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Chapter 1 (Bella's POV)

"Rise and shine!" a loud voice screamed as its owner slammed my door open. I just groaned and rolled over, throwing the blanket over my head. He just laughed and threw it off. "Come on sleepy head or I'll just go get a really, really cold glass of water to get you up. It's your choice," he murmured in my ear.

"Go away," I replied, He just laughed and left.

I was asleep again a few minutes later. The next thing I knew, I felt ice water being dumped down my back.

"JAKE!!!" I screamed, jumping up and landing in his arms before I hit the floor.

He just laughed and said, "I told you. But did you listen?" I didn't answer. He put me down and I sleepily grabbed my bathroom supplies and walked into the bathroom. When I came back out, I heard Jake talking to Charlie downstairs. I went down and both turned around in their seats at the table to smile at me.

"Morning, Bells," Charlie said, smiling. I gave him a casual grinned and sank down in a chair next to Jake.

"Morning, Bella," Jake smirked. I assumed that Charlie had gotten home while I was in the shower and that he had no idea that Jake had been upstairs. I just glared at him.

"Well, do you two have any plans?" Charlie asked, not noticing the daggers I was shooting at Jake with my eyes.

"I was thinking we'd hang out at the beach. Does that sound alright, Bella?"

"Yeah," I murmured as I got up and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I ate silently while Jake and Charlie talked about Billie and how things were going up in La Push.

"You ready?" Jake asked as I washed my dishes. I just nodded.

"Before you go, I need to talk to you, Bella," Charlie said. I nodded again. Jake stood up and I walked him to the door.

"I'll be out in a minute," I told him.

"Alright," he shrugged and started to open the door. But he then paused and stared at me. "Did you forget what today was?"

"No. It's our five month anniversary," I replied, smiling up at him. He gave me an answering smile and kissed me.

I headed back in the kitchen and sat down. But my casual attitude changed when I realized how nervous Charlie looked. "Have you applied to any colleges yet?"

"No. I've been busy."

"Are you planning on applying anywhere?"

I shrugged. "I was thinking about taking a year off."

"Well, I'm not going to let you," he answered. I looked up and met his eyes. "I already filled an application out for you..."

"You can do that?" I interrupted, now mad.

"Sure. And you've been accepted." He seemed extremely proud. I just continued to stare.

"Where's the college?"

He hesitated. "Maine," he finally answered.