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"What do you want to talk about, mom?" As if I didn't already know.
"About you and Jacob."
"What about me and Jacob?"
"Look, Nessie, I don't want to make this difficult, I just want to know..." I was a little afraid of what she was about to say, beacuse I had a good guess of what she would say just now. I waited for a few short seconds before she said, "Nessie, are you in love with Jacob?"
"...Yes." I said, looking down, playing with my fingers. I gave her a straight answer, though I had no doubt that I might regret it. "But I don't understand, mom. Jacob has always been my best friend, ever since I was born, but now..." Tears quickly began streaming down my face, off my cheeks and onto my pure white bed spread, staining it.
"Oh. Shh sh. Sweetheart, don't cry. I know you're a bit confused about all of this, but it's okay," she said, comforting me by pulling me into a tight hug. I moved to where I was lying across her lap as she stroked my long, reddish-brown curls away from my face.
"But I still don't know how this could have happened, not that I'm not glad it did, but... It's just so... frustrating!"
"You may not know, but we do." I lifted my head to look up at her face.
"What are you talking about?"
"Edward!" she called. She turned her head toward my shut door to see my dad swiftly come through it.
"What's going on?" I asked, completely confused.
"Renesmee," dad said. "We actually knew this would happen between you and Jacob one day. The thing is, we just didn't think it would be so soon. We didn't think this would happen for, maybe, another two years, more or less."
"How could you know that this would happen? I would say Alice, but she can't see either me nor Jacob."
"Well, when you were born, Jacob imprinted on you."
"What? What do you mean 'imprinted'? What is that?"
"Basically, for a werewolf, in the simplest explination, it means love at first sight.
"Love. At. First. Sight?" I could hardly believe what I was hearing. They knew this would happen!
"Yes. We wanted to tell you sooner, but we were afraid of how you would react at an even younger age than you are now."
"Well, I guess I should just... talk to Jacob about this, huh?"
"I think that would be best," mom said.
"We'll leave you to get dressed."
"Thank you." They left my room as I got dressed. I dressed in some tight-fit jeans, a tank top and a jacket that I loved.
With a huge sigh, I walked out of my room and toward the front door, but was suddenly stopped from my father standing in my way.
"What is it, dad?"
"I just want to ask you if you could do me a small favor."
"Um, sure. What do you want me to do?"
"Do you mind bringing Jacob over to the house later? I'd like to speak with him."
"Sure... no problem dad. Bye." I gave him a peck on the cheek, went out the door and began running full speed toward Jacob's house. It only took me about seven minutes to get there. I rang the door bell, hoping to see Jacob, nut instead, it was Billy who answered.
"Renesmee! How have you been, honey? I haven't seen you in weeks!"
"It's good to see you, Billy! I've missed you!"
"Well, I've missed you too."
"Is Jacob here? I kind of wanted to talk to him about something."
"No. He left early this morning to meet up with Seth and Leah. You know, Alpha stuff."
"Oh."
"You can wait here until he gets back. Do you want something to eat? Surprisingly, Paul has come over to raid our refrigerator in a long while."
"Yeah. That sounds great, thanks."
He heated up some spagetti for the both of us. Billy had always been nice to me (and vise versa.) He had always been like a second father to me. Jacob had always told me stories of the two of them and the amazing adventures they'd had and when his mother, Sara, was alive they always had fun times together. All he told me though was she had died, but he had never told me about her and Billy and how happy they were together. I never asked because I didn't want to seem rude if it ever brought back any bad memories. But I always wondered what Jacob and Billy were back then before Sara had died. I had to know. The suspense was killing me, so I just had to ask.
"Billy? Could I ask you sort of a personal question?"
"Um... sure. What is it?"
"What... what was Sara like? I mean, I never got to meet her and neither has my mother, so I was just wondering what she was like."
"Like no other person in the entire world." His face lit up with a wide, lovely smile spreading along his face.
"You really loved her didn't you, Billy?"
"Yes, I did."
"I bet you really miss her."
"Yeah. She was my whole world. I remember when we moved here years ago, met your grandpa Charlie, and we use to always go out and have fun every night. We'd go on the beach and have a small picnic every once and while. We were just so happy to be in each others lives. I'll never forget the days we brought our children home after they were born. I always used kid around with her saying I would be stuck in a house full of women," he chuckled."We were so grateful when she had Jacob. She was the most wonderful and most glorious woman I had ever met. I loved her very much."
"Do you ever feel lonely sometimes?"
"No. We did go through a hard time when she died. We were, and still are, very sad when we knew she was no longer in our lives. But we still remember her and whenever I think I might feel lonely, I just do my best to remember the good times we had as a family."
He then roled over to a cabinet, in the living room, and got out a small, wooden box. He brought it back to the table, opened it, and got out, what seemed to be, a small stack of photos. He handed me the first one. It was a picture of him on his wedding day, him in a handsome tuxedo, standing next to a beautifully, heart-breakingly stunning woman. She was a bit shorter than he was, had gorgious, long, wavy, dark brown hair, blue-green eyes and was wearing a glamorous wedding dress. I stared, amazed at how lovely she was, as he said,"That's my sweet Sara."
"She's beautiful. From what you've told me and by looking at this picutre, she seems like the sweetest person anyone could meet. I wish I could have met her."
We spent about the next twenty minutes looking at pictures and Billy telling me the stories behind them all. Then, I heard a car door slam outside. Jacob I thought. Here we go. The front door opened and Jaob stepped inside followed by Seth and Leah. He came to a halt as soon as he saw both me and Billy sitting at the table together.
"Hey, dad... Nessie?"
"Hey, Jacob," I said. "Do you mind if I speak with you alone for a moment, please?"
"Uh, yeah. Sure." He turned back toward Seth and Leah. (Seth looked confused, while, I think, Leah was getting the hint of what was going on.) "Guys, do you mind..."
"Um, yeah!" Leah said." We were just on our way out." She began pulling Seth, though he refused to move.
"What?" he said,"But we just got here."
"Yeah. And now we're leaving! Bye!"
I got up from the table, thanking Billy, and going over to Jacob, grabbing him by his arm. When we got to his room, i let go of him. He stopped in the doorway, though I continued to walk foward, sitting on his bed and gazing out the window. I pulled my knees into my chest and put my chin on my knees. I saw him sit down on the bed next to me in my peripheral vision. I did my very best not to look at him, for I knew I wouldn't be able to stop staring as soon as I caught a glimpse of him.
"So..." he said."What exactly did you want to talk to me about?"
"Well, you know we have to talk about us sooner or later."
"Well, then there's not all that much to talk about."
"Yeah. But I don't have any idea how to begin, so I was hoping you would."
"Nope. I've got nothing."
We, then, sat in silence for a long moment as I continued to try not to look in his direction the best I could. I began counting the cars and the seconds along with it. Five cars, six cars... one-hundred twenty six seconds, one-hundred twenty seven seconds. Time seemed to pass by so slowly that I couldn'r bear it any longer, but I didn't say anything, for my voice was caught inside my throat that moment.
I heard something, suddenly, come from his direction. I turned to see his head bent over and nonsense, muttering words coming out of his mouth, though I could not make out was he was saying.
"Huh?"
"Where's Jasper?" he said suddenly, yet randomly. "Let's go play baseball!" His face lit up.
"Are you trying to change the subject?"
"Yes. Come on, let's go!" He grabbed me by the wrist, pulling me off the bed.
"But it's not even rain--" I got cut off as Jacob pulled me through the doorway behind him.
"Bye, Billy!" I yelled back toward the house.
We continued running when I realized storm clouds over-head and thunder booming in the distance. I, soon after, looked to see Jacob's face, glowing in what was left of the dim light that always shone. I couldn't help noticing, I was fully absorbed, that was something I knew I could no longer deny. I loved him. Everything about him was inviting me in, his sweet smell, his perfect, white smile, his amazingly beautiful features. I was in too deep, but I couldn't help it, and I didn't want to. Maybe... we don't need to talk about anything I thought.
We soon reached the Cullen house, with Jasper and Alice bursting through the door with huge grins spread across their faces. Alice had a small pile of clothes and small red shoes in her hands. They were already dressed, Alice in a little red tutu and leotard and red shoes, just like the ones in her hands.
"Hey, Jacob, Nessie!" Alice said skipping, what was too graceful for anyone for even a ballerina, though she was dressed like one, in our direction. "There's going to be a really big storm until ten tonight! You game?"
"Well," I said, "That's apparently why we're here."
"Yeah," Jacob said,"I saw and heardthe storm coming from the distance, so--"
"Great!" Alice interrupted."Nessie you come with me! I need to get you dressed!" She grabbed me by the elbow and herdled me into the house, up the stairs and into her room. Oh great.
She dressed me in an identical outfit as hers. Full red leo and tutu with white knee-high socks, with my name on them, and cute, little, red baseball shoes. She re-did my make up as Rosalie came up and helped her with my hair. She put in a high ponytail and curled the strands the were going a bit straight. Rose was wearing a the exact same outfit as the both of us, except that she was wearing a dancer's pointe shoe instead of the one's alice and I were wearing.
It only took about twenty minutes to get ready. We headed down and into the garage, where everyone was waiting next to their cars. My mom and dad took the jeep with Rosalie, Emmett, Esme and Carlisle. I rode with Jasper, Alice, and Jacob. I sat in the back seat with Jacob, though it was a bit more awkward than I thought it should be because we were sitting farther away from each other than usual.
We got to the field very quickly, of course, and picked our teams. Jasper, Alice, Rosalie, dad and I were on one team and mom, Jacob, Emmett, Carlisle, and Esme on the other. I was up to bat first, as always on my team, with mom pitching to me.
The game beagn with me hitting the ball, getting a home run. Then, dad hit but an out from Emmett catching the ball, getting ys one out. The game continued all the way 'till 9:45pm, with our team leading to a victory by three points. We headed back to the house after it was over.
While inside, I over heard dad talking to Jacob. Jacob, may I speak with you for a moment? was what I heard. He led Jacob out the back door as I walked over to mom, who was looking at them as well, as they left the room.
"Mom?" I said, in a partly concerned voice.
"Don't worry. Your father isn't going to do anything, he promised me, and he's not mad either way. He just wants to talk to Jacob about... certain things."
"What things?"
"Just certain limits he might want to consider."
"What? What 'limits'? What are you talking about, Mom?"
"Just things that you need to consider if you two are going to be in a relationship together and possibly spend the rest of your lives with one another."
"Things like, maybe..." I hesitated for a moment before saying,"sex?"
Mom's head dropped with a long sigh and I knew what that meant, time for the 'sex talk' although I knew neither one of us wanted to discuss it. I was still looking out the glass wall of the house, when I saw dad's head snap in my direction, probably a reaction to my thought. I looked away, at my mother, as soon as he caught my gaze.
"Mom? You can talk to me about that knid of stuff, you know. I may only be eight years old, but I am mentally and phisically sixteen."
"I know, it's just... this has gone by so fast, faster than I expected it would. It's like your father said, I didn't think this would happen for, maybe, another year or so. It just feels like you'r growing up way too fast."
"Well, that's usually what all mothers say when this happens to their child, but I guess I'm different, huh? I'm sorry you have to go through all of this so soon, too soon, mom."
"It's okay. your father and I thought maybe we should have had this talk with you and Jacob earlier, but then we just decided to wait until you actually knew, nut now I utterly regret doing so."
I didn't say anymore, I couldn't. We've had "the talk" before, just never in the sense that it was about me and Jacob. I only, really brought it up because I knew I was right andm mostly, because I could hear morre than half of the conversation between Jacob and my dad. I walked over to my mother and put my arms around her, squeezing her as tightly as I could. She hugged me back.
"I love you, mom," I said, trying to comfort her the best I could.
"I love you, too. And i'm proud of you," she said. Then, both my dad and Jacob walked back into the house. "Maybe you shuold have a talk with him now, I know you haven't gotten a chance to do so, yet."
"Thanks."
I let go of my mother, giving her a small kiss on the cheek, and walked over to them. Jacob had come to a halt when were only a few inches apart, though my father continued to walk foward to stand by my mother.
"Let's take a walk," I said, grabbing his hand and taking him, at full speed, out the front door.
"Where are we going?"
"The beach."
"Why?"
"Just come on!"
we continued running and didn't stop to speak until we got there. We continued holdin hands as we walked along the shore, swinging our arms back and forth.
"What do you want to tell me, Nessie? come on, you're driving me crazy."
I suddnely felt a burning sensation come through me, though, unfortunately, it was not an admiring feeling. It was a burning in my throat , not a thirst for blood, but a thirst for him. It didn't want to go away, and I knew it wasn't going to go away unless I told him how I truly felt, although I'm sure he already knew. But I had to say it, other wise the burning would continue to hurt me inside.
I stopped, causing him to stop with me, and looked up at his face and into his gorgeous eyes and said,"Jacob, I love you."
He touched my cheek lightly with his free hand as he said, "I love you, beautiful Renesmee."
Then he kissed me on my lips, filling that horrible burning sensation with an even stronger spark, makingit a powerful, glorious flame.