THINK TWICE WHEN IN LOVE

Heya guys! This is my first story ever, and I decided to post it up chapter to chapter. I got the inspiration from talking to my cousin the other night, and no I DID not have a crush on him. Okay, maybe I used to. Anyway, I think this story has got great potential, and I'm writing it because this is the kinda story I'll read, with drama, complications, and the sweet romance and all. So, do read and review and tell me what y'll think!

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Enter the life of Isabelle Reynolds, who's 16, and has never been kissed. She's head over heals in love with her cousin, John, who's gorgeous with his puppy dog brown eyes. But they can never be, because to her, its just TOTALLY wrong. And their parents, are totally, against the thought of them getting married. They flirt a lot, but she's trying to get on with reality that it'll just never work out. She gets together with this guy, Daniel, who was cheating on her. They had only went on a couple of dates and she really thought she was getting to like him with his charms. Read on, and see Isabelle facing the road of life. That means, getting through losing best friends over popularity, having a dad who's left the family and has never kept in touch, and challenges that come along the way.

Love, Ruzz

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You're the one I need
The way back home is always long
But if you're close to me
I'm holding on
You're the one I need
My real life has just begun
Cause there's nothing like
Your smile made of sun

'The One' by SHAKIRA

Chapter One

♦ "The One" ♦

"John," I said to the phone. The clock on my cell read 2:30 a.m.

"Yeah babe?" John replied

I sigh and laughed.

"We've broken our record! We managed to talk for three hours straight!" I gasped.

Even though we were talking on the phone, it almost felt like I could actually feel that wide smile on his face.

"I guess time flies when you're talking to a very special girl.." he begin

"John…"

"I wrote a song bout' you," he said in that very sexy deep voice of his. "No kiddin'."

"Let me sing you the first verse," he insisted.

"Please do," I whispered. And with that phone at the side of my face I imagined that I was snuggling up to him and maybe even sneaking kisses.

"You there?" He asked.

"Hmmmm….." Enjoying the moment, because I had actually convince myself that I was making out with him. Nobody truly knows how really sick I am in the head.

He started strumming on his guitar for the intro. And then his voice came on.

"Baby, you're the kinda girl…

I can imagine being with….

For the rest of my life,

And for eternity.

Girl, you special..girl, you beautiful,

All the guys are knocking on your door,

You gonna answer it? Baby,

cos' I'm one of them,..What you gonna do?

You gonna shut the door on me?

Girl, please tell me what you gonna to

Because I think I'd fallen in love with you.."

"Isabel?"

"That was totally cute, you sounded like a total hunk, you hunk," I said and stopped myself. What was wrong with me? I opened my eyes in full alert. I probably was half asleep. Yeap, that was it. I was almost asleep so I couldn't think straight. I mean, who in their right mind would ever even flirt with a cousin much less, fantasize of making out with him exactly? A total idiot. I total idiot girl on crack.

I heard John laughing on the other line.

"You have no idea what that means to me, especially coming from a girl like you."

I narrowed my eyes and frowned as reality struck me.

"You mean, your cousin, right?"

"Erm, uh, uh," he hesitated. "Uh, I guess you could say that."

"John, I am in fact, stating that." After the words left my lips, I realized what a bitch I was.

"Well, in that case, I think I have to go now, and try to figure out how I am going to shell out cash to pay for the phone bill. You know, since I've been talking to you for hours and hours every single day. Sleep well, Bella."

And then he hung up unsurprisingly, without letting me say anything at all.

I couldn't sleep that night at all. And then came morning. And my alarm clock rang. I didn't shut it off. Instead, I kept on staring up at the ceiling. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I look at the picture on my bedside table. At my 15th birthday party last year. It was of me and John at the patio. With his arm on my shoulder. I was laughing as he whispered something funny into my ear. My twin sister, Maribel, had taken the very picture. She never knew about our feelings toward each other. She still doesn't. And it had to be kept that way.

It was 12 p.m. I was going to meet Daniel in an hour. He had better make it. If he doesn't, I swear I will….

I heard my cell ringing. I heard the chorus of eminem's song, "Soldier", coming on. The ringtone for my cell. Where was it? I struggled to find it, looking underneath the bed sheets and pillows. Then I finally found it underneath my dog, Frankie. It was under his stomach. And I guess you could say he was sorta stroking it?

And to think I was just thinking of the devil. In my heart, I knew what was going to happen but I didn't want to believe it even though the feeling in my gut was so strong. If he was going to cancel for the fifth time, and if he was going to tell me he loves me more than life itself and if he even tries to seduce me in forgiving him..

"Heya darling!"

"Hey, Isabel. Baby, something came up, I love you and all…but, sorry--" he began but before he got a chance to continue I put down the phone and without warning, the tears just came from nowhere.

I looked at Frankie, and he licked my face. I looked into his big brown eyes, which reminds me of John's, and it was like he knew what happened.

I took him into my arms and he put his head on my chest as the tears came down. I held him for a few minutes then I put him down and got up. I wiped away the tears with the back of my hand and walked to my dresser. As I looked in the mirror, I saw a girl looking back at me. And she obviously looked like she had been crying because her eyes were swollen and red. Her curly black hair was a mess, and she couldn't hide the fact that she was upset because as she could fake the smile, she couldn't fake the eyes. She couldn't fake the sadness in her piercing blue eyes. They were a part of her that spoke the truth.

I walked into my bathroom that was connected to Maribel's room and washed my face. Then I brushed my teeth. I must have woken up Maribel because the door to her room opened and she stuck her head in. Me and Maribel shared a moment as we looked into each other eyes. She looked into my eyes as I looked into her grey eyes. She kicked the door to open it wider and then she put her hands on her hips.

"He cancelled out on you again, didn't he?"

I smiled sadly. No one knew me better than my twin. I looked at the ground and nodded slightly.

"Oh Isabelle," she said and took me in for a hug.

"He doesn't deserve you, honey," she said again.

I willed myself not to cry as I played with her pale blonde hair. This came from the girl who dated a different guy every week. Who were jerks and treated her like shit. But like she says, she knows there are plenty of fish in the sea, so she's going through every fish in the sea, until she finds the one.

I pulled away from the hug and shrugged.

"Don't you worry about me, I'm going to be okay," I started.

She sigh, and tugged a strand of my black hair behind my ear.

"I'm going for a jog," I said and started turning back to my room.

"Okay, I should get ready. I've got a movie date," she said excitedly and started french braiding her hair whilst looking into the bathroom mirror.

"Oh, with Jake?" I asked. Jake Gert was a senior and captain of the basketball team. She had been going out with him for the last two weeks and she almost seemed to be falling in love with him.

'Hell no. We are so over," she said while smiling to herself in the mirror.

"Aren't I gorgeous?" She said to the mirror. She smiled a wider grin as if the mirror had said yes to her question.

She sensed that I was still there, looking at her with my mouth wide open at her vainness so she turned and pulled her hair out of the braid. To start again.

"Like I always say, I sabelle," she said, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You've got to go through every fish in the sea to actually find the one."

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I object. You didn't have to date a ton of guys for the rest of your life in order to find that one perfect guy. Hell, I found that guy I wanted to be with for the rest of my life, but I can't ever even be with him.

I felt hot under the afternoon sun as I jog in my sweats, listening to Usher in my Ipod. I jogged into the neighborhood park and started taking in every scent of mother nature. I stopped and picked a rose. I smelled it. Roses are so beautiful. And they're so sweet as well.

"Isabel?"

I turned abruptly to that voice calling me. I took out the headphones in my ear and looked into the brown eyes of the most perfect guy for me. I smiled at him, and for one second, it seemed like Daniel was never ever part of my life.

"John," I called back, swallowing my saliva.

He ran to me from the basketball court in his jersey and black shorts. He looked so hot sweating with his muscles showing through the now very transparent shirt. His wavy short brown hair was damp. A few of friends ran after him without him knowing.

"I was just shooting some hoops with the guys…" he started.

"I guess you came here, jogging?" he asked, a smile slowly curling on his pink thin lips as he looked me up and down in my pink sweats.

"Yeah…" I said and there was just so much tension in the air and I started feeling uncomfortable. Its so much more easier talking to John on the phone than talking to him face-to-face. It was just so hard as it felt like my heart was beating so fast and it felt like it was gonna jump out of my chest. Did I mention that he was just too hot to have for a cousin?

Thank God one of his hot friends broke the tension.

"Hey, who's the cute girl you talking to?"

"Yeah, man, is she hot," another friend of his said.

His third friend just started nodding vigorously.

Me and John laughed but when we caught each other's eyes, we stopped. I forced a smile for his friends. John bit his lower lip.

"Well, erm, uh, she's my, uh," he uh, started, gesturing to me.

"I'm his cousin, Isabella Reynolds," I introduced myself, taking my hand out. The three of them shook it and introduced themselves too. The short guy who was my height, was Tyler Granger. He was from John's basketball team, 'The Tigers'. The two other guys, both dirty blondes, were brothers, Michael and Adam Skyes. They knew John because they three had the same part time job. They all made pizza's at 'Alfredo's'.

"So, erm, baby, if you wanna go out for a drink or something, you could ask John for my number, you know," Adam started, winking.

"I don't think so, Isabella's not that desperate," John joked. Michael and Tyler laughed.

I put a hand on Adam's shoulder in a flirting-but-I'm-so-sorry-I'm-not-that-into-you way and smiled.

"Excuse him, I just kinda have a boyfriend."

Without looking at me, he started turning to look at John. And I turned too, and I saw him looking at me. And then Adam looked over at his brother Michael and I saw them nodding at each other.

"I think we should give these two, some alone time," Michael suggested, and he looked back and forth at me and John. Obviously full of curiosity.

Before me or John could say anything, Michael was pulling Tyler and Adam away. And the three of them started walking back to the basketball courts.

I started walking fast. I didn't know where I was going but I wanted to get as far away from John. If possible.

"Must you always make it so obvious, you butthead?" I shouted. The people were turning to look but I didn't give a damn. One mother was forcing her kids to turn away and cover their ears. I don't personally consider 'butthead' a bad word. But the mum must have sense that there was gonna be some serious name-calling coming. Atta girl! I mean, Atta Lady!

John cheated as he ran to me. I thought this was a fast walking race.

He grabbed my arm and made me face him.

"Goddamnit, why are you always so complicated to understand, Bella?" He said and pulled up my chin so our faces were only 2 inches apart.

"I am not, and stop calling me that!"

"But I've been calling you Bella ever since we were kids. Ever since I went to Italy, and the waiter called my mum that and I asked my dad.." he started and looked at me. I could feel his grasp on my arm loosened. And then he carried on and put his hand on my hand. I let it stay there.

He was right. With his mum's , Hayley, being a Marilyn Monroe look-a-like(only a brunette), the mum was pretty hot. For a fourty-something year old mum.

"And your dad explained to you, that Bella, means beautiful," I finished for him.

"And you are beautiful, Isabella. You are extremely beautiful that it just takes my breath away every time I look at you," he said.

I pulled my hand away from his. And took three steps away from him. That must have been the corniest lines ever.

"It's never ever going to work out, and you know that."

I started to jog away from him, but then I stopped, and turned to look at him for the last time.

"Maybe you should start saving those cheesy lines for another girl. Preferably one that is certainly not your cousin."

As I started fumbling with the headphones to my Ipod while jogging slowly, I didn't notice that John had caught up to me and he was actually jogging beside me. When I saw him beside me I tripped and fell to the grass. I fell on my back.

At first I felt at peace and serenity was surrounding my whole body because it felt so good with the sun on my skin but then John stuck his face right on mine.

"Bella, you could get any guy you want and you choose him," he said and I could feel his hot breath on my face. He leaned closer and I thought and maybe actually hoped that he was going to kiss me. On the lips. But he never did. Instead he helped get me up. And with his hand on my waist and the other on my arm, he kissed my forehead and these were his exact words,

"He will never love you as much as I love you, Isabella.."

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