Jacob's POV:

As soon as we arrived home I ran up to my room, opened my closet and started throwing things on the bed. I had to to find the perfect outfit for that red-headed girl, she was crazy gorgeous, I don't think any man on earth would disagree. I've dated a lot of girls so far and they're pretty and stuff but their clothes and makeup are why they are. That red-haired girl had no makeup on at all and she wasn't wearing anything fancy, but she was still hot.

I was going through all my hangers and finally found what I was looking for, khakis and the blue stripped button down shirt. Normally I would only wear that outfit once a year, at Christmas when we went to church, but I wanted that red-head to see me at her best. I couldn't believe that I was falling for this girl so quickly and I didn't even now her name! I started making up names for her, Jessica, Rebecca, Halley, nothing fit! Then Red came to mind, her hair was red too, that would sure make a cute nickname.

I snuck down into Mom and Dad's bathroom and took Dad's hair gel, I started slicking it into my hair. Man I look good I thought, Red is going to fall for me as soon as she steps through that door.

Lily's POV:

I sighed and looked into the mirror, worried about my appearance. I loved the dress that Eleanor had given me, but it didn't look good on me. It was sleeveless white at the top, with a black stripe and a sunshine yellow went above my knees. But it clashed with my red hair and pale skin and I was too fat to make the dress work. I glared at my hair, wondering for the millionth time why I didn't get blonde hair like the rest of my family. I put a half ponytail in, enclosing it with a white clip. This will have to do.

Shoes, I thought. Shit, I only have green converse. This is an interesting fashion statement, I thought as I laced them up in my feet. Then I gave myself a good slap on the face for swearing. Mom and Dad don't EVER EVER EVER allow swearing, but then I realized Mom and Dad can't tell me what to do anymore. But I don't want to get rid of their habbits, I don't want to loose them.

If I don't want to loose them, why am I thinking about my appearance? I never thought about my appearance before this. Am I loosing them? Would I slowly forget about them? I slowly imagined myself as a rich, snobby kid, getting anything she wanted. NO! That couldn't happen to me! I slowly calmed myself down, telling myself that I'm overreacting.

I warily looked out the window, I noticed the shades were opened in the Smith residence. I looked into their window and saw a flash of Jacob, shirtless with a six pack, my eyes widened. Damn, he's hot, I slapped myself twice, for swearing and for wanting to see him shirtless again. I buried my face into my pillow, anything but look out the window again. Then I remembered I left my new phone and computer downstairs. I grabbed them and brought them back up. I quickly, signed out of Facebook, not wanting to see those comments again and checked my email.

My Inbox had a good amount of emails, I smiled, glad I had so many faithful friends. I carefully emailed all my friends back, making sure I had answered all their questions and put many smiley faces in. When I was finally done, a new email showed in my inbox, an email I didn't recognize. When I opened it I read:

Hey Lily,

How are you and how's England? Tell me everything. I also wanted to let you know that I miss you a lot. Maybe we can Skype soon, maybe tomorrow? Oh who am I kidding tonight? (: I can't stop thinking about you and I just wanted to know if you felt the same, 4,000 miles away.

xo,
Nick

My heart nearly snapped in two. That was so sweet and now I was feeling super guilty about checking Jacob out when the most perfect guy in the world liked me. I immeaditly emailed back and wrote:

Dear Nick,

I'm good, England is beautiful but I miss Minnesota a lot (lie). I've been thinking about you ever since we left Skyzone (double lie). And I would absolutely love it if we could Skype tonight, maybe nine? I'll be online waiting for you if you don't reply.

xo,
Lily

I clicked send, logged onto skype, so I could check it as soon as I got home. As if my body was betraying me, my head turned to the window. Jacob was there, smiling at me, shirtless. Oh, sweet baby Jesus help me, I thought as my heart started to swell. I forgot about Nick.