Out of the woods

It all seems so simple

I haven't read twilight in a while and it's kind of tricky cause this is like two fan fictions in one so I have to reread it so updates will be slow bare with me okay and I've noticed I haven't gotten any comments yet lemme know what you think okay even if you don't like it, tell me why you don't like it. I want to know. Constructive criticism is always welcome.
Picture is of the beach in twilight. That is where the majority of this chapter and probably the next will be set.

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Jacob leads me to a beach, La Push he calls it. He says this is where most of his friends hang out and surf. I've never surfed before, so when I asked him if he's teach me, he said "not in this cold." And it is cold. It is an overcast day, as all days here are apparently, with strong winds but luckily no rain. But he's not wearing a jacket or shoes. This boy is cray cray. It's so cold he had to go over to his friend Leah's house , which is just a mile away, and get me extra blankets and jackets. It feels good to be wearing clean clothes. Of course if I was back at my own cabin I could be wearing designer jackets rather than this old over sized one, but I don't want to. I don't want to go back to civilisation. I don't want to go back to being Taylor Swift.

I like it with Jacob, he treats me like a human. Not once has he asked if Dear John is indeed about John Mayer or All Too Well about Jake Gyllenhaal or I Knew You Were Trouble about Harry Styles. Not once has he asked me to sing for him or play for him or sign something or take a photo with him.

The beach is beautiful in a way California beaches never are. It is calm, deserted except for us, with washed up logs and sea birds. There is no rubbish lying around, evidence that locals care about this beach, care about their environment.

The waves are crushingly huge, and I understand Jacobs refusal for me to surf. With the wind making them stronger, one freak wave, one miscalculation, can send you straight into the rocks, straight to death. The beach is framed by forest on one side and cliff face on the other. I stand still, my now bare feet in the sand, taking it all in. (Authors note: I am allergic to sand it makes my feet swell up but I have heard people quite like the sensation) I take a deep breath, tasting the salt in the air and smile.

I bend town, pretending to pick up my discarded shoes but instead I pick up a piece of washed up seaweed and lodge it towards the back of Jacobs head. My aim is, for once, on point. Jacob shrieks. Yes, shrieks. He turns towards me, a look of disbelief on his face. This soon turns to a look of malice as his eyes dart toward a even larger piece of seaweed near his feet.

Guessing his intentions, I squeal and bolt away from him. I head towards a few tree logs which have been arranged on the beach to make an ideal bonfire location. I jump over the first log, run through the middle of the circle and over the other log, ducking down behind it just i time to dodge the large piece of seaweed meant for my head. With a reaction time I didn't quite know I possessed, I picked it up and threw it at Jacob, hitting him straight in the chest just as he is jumping over the first log. This seems to shock him so much he trips over a stray branch and face plants into the sand.

Laughing hysterically I make my way towards him slowly, reaching him as he sputters sand from his mouth. Yuck!!

I haven't laughed this much for what feels like years. I plop down into the sand next to him, smiling at him broadly. He grins back at me wildly, reaches over and starts tickling my sides. He has found my weakness. I giggle so hard I am out of breath before I know it and begging for mercy.

"Please....please...stop....I'll do anything..."

He momentarily pauses, an evil grin on his face, "anything?"

"Nothing sexual!" I quickly protest.

"Now that's an idea!"

Damnit me and my big mouth, while Jacob is distracted I wriggle from his reach and launch my own attack. I viciously tickle his sides, pushing him down onto his back, at my mercy completely. Now he's the one begging. I try to find his absolute weakest tickle spot, moving my ministrations from his sides to his belly. Boy does he have some killer abs damn. When this fails to elicit the desired response from my victim, I go in for the kill. His attempts to escape has opened up the area that in my experience with a younger brother is the male weakness, the armpits. I launch myself forward and tickle him till he is laughing so much his laughter goes silent.