"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around. You tell them things that you've never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. When something wonderful happens, you can't wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it's like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant. Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn't exist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day's work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence, there's no need for continuous conversation, but you find you're quite content in just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there's a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that's so real it scares you. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life."
― Bob Marley

Come on skinny love just last the year,
Pour a little salt we were never here,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer.

I tell my love to wreck it all,
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Right in the moment this order's tall.

And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And in the morning I'll be with you,
But it will be a different kind,
'Cause I'll be holding all the tickets,
And you'll be owning all the fines.

Come on skinny love, what happened here?
Suckle on the hope in light brassieres,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split.

And I told you to be patient,
And I told you to be fine,
And I told you to be balanced,
And I told you to be kind,
And now all your love is wasted,
Then who the hell was I?
'Cause now I'm breaking at the bridges,
And at the end of all your lines.

Who will love you?
Who will fight?
And who will fall far behind?

Come on skinny love,
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my...
My my my, my my my, my-my my-my.
~Skinny Love~
Bon Iver
Cover by Birdy

"Have a safe drive, yeah?"

Mum smiled, smoothing out my hair as I rolled my eyes. "Mum, I'll be fine staying with Uncle Charlie."

"I know, I know – it's just, you're only sixteen."

I corrected her. "Turning seventeen soon."

"Well, that doesn't count."

My eyebrows furrowed. "Of course it counts."

She shrugged. "It doesn't count to me."

I smiled, hugging her before going over to Dad – smiling as I embraced him and I sighed in his warmth. "Have a safe drive, okay?"

He smiled. "I'm the best driver, Anna."

I scoffed. "Okay, I will never believe that."

"Why!? I am a good driver!"

I snorted. "You crashed a golf buggy into a tree. A golf buggy!"

He rolled his eyes. "It had bad steering."

I laughed. "Blaming your tools, dad?"

"Shut up, you smart ass."

I smiled. "I'll miss you guys."

Mum cocked a brow quizzically. "I doubt that."

"What?" I asked, looking to both of them. "I will."

Mum laughed. "Anna, we're the reason you turned out the way you did – you won't miss us."

I shrugged. "Touché."

She flashed me a smile. "See, I'm always right."

"I'm not even going to start that argument, Mum."

Today my parents were leaving Forks.

If you didn't already assume that.

Their car was all packed, and they were actually going – it was strange to see them actually abide by what I wanted and not what they thought was best. So, when I had suggested rather friendly that they go home and just leave me alone in Forks, I had expected my Mum to freak out and tell me that I was barely old enough to cut my own vegetables let alone live alone in a town with a boy that I had just met.

Hehehe …. Cutting your own vegetables.

Anyone tell you, you could be a comedian?

Fuck off.

Sometimes, I wonder why you're so mean to me.

There's always a reason.

Sure, if I had heard myself mere months ago I probably would have told myself that I was being absolutely ridiculous and that I couldn't let myself be alone with a boy that had a, well, that had a penis. I mean, my Mum was right, I was barely old enough to cross the road how the hell could I let myself be alone with a boy who had weird genitalia, I mean, that's just too grown up for me – I wasn't that grown up!

You're finally seeing sense.

Yet instead of freaking out as I had expected, Mum just kind of accepted it – she just shrugged and continued to talk about how she had a sneaky suspicion that George Bush was sleeping with a camel which I really, really didn't know how she came to that weird and albeit really unnatural conclusion that kind of made me wonder if Mum had the same kind of insanity condition as I had.

So, when I once again brought up the subject that night, Mum had already said that she had called Mrs Jenkins, the woman who was house sitting, and told her that they would be home the next day. It was surprising, really, because I ad honestly thought that my mother would have a stroke before leaving me alone with a boy.

But she had accepted it.

And now they were leaving.

You're not upset about that, are you?

No, of course I'm not.

How could I be?

That's just stupid.

I smiled to Mum, and looked over to their car which was packed and I sighed, running a hand through my hair as they looked back to the car, waving goodbye to me before getting in their car. I kind of half expected Mum to get out of the car and reveal that Dad had crushed some sort of drug in her coffee this morning, but that didn't happen.

They just drove off.

As I stood there, watching their car disappear, I breathed out a long drawn breath as I looked back to Uncle Charlies house to see Jake sitting there, smiling sympathetically at me and I smiled – walking slowly over to him as I sat down on the porch steps next to him as he wrapped a warm arm around me.

"It's been a crazy couple of weeks, hey?" I asked.

He smiled, nodding. "Yeah. Kind of."

I smiled back at him, ruffling his hair. "You still haven't taken me out on a date yet, have you?"

He laughed. "I haven't, have I?"

I shook my head, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and he cocked a brow. "What was that for?"

I shrugged. "No reason – can't I kiss my boyfriend."

"You can do a lot more to your boyfriend that just kissing him," He murmured before kissing me again and I giggled against his lips.

"Oh, shut up!"

He pushed my hair back and I nudged him. "So, Romeo, where are you going to take me on our date?"

He laughed. "Romeo? I thought my nickname was Tarzan"

"It can go back to Tarzan if you want," I said with a smile.

He smirked. "I'm fine with whatever you want my nickname to be."

I cocked a brow, kissing him again. "Oh?"

He nodded. "Yep."

"What about pumpkin-"

The flirtatious smile wiped off of his face. "Okay, you can go back to calling me Tarzan."

I laughed. "Good, because I would have been sick if I had to call you that."

The sound of the porch door creaking open broke us away from our little love soulmatish bubble and we both turned around to see Uncle Charlie standing there – his arms crossed against his chest and he cocked a brow as he looked down at us, puffing his chest out so he could look as intimidating as he could be.

And without a gun, it wasn't really that much.

Eh, his moustache is kind of intimidating.

What, for people scared of facial hair?

People have a lot of phobias.

That's a weird person, sweetheart.

I chuckled, turning to see Uncle Charlie. "Hey Uncle Charles."

He grumbled out a response. "You two better not be swapping saliva."

I cocked a brow. "Uncle Charlie, it's called kissing. You and Sue Clearwater do it all the time."

A pinkish tint came over his cheeks and I smiled as he shook his head. "Are you staying for dinner."

I looked to Jacob, who shrugged. "Actually, I think we're going to see Billy."

"Oh, okay."

The rest of the afternoon passed the same, and as the sun began to descend amongst the mountains, Jake said that his Dad would be expecting us and I nodded, going in to grab my jacket before getting into Jakes car and I sniffled as I rubbed my nose, curing whoever gave me the cold that had latched onto me.

As the car passed the trees that always seemed to fascinate me, I looked over to Jake and smiled. "Are you glad all the dramas over?"

He nodded. "So, so glad."

I nodded. "Me too. It's exhausting after a while."

"You have no idea,"

I laughed. "I guess that's what you get after hanging around with vampires."

He scoffed. "I never asked to hang around with vamps."

"Oh, abbreviation I see."

He rolled his eyes, and I cocked my head to the side. "What are you doing about school, Jake?"

He shrugged. "I don't really see anything happening with school."

"But you want to graduate, right?" I asked as I sat up further in my chair.

He sighed, glancing over to me. "Anna, I don't really have time with through being a werewolf and all."

I laughed. "Jake, I can help you with that – I'm sure Billy would love to see you graduate."

"Yeah, but it's just, well, it's just hard."

I smiled, putting my hand on Jakes arm. "I know it is, Jake, but I ca help – I've got all my old notes still and I want, I want you to graduate."

He looked to me, before pulling the car over and he looked at me, his whole face soft and almost vulnerable if I could even call it that. "Anna, be honest with me here."

I nodded. "Of course – when am I not?"

He gave me a look and I laughed, before letting him continue. "Anna, am I not – am I good enough for you?"

I felt my heart almost stop in my chest as he posed this question, his whole face softening as I realised that he had just voiced his inner thoughts. I didn't know how to respond, and if I did respond, I suddenly felt self-conscious about how he would react – if he would become even more insecure by my response or if it would just further hurt his feelings.

How could he think that he was not good enough for me? It puzzled me to think that he thought I was all high and mighty, as if I even deserved someone that was lower than Jake. I didn't deserve Jake, if anything, I mean he was the epitome of what every girl wanted and he was asking me if I thought he was good enough?

I wondered if I should hug him, or kiss him – I wondered if I should just collapse in his arms and then just kiss every part of him. Yet despite my need to kiss him, I felt as if I needed to slap him or shake him for even thinking that he was not good enough for me. How could he be anything but too good for me?

I mean, I was bordering on fucking insanity!

I'm not going to argue with you there.

Do you always have to but in?

It appears I do – I need to add my five cents.

You need that five cents pushed up your ass.

Violence is never the answer.

That's slightly hypocritical coming from you, isn't it?

I'm a reformed girl.

Boy.

I actually don't know what gender I am.

Well, wouldn't you be a girl?

You would think.

But I have a feeling your obsession with penises is due to the fact that you do have a little penis inside your mind.

This conversation is a bit weird.

When is it not weird?

I don't know.

Maybe when I'm dying.

Hopefully then you won't be as fucking rude as you usually are.

I shook my head, looking to my hands. "Jake, I was fat for the first fifteen years of my life – I have the stretch marks to prove it."

He opened his mouth to say something but I cut him off. "I know I do, you don't have to say that you don't notice them or what not. Their ugly and I know they are: it would be like saying that penai are not ugly and we all know that's just a lie. I also have some sort of mental instability, and I often wonder whether or not I'm insane or not."

"I'm pretty much fucked up, Jake, and I have many flaws – one of those flaws being that I talk to myself and have a fear of pineapples which I don't really know where that stemmed from. But you are so amazing, and I love you so you could never be not good enough for me; I deserve so much less than what you are, so don't ever think that I want someone with a degree or someone that's amazingly smart because I'm completely blessed with you."

I smiled. "You have to realise how amazing you are, Jake. How kind and funny and sweet and how good you smell even after you've gone for a run which just pisses me off because Jake, it's unnatural."

"I'm sorry if I insinuated that you should graduate because I want you to," I murmured, laying a small, soft kiss on his lips. "You don't need to do anything, I just wanted you to graduate for Billy – not because I need you to."

He smiled, kissing me again. "Love you."

I smiled. "Ditto. Now, LETS GO TO SIR BILLIANS HOUSE! READY THE HORSES!"

He laughed. "I think you've been reading too much about the Tudors."

"Shut up."

Heres another chapter for you all,

I KNOW ITS BEEN A WHILE - I KNOW HOW LONG ITS BEEN I'M SO, SO SORRY! I'm nearlly finished with school, but I've got only five more weeks left and then year 12! That's just gross, isnt it?

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