August 27, 2010
A vacation of a lifetime is all I’m asking for. Just one getaway with Jacob and no interruptions or distractions. That’s it.
My mom wants to have pure family time the entire vacation with activities like scuba diving, fishing, rock climbing, and various other sports. (Although some others, like Rosalie, don’t appreciate my mom calling the pack and their imprints family).
According to my dad, Melody Key was more than double the size of Isle Esme and much more suited for a family vacation with high cliffs and a soaring array of mountains. But if you ask me, I’d tell you that one island would not suffice for an entire wolf pack. I mean, palm trees aren’t as sturdy as the mighty evergreens back at home. And if you rouse Paul near the sprouting coconut tree, forget it. Jacob boasts that he can shred a vampire within seconds, so why would a coconut tree– a germinating coconut tree to be exact– survive the bashing of a firebrand werewolf? But my father insisted the wolves would keep it under control, especially whilst on vacation. I just can’t help that I have an undying love for everything, even coconut trees.
“Nessie, hop on, I think some people are eager to arrive,” my mom called, invading my vast thoughts and imagination.
Jacob swiftly ushered me into the Cullen’s yacht that would ship us to Melody Key. “Hurry Ness, I think Paul and Jared are becoming restless and impatient. We haven’t eaten since the plane ride and I think I’m going to blow too if we don’t get to this freakin’ island soon.”
By now I was immune to the Cullen’s luxury lifestyle, but it appeared the pack wasn’t. They even stole a few extra crackers from the airplane, exclusive to first class passengers. I would have found this humorous if not for the angst caused by their hunger. I just hoped the crackers would tide them over until we reached paradise.
Got to go now; I’ll write about the island when we arrive.
So we’ve arrived and the pack is not only suffering from starvation, but exhaustion. It’s funny how they can be so drowsy after sleeping for half of a ten hour flight.
But enough about the pack and on to my plans for Jacob and I. I would do everything with him, even rock climbing – which my aunt Alice wasn’t fond of. She claims it will ruin all of the coordinated outfits she planned for me to wear, basically “destroying all the love and effort she put into designing the attire.” Hmmph, “designing?” She means driving Uncle Jasper’s Audi R8 to the nearest shopping mall and purchasing overpriced apparel at ridiculous boutiques.
At least my mom has the keen sense to only allow me to shop designer items when there is a sale. I was more worried of what Alice packed me; I mean I was too busy absorbing my energy and time into my “Jacob plans” that I surpassed Alice’s bubbly pleas to pack my luggage for me. Either I was that desperate for Jacob or it was all out of pure stupidity and insanity.
Of course my father was chuckling at my panic as he hauled my suitcase atop my bed. Apparently I was in Aunt Rosalie’s room, but there was no purpose in her quarters, or any of the other Cullen’s chambers if they did not sleep. So, it was enlisted to me because I was the only Cullen that slept.
The pack and their imprints were escorted to their guest home, about the same size as my home in New Hampshire. The Melody Key mansion was twice the size of our New Hampshire home and was modeled after a castle. Grandpa Carlisle thought I’d get a kick out of my room because it resembled Rapunzels’s room, really. The basic essentials of a bedroom were furnished on the main floor, making it seem like your average sleeping quarter. But hidden behind a walk-in closet remained a spiral staircase that led to a heaping tower that overlooked the heavenly sea. It was the most extraordinary room in the entire castle and I had the honor to sleep in it.
The rest of the chamber consisted of many walk-in closets each with different designer brands, alphabetically fashioned. How much time did Alice spend in here? I’m actually writing in you from a marvelous hand crafted cherry wood desk, constructed from the 1700′s. My father says this desk is perfect for someone who anticipates spending some of the vacation with penmanship – and by ‘someone’ he’s referring to me.
The desk is wide enough for my list of activities with Jake that include a lot of “mouth to mouth” if you know what I mean *wink wink* There is even a vintage typewriter that inherits a bubblegum pink color; neat huh? Although why or how Alice found the typewriter is beyond me.
I really wanted to explore the island before unpacking, but it was sunset and the twilight sky would soon exchange the orange and crimson melted backdrop. My parents wouldn’t ever permit me to travel at night by myself so I erased the idea. Judging from the pack’s previous behavior I assumed they were already resting having undergone such a tiring journey here. I wasn’t that weary, yet.
“Hey dad, could you join me for a few minutes?” I asked, not even bothering to raise my voice. That was one of the perks of having a vampire father. Although it was kind of creepy when we went into public together and people suspected us as fraternal twin models. I mean, did I really look that much like my father? And did I really look model-like? I guess it didn’t help that over the past few months I’ve aged to look another year older. It’s too bad that I’m not actually sixteen, because I wouldn’t mind a sweet sixteen celebration right now….
“Yes, Nessie?” my father asked, creeping in through the door crack.
“Do you think you could teach me more songs?” I questioned, eyeing my guitar.
And as a vampire would, he took no hesitance to grasp the instrument and began the musical lesson to end a splendid evening.
* * *
My mom hoisted the SCUBA onto my back. “Ready to go swimming?”
“Actually, Mom, I think I’ll just hang out here. You guys have fun,” I answered, then removed the SCUBA without ease, struggling until my dad did it for me.
The pack and the imprints were relaxing on the beach today, soaking up the sun’s rays. It was more appropriate for the Cullens to be spending their time buried from the casts of the sun. Technically this means that if they wish to keep their immortality a secret from humans, with the exception of the imprints of course, they must be indoors or underwater most of the time. Even though the purpose in owning private islands is so the Cullens can roam freely in a tropical climate, there are too many of them to risk the chance of exposure from their sparkly skin.
I was all right though because I just glowed—very brightly. And with my glow alone on the beach I would be fine. No human eye could spot even an extra glow from Melody Key a mile off. Plus, I was going to sport one of my father’s bulky T-shirts over a pretty revealing Juicy Couture bikini.
I really wanted to blame Alice, but it was my fault. I let her pack for me; although she probably would have just reorganized my suitcase, anyway, stashing in what she believed I should wear. But I let the blame fall in my position because of the permission I granted her. And for this reason, I advised my dad to not scold Alice. Alice was Alice.
I wasn’t the only one flaunting a bikini; Emily and Kim seemed to want to show off to their men. But they were grown women and their bikinis were not…well, like mine. I wouldn’t be shocked to discover that Alice spotted my bikini in the adult section. And I was wearing the bikini with the most coverage—I won’t even mention the Victoria Secret selections.
I know I wanted to romance Jake, but this wasn’t how I pictured it. A simple bikini or tankini from Target would have reached my expectations for sexy swimwear. But no, Alice had to go all out with adult-like designer swimwear. I’m starting to question the everyday clothes Alice packed for me. She wouldn’t have packed lingerie would she have ? Because I’m not sure my parents would approve, but maybe Jacob will?
“Enjoying the sun?” I gathered myself next to Leah, Kim, and Emily who were spread out amongst the grainy sand.
“Yes, it’s actually quite nice for a change,” Emily responded with a nod from Kim. Leah as usual ignored me, despite our past bond. I think that hug that we shared a few weeks ago was a “one day only thing” because she went back to herself after that . . . to my disappointment.
The boys were playing a vigorous game of football. You’ve never seen a game of football until you’ve seen shirtless hunks play as if they were professionals. The girls and I had to retreat a few yards away from the playing field twice because of how robust they play.
I figured the boys were getting thirsty and would fancy a cool drink, so I dashed for the castle, eager for air conditioning. I dismissed the loose t-shirt by disposing on the love seat, hoping to feel the chill from the air conditioning.
If I wasn’t in a rush I would have prepared fresh lemonade, but seeing from yesterday how easy it is for the pack to become impatient I opted for the powdered lemonade.
It was so simple to prepare, but Jacob’s presence made it difficult. He must have followed me to the kitchen. He was shirtless and sweating. This made my concentration disappear all together. I might have concluded that it was Jell-O, not bones that structured my legs because that’s what it felt like. At least that’s what it felt like when he walked in.
His lips ventured from my neck to my cheekbones. I had to halt my attention on the lemonade because I couldn’t remember why I was making it. I gave in to my less noble side and glued myself to Jacob so that our lips met. He propped me onto the counter as I folded my legs around his waist. As our tongues danced, I stroked every bit of his muscle to my delight. And in the end I was glad Alice bought me this bikini. It was only in this moment that I truly felt that, because Jake never touched me anywhere that didn’t make me comfortable – given that I was 90% skin.
“I love you,” I whispered as he bit into my neck. Wait, he was biting into my neck? And I thought I was the half-vampire here? Then it occurred to me that Jacob was giving me a hickey. Well this was different. It didn’t hurt so much because I was blinded from the pain with his love.
“Ness, I’m so sor—”
But I cut his unnecessary apology off with a minor make-out session. So I had my first hickey, and I liked it. I liked it. I couldn’t find reason as to why I found pleasure in that hickey. It wasn’t even that large really, and Jake stopped shortly after he began.
It was just my father who would protest and condemn my hickey. How am I ever going to cover it up? Well Alice brought R-rated clothes, so I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I “borrowed” some foundation from her limited edition Lancôme make-up kit….
Sorry but I’m off, I have to serve the pack some lemonade.