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Dream Boat

Summary:
Growing up around vampires sounds tough right? How about growing up with them as your parents? Trust me even tougher. Then a shred of hope. A boy that I immediately fall for and with the same problem I've grown up with. However, is he hiding something...something he's ashamed of? Let's only hope that this dream boat can stay afloat...


Notes:
Nothing is mine (of course) except the character (well some of the characters). I thought of this just a little bit ago and I hope you like it.


3. The Jacket Phantom

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At first when I saw the jacket I questioned if it was mine. But then I got closer and saw that it had the thread floating off the collar from when I snagged it on the desk in my old bedroom back when I first got it. I picked up the jacket cautiously, looking around the room for anyone who thought I was stealing my own jacket. Staring down at the it, checking to make sure that it was truly mine I felt eyes in the back of my head and I turned quickly to see Nicholas Cullen, his blue eyes wide with shock.

"Ummm....hi," I said, feeling the rouge color rush my face, " This is my jacket. I'm really not stealing it."

"I know," Nicholas said, chuckling lightly, "I found it in my last hour class. We have it together."

"No we don't." I said quickly, then corrected myself, "I mean I must not have noticed you."

'Wait that meant he noticed me...which is good...right?' I thought to myself.

"I sit in the back of the room in study hall, since we got to choose our seats," He justified himself quickly and glanced around the room.

That's when I started to think...if his parents were Edward and Bella...that meant Nicholas was just like me (except for the whole guy thing which worked out great). Nicholas and I were alike, on a deeper level then any of the other girls at school, we were practically meant for each other.

"So, how do you two know each other?" Edward asked entering the room with a smile on his face. I had forgotten he could read my thoughts. "School I take it."

"You know how we met dad, we're not stupid." Nicholas said, walking passed his father and into the kitchen. Edward winked at me, told me to set my jacket on the back of the living room chair he pointed at, and led me into the brightly lit kitchen where I could see my parents at the dining room table through the door. Nicholas led me the way into the dining room ,pulled my seat out, and sat in the chair next to mine.

For dinner only Nicholas and I ate, while the adults talked about life since the last time they had seen each other. Amazingly, Nicholas and I were not very different. Both sets of our parents had nearly killed each other in a battle, but found that they truly had love in their hearts. Mine and Nicholas' birthdays were only three days apart (him being older) and we were born in the same house which is evidentially occupied by Edward's 'parents' Carlisle and Esme. Obviously our moms couldn't go to a hospital when there were no previous records of them at all.

Finally, the boredom set in and Bella told Nicholas to take me around the house for a tour while the adults talked for a little while. Edward winked at my mother when he heard my my nervous thoughts about being alone with Nicholas and I felt myself blushing for the hundredth time that night.

Nicholas led the way out of the dining room and into the kitchen, then the living room, where he sat down on the couch in front of the television. He patted the seat next to him and I sat down obediently.

"My mother always does that when she wants to talk about me, or how the hunting is going. By tour she means for me to just go entertain you. Sorry, you're too nice to be bored by a tour of the house." Nicholas said, searching for the remote as he talked.

"Thanks," I said and spotted the remote on the side table but deciding the nice view of his butt needed one more look over, "The remotes right there." I said after one last over view of him. Then my face went red when I heard the dining room erupt with laughter as soon as my thoughts pictured his butt for the final time.

"Why did you say thanks?" He asked, quickly grabbing the remote and turning the TV on music videos.

"You said I was nice," I said as I recognized the song on the station and began humming along with the tune.

"Well, you are nice," He said, chuckling again then gave me a confused look.

"Where I come from that's called a compliment." I said, grinning, "Also where I come from we say thank you for compliments."

"Is the so Miss Smartelic?" He said, laughing at my retort.

"Yes, that is so Mr. Smartelic." I quipped back, kicking off my shoes and tucking my feet under my legs.

"Where are you from?" He asked, turning the channel to another music station after the last chord of the song was playing. "I mean where did you grow up I know you were born here. Your parents never really said anything about your background at the table."

"Heck I don't even know where I have been, we've moving around so much." I said, trying to chuckle without sounding so fake. However Nicholas spotted it and raised an eyebrow in question. "I think my parents said I mainly grew up in New York City, where I went to a private school and everything. Then a member of their clan drained a person and they had to leave. From then on all the cities have started to run together in some sort of blur. I stopped trying to keep track after Vermont."

"My parents haven't moved at all. I grew up in this stupid town of Forks." Nicholas said, then glanced around the room, "You're life honestly seems a lot better."

I laughed for the first time in a while, "Honestly...the traveling was fun at first when I was a little girl. But in high school I just wanted to have friends. Stay in one place you know?"

"Well it sounds like your parents are going to stay here for a long time and I promise you have totally found a friend in me." He said, then set his hand down on mine and and grinned.

"That means a lot to me." I said in a near whisper, "Does that mean you're going to talk to me at school?"

"Of course," Nicholas said, then gave a laugh, "I could tell you were being tortured by Trevor Adler in third hour." He laughed again when I smacked him on the arm, "I'm serious it looked as if you could have died right there!"

"I could have that kid doesn't know when to be quiet. I cannot believe you didn't come to my rescue." I said, pouting my lip and acted mock mad.

"I promise from now on I will rescue you...I will always rescue you." He said, his voice low and calming. His electric blue eyes melted my own and I felt my heart rate speed up. I could tell my face was flushing red and my palms were sweaty. His mouth turned up into a crooked grin as he leaded forward and then-

"Emmaline it's time to go!" I heard my mother screech making me jump and totally ruin the moment I had with Nicholas.

"Nicholas come help me in the kitchen please!" Bella called for Nicholas. He stood and winked as he strode through the doorway to help his mother.

"Emmaline get up from the couch, get your jacket...wait you didn't bring a jacket why do you have one?" My mother asked as she saw it slung over the back of the living room chair where Edward had me put my jacket.

"Nicholas saw it at school and picked it up for me. We have last hour together." I said quickly, not wanting my mom to think Nicholas and I were alone in the back of his car or something. As quickly as I could I erased that image from my mind before Edward could see it. "I didn't have any time to run back and get it after school when I noticed it was gone."

My mother nodded. I could tell she was mad with her pursed lips and blank eyes. Before I could ask her about it a crash came from the kitchen and a low growl rumbled. Then, quicker then I could comprehend, Edward was on top of Bella as she struggled to get to Nicholas who was crouched in the corner holding his hand. I rushed over to him and saw that he had cut the palm of his hand on a plate that was now lying on the floor at his feet in three pieces.

"Get Nicholas out of here. Bella needs to calm down." My dad instructed. Quickly I grabbed Nicholas' uninjured hand and led him up to the bathroom.

"Ouch that hurts!" Nicholas yelped when I tried to put ointment on it to clean it out. "Why do you have to push so hard."

"Why do you have to be such a baby?" I asked and gave him a teasing smile. Finally, I put the bandage on his hand, "There all done."

"I've never cut my hand around my mom. Dad I could cut my hand and he wouldn't even flinch. But mom it's a totally different story. It's like she just wants to drink it all and that would make her feel better." Nicholas said, as he peered out from the bathroom and saw Edward and Bella now sitting on the couch, Bella breathing roughly. "I get to her more then anyone."

"You can come out now," Edward called from the living room and both Nicholas and I stepped out into the living room. I saw Bella go rigid and Edward put a hand on her arm. "Bella you have to calm down." He whispered but then smiled at Nicholas and I. "We're so very sorry about that episode that Bella had. She hasn't been a vampire that long and she doesn't have all of her senses together. Again I apologize."

"It was nothing," I said, and smiled at Edward then at Nicholas, "He can tend to be a big baby though."

"Bella," My mom said, standing from one of the chairs, "I know exactly how you feel when Emmaline has her...time of the month-"

"MOTHER!" I screeched, setting my head in my hands to hide my red face.

"Well it's true Emmaline I think Nicholas knows what that means." She said, shocked that I was so embarrassed.

"Shut up," I mumbled when I heard Nicholas snickered behind me, "I mean it shut up."

"Well anyways it's so hard for me to do something horrible." My mother started to explain in more detail and I cut her off.

"Mom please just stop," I said, almost on the verge of tears. I lifted my head form my hands and saw Edward smirking, and Nicholas was keeping down a laugh. "Oh, stop it the both of you!" By then Nicholas couldn't hold it any longer and was laughing, holding his side and Edward was just smiling at me.

"Alright honey I think you have embarrassed Emmaline enough. I'm sorry Edward but we must be going. I'm sure Emmaline still needs to do her homework." My father said, and I nodded. "Bella I hope you get better. Emmaline grab your jacket." I grabbed my jacket obediently and began to follow my dad to the door.

"Yes, I'm sure she will," Edward answered for her, "Emmaline I'm sure we'll be seeing you around."

"Ummm...sure...I guess," I said, puzzled at his comment.

"Well, I guess I'll just see you around Emmaline." Nicholas called after me as my parents and I began to walk towards the door.

"Nicholas don't call me Emmaline!" I groaned, putting on my jacket when I reached the door.

"I won't call you Emmaline if you don't call me Nicholas." He said, opening the door for me.

"What do you want me to call you?" I asked, letting the cold wind whip my hair.

"I'll think of something." He said then winked and walked back into the house, closing the door behind him.

I shook my head, as my dad started the car and I hopped in. As we drove away I saw Nicholas looking from the third floor, waving as we drove down the driveway.