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Again, Stephanie Meyer's work is legend so I obviously don't own it, but I do own the plot and some new characters in this story.

*****************************Nessie************************************

Today was Christmas Eve; I wish it were already New Years…Jake had invited Tom and Oliver over, and, as much as I wanted to see my friends—one more than the other—I had a feeling it was going to be an uncomfortable evening.

Oliver and I had agreed; no messing around—which pretty much just meant kissing—especially around Jake, which was something I wanted to talk to him about. Jake was my best friend, if anyone deserved to know about my first kiss, it should be him, and besides, I didn't see why Oliver and I had to sneak around just because of one person, it didn't make any sense. I was hoping to get Oliver alone sometime tonight and ask him, hopefully I had the chance; it was nearly impossible to get privacy around my family.

I waited impatiently as Alice continued to rummage through my closet. She was positive I had absolutely nothing to wear, meaning the five hundred or so outfits may as well have been invisible.

I could hear Jake's heartbeat downstairs; it's weird, I'd always been attuned to it, I suppose, but these past few days I swear it's gotten louder.

Jake was in charge of keeping the wolves out until the celebration started—which wasn't for another two hours or so—and with Esme and my mom cooking, it was no easy feat. Of the pack, Seth, Leah, Quil, Embry, and of course Tom and Oliver, would all be here. I was pleasantly surprised when my other grandpa, Charlie, decided to come after all as well. I hadn't seen him in quite a while, I think something about my being over double the age I was two years ago kind of freaked him out. Carlisle had asked Billy to come over, but he'd politely declined; I think he still felt uncomfortable being around a coven of vampires. I felt bad for him, especially considering his current health condition, it would've done him good to spend some time with people…well, sort of people anyway.

Aside from all of the guests, my family—which of course included Jake—would also be here. One big, happy, get-together, how exciting…

I still couldn't get the troubled thoughts out of my head, regarding both Jake and Oliver. Oliver wasn't too difficult, I just simply needed to find out why it was he insisted on Jake's ignorance towards us…Jake on the other hand…I still couldn't place it, we were like we'd always been, but not only did Jake seem happier, more at ease with me; I was noticing the slightest things about him…like, for instance, yesterday I noticed our heartbeats were in perfect sync, and the night before that, Jake had said something about his shoulders being sore from his last hunt, and I'd found myself momentarily fascinated with his ridiculously broad-shouldered physique…

It was weird.

Suddenly Alice poked her head out, an evil gleam on her small face. She came forward and held out the article of clothing in her hand, along with a pair of shoes I'd never seen before.

I stared at them, then at Alice. Did she really expect me to prance around in that?

"You better believe it," she said, "my niece is going to be the most beautiful half-human half-vampire tonight."

I groaned of course.

*************************Jake*************************************

Nessie was starting to feel it, I just knew it! I'd caught her staring at me with a sort of fascinated look in her eyes, confused for the most part, but hey, I'll take it as a start.

I was considering giving a direct order to the pack; I'd already caught Seth and Quil raiding the fridge for appetizers twice, not that I blamed them; the food smelled incredibly delicious, and if there was one thing we wolves loved besides our imprint, it was food.

We were playing a game of football to waste time; I had told them the party wasn't for another couple of hours, but I guess—again, remember we can't resist our second love—the food just called out to them. We had about an hour left; it was me, Leah, and Tom, against Seth, Quil, Embry, and Oliver. So far, with my strength and Leah's speed, we were winning, though it could've also been due to the other's team sudden lack of players—ahem, Seth and Quil, aka fridge raiders.

"You guys can come in now if you'd like," Esme suddenly called out. And just like that, game over. We fought each other to get to the appetizers; unfortunately I was near the end. Esme laughed, "Don't worry, there's plenty for everyone." I grinned at her in thanks. Light tapping against the hardwood floor suddenly caught my attention; it was a slightly uneven sound, as if the person making the sound was a bit hesitant about something. I immediately thought of high heels, my sister Rachel'd worn them enough around the house when she was preparing to go to college—she'd been convinced college girls all wore heels…walking all day across a huge campus? Of course she'd been wrong—but the only person that wore heels on a regular basis here was Barbie, and as much as I hated to admit it, she had 'the walk' down to perfection. I instinctively looked towards Nessie's room; it was slightly ajar, Alice seemed to be beckoning someone forward, Nessie no doubt. I looked at Alice's feet…no, she had on flats.

And then she came out...and the world around me vanished.

Nessie looked nervous as she sidled out the door in high, black, open-toed high heels, but that was the last thing I'd noticed with the way she looked right now.

Alice had dressed her in a semi formal not-too-short, not-too-long, burgundy one strap gown that hugged her slim but curvy figure pleasingly, her hair hung in curls in an elegant pony tail along the right side of her face, and her chocolate brown eyes complemented well against the light makeup that adorned her already beautiful features. I could see the way she faltered ever so slightly with each step she took, having never worn high heels in her life, and the way she constantly brushed away a stray curl from her brow. On her way down the stairs she looked at no one, simply focused on hiding her inherited clumsiness, however slight, and a trickle of sweat was already forming along the side of her left cheek, revealing to the world how nervous she was.

She was the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on.

I stared in my sudden stupor, ignoring the 'Jake, watch your thoughts' look that came from Alice. Nessie was breathtaking, a young woman on her way to absolute perfection, if that was even possible considering the goddess that already stood before me. I could only gape in wonder, feeling my own face flush as she finally made it to ground level and looked at me.

"What do you think?" she asked, mock disgust on her porcelain face, but of course I just stared with my mouth open, my eyes raking her up and down while somewhere in the depths of my brain a little voice shrieked for me to get it together before something bad happened.

Nessie suddenly blushed, catching sight of my probing eyes. "Jake," she said softly, this time with a shy smile, "you're staring."

Another figure came into view, positioning herself alongside my angel, and I recognized the protruding bosom that most men would probably die for in a second; it was enough for me to snap out of it.

"So," said Barbie, "what do you think of our twelve year old Nessie, dog?" she asked me, with a hint of triumph.

I smiled sweetly at her. "I think she looks absolutely beautiful, even more so than yourself, your highness," I said. Rosalie's eyes flashed; Nessie giggled. Luckily for me Emmet came over just in time and steered her away to a 'disgusting mongrel free zone.'…which left me alone with Nessie.

She looked at me with the most curious smile. "You really think I'm more beautiful than Rose?" she asked. I held out my arm for her to take.

"By more than you could ever imagine, Ness," I said. She smiled at me affectionately, and allowed me to escort her to the dining room.

I don't even know how my feet managed to stay on the ground; Nessie may not know exactly what was happening to her, but I did…she was finally falling into the fairy tale I'd been creating for us since the day she was born.

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So, how's that for part one of Christmas Eve? I hope you liked it, this is just the beginning of quite an interesting evening, but of course I need you all to review, review, review! Please? It won't take more than a couple of minutes…well, let me know what you think, and I'll be more than happy to update sooner, thanks!