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Jacob
I can't believe the day has finally come for me to go on a date with this beautiful, wonderful creation. It's perfect. She's perfect. And I am going to be perfect for her. Even sitting in the car, she looks like a painting by Van Gogh or some other amazing artist. I couldn't describe how perfect she looks if I had the vocabulary of Shakespeare. I struggle to keep my eyes on the road.
Seeing as it is November in Oregon, I had a hard time finding a date that would be fun for the both of us. Nessie is supposed to be on a human blood dinner diet so dinner is out of the question. Planning this date took all week, but I am proud of my final choice for it. I'm going to do everything in my power to sweep her off her feet.
"Where are we going?" she asks, pulling me from my thoughts.
"You'll see." I reach my hand out and pat her knee. She pats my hand with her tiny one. I, not wanting to remove contact with her again, lace my fingers through hers and keep them there.
After a thirty minute drive, we pull up at our destination. It is a small run down club that could pass for a beat up house. Nessie stares at the place with her eyebrow raised. Little does she know, this is where Bella, Alice, and I have been all week setting up. I can't believe how much help those two were. It means a lot to see that they support me in my endeavors.
"We getting mugged?" she mocks.
"Hey now, don't judge a book by its cover."
"This is hardly a book, Jake. This decrepit building looks like it is about to fall apart."
"It's sturdy," I ensure. "Would I put you in danger?"
"Of course not," she exclaims. "I'm just kidding around." I take her hand and lead her in the old squeaky doors. Her face lights up like a candle in a dark room. I think this was a good idea.
Nessie
The inside of this old building is exactly the opposite of outside. It is well-lit and spacious. As we walk further in, I begin to notice all the activities Jacob has set up for us. It's as if he created an indoor carnival just for us two.
"You did this?" I sigh.
"With a little help from your mom and Alice. But I planned everything. They just made sure it would all get here in time."
"It's amazing," I admit turning to look at my wonderful boyfriend.
"Where would you like to start? We've got a pottery wheel, water balloon painting, a bed for jumping, popcorn and cotton candy for snacks, tricycles to race, some mini golf, air hockey, pool, ping pong, and dancing of course."
"There's no music," I tease.
"I've got that covered," he smirks. "Hey guys, you can come on out now."
Toward the back of the room there is a stage. On the stage is a set up for a band. I am surprised when one of my favorite bands walks out from behind the stage. "Hey Nessie, we heard you were a fan," Colin says into the microphone.
"You got The Decemberists to play?"
"They're from Portland. It wasn't too hard to get them to agree to this," Jake whispers as he kisses my ear. "So what will it be?"
The opening notes of one of their more popular songs begin, but I can't take my eyes off of Jake. "I want a kiss," I admit. He leans down and kisses me chastely on the lips. His move, but his forehead remains against mine. "I love you," I whisper.
"I love you too," he responds with a smile. "Pool?"
I laugh and grab his hand, tugging him to the table. I've never actually played pool, but how hard can it be? Jake tells me I can break, but I insist he does it. The last thing I want is too embarrass myself before the game has even started.
Jake's good. Two solid balls fall into the pocket easily. He walks around the table giving the play a critical eye. When he bends to shoot, I can't help noticing the way that even through his long sleeve button up shirt, his muscles bulge out. His long arms extend and he pockets yet another ball.
"You should've broke Ness," he laughs from across the table. "I'm gonna win before you even get a turn."
"Then give me a turn," I sigh. He smiles my favorite grin and purposefully misses. "Thank you," I say with my head held high in mock confidence. I pace around the table trying to find the perfect spot. Jake watches from nearby with a cocky grin.
I finally find the shot I want, but it is right in front of where Jake stands. I bend over the table, trying my hardest to look like Jake did. I begin to move the stick back and forth in my fingers like Jacob did. Finally, I release. The stick makes contact with the cue ball, but much too hard. It goes flying off the table. Jake's busts out laughing from behind me. When I turn, he is clutching his stomach and bending over.
"It's not funny," I exclaim. "Though, I am partially lying. It is kind of funny that I was that bad."
Jake laughs for another minute or so before straightening up and looking at me. His eyes are wet with laughter tears. He's still struggling not to laugh as I retrieve the cue ball. "You can get a redo. It's the least I can do for someone as bad as you," he says with a smile still tugging at the corner of his lips.
I place all the balls back exactly as they were before I destroyed the table. Once again I line myself up. I can feel Jake's eyes on me. It makes me somewhat nervous.
"Nice stance Nessie," he says seductively. "Now this time you will want to hit the cue ball just a little lighter. Tone down the vampire self," he whispers.
I do as he says. A deep breath relaxes my nerves enough to hit the cue ball just hard enough to send it and the other ball into the pocket.
"That was better," Jake admits. "But still too hard. You scratched so you have to take it out." He walks to the pocket and removes both balls. He sets my striped one down and moves the cue to a convenient spot for him. "Now watch the way I set up," he says in all seriousness. It reminds me of the time he taught me how to do a back flip when I was little. "You see how I am barely using any of my strength by barely holding the stick. It's simple really." He looks like a pro when he pockets another of his balls.
He smiles and asks if he should miss so I can go. I nod only because I want a chance to prove myself to him. I line myself up again. Just as I am about to shoot, I am startled by a hot hand on my hip. Jake's so close, it causes my stomach to knot up. He leans down over me, pressing his chest into my back. The contact is so much more sensual than anything we have done thus far. I really don't see how I am to concentrate like this.
"You're still too tense," he whispers in my ear. "Relax." His hand on my waist moves to cover mine on the stick. "Loosen your grip some," he murmurs. His hot breath sends shivers up my spine. I can hear my heartbeat picking up and the blush rising. "There we go," he says as together we move the stick back and forth slowly. With his help, I sink my first ever pool ball without scratching.
"I did it!" I exclaim, turning my head to we are face to face. Jake's lips reach out and find mine. We kiss passionately. I'm not sure how it happens, but soon I am on my back on the pool table. Jake leans over and kisses my neck. His tongue glides softly over the sensitive skin. I am in my own personal heaven. That is until I hear laughing coming from the stage area. I had totally forgotten that we weren't totally alone.
Jake stops and returns to a standing position. From this angle he looks like a giant. "Maybe pool isn't such a good idea," he suggests.
"You're probably right," I sigh because I was beginning to like pool a lot.
"Have you ever made a pot?" Jake asks simply. I pull myself up and hop off the table before answering.
"Mom and I did it once. It was fun," I admit. "I'd love to make one with you."
"I was hoping you would say that," he grins widely. We walk over to the pottery wheel and start it up. I take a seat right next to it. Jake sits closely behind me, his legs straddled against my back.
It doesn't take long for this to become sensual too. With Jacob's big hands folding over mine as we mold the pot. The way the clay fells between our fingers is enough to make me want to go back to the pool table.
We work in silence because I can sense that Jake feels the same as I do. We both long to be kissing while we do this, but neither of us will make the move. Soon enough we finish the pot and rinse our hands. We are both a little relieved to be done with that portion of the date.
"Cotton candy?" I ask Jake since I can hear his stomach growling.
"Have you ever tried it?" he asks.
"No," I admit. Mom and Dad never took me to a carnival out of fear that I would attack.
"Didn't think so." We walk over to the cotton candy maker. Jake works quickly as if this is the easiest thing in the world. I watch in amusement as he takes the cardboard stick in circles until there is a puff of pink stuff.
Cotton candy smells like sugar, and only sugar. I wonder if the texture in my mouth will be the same as it looks. Jake pulls a piece off and holds it out to my mouth. "Try it, it's good."
I open my mouth and take his fingers inside. The cotton candy tastes exactly like sugar. I am surprised when it dissolves in my mouth. It's like one second there's sugary goodness, and the next only Jacob's fingers remain (not that they aren't delicious in their own way). He pulls his fingers slowly out of my mouth and clears his throat. "You like it?" he asks.
"It was sweet," I respond. Jake's big hands pull off another piece and pop it into his mouth. It doesn't take long to eat it all. We are sticky once it is gone, but I don't mind. I feel like a little kid again and it is fun.
I'm surprised when I yawn heavily. I grab Jake's sticky hand and walk to the bed. "Can we take a nap?" I ask once I am sitting. He looks down at his watch and shakes his head. "Not if I'm gonna get you back to your family in time. We've got time for one more activity," he adds.
I look around the room and wonder what looks like the most fun. Before Jake can realize what I am doing, I snatch a pillow up and hit him clear across the face with it. He steps back laughing. "Oh you're gonna pay for that," he exclaims.
Soon we are both hitting each other violently with the pillows. Feathers float around us as we laugh and duel. My increased intake of blood has made me fast enough to avoid most of Jake's movements. I hit Jake hard in his stomach and he lunges at my arm. I jump onto the bed and hit him again.
He catches me off guard by faking left and lunging right. He tackles me down onto the bed. His weight pins me tightly to the sheets. We laugh like little kids as Jake tickles me. "I surrender!" I gasp in between giggles. Suddenly everything stops. The music is gone. Jake isn't breathing. I'm not breathing. In fact, the only movement at all is the feathers falling and our heartbeats racing.
Jake looks into my eyes and kisses my lips gently. I'm still pinned underneath him. It's a new kind of excitement seeing as I am totally in his control. When I surrendered, I really gave him all of me. Somehow I sense he knows this. White feathers stick out of his dark hair, making me laugh again.
I reach up and remove the feathers as he picks at my hair. "You're perfect," he sighs, placing his head down next to mine. I turn my head and kiss his cheek. Much to my dismay, Jake rolls off of me and sits up on the bed. I sit up next to him. I place my head on his shoulder and allow my breathing to slow.
"I need to get you back," he groans. "But before we leave, I want to ask you something."
"Anything," I promise knowing that whatever he wants is his.
"Will you go to the Winter Formal with me?"
I am pleasantly surprised at the question. I knew there was a school dance coming up, but I doubted Jake would want to go. He doesn't seem like the dancing type. "I'd love to go with you, Jacob. But, I have to ask, what makes you want to go?"
"I want you to experience high school like every normal teenager does," he admits. "I want to take you to the dances, parties, and every other right of passage."
He really is perfect. It's like he knows that I want nothing more than to do the human stuff. I never had to tell him these things. He just knows. I fight the urge to tackle him back on the bed. "Well we will go then," I promise whole heartedly. "Let's go."
Jake walks me back to the car slowly. He doesn't want the date to end either. He drives slowly, like slow even for a human. Even with the reduced speed, we pull up at my house two minutes earlier than curfew. "I love you," Jake whispers.
"I love you too."
He steps out of the car and comes to my side. Just like in the movies, Jake walks me to the front door. I can hear the family inside, pretending they aren't listening. Jake looks around as if debating his next move. I secretly hope he kisses me even if the family is watching. I want them to see that I'm not a child anymore. More than that, I want them to see that Jacob is the man for me.
Jake bites his lip before bending down and kissing me gently. I slide my tongue into his mouth just to get a taste before allowing the kiss to end. He's smiling broadly at my little advancement. "I'll see you tomorrow for breakfast," he says. He bends down once more and kisses my cheek.
"Later," I call out as he hops off the porch. I watch as Jacob gets in his car and pulls out of the driveway. Once he is out of my earshot, I turn to find both my parents standing in the open doorway. Dad looks a little upset, but he's trying to hide it. Mom, on the other hand, is smiling.
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