A/N: Wow I never thought I'd be updating this quickly! I got two reviews within 24 hours! So to reply to one of the reviews:

LadyAmazon: I debated whether I wanted Cecily to be scared of Jacob or not. He's isn't a weak girl, but she would be a little petrified of a giant wolf. I would be entranced by it. And I know he's a big fluffy dog, butshedoesn't know that yet.

Nothin' ever seems to stay the same

But I found you tonight

Surprise

I found all I needed in your eyes

Everyone keeps leaving

But you stayed where I held you tonight

And let my heart go free

Hold me close, Now into forever

I'll be unafraid

Hold me close, Give me back my reason to believe

Come and save me

- Come and Save Me, Glorianna

Chapter 4

Cecily's POV

Finally, Friday rolled around, and I could not wait for my shitty we- actually, my week was pretty darn good. It was good to get back to dancing, and I had already gone shopping with Marie and entourage on Wednesday. And, okay, I won't lie, Jacob was pretty good too. It was nice to get some guy attention; it really does wonders for the good ole self-esteem. Yes, one might describe it using words like "shallow", but love is a basic human need. We get it where we can.

Anyhoo, Forks was having its annual Labor Day Parade (Hey, when I get to peg spectators with candy, I am always in favor of parades. Never mind how insignificant the holiday in question is), and the rez sports teams were making an appearance. Yes, dance team is considered a sport.

I left La Push around lunch and loaded my car up with the team's sound system, candy (ammo), and four little freshmen. I raced over to Forks High, going around, oh, 15 miles over the speed limit. I was all like, zippy-zoom. Just to see my passengers grab onto the closest object in fear of death. All in good fun, of course.

We arrived at the town hall, the starting point of the whole shebang. My girls removed their contracted hands from each other and climbed out of the car, still trying to shake off the last remnants of claustrophobia. They ran off to the trailer we would soon ride on, leaving me to carry the mega-big sound system and two heavy grocery bags full of candy.

A huge flight of concrete stairs stood between me and the trailer. I slowly made my way down, the burdens in my hands feeling about 20 pounds heavier. Any passerby with average intelligence could tell that I was struggling. But independence was something that I was born with, so I made off like I had muscles. I was alone with my thoughts until I another voice invaded my mind. "Do you need some help?" I whipped my head around, only to smack faces with a guy.

"AHHH!"

"AHH!"

Hmmm, a very cute guy. Good thing I didn't cause any permanent damage to his gorgeous face. He had dark brown curly hair, cropped short, and big brown eyes. He had a slight tan, and was tall and built, though not as well as someone I know . . . I was the first to speak. "I think I bobbed- "

" -When you weaved." He flashed a mega-watt smile.

"Sure you're alright?"

"No, I think you blinded me." I smiled at him, knowing that he could clearly see me. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. But I don't believe you answered my question. Do you need some help with . . . whatever you have there?"

I looked down, faintly remembering what he had said before the collision. "Oh . . . yeah, sure." I handed him the candy, having been instructed by the captain to guard the Bose sound system with my life. He held both bags in one hand, and offered his opposite arm to me. I gladly hooked mine through his as I steered us to the trailer, which seemed to get farther and farther away.

Now he was the first to speak. "So, since it looks like we have awhile to go, let's play 20 questions."

"How 'bout 10?"

"Well, I'll take what I can get."

During the enduring walk over, I learned that his name was Kyle Smith and that, like me, he was from the South. He grew up in Georgia and moved here in middle school. He had an older sister, and he played everything from football to hockey. He, unfortunately, attended the high school in Forks. Kyle got just about as much meaningless facts out of me.

We had just finished playing when our destination cut the journey short. The older ones, the girls my age, quickly turned around before they thought I would notice them with their mouths gaping open like that. The younger ones were not so tactful, openly staring for quite a few seconds before my glare won over their curiosity. Judging by the bewildered look that flashed across his face, I figured Kyle had no idea what was going on. I quickly turned to face him, "So are you staying for the parade?"

He rubbed the back of his head, mussing his hair up a bit, "Um . . . yeah, my older sister is head cheerleader at Forks High, so I'm here with my parents."

I grinned, "Okay, I'll be sure to peg- I mean, throw some candy your way."

"As long as it's chocolate." He glanced away, looking a little pensive. "So . . . would it be okay . . . if I could get your number?"

I stood there for a moment, a little bit dumbfounded. Guys that looked the way Kyle did never gave a second look in my direction, let alone talk to me. And now he wanted my number? This was a first. "Uh, sure."

We exchanged numbers. He wrapped me in a hug, and went to go find his parents. I was happy, yes, but my heart was a little bit let down. I didn't know why, but I think it had something to do with a native boy that I met on a Monday.

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Jacob's POV

I slowed up, matching the speed of the near stand-still in front of me. My bike wasn't exactly built for this kind of speed.

Finding parking in this mess would be hell.

I parked my motorcycle, melting into the crowd. All at once, the sounds of screaming toddlers and whining children assaulted my ears. The voices of so many people pounded at me, almost unbearable. It was a day off, a school-sanctioned one that is, and most of my classmates were at home, or at the beach, soaking in one of the last days of sunshine. And I would be there to, but I wanted to see my imprint again. I was here, being a loner, because Embry and Quil wanted to catch a view of a . . . different sort. One that involved bikinis and tanning skin.

I didn't know my way around here too well. Just like the vamps weren't allowed on rez territory, we tended to stay out of Forks. My ears were snagged by the sound of two bodies colliding. I whipped my head around, anxiously searching. My eyes quickly shuffled through pimply teenagers and overweight parents to find a tall guy in a football jersey chatting up a short brunette. I recognized one of their voices. I growled, a familiar fire starting to lick at my skin. She was Cecily, my Cecily. I instantly knew the guy. I had seen him hanging around the beach; just another tool from Forks with sluts hanging off each arm. Yet here he was spending more time than I had with my own imprint. What was he doing with my girl?

I silently observed their whole walk, jealous of the way he made her laugh. But when he hugged her. I turned away, quickly making my way back to my bike. I gripped the handlebars, and try to control my breathing. When I opened my eyes, both handles clearly showed the entire imprint of my clenched hands. Normally, I would've just run to the nearest patch of woods and phased right then and there. But I had to remind myself that I wasn't on my own turf right now. And this is why I hated coming into Forks.

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Cecily's POV

I walked back to the 'Stang, with a full heart and three empty bags of candy. I think I managed to hit a six year-old right in the eye. That one moment made it all worthwhile. I spotted an unfamiliar body leaning against the hood of my baby. I thought maybe that it was Kyle, being a creeper, but the figure was taller. And his skin was dark . . .

When I approached, he stared at me, his eyes filled with shock. "You have one of these?!"

I grinned, "Yep. She's my baby."

Awkward silence.

"So, are you my stalker now?"

He laughed, "No, I just wanted to ask you something." He looked kinda nervous. Then he didn't talk for like five minutes.

"Hell-o?"

He took a deep breath, "Do you wanna go out this weekend?"

I think my heart did a double back handspring tuck. Yes! This was what I'd been waiting for. So, I said, "Yeah, of course. So where are we going?"

"That's a surprise. Meet me at First Beach at 5 p.m. tomorrow."

"Okay. I'll be there."

He grinned, "Great."

He turned around and walked to his truck. Smiling, I got behind the car on the side opposite him and started doing a very bad rendition of the Charleston, my signature victory dance.

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The next day, I counted the hours until I had to start getting ready for my date. I told my parents, and they were cool with it, which is weird, come to think about it. I think they were just elated I wasn't spending my day as a hermit. As long as I got home by 11, of course. I had picked out a white and red flowered baby-doll top with shorts and woven wedge sandals. I left my hair wavy and wore a silver chain with a bow pendant set in rhinestones. I pulled into First Beach at 5 on the dot. I got out of my Mustang and sat on a log, white-washed and smooth from the sea. I wasn't there for two minutes before a pair of strong hands covered my eyes. "Guess who?"

"Jacob Black!" I grabbed his hands and spun around to find Jacob dressed in a polo and jeans. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah come on. We're goin in my car." He was still holding onto my hands. I let his right hand go, but only to grab my purse. We strolled over to his truck. It was set pretty high off the ground, so as soon as he slid into the driver's side, he offered his hand to me. But I refused it. I did grow up in Tennessee after all.

"So are you gonna tell me where we're going or not?"

"Nope. You're not gonna find out until we get there. So close your eyes."

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I think we drove for about 20 minutes before I felt the truck come to a stop. True to my word, I had kept my eyes closed the entire way there. The ride there was mostly silent. I wish I could say it wasn't awkward, but being practically blinded and driven to an unknown destination by a hormone-raging man that I barely knew doesn't really provide for comfort.

He said to me, "Okay, you can open your eyes now."

I slowly removed my hands from over my face and gasped.

It was an amusement park. One of those old-fashioned ones with a carousel and bright lights and pastel colors wherever you looked. Above the gates, a big sign, faded by time and laughter, read "Candyland". I was awestruck.

"This is so cool. I didn't know places like this existed anymore."

He face beamed, "Like it?"

"Love it."

We walked hand in hand up to the ticket booth. Despite my protests, he paid for both of our tickets. And we entered the park.

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Jacob's POV

I was so happy. I was nervous the whole car ride there, wondering if she would like the park. But one look at her awestruck face when she opened her eyes, and I knew that I had picked the right place. I grabbed her hand and led her to the ticket booth. She insisted on paying for her own ticket, but I refused. I heard that Southern girls like chivalry. We walked through the gates and suddenly, we were in Candyland.

We immediately hit the rides; the carousel and the rollercoaster. Turns out, she's a big rollercoaster fan, and she's even been to Cedar Point, the rollercoaster capital of the world. A couple hours later, we stopped by a vendor to get something to eat. Again, I insisted on paying. I came back a couple minutes later with four hot dogs and two Cokes in those old glass bottles.

"Um . . . Jacob?"

"Yes?"

"Why did you get four hot dogs?"

"Um . . . I kind of eat a lot."

I handed one hot dog to her and ate the other three by the time she finished hers. We threw our trash away and strolled over to the games. I won the strength game without even really trying and won her a giant giraffe, just like in the movies. By 10, we were headed out of the park.

We got to the car and she still distanced herself, sitting right next to the window. She shivered, "How could it possibly be this cold in the nighttime when it's so warm during the day?"

"Here. Scoot closer to me."

She eyed me warily as she moved closer. I snaked my right arm around her and pulled her towards me. I felt her tense up, then relax into my side. She sighed, "Mhmm . . ."

I smiled, "Yeah I have like this permanent fever all the time."

"It feels nice."

We rode the rest of the way to the beach in a comfortable silence. And soon, we had arrived. We quietly got out of the truck.

"This was great. It was a lot of fun."

I chuckled, "Well I'm glad you liked it."

"Well here, let me get your number." She tossed me her phone and held her hand out for mine. I gave it to her and she quickly began to press various buttons. "All finished."

I tossed back her phone "My number's in there. Text me sometime."

"I will."

And out of the blue, I gave her a kiss on the cheek. She trained her eyes on the ground, trying to hide the blush that was rising to her cheeks. But I still saw it and smirked at the sight. She walked to her car, throwing one last glance back at me. I smiled. She returned it, and then disappeared into the car. This was officially the best night of my life.

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Cecily's POV

He kissed me! Jacob, the hottest guy I'd ever met, kissed me! I could still feel where his lips had grazed my cheek. I got home and snuck up to my room. As soon as I entered through the door, I quickly shut it and leaned my back against it, running my fingers through my hair. I never thought I could feel this much all at one time. I only knew one thing. I had fallen for Jacob Black. Hard.

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Sunday was a day of relaxation. We basically lazed around, doing nothing, although Jacob and I texted each other the whole day. I couldn't wait 'til tomorrow. I missed seeing him.

So what do you think of their first date? I personally really liked it. Y'all know the drill. This time I ask for 3 reviews! Farewell for now.