I wake up to the sound of a huge earthquake about to destroy a small village and to the smell of something truly delightful. The earthquake was Jacob who was snoring his head off and the smell was probably breakfast. Although I prefer blood, I can sustain on food and some foods absolutely trigger my craving. I look around the messy room, and sigh. I'm a nest freak, very much alike my father. Clothes are scattered on the floor, armchair and even the bathroom door. Sometimes, it was kind of annoying to have Jake around since every room he hits is destined for a big dirty mess. Most of the time, I enjoyed the company. I sigh happily looking around my room and am proud. I love my room because I designed it myself. The Cullen's never needed to worry about their room being fabulous because a) nobody from the human world would ever see it and b) they never spent a lot of time in their rooms.
I get up from the queen size bed with the cream comforter and pale lavender pillows. Silk curtains flow from my windows and I close my eye at the bright sunlight. There's also a managing dresser. On top of it, photos of me, my family and Jacob are placed on. Many old paintings hang on my walls. Carlisle wanted to clean the house a bit, and wanted to sell the paintings. Of course, I couldn't deny them. They actually worked well into my room with the very light colours used in them. The light wood frames made them look modern. A padded mint recliners sits in the corner of my room, with an accent pillow. Bookshelves of books are across the room. I've always enjoyed reading books.
Out of the bathroom, I see Jacob still snoring, with a different position. His eyes awaken and gaze to me. I see him eyeing the towel and wet hair. I blush immediately and run my butt to the dresser to get my clothing and back into the bathroom. I change quickly, knowing that Jake will need to use it to get ready. I give him a short peck before I go downstairs to wait for Jacob to eat his breakfast. I try to eat human food, for Jacob and I's sake. When on dates with him, it would be weird if I just sat there when he would be munching on a steak. As I begin to read "The Merchant of Venice", Jacob walks in eyeing the food. I feel his arms around me and giving a short kiss on my neck before stuffing himself. Carlisle and Esme smile at the gesture, same with Alice and Jasper. I guess mom and dad are still in the cottage, I wonder what they're doing.
"Thank you Carlisle for the amazing breakfast", Jacob thanked. I give my grandparents, aunts and uncles a huge squeeze before taking Jacob's hand to begin celebrating our 2 year anniversary. Wow, I'm still amazed by how long we've been dating. Well, I knew him all my life. He acted as a big brother, then one of my ultimate best friends and then I fell in love with his quirkiness, dashing looks and overall my beau. Now, I don't want my diary to be all about soppy romantic crap, because that is definitely NOT my life. I've had a rough life with the visit from the Volturi and a small betrayal from a family member. However Jacob, my parents, uncles, aunts, and grandmother made it feel happy and complete.
With Jacob's hands covering my eyes, I tried to locate where we were. I could feel rocks underneath my feet, a mountain lion tearing his prey, birds chirping, a hiker struggling to climb up. His hands were removed, and I was immediately astonished with the sight. It was so elegant, free, graceful. It was a statue of me and him. Our bodies close, yet distant. It looked like we were dancing, there was immense work on the carvings, and decorations. Carving of over the years. Me as a baby, toddler, child, teenager. Him as a baby, toddler, child, teenager. Presents, hugs, kisses were shown. I grazed my hand over the amazing art. Jacob couldn't have done it, it was so advanced, he never told me that he could make statues and pottery. The next thing I knew I was kissing Jacob, gently and gracefully. My hands tightened around him, and I leaned my head on his shoulder, "It's amazing, Jake. How did you do it? How long?".
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The Immortal Who Fell In Love With The Wolf
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