suffocating the poor boy." Dad chuckled.

"Well mom, dad, I gotta go pick up my girl; we have reservations at that new Chinese place." I said as flung my hair out of my eyes.

"Oh! Jakey, that reminds me! When you're in town tonight, will you be a dear and pick up mine and your dad's prescriptions at Harry's pharmacy? Please!" Gah! This is not happening!

"How much will you pay?" I asked.

"I'll pay for the new tires on your Rabbit." Dad answered. Holy shit! They were going to give me new tires, just for picking up their drugs? For real? That shit must be illegal, then.

"Deal."

To say that I was nervous was an HUGE understatement. I was on edge, I felt like a bundle of nerves; my palms were sweaty; and I could swear that I'd have to go home and change my shirt. Man . . . I just feel so. . . Oh, I don't know? Afraid? Nah, that ain't it. Chicken shit? Nup, that isn't the word either. Ok, I feel like I'm meeting my favorite band, in person, and I came dressed in a chicken suit. Ok, some all that up into one word or one disastrous letter would be; I F L I M M F B I P A I C D I A C S. My god. It sounds like a fucking narcotic!

I don't know how I did it, but I drove all the way over to Nessie's house, without a single wreck AND with my nervous, inconsiderate thought. Holy Mary Manson! I just triple tasked! Someone call Guinness World Records! Psych!

Anyways, I got out of my car and walked up to her house, passing the freaky ass lawn gnome killing the lawn flamingo. That was weird as shit could be.

My palms where sweaty as I knocked on the door; I swear someone that walked by would be able to hear my heart beat.

The door opened and Edward Cullen stared at me with an eerie look that I'm sure could wake the dead just like Marilyn Manson's farts wake the dead. He is after all a devil worshiper. No offence Marilyn Manson. . .

"Jacob. Come in." He said with a forced smile and strained voice. I walked in and saw Nessie standing in the living room dressed to kill. Literally; I almost died at the sight in front of me. Right as I made my way to Nessie, a little short-haired gothic elf came bouncing up to me and gave me a huge hug.

"Hi! I'm Alice! I'm Nessie's aunt! It's so nice to meet you! I've heard so much about you! You're tall! And warm! If I wasn't married, you'd be the next on my list! Nessie told me that you listen to heavy metal! I listen to heavy metal too! I went and saw a Cradle of Filth concert last summer! Oh! By the way—"

"Alice!" Nessie said as she tried to pull Alice off of me. Damn. That was the weirdest little . . . person? I've ever met. Alice was Gothic . . . but at the same time . . . she would be able to fit in with just about any crowd. Gothic, yet stylish. I sound gay right now.

"Jake . . . you've met my aunt. She's a little overbearing. But I love her." Nessie said as she hugged me. "By the way Jakers . . . you clean up nice." She winked. I blushed. Only my grandma called me Jakers.

"Yes, I agree Nessie; Jacob does clean up nice . . . for a head banger. But he still looks like a mutt in a training bra." Edward grumbled. My blood boiled.

"Dad!"

"Edward!"

Isabella and Nessie both thwapped Edward on the head really hard and Nessie came and put me into her arms, trying to calm me down, and not attack her father.

"Edward, say you're sorry. That was uncalled for and immature. This is a special night for Renesmee and you sir are not going to ruin it for her. Now say you're sorry." Isabella said in a stern voice. Damn. It's wrong I know to think that your girlfriend's mom is hot. But since I'm going to Hell, I might as well make sure all of me get's in.

"Sorry . . . Jacob." He sneered.

Nessie grabbed my hand and looked up at me and smiled and mouthed 'I love you'.

"You ready to get going Nessie?" I asked.

A/N :: Hate me? Love me? What'd ya think? Was it good? Now . . . I have ALWAYS pictured Alice as a little gothic elf. Now maybe it's just because I love gothic people or that Alice would be a cool gothic.

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