Is This Real? (A Jacob Black love story)

It was a rainy sunday afternoon, and I once again found myself sitting in my room contemplating whether my life was really worth living. I was thinking about how much better things would be if I just died.
After what seemed like hours of thinking, I decided on staying alive. If my life sucked anyway what do I have to lose? I might as well just endure it and see what happens.

So I walked down my stairs into my kitchen and looked for something to eat. I was starving. I hadn't eaten in days. I've been starving myself trying to lose weight. I was down to 140 pounds. But that was still really fat for me. But now I figured, what the heck? If my life's going to suck and I'm going to be a fat loser, then why make it worse by starving myself?
So I grabbed the box of little debbie's brownies and headed down the basement to watch some tv. As I reached the last step, I heard someone ring the doorbell.
Are you freaking kidding me? I have to walk all the way back up?
"I'm coming!" I yelled as I made my way up the stairs.
I opened the door to see the most gorgeous boy in the world staring at me. He had black hair, deep brown eyes, and the most amazing body you would ever see. I knew right then, looking at him, that it was him. The one. The reason to keep on living. The reason my life wouldn't suck anymore. The one who could put me back together.
"U-u-m....hi" I stuttered.
"Hi" the boy said, smiling "I'm Jacob. I just came to say hi and welcome to our town, I live a few houses down."
Me and my mom had just moved here a few days ago from wisconsin, since my aunt lives here and my mom lost her job.
I just stood there, not knowing what to say. He was smiling...at me. He was perfect. Absolutely perfect.
My heart sank a little at the realization that this was nothing special. He probably was just being friendly and welcoming us to the neighborhood.
"What's your name?" Jacob asked me.
"Uhh...Scarlett." I answered, still struggling to keep my voice normal.
"Nice to meet you, Scarlett" he said.
"Um, you too. Would you like to come in?" I asked politely.
"Sure thanks" Jacob said, and I let him in.
I couldn't believe this was actually happening. This perfect guy wanted to spend time with me.....am I dreaming?
I told Jacob to sit down and I asked him if he wanted anything to drink. He said he wanted water so I quickly got him some, and then sat down at the kitchen table across from him.
"So how long have you lived here?" I asked casually, trying to make conversation.
"Just my whole life" he said, smiling.
Really? Why was he smiling at me like that? Was he just trying to be funny, or was he seriously flirting with me?
I blushed, not knowing how to react. No guy had ever looked at me like that before, and if they did, they were making a joke and would laugh about it later with their friends. But Jacob didn't have friends with him...we were alone...so he didn't have to be nice to me either.
I smiled back at him, flipping my hair.....it was awkward to say the least.
He blushed.
What?! Seriously? How could this be happening? I must be dreaming...there was no way this was reality.
"What?" I asked him. "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something...." I trailed off.
"No, no" he reassured me.
"Then what?" I asked, tilting my head to the side.
"You're just...." he paused
"I'm what?!" I demanded.
I expected the truth to finally come out. I expected him to make some sarcastic remark about my weight or how disgustingly ugly I was.
"You're just really, really pretty..." he said.
Oh my gosh. I knew it. How could I think for a second that he actually liked me?
I was mad. I was really, really mad.
"Are you being sarcastic?!" I practically yelled.
He looked at me like I was insane. "Of course not!" he said.
"Are you sure?" I said, calming down a little.
"Yes, I mean it. You're very pretty." he said.
"Please stop." I whispered, shaking my head.
"Stop what?"
"Saying I'm pretty, you and I both know it isn't true." I said, trying to hold back tears.
I didn't succeed, the tears rolled down my cheeks, and I knew that my eyes were probably getting all red.
Wow. This is seriously out of line. In front of a complete stranger who was trying to be nice? Way to go, Scarlett, way to hold yourself together.
"Oh....umm...don't cry." Jacob said, coming to sit in the chair next to mine.
He reached over and pat my arm.
"I'm so sorry..." I apologized. "I don't know why I'm getting like this"
I lied. I knew exactly why i was getting like this. Because the most amazing guy in the world just said I was pretty...and he meant it.
"No, no it's fine." Jake said.
"Sorry..." I apologized again.
"It's really fine...i swear." he said.
After awhile I calmed down and we went back to a normal conversation. It turned out that Jacob was more than just looks....he was funny and sweet and nice. He tried to make me feel better...and it worked.
After awhile of talking about random things...he said it was time for him to get going. I said goodbye and that I would see him at school on Monday.
I walked him out...and right before he left he did the most surprising thing...he hugged me.
I felt like the luckiest person in the world for the rest of the night. When my mom came home, she was surprised to find out that i had already made dinner and cleaned the house. I was in such a good mood, I even picked out a cute outfit to wear for Monday. I normally don't ever care about those types of things. I finally got tired enough to go to bed, and as I layed there i replayed the moments with Jacob about a thousand times in my head.
I woke up thinking today would be the crappiest day of my life..and now as I'm laying here I can only think of one word to describe this day...perfect.