a/n: so here is the next installment of "hopeless romantics". i hope you all like it. just so you all know, every single one of these thingies are based off some of my fantasies (my head is always in the clouds) or real-life experiences. at the moment i'm practically in love with someone and jacob is based off that guy. ciana isn't so much based off me, maybe the hair and the whole "innocence" thing and a lot of her personality is, but she is a different person.

some of these one-shots will be romantic by my standards. some might not seem romantic to the reader, but they will to me. i dont know how long this is gunna be, but i'll try not to drag it on for very long. i think next time i'll do one from ciana's point of view.


b e a t i n g . h e a r t s

by o n l y . p r e t e n d i n g


Her hair smelled like strawberries.

Ciana was sitting close to Jacob, not close enough in his strong opinion, but their shoulders were touching. The two had decided to skip school for the day, because he was in a bad mood and she had wanted to hear about it. They didn't end up talking about Jacob's problems, because he'd told her that they didn't matter. Unlike Maddy, his current girlfriend, she didn't push him for answers. She simply nodded her head, began to fiddle with that beautifully coloured hair of her's and smiled sweetly up at him. The area she'd taken him to was close to Ciana's bus stop as she'd informed Jacob, and made him sit on the ground instead of the park bench that was provided.

"This is E," he strummed the note on the guitar and turned to look at her expectantly. She was nodding her head, taking in all the information. "Now if this is E," Jacob plucked the string again, "Then what would this be?" he did the same thing to the string below it.

Ciana's face crumpled up in concentration. "I don't know, Jacob. I'm confused." She flushed as she admitted it.

Jacob stared at her, loving the way her hair looked in the summer breeze. She'd left it down today, and he wasn't too sure but it looked as though she might have gotten a hair cut. It was two inches shorter than the last time he'd seen her, and her hair wasn't that long to begin with. He smiled when she scratched her button nose and made an irritated expression, as if something was bothering her. Jacob pushed himself along the bright green grass until he was practically hovering on top of Ciana. She let out a mew and ducked her head, shy all of a sudden.

"Ciana," he whispered in her ear. Her eyes widened. Jacob reached out a hand and held a thick strand of her uniquely coloured hair in the palm of her hand. "Have I ever told you how pretty your hair is?" he asked, staring at it. He wanted to run his hands through it, see if every strand of hair was as silky as the one he was holding.

She blushed a pretty shade of pink. "I don't like it."

"I think it's beautiful."

She poked her tongue out at him. "Well then you dye your hair this colour and we'll see how you feel." Jacob let out a barrel of laughter and brushed his hand down her arm. She giggled softly, "Don't! That tickles."

"Really?" Jacob grinned wickedly and pushed her tiny hands away. "So what if I do this?" he jumped on top of her and began tickling her sides, gently though. He didn't want to hurt her, or else he would feel horrible with himself. Her face went red with laughter, and it wasn't a girly laugh either. She was baying like a donkey by the end of it. He loved it. He loved her laughter, the way she couldn't help but smile at the same time. "You're ticklish."

"Well no shit, Sherlock." She growled, pulling her shirt down where it had ridden up.

Then he saw a flash of something before she could pull her shirt down all the way.

Lacy, pink and white underwear.

Jacob's throat went dry. Ciana was fixing her hair, so she didn't realize how stiff Jacob had become. Why couldn't he have the courage to just grab her and kiss her senseless? Why did he have to worry about what everyone else would think? He wanted her more than he knew, more than he could describe. When he looked at Ciana he saw so many things – lines for poetry, lyrics, drawings, paintings. She was innocent and extremely sexy all at the same time. Never in his life had he felt like this about anyone before, and if he was going to make it anyone, then he'd hope like hell it was her. She was the one for him, he was sure of it.

She was perfect for him.

Jacob was pressing her against the grass for the second time that afternoon, his body moulding her into the ground. She watched him with bright, intelligent eyes, knowing exactly what he was about to do. Something swelled in his chest when he realized she hadn't moved to stop him. He started off soft and gentle, her mouth was so much smaller than his. Her lips were a pale pink, and incredibly soft. It burned every where – his finger tips as he trailed patterns along her arms and back, his chest where his heart was pounding rapidly and every spot where she touched him. She was messing up his hair and he didn't even care.

Then it got passionate. He nipped her bottom lip, asking for entry. At this, she let out a cute squeak and complied, opening her mouth the slightest amount. A million emotions build up inside his breast as their tongues battled it out, almost like a danced. He wanted to do so much more than kiss her, but he knew that she wasn't that type of girl. Hell, she was probably already worried about what Maddy would think if she ever found out. But at that moment he didn't care. At the moment, she was his. He had control over her, and it made him feel wonderful.

They were panting when they broke away.

"What was that for?" she inquired, her voice low and husky.

Eyes glazed with passion, Jacob grabbed her and held her to his chest. She smiled and squeezed him back. "I wanted to show you just how beautiful I think you are."

She beamed at him. "No one's ever kissed me before."

He was glad he was the first.

"Good." He growled.

She frowned in confusion but didn't ask. "What now?" she was feeling up and down his spine through his school uniform, the jumper was a bit hot for the afternoon but he couldn't be bothered to move.

He felt content holding her, like all his dreams had been answered with one tiny hug.

She gave the best hugs in the world.

Jacob kissed Ciana on the forehead. "I like your lips." He confessed.

"I like your…" she searched for something, pretending to have trouble with it. Then she grinned. "I like your eyes."

"I like your hair. It's so pretty."

She rolled her eyes. "I like your voice."

"I like you."

They could have stayed there for hours if she didn't have to catch her bus.

When she left, reluctantly letting go of his hand, something in his heart left with her.