Chapter 2.

CHAPTER 2:

Jacob POV:

I tossed and turned for hours, restless from thinking of the way Bella danced so perfectly and wondered what she thought about me. I listened to the steady beat of my heart as my eyelids fluttered shut and let the soft tune of that beautiful song surround me. I picutured her dancing again. Her legs swirling around her and guiding her body in perfect circles with hands feathered out to balance her. Next thing I knew, I was drifted off into my subconscious.

I was suddenly awoken by tapping on my window. If my drunk ass dad locked himself out of the house again, I was going to be pissed. I shoved the window open and shouted, "The key is under the mat, you alcoholic!"

Then I looked down and noticed it wasn't my dad at all. It was Bella. My heart was racing.

"Bella, what are you doing?" I questioned.

"I couldn't sleep," she replied. "Did I wake you?"

She was wearing a pair of pink shorts she had rolled up to show even more of her perfect dancer legs. Her white tank top showed her collarbones in the sexiest way.

"I'll be right down." I whispered. I walked into the hallway trying to make the least amount of noise as possible. I knew my dad was probably passed out from all the drinking with Charlie but I didn't want to get caught. The floor creaked and I turned to the living room where I could notice my dad passed out with the tv reflecting his aging face. I turned it off and covered him up with a blanket he had bunched up at his feet.

I walked out the front door where Bella waited for me, hands hugging her shoulders trying to keep herself warm.

"Do you know how long it took me to find rocks small enough not to break your window?" She said sarcastically.

I laughed, "Cold are we?"

"Freezing." She replied, folding her lips into a cheshire smile.

"I have a space heater in here when I fix my bike in the winter." The moonlight was reflecting her face so beautifully, until she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter from her pocket.

"Want one?" She asked.

"No," I shrugged, "I don't smoke."

She lit a cigarette and sat on the pile of tires I had stacked up. Bella smokes; I found this a little shocking for a ballet-dancing vegetarian. "Don't look at me like that, Jacob Black." She said while exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"Sorry, I guess I just didn't take you for the smoking type, Bella Swan." I half-smiled.

"Yeah, well I didn't take you for the biker type." Her brow arched as she ashed her cancer stick onto the ground.

"I can fix anything with wheels, but motorcycles are my specialty." I smiled, "It's just my escape from the 'real world'."

"You rebel," she smiled, "So, is your dad in an alcohol-induced sleep, too?"

I watched her lips move with little puffs of smoke escaping them. Smoking looked so stress relieving. As disgusting as I thought the habit was, she still seemed to make it look sexy. Almost like those old Hollywood stars in the 1920's.

"Yeah he is," I snickered, "My liver twitched just seeing him passed out with his mouth open."

"So tell me some more about yourself, Jacob Black." She asked.

"Well, I am pretty much this amazingly hot, single guy. I like to ride my bike..." I trailed off, looking at her smuggishly, "...and I like cute girls riding with me on the back of them."

She laughed. At least she didn't reject my flirting. She finished her cigarette and smashed it into the concrete floor of the garage. She flipped her hair to one side revealing her bare neck. Damn...

"What about you?"

She looked into the distance and squinted her eyes, "Well, I am pretty much this incredibly sexy, single girl. I smoke cigarettes, as you can probably tell. And anybody who can fix a machine without using a manual is a complete turn-on to me."

My face grew hot and she probably saw that. I could feel myself blushing like some stupid, little kid.

"Sit next to me, there's plenty of room." She tapped the small area on the tire at her side. I sat close enough that our bodies touched. By accident, of course. We both looked into each other's eyes and silently stared for a few seconds. I wanted to kiss her, she smelled of summer.

Our faces were so close; I don't know what came over me. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were so smooth and tasted like cigarettes and cherry lip balm; an amazingly sexy combination. She grabbed the back of my hair and ran her fingers through it. She didn't pull away, rather pushed me into her more. I grabbed her hip and pulled her body closer to mine, causing her to swing her leg around my hip. I could feel our hearts racing together. Our lips pressed together, transporting us to another world. Ragged breathing and dancing tongues brought fiery heat to the cool fall air. With just the two of us there, the rest of the world disappeared.

As our lips pulled apart, a gentle breeze fluttered over the flame extinguishing the desperate heat of our lust. Our breathing came out in short, desperate gasps. The intensity washed away as the rest of the world abrputly came back into focus.



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Edward POV:

Okay, I may have lied. I do know who Isabella Swan is. I also know what a wreckless trouble maker she is, and as such, do not condone her congregating downstairs with my family. But since nobody in this house really seems to listen to me, I'll sit up here and continue to act like I don't care to know anything about her. As if that would even be difficult.

My free hand lazily grazed across the white keys while the other firmly held my head up at my temple, elbow propped up against the slick-black lid. The mindless stroking gradually turned into a simple rendition of 'Sundial Dreams', composed by Kevin Kern. One of my favorites. It's captivating how somebody who is legally blind can still capture the very beauty and essence of the world around them. It constantly makes me evaluate the honest meaning of love and life, though those treasures aren't really relevant to me.

As the song serenaded the room and drifted into the hallways, I found myself sliding along the keys with both hands now; pressing them a little harder than necessary. Maybe I was trying to drown out everybody's thoughts downstairs. Then again, maybe I was just really into the piece. If it were a little of both, who was there to judge me? Perhaps the uncertainty of my own awareness? I digress.

By that time, I had begun to play the song again.

"Edward?"

I heard a soft voice coo along with the harmony of my outlet. Esme could soften the heart of even the most sadistic killer.

"I'd rather stay up here, if that's alright." I reassured.

She walked over and stood behind me, delicately resting her hands on either of my shoulders.

"I know you are very weary of meeting new people, especially a human coming into our home for the first time. But this is important to Alice and it would mean a lot if you made an effort to at least meet the girl," she continued, "Bella is really anxious to meet you, you know."

"How anxious can she be? I've only seen her in passing."

"You're not curious at all, either?" she teased.

"Hardly..."

She slid her hands from my shoulders, "Well alright, but what would she think if I came downstairs alone after I promised I'd come up and try to bring you down? It'd probably make her feel bad, Edward."

I ceased the music and slumped a little, stroking back my hair as a sign of defeat. Trickery and guilt rolled into one.

"Alright," I sighed and stood up, "Let's go meet the human."

I followed her down the hall, purposely trailing behind. I had only approached the top of the staircase while Esme already joined the family at the bottom.

As I descended the flight of stairs with my hand gliding along the railing, she turned around to officially show her face. She was quite pale and the only thing that could keep you from believing she were a walking zombie were the slight, rose-colored blemishes framing her cheekbones. Despite how ordinary as she was compared to my sisters, she was still relatively attractive. Rosalie definitely didn't feel intimidated though, that's for sure.

"The vampire is finally out of his coffin." Bella sneered, looking at me with her hand on her hip. Playfully, but still very made it awkward.

Carlisle stared me down a bit, hoping I'd introduce myself.

Not happening.

"Bella, this is my son, Edward." he continued, "Edward, this is Bella. She's a friend of Alice. I'm sure you two have probably seen each other at school."

Before I could get the chance to extend a handshake, Bella walked over the the refrigerator and swung it open, "Got anything to drink in here, Carlisle? You know, besides blood."

What does Alice see in this girl?

"There's soda at the bottom, dear." Esme chimed in, "We need to look the part, so you'll find everything you need in there. Help yourself."

She grabbed a can of soda and shut the door.

"Bella, I hear you just moved down from Phoenix."

Carlisle was trying to lighten the tension swelling in the room that came mostly from me. I walked over to the counter and sat on the stool, pretending to listen.

"Yeah," she shrugged, sitting across from me, "My mom died recently, so I had nowhere else to go. To tell you the truth, this isn't the first place I'd move to, had I'd been given a choice."

"The cold weather isn't helping either, is it?" Carlisle smiled.

"It isn't really that," she trailed off.

"The rain?"

"My dad and I just don't get along."

He knew it wasn't the right time to pry and nobody else thought to ask. Instead, they made most of the night telling old stories of their first days of vampire life and why they transcended to feasting only on animals. Of course, these were all blunt answers coming from a human abruptly asking for them. We could only suspect as much, but Bella was a little more crude about the way she requested information. It was nearly as if it fascinated her in some sadistic way.

I stirred away from time to time, staying as far out of the conversation as I could. Speak only when spoken to, I suppose. The night carried along this way until Bella couldn't keep up with the restless vampires any longer. She tried hard to stay awake for as long as she could, but eventually fell asleep at the edge of the couch.

While the couples went off to watch the Northern Lights, I stayed behind to clean up and watch after the human. Our home has become a safe house for travelling vampires and we didn't want to come home to a mangled body and an attached note saying, 'Thanks for the snack!'

So being the gentleman that I am, I covered her in a light blanket, then retired to my room to play a little more until daybreak. I wondered if Charlie knew she was staying over, much less that she was here at all. Or even the fact that she drinks. Or smokes. Or ditches school.

Just as the sun began to peak over the horizon and light cascaded along the hillside, spilling into the cracks of the blinds in my window, I played something a little softer to compliment the changing colors of the sky. 'Twilight' composed by Roy Todd. One of my favorites.

Serenic moments like these are ones I hope to never forget. Welcoming a new day with something both pure and tranquil; almost forgetting I'm no longer alive. I know that my time has exceeded and can no longer allow me to repent my sins. But if God is as forgiving as centuries of man has made him to be, maybe he can see how sympathetic I am for becoming this way. And I would do anything to take it all back...

People are blessed with life, even more so with death. It's tormenting that I have to stay behind and watch everybody I know perish and birth into eternity. This is my eternity; an endless stream of fading memories and dying dreams. An endless stream of fading memories and dying dreams.

"You've been playing all night."

Spoiler alert.

"You do realize it is rude to parade around someone's home without them knowing."

I could've been a little more polite.

"I'm sorry. It woke me up a while ago and I've been listening to it, thinking it was on a CD or something."

I kept playing, turning around and noticed her clinging at the door in the very same way I found Esme, wrapped around the blanket I laid over her. I turned back to the piano and continued to play the same song. Over and over.

"You can come in," I sighed, "Might as well..."

She was awfully bold for sitting right next to me. I thought she'd only stand beside and watch, then leave as quickly as she came in.

"How long have you been playing?"

"A long while."

"Just how long?" she asked delicately, not prying, at all.

"Over seventy years."

I thought that would severely frighten her, but she instead inched against my side and rested her head at the edge of my shoulder; blanket wrapped tightly around her frail body. Before I could make conversation, she was fast asleep.

As the song came to an end, her sleepy body shifted and she lifted her head in response, "Play it again. Please."

I smiled. And I did.

Chapter 1.

(DISCLAIMER: This story is made up. Any resemblance to any real characters or situations is simply because we probably stalked them. This is the only disclaimer we're putting up, Stephanie Meyer, so read it twice if you need to. We do not own your characters, nor would we want to. We'd probably give them better names and wouldn't make vampires sparkle. That's just girly.)

If you didn't see the 'M' for 'Mature' rating on the story, I think I should warn you. There is detailed SEX in this story. Lots of it, too. It will probably knock you into a coma for a few days because of how intense it's going to be. Not in the first chapter, of course. That'd just be classless and we are very classy people. We may or may not be joking.

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Edward POV

And now…a little piece from famous composer and award-winning, Grammy nominee, Edward Cullen. I briefly paused. How cheesy. Rolling my eyes at the sudden, stupid thought, I began to play. The keys felt so natural against the cool touch of my fingertips as I jubilantly played Untitled Lullaby #3. I really don’t know why I didn’t give this piece a more assuring name other than something as plain as ‘Untitled’. Maybe it’s because I don’t have anybody to really ‘lull’, but I did purposely and particularly feel the need to label it as a lullaby. The notes were high and sweet. Definitely calming. Soothing. It could’ve lulled me, anyway.

Ever since I’ve been this way, I’ve loved to play. Never really picked it up until I lost the need to sleep, but definitely had to survive on something during the long nights that kept me bored and impatient for daylight. Sure, it’d be easy to run around and get a full experience of ‘nightlife’ by going to clubs, bars, and other things humans find necessary to do, but looking seventeen without actually being seventeen… and having no way to prove otherwise without it being extremely frightening would be nearly impossible.

I shook off that unnecessary thought process and looked to realize my hands were sitting on my lap. Hmm...I’ve stopped playing. I know it’s instinct to be able to multi-task, but I don’t think I’ve grasped that ability as well as the rest of my kind.

Alice is home. A human coming here?

Who’s Bella?

I looked out the window and watched my silver Volvo pull into our long driveway. No, she wasn’t with her, but Alice plans on asking us about some human girl coming over. I’m sure Rosalie will love that one. I huffed a little and half-rolled my eyes a bit before sliding off my leather bench and made my way down the stairs in a light gallop. By the time I reached the staircase, Alice pranced inside cheerfully and closed the door behind her. I leaned against the wall with my arms folded, waiting sadistically to break the news to her.

“You do realize how bad of an idea this is, right?” I spat. She spun around, still smiling, but remained by the door.

“What do you mean?” She said this in her usual chipper tone, almost with a light chuckle. “Don’t worry Edward, Carlisle and Esme are already excited to finally meet her. So is Emmett. And Rosalie will take to her eventually.”

I raised a brow, “…And Jasper?”

“He’ll do great! I have complete faith she’ll be in and out of this house un--harmed.” she stated with a firm nod. “House meeting!” She frolicked to the kitchen and I followed behind sluggishly as the rest of the family gathered around her within seconds. I stood in the back, trying to obviously clarify that I didn’t support, much less care, for this idea.

Carlisle stood beside Esme with one hand resting on her back, “What’s going on, Alice?”

“Everybody, I have an announcement!” she chirped, “My friend Bella will be visiting us tomorrow evening and I expect you all to be on your best behavior!”

Rosalie stood in front of me and I skimmed down to notice her fists clenching by her side. “That is the dumbest idea you’ve ever had. Do you realize the risk you’re putting us through? It's bad enough you've befriended this human, but do you really think you can bring it home with you and put Jasper through that kind of torture?”

“Standing right here, Rose...” Jasper sarcastically snickered.

“Jasper’s been very good at school. I really don’t think we have anything to worry about. He hasn’t had a mishap in over five years.” she gleefully preached while rubbing Jasper’s arm reassuringly.

Esme stepped away from Carlisle and stepped on Jasper’s opposite side and rested her hand on his shoulder, “Well I think it’s a wonderful idea! We’ve never had a human in this house before and it would be great practice for Jasper.” She concluded with a warm smile on her face.

Jasper rolled his eyes and huffed, “Again…standing right here.”

“So it’s settled!” Alice clapped, “I’ll bring her over here tomorrow evening! Maybe a sleepover, who knows?”

Great. Can’t wait to pry the poor guy away from her neck tomorrow. I turned away from the crowd and went back upstairs to play. I was never skeptical of Alice‘s decisions, apart from her visions, but I wasn’t sure about this girl. She knew our secret, which is why Rosalie was already very resentful towards this Bella. And somewhere along the lines, everybody was a little weary of a human knowing such a sacred thing as to knowing we’re vampires. Doesn’t matter to me, I’ll be sure to stay out of the way as much as I could tomorrow.

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Jacob POV


We pulled into the Specialty Meat Market as our truck came to a screeching halt. I hated this damn orange piece of junk. If my father wasn’t so attached to it I would 'accidentally' send it to its final resting place. I could hardly wait for my motorcycle to get fixed and it was embarrassingly annoying moments like this that made me work quicker to fix the damn thing.

My father was making his special fish fry tonight. We were going to Charlie Swans' to meet his daughter. I didn’t even know he had a daughter or let alone know he was ever married. I wasn’t really looking forward to tonight, but I wasn’t dreading it either. The only details I had heard about her moving here was because her mother passed away. It’s not really my personality to pry and truthfully I didn’t really care.

My father and Charlie had been friends for a long time and normally we would be watching the game tonight. I really hope that things weren’t going to be awkward with her moving in. Charlie never had women over and I don’t think he has had a date since I have been alive at least. I could hardly imagine a seventeen-year-old girl living in his house, especially since she was moving from Phoenix. Talk about a life style change. Forks was the most gloomy city in all of the United States I was sure of it.

I could see Sheriff Swan’s car pulling into the parking lot. He must be getting something for tonight, too. He wasn’t much of a cook, so I was a little surprised to see him here. He jumped out of the car with a big smile on his face and gave me a wave and a holler. I waved back and watched him practically skip into the market. He was in a surprisingly decent mood. I’m sure his daughter had something to do with it.

I turned my attention to the person sitting in the passenger seat. There sat a decently good-looking girl with long, brown hair. I could see her pull down the visor and flip open the mirror. She pressed her lips together and rubbed in her lip-gloss. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she scrunched her nose at her reflection and flipped the visor closed. I could tell she was reserved by the way she was fidgeting with her zipper on her jacket. She was different looking then I had expected, in a good way though.

I pushed my head back against the seat to get a better look at her. Her eyes shifted towards me and it was so obvious at my attempt to get a better look at her. I turned my head quickly, hoping and praying one of our fathers would come out of the store to save me from my embarrassment. I kept my head straight and looked at her from the corner of my eye. I could see she was still looking at me, probably trying to figure out who this freak in the orange truck was staring at her.

She started playing with the radio and I turned my head to look at her again and I could see she was doing the same. I shifted my head to look at her and our eyes met perfectly. That's when I panicked. I ducked beneath the window hugging my knees to my chest. Why did I do that? It was so obvious. I heard the truck door open and shot up to steal one last glance in her direction. Her head was down shyly looking at her knees with a crooked smile as she bit her bottom lip. She was so cute and this was sure to make tonight very interesting.

I decided I would head over to Sheriff Swans earlier than my dad. It gave me an excuse to test out my motorcycle. I thought it would be better to introduce myself to her before my dad had the chance to humiliate me. I at least deserve a good second impression, considering she probably thought I was a total freak after my stalker mentality at the market. I guess in all fairness she was trying to sneak a peak at me also. I wonder if she knew that the kid that was checking her out would be coming over for dinner tonight. That might create an awkward situation and I had decided I would just play it all off as a joke if she thought to bring it up.

I pulled around the back of the house and started walking to the back porch. That's what I usually did whenever I took the bike. I could hear classical music playing and that was something I never heard come from Charlie’s house. If it wasn't for the familiar surroundings, I was almost certain that I was at the wrong house. I looked through the floor length windows into the room where I saw that very beautiful girl gracefully dancing to the jubilant tune. I paused and decided not to go any further. I know it seemed creepy of me but I wanted to watch her. The way she moved her body was mesmerizing to me.

She was looking at her reflection through the closet mirrors. She was very concentrated on herself. I was positive of this because if she was looking at anything else beside her reflection, she would have noticed a very creepy looking kid standing in her backyard practically in a hypnotic trance. She was wearing tight black pants that hugged the curve of her hips and legs and a tight white tank top that revealed a small tattoo on the back of her right shoulder. She was arching her back in a very seductively sexy way. Her face was so determined as her arms moved gracefully above her head and down to her sides. She was so flexible as she spun around in a circle with her leg out in front of her.

I was definitely interested in this girl’s story and craving to know more about her. She abruptly stopped dancing and turned towards the doorway leading to the kitchen. I saw Charlie standing in the door way and she began walking towards him. I didn’t want to be completely obvious so I ran around to the front door and rang the doorbell. Why am I so nervous? I don’t even know this girl. She could be a total basket case in an annoyingly clingy way. My heart was racing and I wasn’t sure if it was because of how I quickly ran around the house or if I was nervous about meeting this ballet dancer who I knew nothing about. This is absolutely ridiculous. Charlie answered.

"Jacob, come on in.” He sounded in a very chipper mood. He walked over to the stereo and shut off the classical music.

“My dad should be here soon, you know how he is with his fish fry.” I said sarcastically. I could hear footsteps coming down the stairs and into the hallway.

“Jacob, this is my daughter Bella. Bella, this is Jacob, the kid I was telling you about.” He was telling her things about me? What was he saying? I don’t think it could be anything bad. Hopefully nothing embarrassing.

“Nice to meet you” she held out her hand to shake mine. Her voice was sweet and innocent and I reached out to shake her hand.

“Nice to meet you.” my voice cracked. She was wearing jeans and a plain black v-neck t-shirt. She was smiling as she looked towards the ground. I think she just realized who exactly I was and I could tell she was holding back a laugh.

My dad came a couple of minuets after that and we all sat down to eat dinner. She was sitting across from me and it was getting harder not to stare. I had so many questions that I knew weren’t going to get answered anytime soon. My father offered her some of his catfish that he made and she refused. She said she is a vegetarian and I found that amusingly cute. I didn’t even think of fish as a meat.” I hope you all saved room for desert, Bella made blackberry cobbler.” Charlie smiled. She exited into the kitchen and came back with the sweetest smelling cobbler. Her hands were so delicate as she cut the cobbler in fours. It tasted even better than it smelled and I could hear the men groaning at the deliciousness. I had to break the silence between her and I. After all with our dads being such good friends we were bound to see a lot more of each other. I lived on the reservation so we obviously weren’t going to be attending the same school . The rest of dinner went smoothly. We talked about everything from the weather to the town gossip. It was hard to concentrate on the conversation with Bella sitting across from me. Something about her presensce, it mesmerized me how this beautiful girl had any relation to Charlie Swan.


I stood next to the staircase and watched enchantingly at the way she basically danced to the hum of her own voice around the table, picking up dishes and putting the food remnants in sealed containers. I guess I could've been a little bit less obvious, but I couldn't help it. Everything about her was magnifying. Well, maybe I could be a little less apparent and help her out.

Let me give you a hand." I offered, picking dishes up from the table and taking them over to the soap-filled sink, slipping them in gently. After everything was wiped and cleared, we gave the place one look around and met each other's gaze, giving the other a nod and approving smile. She broke the gaze and walked over to the window, but I kept looking. A little too long, in fact. She didn't seem to notice at all. Her hands were folded lazily across her chest and her eyes seemed to peer intently at something outside, but without really looking at anything. She's probably lost in thought.

"YEAH!" both men chanted behind me. Damn near gave me a heart attack. Bella spun around and placed one hand on her chest, seemingly catching her breath and steadying her heart beat.

She rolled her eyes and looked to me, "Wanna go outside?" Of course I did. Too much testosterone in this room to make her comfortable. Hell, it was too much for me to feel comfortable.

The outside air was crisp and cool, and the smell of burning leaves was thick. We both sat down on the wooden swing on the porch and started swinging in unison.

“So how are you liking Forks?” I asked. Her brown hair covered her eyes as she looked at me sideways. “It’s umm…definitely not Phoenix.”

I stuffed my hands in the front pockets of my brown leather jacket. “Charlie seems happy to have you here, I haven’t seen him this giddy since the Redskins won the Super bowl.” We both laughed.

We could hear our dads inside the house jumping up in down. “Are they always like this?” she asked, slightly embarrassed at her dads' unusual upbeat mood. The sun was setting into the prettiest shades of orange and yellow. The colors mad Bella’s skin glow.

“This is a calm night for them” I snickered.

I can’t believe this girl existed all this time and I had no idea. How could something so beautiful be related to Charlie? Her face became serious as she looked out into the woods. “Is that a wolf?” she whispered pointing into the forest at the side of the house.

“Wow it is, I can’t believe how close to the house it is.” It was just staring at us like it was listening to our conversation. It was just outside of the forest, fairly close to the house, but not close enough to cause any scare.


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CHAPTER 2:

Jacob POV:

I tossed and turned for hours, restless from thinking of the way Bella danced so perfectly and wondered what she thought about me. I listened to the steady beat of my heart as my eyelids fluttered shut and let the soft tune of that beautiful song surround me. I picutured her dancing again. Her legs swirling around her and guiding her body in perfect circles with hands feathered out to balance her. Next thing I knew, I was drifted off into my subconscious.

I was suddenly awoken by tapping on my window. If my drunk ass dad locked himself out of the house again, I was going to be pissed. I shoved the window open and shouted, “The key is under the mat, you alcoholic!”

Then I looked down and noticed it wasn’t my dad at all. It was Bella. My heart was racing.

“Bella, what are you doing?” I questioned.

“I couldn’t sleep," she replied. “Did I wake you?”

She was wearing a pair of pink shorts she had rolled up to show even more of her perfect dancer legs. Her white tank top showed her collarbones in the sexiest way.

“I’ll be right down." I whispered. I walked into the hallway trying to make the least amount of noise as possible. I knew my dad was probably passed out from all the drinking with Charlie but I didn’t want to get caught. The floor creaked and I turned to the living room where I could notice my dad passed out with the tv reflecting his aging face. I turned it off and covered him up with a blanket he had bunched up at his feet.

I walked out the front door where Bella waited for me, hands hugging her shoulders trying to keep herself warm.

"Do you know how long it took me to find rocks small enough not to break your window?” She said sarcastically.

I laughed, "Cold are we?"

"Freezing.” She replied, folding her lips into a cheshire smile.

“I have a space heater in here when I fix my bike in the winter.” The moonlight was reflecting her face so beautifully, until she pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter from her pocket.

“Want one?” She asked.

"No," I shrugged, "I don't smoke."

She lit a cigarette and sat on the pile of tires I had stacked up. Bella smokes; I found this a little shocking for a ballet-dancing vegetarian. "Don’t look at me like that, Jacob Black.” She said while exhaling a cloud of smoke.

“Sorry, I guess I just didn’t take you for the smoking type, Bella Swan.” I half-smiled.

"Yeah, well I didn’t take you for the biker type." Her brow arched as she ashed her cancer stick onto the ground.

"I can fix anything with wheels, but motorcycles are my specialty." I smiled, "It's just my escape from the 'real world'."

"You rebel," she smiled, "So, is your dad in an alcohol-induced sleep, too?”

I watched her lips move with little puffs of smoke escaping them. Smoking looked so stress relieving. As disgusting as I thought the habit was, she still seemed to make it look sexy. Almost like those old Hollywood stars in the 1920's.

"Yeah he is," I snickered, "My liver twitched just seeing him passed out with his mouth open."

"So tell me some more about yourself, Jacob Black.” She asked.

"Well, I am pretty much this amazingly hot, single guy. I like to ride my bike..." I trailed off, looking at her smuggishly, "...and I like cute girls riding with me on the back of them."

She laughed. At least she didn’t reject my flirting. She finished her cigarette and smashed it into the concrete floor of the garage. She flipped her hair to one side revealing her bare neck. Damn...

"What about you?"

She looked into the distance and squinted her eyes, "Well, I am pretty much this incredibly sexy, single girl. I smoke cigarettes, as you can probably tell. And anybody who can fix a machine without using a manual is a complete turn-on to me."

My face grew hot and she probably saw that. I could feel myself blushing like some stupid, little kid.

“Sit next to me, there's plenty of room.” She tapped the small area on the tire at her side. I sat close enough that our bodies touched. By accident, of course. We both looked into each other’s eyes and silently stared for a few seconds. I wanted to kiss her, she smelled of summer.

Our faces were so close; I don’t know what came over me. I leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were so smooth and tasted like cigarettes and cherry lip balm; an amazingly sexy combination. She grabbed the back of my hair and ran her fingers through it. She didn’t pull away, rather pushed me into her more. I grabbed her hip and pulled her body closer to mine, causing her to swing her leg around my hip. I could feel our hearts racing together. Our lips pressed together, transporting us to another world. Ragged breathing and dancing tongues brought fiery heat to the cool fall air. With just the two of us there, the rest of the world disappeared.

As our lips pulled apart, a gentle breeze fluttered over the flame extinguishing the desperate heat of our lust. Our breathing came out in short, desperate gasps. The intensity washed away as the rest of the world abrputly came back into focus.