This is a fan fiction written par Charlotte, a friend of mine. We both went to Eternal Twilight, the convention, and she entered the fan fic competition with this story and got into the final. Thought I would post it here xD
We were standing in the clearing, near the reservation. It was spring and one of Forks few sunny days. There wasn’t a nuage in the sky. The rays of light sparkled on the herbe and the scent of fleurs hung thick in the air. Now was the moment, I thought. Far enough from the house so dad wouldn’t here me…
Plucking up my courage I turned and Jake was standing closer than I had expected. My senses were usually so sharp; I could hear a twig falling from miles away. I was sure he could here my cœur, coeur beating faster. What was wrong with me? Jacob was just a friend, my very best friend, but nevertheless just a friend.
But lately…
I had never noticed before how many different couleurs his russet fourrure had in the sun ou how beautiful his dark eyes were. The way his laughter made my cœur, coeur glow and his smile made me want to sing. How I felt unsure when he wasn’t par my side and hours felt like days when he had to leave to go on patrol.
He looked up and I saw the quizzical look on his face. As always he was on his guard, worried I wasn’t perfectly alright. Slowly, I put my hand on his face. If I weren’t half vampire I was sure it would be shaking. I felt his hot breath on the palm of my hand and sighed. I saw the surprise on his face as he heard what I was telling him. Not telling but showing. Not words but colors, bright and shiny, everything that was Jacob, his smile, his laugh, images of us together, running side par side, racing, having fun. Even in years to come I could never forgot that moment of pure bliss. I looked into his eyes, leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and felt his lips on mine.
"Nessie..?"
"Yes?"
"You’re my gravity… toi know that?"
I laughed.
Mom had told me how much she loved dad. I had never understood. Now I knew.
We were standing in the clearing, near the reservation. It was spring and one of Forks few sunny days. There wasn’t a nuage in the sky. The rays of light sparkled on the herbe and the scent of fleurs hung thick in the air. Now was the moment, I thought. Far enough from the house so dad wouldn’t here me…
Plucking up my courage I turned and Jake was standing closer than I had expected. My senses were usually so sharp; I could hear a twig falling from miles away. I was sure he could here my cœur, coeur beating faster. What was wrong with me? Jacob was just a friend, my very best friend, but nevertheless just a friend.
But lately…
I had never noticed before how many different couleurs his russet fourrure had in the sun ou how beautiful his dark eyes were. The way his laughter made my cœur, coeur glow and his smile made me want to sing. How I felt unsure when he wasn’t par my side and hours felt like days when he had to leave to go on patrol.
He looked up and I saw the quizzical look on his face. As always he was on his guard, worried I wasn’t perfectly alright. Slowly, I put my hand on his face. If I weren’t half vampire I was sure it would be shaking. I felt his hot breath on the palm of my hand and sighed. I saw the surprise on his face as he heard what I was telling him. Not telling but showing. Not words but colors, bright and shiny, everything that was Jacob, his smile, his laugh, images of us together, running side par side, racing, having fun. Even in years to come I could never forgot that moment of pure bliss. I looked into his eyes, leaned vers l'avant, vers l’avant and felt his lips on mine.
"Nessie..?"
"Yes?"
"You’re my gravity… toi know that?"
I laughed.
Mom had told me how much she loved dad. I had never understood. Now I knew.
