Jacob and Renesme.

Chapter One: A restless sleep.

Renesme:

I loathed my bedroom. There was no other way to express how much I absolutely, positively hated it. It smelled of him. Of Jacob.
My nose burned at the smell. It was repulsive. Abominable.
I chucked my hairbrush down onto my dresser in disgust. Walking out of my bedroom, I slammed the door. My mother and father both eyed me. I gave them both a glare. Signaling a "piss off before I bite your head off" look. I probably would bite their heads off too. Their stares were really starting to piss me off.
I walked into the kitchen, and opened the door of our refrigerator.
"Jacob called," my mother said.
"That's nice," I grumbled to myself.
"I left your message beside the phone. I think you should call him back. He sounded very sorry over the phone."
I turned to my mother. "Like you would freaking know mom. He's your 'second love'." I motioned my statement with air quotations. "I think you should stick to Dad."
As I looked up from my glass of orange juice, I noticed both of my parents mouths hanging to the floor.
I rolled my eyes, and grabbed my car keys. "I'm going to the store. We have absolutely no food. You guys do realize, that I need to eat. Fools."
Before exiting the house, I grabbed the note my mom had scratched down. I ran to the Cullen house, my second home, and took my car out of the garage. I sat in the front seat, and pulled my buckle on. I turned my keys into the ignition, and turned on my stereo. I bopped to the music that had suddenly blared into the car.
I pulled out of the garage, and drove down the long driveway; speeding. I finally decided to read Jacob's message.
I pulled the small slip of paper up in front of my face, being careful to watch the road as I read the note.

Forgive me. Please. I love you too much to lose you. I'll wait forever, even if I don't live that long.
Jacob.

I sighed at the message my mother had scribbled down in her elegant handwriting, knowing it was true. In frustration, I crumpled the small piece of paper into my hands, and chucked it in the back seat.
I turned my music louder, and bopped my head to the music. I stopped at the gas station, to notice everyone stare at me as I pumped the gas into my car. It made me want to smack all of them across the face. It was just a car for crying out loud!
My mom's black credit card in my hand burned. Today, was the day I realized why she had hated it so much. I hated it to. I'd have liked to take a pair of scissors to them.
When my tank was full, I screwed the cap back on, and went into the store to pay for it. I grabbed a bag of "Munch Ems'." I knew they were Jacobs. In hope, that I could make things better between the two of us.
I just hated when he was all pissed off, and was with his boys.
Especially Sam.
He annoyed me to where I hated him almost as much as I hated my room at this moment. He was so... bossy, and over protective. He should just back off. Than the memory slipped my mind...

"Nessie, chill out, stop being so controlling. Jacob can spend some time with his boys," Sam pointed his finger at me, half drunk.
"Not when he's being poisoned! Are you trying to kill him? Look at all these beer bottles everywhere. And the empty vodka bottles! How much did you guys spend on alcohol?!" I half screeched, trying to control my anger. My cheeks were flamed red, in anger. I loathed Sam!
"Don't worry about it," Sam stood up from his seat, and walked towards me. "Jacob is a big boy."
I backed away, slightly frightened by what Sam was going to do next. As it's not like he loved Emily that much. He said he loved Leah that much. Ahh... Leah.
I was so far backed up, that I ran into Jacob's wall with the garbage bag in my left hand. I had been trying to clean up their mess, when I became infuriated.
I looked around to find Jacob, when I was disrupted. Sam had pinned his hands on either side of my head. His breath smelled of a mixture of vomit, and alcohol. It was repulsive.
"He's not here..." Sam whispered, inching his face closer to mine.
"Get off of me," I screamed, pushing onto his chest.
"No way," he laughed at my frustration.
I was about to begin screaming for Jacob, when I sensed Sam's lips on top of mine. My eyes immediately drew closed, as I couldn't resist the temptation of the heat radiating off of his body. The bag in my hand with the garbage, dropped to the floor, as I pulled Sam closer.
He had the top of my lip into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. I grabbed his bottum, and began doing the same.
"NESSIE?!" Jacob screamed.
Sam and I both snapped our heads up.
"Oh, hey Jacob!" Sam stumbled, when he finally fell over onto the floor. Clearly, unconscious. Asshole, I thought bitterly.
Jacob rushed to my side. "What are you doing?" he asked, bothered. He, for one, was not influenced by the beverage of alcohol. It made me happy to see he hadn't been drinking. I hadn't seen him all night. He was looking more gorgeous than ever. I loved his hair.
"Jacob," I gasped. "It was Sam!" I pointed at Sam for the blame. Everyone in the room had seen it. It was Sam. It wasn't my fault. It was Sam's! I wanted to scream, over and over.
Jacobs body began trembling, as his face turned red. His hands grew into a tight fist, as his knuckles turned white.
It scared me... I had never seen him tremble so quickly in my entire life. Sure, he waited seven years for me to grow to my size, and have the brains to be responsible. But... he had never trembled so adamantly. My feet reflexively ran. I ran, far.

I was snapped out of the memory when the cashier clerk was drumming his fingers on the counter; impatient. I wanted to just snap his fingers off. Maybe he wouldn't be so we love eachother rude, and anxious.
Giving up on any other snacks, I paid for Jacob's treat, and my gas.
"Next time, don't be such an asshole," I said to the clerk as I left. Today, this week really, was a bad one. I climbed into my car, ignoring the stares, and drove to Jacob's house. I stopped midway his driveway, and turned my keys out of the ignition, just waiting for it to come.
A sharp pain came in my chest. My arms immediately wrapped around my torso, and held. My knee's immediately joined at my chest, pointing to the roof of my car. The pain finally eased, when I noticed Jacob bolting out of his front door. I opened my car door, and before I climbed out, I was met with Jacob.

Jacob:
As Renesme stepped out of the car, I put my right arm underneath her knees, and pushed. It didn't take much force for her to fall backwards. I caught her head immediately with my left arm. I was unattainably blissful that she had come over to my house. I kicked her door closed with my leg.
"I brought you something..." she said.
I felt guilty. More guilty than I had ever been in my entire life. "You did?" I raised my left eyebrow. She nodded.
"Let me down," she pleaded. So I obeyed. Because I couldn't say no to my girl. I didn't care if I was hers, but she was mine.
She turned to her car, and re-opened the door. My eyebrow raised higher. She bent down into her car. My eyes immediately swept over to her bottom. I instantaneously looked somewhere else, trying not to be another one of those hormonal teenage boys.
She climbed back out of the car with a bag of 'Munch Ems'.' My face spread into a large grin. I picked her up again, and kissed her neck tenderly.
"I'm very sorry," she apologized. My neck snapped up.
"For?"
"I left. And... kissing Sam. It was an accident, and I'm sorry."
"Stop apologizing please? You remind me of your mother," I responded. "And... It's not your fault. It was Sam's."
Her eyes flickered away from my face, as the guilt sank into me even more. I felt bad, because... I knew what she was thinking. If I asked her, I was probably right. Today was the kind of day, I wished I could ask Edward what the I love you was going on in her little head.
She was guilty... Guilty because of Sam. She had kissed him, before she had kissed me. My heart ached.
"Hey," I whispered at her. Her green, beautiful met my gaze. I smiled at her. "It's not your fault," I continued to whisper. I had no idea why I was whispering... we were outside for God's sake! Her eyes were full of compassion.
Her arms slowly snaked their way around my neck, as she pulled me closer into her body. Hugging me as tight as her fragile arms would allow her. Her boobs pressed up against my chest, and I wished she would stop. Than she did it. She brushed her fingers lightly across my neck. Goosebumps arose, as did my boner. I wanted to slap myself. It was a hug.
I carried her away from her car, and to the beach. She had hear head nuzzled into my chest, and her eyes closed. Her eyelids were purple from lack of sleep. I sighed lightly, and sat on our tree branch. I stroked her cheek lightly with my hand, and brushed her loose strands of hair away from her face.
The sun began to disappear behind the horizon of the ocean. I still brushed across her cold cheek. I pulled her closer to me, as I realized the temperature of her body. She was freezing cold, at a temperature I had never felt her before. I looked down at her peaceful face.
She was sleeping.
She had fallen a sleep in my arms. Her arms still lay limply around my neck. When the sun had almost fully abolished behind the horizon, I stood from the tree trunk, and made my way back to my house, still carrying my girl. I grabbed a small couch blanket from the closet, and carried her to the couch.
I dropped the blanket, and tried to set her down. I was defeated when her arms stiffened around my neck, and she wouldn't let go.
I sighed, and lightly whispered angrily, "fucking vampires." Giving up on even trying, I sat down on the couch, and covered her with the blanket. I could hear her light snore. Peaceful.
I rested my head on the back of the couch.
I must have fallen a sleep, because I woke from a terrifying screech from my Love. My eyes snapped open, and she was trembling in my arms. Still sleeping.
I rocked her slightly, and shushed her, hoping she would smack out of her nightmare, and continue to sleep.
Shh, shh, I hushed her, still rocking her. My hand began making small circles on her back, as her head made it's way onto my shoulder. She whimpered slightly, and I continued to rub the soothing circles. Finally her whimpering stopped, and her light snore continued. I didn't rest my head on the back of the couch anymore.
The phone rang. It pissed me off. Whoever was calling, was going to be a dead man. I didn't want the ringing to disturb my Love. Slowly, I stood with her in my arms. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and head stayed on my shoulder. I held her under her ass, as I picked up the phone.
"Hello?" I answered in a whisper.
"Hi Jacob, it's Bella," she responded.
"Oh. Hi Bella." I continued to whisper, not wanting to wake Nessie up.
"Is Renesme there?" she asked.
"Yes, she's sleeping."
"Oh... Okay. Just making sure my little girl was okay. Edward here, is nearly having a heart attack."
I was almost pissed off that Bella had called Nessie her, little girl. But, I didn't let it get to me. I almost laughed at the fact that Edward was on the verge of a heart attack. "Yes... She fell a sleep at the beach."
"I see. Poor thing..." I was almost angry at Bella for that too. Nessie, was poor in no way. "She hasn't slept in days," Bella continued. My heart sank, as Nessie's purple eyelids flashed in my memory.
She was poor in a way. In sleep.
"Well, in that case, I'm glad she's sleeping. But, I'm going to have to let you go. It's all most midnight, and, I have her sleeping in my arms now. I don't want to wake her up," I stated.
I heard a small snarl in the background, and a light slap. Most likely Bella hitting Edward. I all most laughed. It was hilarious. I would have loved to see Bella smack Edward.
"Okay," Bella said. "Uhmm... Get her home in the morning, or whenever she wakes up. And, thank you Jacob. Maybe she'll be a little less..." I could see Bella making a squinting face as she thought of the correct words. "Bitchy."
I was surprised at her choice of wording.
"Sure, sure," I replied.
"Good night Jacob."
"good night Bella."
At that, I hung the phone up very lightly, and returned to my couch. I carefully, and slowly dragged Nessie's legs off of my hips, and sat back on the couch. He legs hung off of my thighs, as her frail, fragile body lay limply in my arms. I stroked her cheek admiringly, feeling her cold skin. Her forehead began damp, in a fever I assumed. I rocked her adoringly in my arms, as she slept. Her long brown hair was left down, falling across all over her face, and shoulders.
I noticed a hair elastic on her wrist. I sighed, as she could have cut off her circulation. I pulled it off of her wrist, and pulled her hair back lightly. Trying very hard not to disturb her, I removed my arms away from my hold, and gathered her hair. She lightly whimpered, and nuzzled deeper into my chest.
I abruptly put her hair into a ponytail, and held my poor girl in my arms. Her whimpering lowed, and returned to her light snore. She was so... beautiful.

I sat a few more hours, as my Love laid in my arms. If it weren't for her light snore, and her chest rising every second, she would have passed for a dead woman.
I struggled to look at the clock, and read the time. 10:30.
My father should be up by now, and the sun was starting to peer through the window. I slowly stood with my girl and her blanket, and made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I shut my bedroom door, as I sat on the edge of my bed as she continued to sleep in my arms.
I caressed her cheek again. Staring at her with affection. I bent my head over her, and lightly kissed her damp, chilled forehead.
I continued to rub pacifying circles on her back.
My dad swung the door open into my room. I growled at him, and whispered, "shh...."
He finally caught sight of my girl laying in my arms, and understood. He wheeled away from my door, and stretched his arm to close it.
I held her in my arms for another few hours. I almost began to feel extremely bored, other than the fact of holding my Love, while she slept peacefully in my arms.
She hadn't spoke one word the whole time, meaning she was in a very deep sleep. It almost frightened me. Any other time I was around, and she slept, she would be talking, okay, slurring.
She began to move restlessly in my arms around three in the afternoon. She had had over twelve hours of sleep, while I held her. My eyes were still drooping.
"Jacob," her voice slurred.
My eyes flopped wide open, as I heard my girl saying my name. This meant she would be awaking soon. I caressed her cheek, and still rubbed loving circles on her back, waiting for her to wake up.

Finally, at five o'clock, her mall eyelids unlocked from their closure, and she gazed sleepily up into my eyes. Her eyes were the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Slits of blue came out from around her pupils, but her eyes remained green. A lighter green ringed lazily outside of her pupil, crossing through the green and blue strokes which lead out of her black pupil. The ring wasn't a perfect circle, but moved, almost like a shot of electricity.
It was the most beautiful sight I had ever seen.
She smiled at me as she caught me staring into her eyes. I smiled back.
Slowly, she hugged back into me. I was hoping she wouldn't want to fall a sleep again. I wasn't sure I would be able to handle it. I needed sleep myself. I was restless. Another part of me didn't care... I wanted her to sleep. My girl needed it. And, if I needed to be there to hold her, I would.
Her hug lightened, as her light snore returned.
I sighed lightly, and continued to rub circles on her back. I stood from my bed, and exited my room. I crept down our stares slowly, and made my way to the kitchen. I picked up the phone, and dialed Bella and Edward's number.
"Hello?" Bella answered. I was surprised that they hadn't been humping each other in their bed. Sick animals.
"Hey Bella, it's Jacob."
"Oh, hey Jacob!"
"Hi. Nessie just woke up, but, she fell back a sleep. Would you like me to bring her home?"
"Uhmm..." Bella sounded a little indecisive.
"Okay... I'll bring her home."
"Thank you Jacob. Edward is just going bizarre with her gone so long."
"I understand," I responded. Than slightly chuckled at the memory of Edward having a heart attack. I muffled my laughter while I kept my lips sealed as much as possible. "I'll see you soon, bye." I hung the phone up abruptly.
Slowly, still holding the blanket on my girl, I exited my house. I didn't bother to leave a note for my father. As I walked slowly to her house, passing her car, I rubbed small circles on her back. Her legs had found my hips again, and hugged gently, yet tightly around me. I sighed with satisfaction, and feeling like a moron.

When I finally made it to her house, I tapped lightly on the door. Bella answered, as always. Her eyes grew wide at the sight.
"She won't sleep if I let go..." I explained. Bella's eyes grew infuriated. "She cries in her sleep Bella. What would you like me to do? Let her cry? I don't think so..."
I stepped into the small house, ducking my head to get in.
Ignoring the evil glares from her parents, I went and sat in my girls room. I sat up against her headboard and pillows.
I laid my head back on the pillows, and my eyelids fluttered close.